A purple blood rain suddenly fell from the sky.

Blood rain poured on the ground, and waves of white smoke suddenly rose.

Weird blood!

Su Dawei fell from the sky and looked up at the sky.

But the strangely transformed white crane suddenly flapped its wings and fled.

Several scattered broken feathers fell from the sky.

An Wensheng reached out and picked up one and looked at it: "This demon crane is of great quality, but it is not recorded in "The Record of the Night of the Day".

Su Dawei held the horizontal knife in his hand, turned his wrist and shook it off, shaking off the purple blood from the tip of the knife.

Turn your wrist into the sheath with a spun.

"Although there are nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds of records in "The Record of the Night of the Hundred and the Night of the Night", there are so many strange things in the world, like the King of the Star of the Wild Man, there is no record on it."

After saying this, Su Dawei's expression changed and he shouted with anger: "Where is Cui Qi?"

"The last one will be here!"

Cui Qi had barely stabilized his mind and led the Tang soldiers behind him to step towards this side.

"The whole team is moving forward and ready to take on the enemy."

Su Dawei suddenly whistled, and he could hear the sound of kicking. Longzi rushed up from behind the team, his head came up, and rubbed Su Dawei's shoulders and body, which was quite intimate.

Su Dawei reached out to stroke Longzi's temples and turned over and stepped on him.

Looking back, Cui Qi had already conveyed the order.

The three thousand Tang soldiers were as large as the three Zhechong Prefectures.

Each Zhe Chong Mansion sets up a large formation, and each formation is divided into several small formations according to teams, groups, and battalions.

Arrange evenly and neatly.

"go ahead!"

Wow~~

There have been soldiers who hold flags and orders waving orders.

The horn sounds.

This is the overture of the offensive.

The middle of the valley has long been a mess.

It's strange to say that it's not far away, but the sound over there is extremely weak.

So even the five senses of Su Dawei and An Wensheng were not very clear.

"Beware of something weird in this valley."

Su Dawei chased An Wensheng, who was riding a horse and was walking with him.

"Be careful."

An Wensheng frowned slightly, his eyes narrowed, as if he was awake but not awake.

"I always feel that the Tubo people have any conspiracy, I hope it's just that I think more."

"No matter what plot he conspires to, he will surrender ten times with one force."

Su Dawei looked ahead with a calm face.

The voice was particularly cold and said: "Under the Iron Cavalry of the Tang Dynasty, unless they prepare ten times and twenty times the force, they will only be destroyed by us."

"I hope so."

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdong~~

The sound of war drums rumbled.

As if responding to Su Dawei's military force, the chaotic battlefield ahead sounded the sound of the Tang army's horn.

...

The sun shines.

The snow peaks and glaciers on the ground are like mirrors, reflecting the bright light of the sun, making them almost blind.

A shrill cry came from the sky.

"It's so angry!"

A ball of black shadow fell from the air and hit the snow peak hard, making a thud.

"Damn it!"

A bloody hand suddenly stretched out from the cracked ice gravel.

Purple demon blood.

The He Langjun crawled out of the ice layer in a panic.

The tall crown on his head seemed to be broken by a sharp weapon, and it was folded into two halves in the middle.

The robe on his body was shattered, and half of his sleeves were broken, revealing a piece of naked arm, and blood flowed from his arm.

Drops of purple blood fell to the ground, accompanied by the "hissing" sound, and a stream of white smoke rose.

"There are also such powerful cultivators in the human race. I thought that Li Chunfeng from Chang'an was already difficult enough..."

Helangjun stood on the mountain, identified the direction, and looked back at the snow valley he was coming.

The smoke in the valley was filled with mist, and it was indescribable for a moment.

I could only vaguely see murderous aura coming out of the valley.

"It's good that this person probably won't be able to get out after this time."

Only then did you blurt out this, and suddenly you felt something.

He turned his head suddenly and saw that in the shadow behind him, a black object suddenly rose from the ground in the shadows behind him.

Helangjun's pupils suddenly contracted like needles.

The hair on his body was standing upside down, like a frightened white crane, making a harsh twitch: "Jiu Po!"

"My husband, don't come well."

Jiu Po, with crane hair and chicken skin, gradually emerged from the shadows with a crutch.

Under the shadow of the cloak, the corner of the shriveled mouth was raised upwards, revealing an evil smile.

"you……"

He Langjun secretly said in his heart that something was wrong.

If I were usually afraid of the Lord Yingmao behind her, I wouldn't have to be too afraid of her.

If you really want to do it, everyone will be fine, but it is still unknown who will win.

But the bad thing is that it is bad. Just now, he was killed by the Tang general with one sword and suffered a great injury.

At this time, I will be entangled by Jiu Po, but I will lose my skin even if I don’t die.

"Why is Mr. Lang here?"

Jiu Po ​​asked with a smile on his side.

These words made Helangjun feel moved, and he looked up and down at Jiu Po ​​in front of him again: "Why are you here?"

"Just like you."

"Same as me?"

He Langjun showed a look of suspicion on his face: "Don't Ying Huo unwilling to conflict with the human race?"

Jiu Po ​​did not answer immediately.

Her face slightly raised, and the old face with wrinkles piled up showed a cold smile under the bright ice light: "You underestimate Xingjun too much... What Xingjun planned is the century-old plan of our clan, and it is not just the gains and losses in front of us."

