Chapter 1100 A generation of kings died tragically in the grassland!
"die!"
She controlled the sword with all her strength, and a white light flashed in the air, slashing towards Tizhen at an extremely fast speed.
The sword energy is ubiquitous and fierce.
All the thousands of grass and trees on the grassland are afraid!
"Ye Hu, be careful!!"
The ten entourages felt chills all over and rushed towards Tizhen frantically.
Tizhen was locked, and the bone-thrusting sword energy made his legs unable to move like lead.
Looking at the terrifying sword in fear.
The soldiers around were also stunned, the horses neighed, and the two thousand people were stunned, and they did not expect this change.
puff!
puff!
Before the sword arrived, the sword energy had already hurt people.
Ten entourages who blocked the sword one after another were slashed immediately by a sword!
Blood gushed, and the body fell to the ground, a terrible sight!
They did not scream, but there was a fine crack from their forehead to their stomachs, and then they disintegrated.
Moreover, Murong Shunhua's long sword did not stop and poked towards Tizhen at the speed of light.
Clam!
The tip of the sword trembled, but it didn't penetrate the chest!
Instead, it shook Tizhen with a bang. His internal organs were hit hard, his face was painful, and blood mist was spewed out with a puff.
"ah!!"
After screaming, he fell heavily to the ground.
Murong Shunhua's beautiful eyes were shocked: "Sky Silk Armor!"
She saw something wrong. Tizhen was wearing a very high-quality Tiansilk Armor, which was even tougher than the Jinyiwei's big net, otherwise a sword would be enough to kill him.
"ah!"
"Kill this bitch, she is not Huairou!"
"I want her to die!"
Tizhen fell to the ground and roared, and the pain made him extremely hideous.
Suddenly, two thousand iron armors roared, and quickly reacted and rushed towards Murong Shunhua.
The lonely carriage will be trampled to ashes at any time.
Wuming drew his sword at the first time and killed him, like a harvester.
Murong Shunhua was not panicked at all. She looked at the two thousand iron cavalry at Wuwu. Looking at the backwards of Tizhen, Leng Yan said: "Today, no one can save you!"
"Remember, the emperor of the Great Xia, you must not be humiliated!"
The voice fell to the ground, and she turned into a afterimage.
"You, you..."
"Who are you?!"
Tizhen shouted in fear, he couldn't figure out who the woman in front of him was!
Murong Shunhua did not answer, wearing white clothes, and went upstairs against the iron cavalry, as if teleporting, with a long sword captivating people, and no one could see how she drew her sword.
I saw countless soldiers and war horses bleed, then fell to the ground and screamed!
How magnificent is the beauty colliding!
The white clothes turned into blood clothes, beautiful.
She was like a female sword fairy, showing her most sharp side.
Seeing that, he came to Tizhen.
Tizhen was scared, her facial features were trembling, and she screamed: "Save, save me!!"
His army, dozens of people quickly formed a square formation and stood in front.
Murong disdained and shouted: "Sword Ba!"
The strongest sword, which was the strongest sword at her peak, and she thought she would never use it again in her life.
The sword light flashed, and the steel cast shield split directly.
"puff!"
Dozens of people were sealed with a sword, their pupils opened very much, and before they died, they only saw a white light.
Covered his neck and fell to the ground.
After the sword energy, the war horse retreated and was cleared out of a vacuum area.
"snort!"
Murong Shunhua has another sword.
Without protection, Tizhen became a thin sheep with a burly body.
"ah!!"
"My hand!"
He howled, hideous.
The left hand was cut off completely.
Dozens of spears came, and Murong broke the formation with a sword.
Tizhen was full of desire to survive, forgot the pain, and the moment Murong turned around, he began to flee among the chaotic army.
An arrow was pulled over by Qin Yun in the distance, and had been accumulating strength for a long time. His face turned red and his whole body trembled!
"call out!"
The arrow broke through the air, traveled hundreds of meters, and shot into Tizhen's abdomen in the chaos.
Exit through the body, the arrow body was covered in blood!
Bang!
Tizhen fell heavily to the ground, then looked at the arrow, the blue veins were exposed, and his facial features were ferocious. He could no longer make a sound when he wanted to scream, and he kept vomiting blood.
"I, I...I am not willing to accept it!"
Murong Shunhua's white clothes killed seven in and seven out, and all the soldiers who came to block the road were killed in blood and blood, flying across the sky, screaming in tears.
"King of the South Courtyard, remember not to mess with my man in the next life!"
Murong's cold voice as frost fell gently.
Only Tizhen heard it, his pupils were stiff, resentful, unwilling, and angry.
"It's...the Emperor of Daxia..."
Before he could finish his words, a cold light appeared. His pupils were full of reluctance and pain, and gradually became dark. The palms of the palm fan's size even grabbed the grass tightly, but they were always frozen!
There was a fine bloodline on his neck, which turned out to be sealed with a sword, and blood did not splash.
A generation of Turkic old king died tragically at the grassland because of his own selfish desires, which is extremely satirical!
Although Murong Shunhua and Wuming were unable to kill all the two thousand troops, there was no problem in retiring and leaving completely.
No one dared to stop Murong Shunhua. It was too strong. Unless the wheel battle was fought and the heavy price of death was paid, it would be impossible to win it.
After shooting the arrow, Qin Yun masked his face and took people to meet the two of them in the distance.
He knew that most of the people in Tizhen were separated.
The group of people shook off the pursuers and went straight out of Dagukou.
At dusk, the horse gallops, and everyone is happy!
"Hahaha, your majesty's divine power, you will definitely get the truth with one arrow!"
"There is also the Empress, whose sword skills are superb, and the Turks are killed and run away with their heads in their arms! I admire them!"
"Tizhen is finally dead. This bloody revenge will increase my great Xia divine power!"
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Everyone was excited. After all, it was a man who killed a major military and political figure in the Turkic military and political figure, or a top figure. He stomped his feet and trembled the entire southern Turkic region.
Murong Shunhua sat on Qin Yun's horse, and the two of them were close together, like a fairy couple.
Wait until safe and meet with the three thousand cavalrymen.
She turned her head and glared at Qin Yun in anger, and her white jade face was slightly angry: "I have agreed to let me kill you, why are you shooting arrows?"
"Hahaha!"
Qin Yun laughed and touched her belly without any fat: "Is there any difference?"
"It's enough if Tizhen dies."
"Of course there is a difference." Murong deliberately dissatisfied.
Qin Yun coaxed, "There is no difference, the couple is one."
Her red lips couldn't help but rise: "I'll be smooth and smooth."
"Hahaha!" Qin Yun laughed again, feeling unprecedentedly happy. He secretly hunted Tizhen on the Turkic territory and slapped the Turkic in the face.
Very satisfying!
"Walk!"
"Enter Xiliang quickly!"
"Tizhen is dead, even if the Turks have no evidence, they will be furious and cause endless waves!"
"Quickly let the Tiger Guards of Zhenguo see me in the future. I must make sufficient preparations to prevent the Turks."
Everyone shouted: "Yes!"
Three thousand people left in the dust and entered Xiliang.
From beginning to end, no one noticed that it was the hunting planned by Daxia's entry, and the only person inquired about it, Tizhen, was dead.
At least in theory, Qin Yun took it.
At this moment, Tizhen was attacked.
The crows are croaking, the sun sets in dusk, and the night gradually emerges, so depressing.
Nearly two thousand soldiers, they looked at the corpse in front of them, their scalps were numb, as if the sky had collapsed!
Ye Hu is dead!
All these two thousand of them will be buried with them!
In the Turkic country, they will be furious and shamed. Khan's anger is not something they can bear...