Datang's strongest super god army

Chapter 1231 I am stronger than Jieli!
Chapter 1231 I am stronger than Jieli!
"You're too slow." Xin Zhicheng said jokingly.

"is it?"

After he no longer concealed it, the bearded man's voice was a little less intentionally raised, his entire voice became deeper and deeper, and even the aura around him changed. Even though he was under Xin Zhicheng's control, he still came from the inside Exuding the terrifying aura of a murderer.

Xin Zhicheng just smiled faintly, but before he could say anything else, he saw a cold light coming towards his temple from the corner of his vision.

Dodging away, Xin Zhicheng's eyes on the bearded man also changed.

"I thought you were a useless villain who was afraid of death, but I didn't expect you to have some skills." Xin Zhicheng praised.

The bearded man looked at Xin Zhicheng with sinister eyes. Although his face was as immobile as a mountain, his heart already hated this man who ruined his original plan.

After Xin Zhicheng stepped back, Uli Khan, who had lost his shackles, slowly stood up from the ground.

"This is what it looks like." Xin Zhicheng folded his arms and said to Uli Khan.

But Wuli Khan seemed unwilling to say a word to Xin Zhicheng, holding a machete in his left hand and a short knife in his right, he slashed towards Xin Zhicheng.

It's just that although his offensive moves are fierce and vicious, and his shots are extremely fast, Xin Zhicheng still manages to dodge them with ease.

"I told you earlier, you are too slow."

Suddenly, a cold voice rang in Uli Khan's ears. He turned his head to look in shock, and saw Xin Zhicheng, who had been hunted down by him just now, had arrived at his side at some point, and was looking at him with a smile.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Uli Khan was sweating all over his back. He didn't even see when Xin Zhicheng exited his attack range just now, and even approached him from the side.

"puff--"

With the sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the flesh, Uli Khan only felt a sharp pain in his waist. When he lowered his head to look, he saw a short dagger pierced impartially on his side waist.

"You have no chance to escape this time." Xin Zhicheng said with a smile like a spring breeze.

Immediately afterwards, before Uli Khan could react, another burst of severe pain came from his body.

This time, it was his right shoulder, and Uli Khan looked at the machete pierced into his right shoulder in disbelief.

When did this person pick up a machete from the ground?Under the attack of severe pain from the two wounds on his waist and right shoulder, Uli Khan's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the person in front of him also gradually became blurred.

"You can't hold on anymore?"

Looking at the wobbly person in front of him, Xin Zhicheng sneered, and seemed to be in a very good mood.

The blood on Uli Khan's right shoulder ran down his arm. Although Uli Khan still held the short knife, as the blood drained, he began to feel that his right hand was gradually losing strength.

"Back then, Jieli Khan was like an eagle, why are you so useless?" Xin Zhicheng's harsh voice rang in Uli Khan's ears again.

"Shut up!"

The thing Uli Khan hated the most in his life was to compare him with Jieli Khan, but over the years, people kept whispering in his ears about the man who had been dead for 20 years.

Obviously 20 years have passed, why haven't people forgotten the person who died by the Weishui River long ago!
"Xili, Xieli, Xieli..."

Uli Khan waved the scimitar in his hand wildly, but the short knife that was held in his right hand before had disappeared long ago.

Xin Zhicheng dodged Uli Khan's offensive, and couldn't help sighing in his heart. Such a person really couldn't lead Turkic to create another glory.

Even without the Black Dragon Army, he is doomed to fail.

"Ding--"

The sound of weapons intersecting sounded, and a scimitar flew into the air while spinning rapidly. Uli Khan, who was suddenly blown away with the weapon in his hand, stared blankly at the last moment when he was holding it in his hand, but now he has flown to With the machete on his head, the anger in his heart reached an unprecedented height.

Looking up at the scimitar that was out of his control, Uli Khan lowered his head abruptly, looking at Xin Zhicheng with even more sinister and furious eyes.

Afterwards, Uli Khan waved his fists and attacked Xin Zhicheng. Now he has obviously lost all his sanity.

"I'm stronger than Jieli! I'm stronger than Jieli!"

In fact, neither Xieli nor Wuli who is standing in front of Xin Zhicheng is mediocre in Xin Zhicheng's eyes, but right now, in order to annoy Wuli, Xin Zhicheng keeps saying that Jieli is actually a hundred times stronger than Wuli.

"Of course you can't compare to Jieli Khan back then." Xin Zhicheng said with a smile on his lips, "At least he dared to confront Emperor Taizong on the banks of the Weishui River, but you only dared to pretend to be dead among the dead."

"I'm better than him! I'm better than him!"

Seeing that Uli Khan was almost insane, Xin Zhicheng finally sneered, and then stabbed Uli Khan with a knife.

"Pfft-"

The sound of a sharp object piercing his body sounded again, and Uli Khan froze in the air as he waved his fists almost insanely.

Uli Khan's scarlet eyes gradually returned to normal. He looked down at his chest in disbelief, and saw a gleaming long knife broke through his offensive at some point and pierced straight into his chest .

A long knife with a cold light passed through his chest, and the tip of the knife protruded from his back, and drops of thick blood dripped from the tip of the knife.

A burst of severe pain hit, and a cluster of blood spewed out of Uli Khan's mouth.

Uli Khan's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes moved from his chest to Xin Zhicheng's face, and his consciousness had already begun to become trance.

He began to retreat step by step, and finally, he pulled his body off the long knife.

Xin Zhicheng didn't expect Uli Khan to have such willpower. Looking at a thick bloodstain that was dragged out of his long knife, he couldn't help frowning.

As soon as he got rid of the long knife, Uli Khan fell to the ground without any support. He put his hand on his chest, trying to stop the gurgling blood, but it was useless.

"I..." Uli Khan spat out a mouthful of blood again, his eyes became cloudy, but he still said: "I...better than Jieli..."

It seems that this has become his obsession.

In the end, Uli Khan, who had also thought about accomplishing an imperial hegemony, stopped breathing, and before he died, his gaze also stayed on the pale sun above his head.

The fighting around has stopped, and the soldiers of the Black Dragon Army have already started to clean up the battlefield. They moved all the corpses together as before, and then sprinkled kerosene on the mountain of corpses, and lit the fire to burn all the corpses. .

Taking a last look at Uli Khan's body, Xin Zhicheng wiped his long knife clean and put it back into its sheath, then mounted his horse again and left the Turkic camp.

"Why did it take so long?"

After returning to Qi Zifeng's side, Xin Zhicheng heard Qi Zifeng ask this question.

Xin Zhicheng bent his lips and asked, "Have you guessed the identity of that person?"

Qi Zifeng was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "I still think of him as a cook."

Looking at the mountain of corpses already burning in the distance, Xin Zhicheng said, "Do you still remember what the spy we captured said earlier?"

Hearing this, Qi Zifeng frowned and thought for a while, and finally looked at Xin Zhicheng with a sudden realization after a long while.

"That man is Uli Khan?!"

(End of this chapter)