"What's the meaning?"

"If the power is in the Tang Dynasty, Xingjun will not want to fight with them, but if the luck is in me, Xingjun will not be afraid of killing."

Jiu Po ​​said quietly: "Star Lord lived for hundreds of years, and the blood and fire he experienced was not something you and I could guess."

He Langjun's slender eyes first opened wide and then slowly contracted.

He covered the wound on his hand and stared at Jiu Po ​​with a side face, his eyes grimly, as if he wanted to see Jiu Po's bones all the time.

"You are lying! Ying Huo has always been timid. Does he have the courage to start a war with the Tang Dynasty?"

Jiu Po ​​paused his crutch: "I came here today not to win the trust of you, but to tell you that in dealing with this group of Tang army, we have at least temporarily agreed on how to choose you... By the way, tell the one behind you that the overall situation should be the most important thing and not reach out to cross the boundaries."

"What do you mean by saying the boundaries?"

...

Xi Duoyu was playing with the silver knife in his hand and looked up thinking.

I happened to see the snow valley in front of me.

Behind him was a forest of swords and guns, the Tubo cavalry formed an army and quickly advanced forward.

“It’s time.”

He let out a breath of turbid air.

He inserted the silver knife back to his waist, reached into his arms, took out his ghost face, and covered it with it.

Blood painted and colorful surfaces, picture books teach the original gods.

Like a Buddha, and like a demon.

Green-faced and fangs.

Wearing this mask makes me feel at ease.

Even in hell, it is like walking in the garden.

He suddenly remembered what an old monk in this sect said to him, "Hell is not empty, so I will kill it."

Wow~~

The sound of the yak horn blows under the sky.

"Charge! Block the valley entrance!"

The voice of Xiduoyu came from under the ghost face.

Ten thousand horses galloped, as if they were about to stomp the earth.

...

Puchi!

With a fierce stab, Ashi's real body shook and almost fell to the ground.

"General!"

The personal guards beside him reached out to support him, but suddenly an arrow flew over and hit him in the face.

The personal guard groaned and fell to the ground.

The white feathers nailed to the door were trembling.

"Kill~~~"

The Tubo people rushed up again, like a tsunami collapse.

It was not until this moment that Asuna Daozhen felt a little annoyed by his decision.

He hated that these Tubo people were so cunning that they had really ambushed in the valley.

Those Tubo heavy cavalry had not been defeated, so how could they gather together so quickly?

He hated even more, hating that the Tuyuhun servants around him had rebelled.

Among more than ten tribes, at least two tribes participated in the rebellion.

Suddenly he rose up and killed other tribes around him.

Mix the entire battlefield into a pot of mud.

Asuna Daozhen and Yi Qian Tang cavalry had difficulty in developing their formation in the valley, and were also entangled in chaos by these Tuyuhun people.

If you ride on a war horse, you lose your speed and become the target of being attacked by the enemy.

As a last resort, he had to abandon the horse and stairs.

Give up the riding and shooting that the Turks are best at.

He barely relied on the bow and arrows and horse spear in his hand to isolate the surrounding ghosts and monsters.

The Tuyuhun people have not yet figured out who were loyal to the Tang Dynasty and who turned against Tubo at the last minute.

The chaos continues.

Ashina Dao can only do his best to protect his own formation.

He barely maintained his position with heavy armor and long spear.

Despite this, the Tubo people had launched no less than five attacks over an hour.

There are cavalry and infantry.

They were all beaten back by the real people of Ashin.

Fortunately, the terrain in the valley was not conducive to the Tang cavalry's operation, and it was also not conducive to the large-scale development of the Tubo people.

Both sides have become tactics of adding fuel to the ground, repeatedly tug-of-war.

In order to compete for a favorable terrain, soldiers are often sent out one by one, fighting for each sword and shot.

The Tubo people were very angry about this, but they were helpless for a moment.

This is a battle of willpower.

Ashin didn't really regret rushing into the valley.

He must avenge Zhao Hu'er's revenge.

Even if he did it again, he would only be the first to rush up with his knife.

"Be careful, General!"

A familiar voice came from beside me.

Ashi's real shook his head. Before his eyes were overdrawn and his blackened eyes could see the scene in front of him clearly, he felt a powerful force slashing hard on his breastplate.

The heart protection mirror made a loud "clang" sound.

He couldn't stand and staggered back.

Now I finally see clearly.

In front of me was a giant Tubo man who was eight feet tall, waving a mace in his hand and pounced on him with a grim smile.

This figure is rare among the Tang army.

The mace looks like it is made of fine iron and must be very heavy.

In the hands of this giant man, he waved very quickly, bringing out a howling wind.

Seeing the mace falling down on his head, Ashin could only barely lift the horizontal knife holder in his hand.

The horse spear has long been unknown where it fell during the battle.

Using a horizontal knife to block heavy weapons will be more inauspicious.

Dong!

A dull sound.

The expected huge force did not fall.

Ashin was half kneeling on the ground, and a heat rushing down his cheeks.

I don't know if it's sweat or blood.

He barely looked open and felt a tall figure beside him, firmly holding the wolf's tooth mace.

"Ami!"

Ashin's real shouted hoarsely, his heart was in agitation and he couldn't control himself.

"Not Ami, it's me."

An Wensheng rolled his eyes at him, and his wrist swirled, and a feminine aura surged out of his palm.
Chapter completed!