The matter about the Ghost Face General has spread throughout the Turkic army.

A ghost-faced general made them frightened.

Now two suddenly appear.

How can this make people unable to survive?

More importantly, these two ghost-faced generals are more cruel than the other.

Either it slams the head or cuts it off directly.

Who is not afraid of such a bloody and violent scene?

For a moment, the Turkic barbarians were all terrified.

They roared and vented the fear in their hearts.

While trying to turn the horse's head, he wanted to escape.

But the Turkic army was endless, like a flood.

These innermost Turkic barbarians wanted to escape unless they flew out with a pair of wings.

In this way, the Turkic barbarians instantly had a great morale.

But Zhao Can, the bastard, became more and more excited as he killed him.

Especially when he saw Zhao Yun so powerful.

Who will expand if he doesn’t expand?

"Kill me, don't let anyone go!"

The prodigal bastard roared, waved the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand and kept fighting.

I have to say that his B-pretty is really terrifying.

A mere 400 dead soldiers wanted to kill all the tens of thousands of Turkic troops around them.

It really blows Niu B out of the sky!

However, his aura of pretending to be B is so powerful.

With his roar, the turtle's aura was revealed.

The Turkic barbarians around him were frightened and gave up resisting and hugged their heads tightly.

"Pooh!"

"Returning the grassland warriors, the Turkic Iron Cavalry. They are simply a group of cowardly soft-boys!"

Zhao Can immediately spit out according to the Turkic barbarians opposite him and cursed loudly.

He thought he was shameless enough.

But I never expected that someone would be more shameless than me.

Shameless but something he has always been proud of.

Now there are people who are more shameless and shameless than him.

He seemed to feel that his position in the shameless world was threatened.

The Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand couldn't help but waved it faster.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

The sound of skin blooming and flesh blooming is endless.

The heads of the Turkic barbarians were cut off like watermelon and rotten vegetables.

The dead soldiers behind him were even more warlike, like a group of hungry wolves.

Who dares to stop these tiger and wolf troops?

The prodigal bastard led the dead soldiers like a sharp dagger.

A hole was torn into the Turkic army directly.

He stepped on the mountain of corpses and killed them out.

When he saw that he had escaped from heaven, he couldn't help but feel happy.

I led 400 dead soldiers to kill one after another in the Turkic camp.

God blocks the gods, Buddha blocks the Buddhas!

No one can stop it!

Looking at the entire Tang Dynasty and the entire world.

Who can do it?

Who has the little master B?

This is amazing.

Zhao Can, the bastard, immediately floated.

If he hadn't held the reins tightly in his hand, he might have floated to the sky.

"A group of wastes dares to get involved in the northern border. I will destroy you today!"

The prodigal bastard turned his horse's head, held up the blood-dropped Qinglong Yanyue Sword, and roared with a ferocious face.

Although his B-suit is shocking and inspiring ghosts.

But it exploded on the heads of the Turkic barbarians like thunder.

Extermination of the clan?

What a cruel general.

What a cruel Han man!

Is God going to destroy my Turks?

The Turkic barbarians who were chasing him instantly felt ashamed.

"Young Master, we have lost more than half of it now. If we kill again, it will be a lot of danger..."

Just when Zhao Can was in a B-dressing state, he was having fun.

Zhao Yun immediately poured a basin of cold water on the side.

"I'm just scaring them and withdraw!"

Zhao Can glared at Zhao Yun fiercely? Turned his horse's head and ran away.

Zhao Yun, who was beside him, instantly had a dark face.

This young master's face turned so fast...

Seeing Zhao Can and others retreat quickly? The Turkic barbarians finally reacted.

Male Gobi.

These Han people are so vulgar, they don’t talk about martial ethics at all!

"kill!"

"Kill them!"

The Turkic barbarians who suffered great humiliation all stared at each other and shouted in anger.

But when they chased the hillside, where were there any traces of the prodigal bastards and others?

Turkic camp? Inside the military tent.

"What? Let them run away?"

Jie Li Khan stared at the scout in front of him? He asked with red eyes.

"Go back to Khan, General Ghost Face ran away? Run away..."

The scout replied tremblingly.

The angry Jie Li Khan, without saying a word, pulled out the sword from his waist.

"Puff!"

As a stream of blood soared? The scout was immediately chopped down in a pool of blood.

"A bunch of waste!"

Jie Li Khan immediately became furious and kicked the table over with one kick.

"Khan calms down!"

"The mere ghost-faced general is not worth worrying about."

"As long as our army enters the Central Plains, what are the fears even if there are ten ghost-faced generals?"
To be continued...