Martial Sage

Clank.

A sharp arrow cut through the sky and bounced back the scimitar that fell on Li Wanqing's head.

"The barbarians are crazy."

A loud shout came from Xiangcheng.

Da Da horseshoe came one after another.

Before everyone turned their heads, a loud, high-pitched male voice like thunder and explosion came again.

"Da Tang soldier, separate the two sides, wait for me to clean up these shrimp soldiers!"

This voice carried an invisible coercion, and a sudden thunderstorm swept across the entire north gate of Xiangcheng.

Those Turkic soldiers who were still at war were taken aback, and they looked inward along the city gate with the Tang Dynasty soldiers.

In front of his eyes, a group of black-clothed men with large heights and horses, holding various weapons, like a flying black cloud, pressed them over.

Before the eighteen people arrived, the awe-inspiring murderous aura had already hit his face.

The Datang soldiers guarding outside the city couldn't help but give up a way.

The Turkic soldiers saw the eighteen people all dressed in black, with a black veil covering their faces, and the naked eyes revealed a chilling Killing intent.

All of a sudden, I felt cold on my back, as if there was a handle on my neck.

In the blink of an eye, Shibaqi rushed to the outside of the city, with the knife in his hand, and the Turkic soldiers outside the city were still stupefied. Their heads rose to the sky, and the warm blood was thrown down like raindrops swaying in the sky.

Eighteen people got off their horses together, they were scattered and in good agreement with each other. As soon as they entered and retreated, Turkic soldiers screamed and fell to the ground.

Those Turkic people who were screaming and clamoring can fall down in the hands of these black-clothed people as if cutting leeks.

Vulnerable.

In a short time, the outside of the city gate was cleared.

Even the Turkic soldiers looked forward to the fierceness. For a time, many Turkic soldiers retreated to the center of the pontoon, holding scimitars, and dared not to advance half a step.

Wu Tong, the leader of the eighteen masked men, suddenly waved his right hand.

The eighteen people were like orders, separated on both sides of the bridge, maintaining a vigilant posture, not advancing at all, and firmly guarding the great Tang soldiers behind them.

Divine Armament?

At this moment, the Datang soldiers under Li Wanqing were shocked.

As for the killing in that moment, even these great Tang elites secretly smacked their tongues.

Knives are deadly, take the key directly, without any muddling.

These fierce killer moves are definitely not at the same level as those in their army.

Looking at the 18 people who didn't say a word, Li Wanqing was more curious while shocked.

These eighteen people were neatly arranged, without saying a word, and the man in black, who looked like the leader of the eighteen people, stood still on the bridge head holding a cold iron gun.

It seems that there is the courage to lose to the enemy.

After taking a few glances at the eighteen people, Li Wanqing saw that the eighteen people did not intend to continue killing.

Instead, as if waiting for someone, just staring at the Turkic soldiers on the pontoon.

Just as Li Wanqing was about to speak, the Turkic general over there shouted angrily in surprise.

"Who are you? How dare you pretend to be a ghost here!"

quiet.

Deadly silent.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the answer from the group of people in black.

However, the answer that came was silent.

Waiting for a moment, Turkic general Tuul became a little impatient, and pointed to Wu Channel.

"Since the visitor is not good, then I will slaughter you together with this Tang guy!"

At this moment, Wu Tong slowly raised his head, holding the cold iron gun in his hand and dragging behind him diagonally.

In an instant, a strong killing intent suddenly radiated from Wu Tong.

The Turkic soldiers who were close to him felt a chill that penetrated through his lungs and shivered.

Even that Turkul's mount whispered uncomfortably, and stepped back slowly.

Wu Tong's cold words came slowly.

"Why be anxious, slaughter you and other barbarians, like pigs and dogs."

After that, slowly raised the cold iron gun, the gunman pointed directly at Tukul.

"Your dog's head will be sent temporarily, and my Sir Alex will come to pick it up!"

Sir Alex!

Li Wanqing's heart is shocked!

Now in Chang'an City, the most famous Sir Alex is Tang Hao.

Could it be that these eighteen horses were actually Tang Hao's soldiers?

Shocked, delighted, moved all the time.

Koutur calmed down his hip mount a little, resisting a trace of uneasiness in his heart, and yelled angrily.

"Kaoyan! Something that does not live or die!"

As he spoke, he heard the sound of rumbling horses hoofs in Xiangcheng, as if he wanted to crush this small Xiangcheng, rolling from the south gate with a thunderous momentum.

Wu Tong at the north gate of Xiangcheng waved his right hand, and the eighteen riders suddenly lined up on both sides, extremely respectful.

Wu Tong's strong voice sounded again.

"The Sir Alex has arrived."

As soon as this remark came out, both the Datang generals and the Turkic soldiers were curious about the mysterious superstar, and couldn't help but follow the open north gate and look towards the city.

With a hint of inexplicable tension and joy, Li Wanqing also looked towards the end of the South Gate like everyone else.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a team of silver-clothed and silver-clad Datang soldiers swept their horses and rushed into the city gate.

The head of a Tang general, silver armor and white robe, diagonally dragged a cold gleaming silver gun, extraordinarily heroic, leading a crowd of elites like the heavenly general Divine Armament, rushing.

Familiar figure, familiar dress, familiar black shadow.

At this moment, Li Wanqing's heart tense to the limit at that moment finally let go.

Suddenly, a sense of exhaustion and fatigue, a deep sleepiness surged into her heart, and Li Wanqing suddenly fell backward.

In the dimness, the familiar figure stared at himself, and he had already reached the north gate.

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