The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

Zhao Zilong sneered without moving a single step.

"Dare to play with a gun in front of me? Die!"

Lowering his waist, Zhao Zilong dodged Duerdan's spear, and then stabbed out with the gentian spear in his hand, and stabbed Duerdan's eyebrows with his back carbine, stabbing him with chills.

Then, there was another person, holding a hammer.

Another hole was opened between the eyebrows by Zhao Zilong.

After going back and forth several times, there were six more corpses under Zhao Zilong's feet, and the faint smell of blood spread, like the fear spreading among the Western Turkic army.

Yipidulu Khan and a group of soldiers trembled, looking at Zhao Zilong as if they were looking at a demon.

Zhao Zilong's kills were all among the top [-] masters of Western Turks.

One shot and you're dead, it's no joke.

On the tower, Hou Junji was trembling with excitement.

"Zhao Zilong, as expected of Zhao Zilong, I should have thought a long time ago that there are no weak people around His Royal Highness, if he can keep guarding Liangzhou, why should we worry about foreign enemies in Liangzhou!"

In just one cup of tea, he killed six masters, a remarkable record.

But Hou Junji didn't know that everyone in Li Kuan's net army was equivalent to a Zhao Zilong to some extent.

In other words, Li Kuan still has a hundred of Zhao Zilong's strong presence.

Zhao Zilong stood proudly.

"Trash, coward! Call again, why don't you call again, who dares to come up to fight!"

The sound of ridicule made the West Turks turbulent, and then one person walked out.

Beigong Zale, the number one general of the Western Turks.

The Western Turks raised their weapons and shouted.

"Kill him, kill him!"

The momentum alone is enough to make ordinary people frightened.

Zhao Zilong was not afraid, he looked at Beigong Zale who was holding a double ax and said.

"Finally a decent opponent has come, let me meet you!"

Beigong Zale roared.

"Insanity!"

The two axes slashed horizontally and vertically, sealing off all Zhao Zilong's escape routes.

Zhao Zilong didn't want to quit either.

The spear stabbed obliquely, pointing directly at Beigong Zale's eyebrows at a tricky angle.

If Beigong Zale doesn't stop, both sides will suffer.

If he blocks it, his ultimate move will lose its momentum.

Beigong Zale roared.

"I fought with you bastard!"

He's going to trade his life for another.

At this moment, Zhao Zilong smiled.

"Who wants to fight you hard."

The slashing spear accelerated and pierced Beigong Zale's eyebrows ahead of time.

And the double axes were left in front of Zhao Zilong's head.

Another shot, the so-called number one master, die!

Not only the Western Turks were terrified, but so was Hou Junji.

Hengmei coldly faced the 200,000 army, Zhao Zilong was not afraid, and shouted.

"Who dares to come to die!"

Fearing Zhao Zilong's strength, the Western Turks retreated slowly.

After losing seven generals, Yipidulu Khan was furious and shouted loudly.

"Archery!"

With one order, tens of thousands of soldiers bent their bows and drew arrows.

Hou Junji yelled, "No!"

Just finished speaking, the arrow has been shot,

It is densely packed, covering the sky and blocking the sun, and the cold light seeps into people.

Seeing this, Zhao Zilong sneered.

The gentian gun was thrown out, and at the end of the gun was a thin iron chain.