The dark clouds rolled in, as if they were going to crush everything in the world, making people feel chest tight and suffocating.

A ray of sunlight filtered down from the gap in the clouds and reflected on the white armor of the Dragon Cavalry Guard, making the golden light sparkle and dazzling.

The sound of the horn was blown, resounding throughout the sky in this autumn color.

Sand and dust are flying, and smoke is everywhere.

The 90,000-strong army of the Eighth Turkic Prince advanced with great fanfare, pressing forward step by step.

The dragon cavalry guards were strong and sharp, with a will to die on their faces.

Encouraged by the horn, their morale was high, and they followed Li Changqing to charge against an enemy that was more than twenty times more numerous!

Li Changqing took the lead, wielding the Fangtian Painted Halberd, killing people like mowing grass!

Wherever the halberd passed, heads were rolling. Not a single Turkic warrior could stand within three feet of him!

A fierce and cruel war broke out!

The sunset illuminated the battlefield, and large pieces of rouge-like blood stained the desert.

The Turks are brave, and all the strong men are good at fighting.

Ninety thousand Turkic cavalry were fast and fierce, rolling over the ground like a violent storm.

The dragon cavalry guards fought hard to kill the enemy, but the sky was dark and the ground was dark, and blood flowed into rivers.

Li Changqing is invincible across the battlefield, and the murderous aura in his body sweeps around, making people intimidated.

The Dragon Cavalry Bathhouse is so majestic that life and death are forgotten.

However, the army is sparse, the siege is difficult to break, the sun is setting on the isolated city, and the grass is falling all over the sky!

With 4,300 cavalry, breaking through the siege of 90,000 troops is as difficult as climbing to the sky!

A halberd swept away dozens of Turkic cavalry, Li Changqing's eyes were like lightning, and he stabbed directly at the Turkic Central Army camp.

There is the place where the Eighth Prince of Turks lives.

He turned to face the dragon-riding guard behind him who was killing the enemy with blood, and shouted:

"Anyone who is over forty years old and comes out will follow our general to attack the Turkic Central Army camp and take the head of the eighth Turkic prince! The rest try their best to break out! Anyone who disobeys the order will be expelled from the Dragon Cavalry Guard!"

Immediately, more than 500 veterans with vicissitudes of life on their faces jumped out with guns drawn.

"General!"

The dragon cavalry guards who did not come out were all furious and their eyes were about to burst.

"drive!"

What was waiting for them was Li Changqing's unparalleled figure.

He led more than 500 veterans and headed straight for the Turkic Army's camp!

The veterans laughed wantonly, had strong feelings, brandished their spears, and regarded life and death as drinking water!

The remaining dragonriders The guards gathered together and fought against the trapped beasts.

Only Li Changqing and more than 500 veterans could rush into the Turkic Central Army camp and pose a threat to the Eighth Turkic Prince. Only then could they have any hope of breaking out of the siege!

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A man is determined to die, so he can try his hand to mend the cracks in the sky.

The veterans of the Dragoon Guards beside Li Changqing fell one after another. They looked at each other, there was no fear in their eyes, but they were filled with endless freedom and ease.

In the Chinese army camp, the Eighth Prince saw Li Changqing leading the charge. People fell on their backs wherever he passed, and he couldn't help shouting:

"I have never seen such a brave general in the Turks!"

Not only was he not afraid of Li Changqing's continuous forays into the Chinese army camp, but his eyes were shining and his face was full of ferocious looks.

"General Tiance of the Tang Dynasty is indeed worthy of his reputation! This prince wants to use his head to make a wine bottle!"

Five hundred meters... three hundred meters... two hundred meters...

Every time he advances a hundred meters, the veteran dragon knight beside Li Changqing falls apart.

When he is only two hundred meters away from the Eighth Prince of Turks, the five Of more than a hundred veterans, only thirty were left!

Their armors had long been shattered, and the spears in their hands were broken into two pieces.

The blood on their bodies could not be distinguished from the enemy's and from their own.

Relying on a belief, they forcibly followed Li Changqing. Until now.

The sacrifices of the veterans were rewarded.

Due to their charge, the Eighth Prince was forced to order the troops to be gathered, so that the remaining more than 3,000 dragoon guards were able to find opportunities to break out.

In the camp of the Turkic Central Army, the Eighth Prince Wu Gu Si shouted loudly:"General of the Tang Army, your bravery is unparalleled in the world! If you don't take refuge with me and help me ascend to the throne of Khan, I will allow you to lead troops south to capture the Han people's land, and then you and I will share the world!"

Ogus, as the eighth prince of the Turks, is also one of the top three warriors of the Turks!

Seeing Li Changqing's bravery at this time, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened and trembling in his heart, and he actually started to launch a verbal offensive.

His loud shout could be heard for miles. Far away.

Even on this battlefield where people were shouting to kill Zhentian, they could still hear clearly.

Li Changqing instantly locked the position of the Eighth Prince, thrust Fang Tian's painted halberd heavily into the ground, turned over and jumped off the horse, with the Longquan Sword suddenly unsheathed at his waist.

Chasing the wind, the horse has been fighting continuously, and its physical strength is no longer at its peak. Under such circumstances, it is better to abandon the horse and rely on your own explosive power to instantly close the two hundred meters distance. Horse fighting dances halberds, and foot fighting wields swords.

As everyone knows Li Changqing is the best in the world in horse fighting. He dances the Fangtian Painted Halberd and transforms into a battlefield Shura, killing enemies in large swaths.

But few people know that what Li Changqing is really good at is foot combat, and the weapon he is really good at is the sword!

His sword skills are like a dragon's , unparalleled in the world!

Just because killing enemies on the battlefield requires wide open and large closing, which is not suitable for using swords, Fang Tian's painted halberd is often used.

Without the constraints of horses and Fang Tian's painted halberd, Li Changqing is as powerful as thunder and as powerful as a swimming dragon. With a roar.

The distance of two hundred meters was reached in the blink of an eye! All obstacles on the road were turned into powder under the long sword!

Li Changqing was too brave. Wherever he passed, thousands of Turkic troops and horses all gave way, leaving no one behind. Dare to step forward and sharpen his edge!

But a bright sword light rises, covering up the light of the scorching sun.

Immediately afterwards, the head of Ogus, the eighth prince of the Turks, rises into the sky, and hot blood spurts out like a fountain!

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