The horse's hooves were loud. At this time, Ma Teng and He Wu were no longer concerned about their whereabouts being exposed. At this time, it is the most important thing to seize this opportunity and discover the changes in the rebel camp!

It didn't take long for the horse team to rush forward. A little sound came from the dim sky. The sound seemed so subtle that it could hardly be captured, but it was from the Qiang Army camp.

Even the horse galloping in the horse couldn't help but erect its ears!

"The situation has changed!" Ma Teng shouted in a low voice, and his spear was already in his hand: "Brother He, everyone should take the weapons and prepare for the fight!"

Before he finished speaking, a figure appeared in front of the Han army squadron. The figure suddenly fell on the ground and rolled around, stopping the rushing forward.

When he rushed, Ma Teng had already pulled the war horse suddenly. The yellow-maned horse under his crotch ran away and screamed and stood up. Ma Teng is worthy of being a natural warrior in Xiliang. He just controlled the horse's back tightly, and his body was not tilted at all!

He Wu had sharp eyes and shouted from the side: "It's the personal guard next to the lord, Dalang of the Lu family! What's going on? Dalang, how could there be frostbite on your shoulders and hands!"

Lu Yan held his left hand tightly on his right arm, which had already frozen, his lips were a little black. He was breathing heavily and he did not forget to warn him: "Hurry up, go back to the city! Tell the teacher... Helan Gong's incarnation is coming to the Qiang Army..."

Before he finished speaking, he added a sentence with great interest: "It is not an incarnation. I am a real real person. Ah, it should be said that it is a quarter and a little more real person."

As he spoke, Helan Gong, wearing a feather fur and holding a golden crown in his hand, slowly appeared in front of the group.

As he moved forward step by step, pieces of silvery white frost formed on the ground as he stepped on it!

Looking at the team of Han soldiers in front of him, he smiled softly: "I am the God of Helan Mountain and was named the title of "Qi'omay". In Chinese, it is the "White Tent Master". The priests of the Zoroastrianism worship me as the monarch of the eagle and the wind, and the god of war Bahram. I am the God of War of the Zoroastrianism, and the guardian god of these Qiang rebels. How about, Han soldiers, do you want to be enemies with the God of War? Be honest, I can still allow you to go back and repay the Taoist priest who is trying to kill the god."

Before he finished speaking, he heard He Wuhu roar: "No matter what kind of bird god, monster, the leader of the rebels, are you? Let's take my mace!"

The evil-breaking talisman seal on the iron mace in his hand suddenly lit up, and he and his horse were facing the man standing in front of him. He Lan Gong, who claimed to be the true body of a demon god, rushed forward and swung his mace and hit him!

When a mace was shot, Helan Gong's eyes were completely on Lu Yan, and his expression was full of irresistible thirst. At the same time, he raised his left hand and a white cold air rushed towards He Wu.

The evil-breaking talisman seal on the iron mace in He Wu's hand flashed with a flash of inspiration, and even his arm was sealed in a large piece of ice, and even he himself fell off his horse. The cold air invaded his bone marrow, which made him faint for a moment!

The Helan Gong or the white tent owner who completed this attack was as light as if he had just slapped a fly. The gap in strength between a mortal and a demon god was so clear at a glance.

There is no need to say anything more. The expression on the white account owner clearly shows his attitude in front of ghosts and gods. Mortals have no room for bargaining, but only accept the duty of ghosts and gods to kill.

Therefore, this is the difference between man and god.

Ma Teng held a gun in one hand and reached out to stop the remaining Han army whistle detective who wanted to rush forward. He urged the horse to come to the white tent master. Looking at the face that could not tell whether it was innocent or cruel, he asked softly: "You said you are a mountain god? The god has a spirit and knows everything. There are many doubts below. Can you solve the doubts below?"

Looking at Ma Teng's face, the white tent owner suddenly laughed: "It's Ma Teng who is in Wuwei, the northern part of the north, is it? In the Han Han family, the Ma family is a down-and-out family. But I will naturally pay attention to people like you. I just didn't expect that there are quite a few people who value your Ma family. It seems that I am blind. I also understand your question. Are you trying to ask whether your wife and children are really dead at the hands of those Qiang believers? As long as you are willing to surrender, I will use the answer to the puzzle of whether your son is alive or dead as a gift... "

Before he could finish his words, Ma Teng suddenly urged the war horse under his crotch and rushed towards the White Sect Master. With the momentum of the war horse sprinting, the long spear of the talisman in his hand had been thrown out with force!

The spear was out of hand, and a fire light, the gun rod, the spear head, and several talismans lit up together. The fire of burning evil triggered by Dongyang Sword Zhu took the lead. The power of the Liujia Jade Goddess power triggered by the Liujia divine talisman, and the Tianya divine shooting ritual arc Su Tianya two-star official star power was supplemented by it!

This shot of a gun turned into a whistling wind.

Before the gun arrived, the gun wind had already blew the hair on the white tent's forehead.

However, the white tent owner had no warning at all, and he just held the golden crown in his hand and stood there in a boring manner.

Just as the talisman spear approached his eyebrows less than a single finger, the white tent master looked at the tip of the gun as if nothing had happened.

At this glance, the air seemed to be as sticky as glue, and invisible chains were generated in the void for no reason. The energy of heaven and earth seemed to be stagnant. The long spear of the talisman was locked in place and could never enter the slightest!

Above the tip of the spear, the Dongyang Sword Zhu triggered a cluster of flames and burned, as if he wanted to purify all the evil spirits in front of him. However, with the white tent owner's eyes, a chill came out from the tip of the spear and slowly spread forward.

The heat waves were no longer there, and the talisman light flashed on the tip of the gun was like a little bit of ashes remaining after burning the dark paper, trembling and shivering, looking so weak and pitiful.

A thin layer of frost gradually appeared on the tip of the gun, like a transparent prison, imprisoning the passionate fire forever. The white tent owner's unenergized eyes showed a scattered light, but this gaze contained such a terrible power.

Who can compete with the power of God?

Perhaps there is only the power of heaven and earth, for example, the fallen thunder symbolizes the authority of the God King in various myths
Chapter completed!