"Shit and shit..." The sharp sword energy broke through the body of a warrior in the Northern Desert. The bright red blood was scattered with various broken internal organ fragments, sprinkling on the bodies of these knights.

Ignoring the blood on his body and the minced meat hanging on his hair, these warriors from the Tang Dynasty followed the man in brocade and rushed forward like demons walking out of hell.

They were brave and fearless, they were strong, they were full of fighting spirit, and they were ready to die, but their number was too small. After killing dozens of people in succession, a knight finally exhausted his true energy and failed to escape the attack of a warrior in the Northern Desert. The hammer of the warrior directly hit the knight's shoulder. The heavy hammer directly smashed his shoulder bones to pieces, and the entire shoulder was sunken. Even the sternum of the left chest was shattered. The broken bone spurs pierced directly from the flesh and blood, with blood-striped minced meat on it.

However, in this situation where he was bound to die, the Tang knight endured severe pain and raised the sword in his hand with all his might, stabbing into the heart of the deserted warrior with one sword.

It was not until the face of the deserted warrior showed a look of horror and despair that the Tang Dynasty knight slowly fell down. A smile even appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was a satisfied smile. However, there was a faint regret in the satisfaction. Regret cannot accompany the Fourth Highness to kill the enemy together!

"Touch!" Another Datang knight was accidentally hit by a deserted warrior and fell heavily to the ground. Before he could stand up, he was already stepped on the belly by a man bull's front hooves, and his intestines were stepped on the spot. However, the knight not only did not scream, but instead plucked up his last strength and stabbed into Man bull's jaw with a sword.

The manniu felt pain and twisted his body, and actually arched the knight on its back, jumped up half of his body, and stepped down again, just stepping on the head of the Tang Dynasty knight.

"Pai!" With a crisp sound, facing the body of Manniu, which weighed ten thousand pounds, the head of the Monaco Tang Knight was shattered on the spot.

In just a few breaths, seven or eight knights had fallen into a pool of blood, either died under the hammer of the deserted warriors, or died under the iron hooves of the barbarian bull. After each knight died, he did not leave a complete body, but the remaining five knights had followed the man in the brocade and rushed forward desperately.

Behind them, more than fifty warriors of the desert had fallen. When they were exhausted, they could still pull down their enemies several times their own before they died. The combat power of these knights shocked the fierce people of the Northern Desert.

If the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty were so terrible, even if they broke through Beiyun City, smashed the Great Wall, and attacked the Kunlun Mountains, how could they conquer this terrible nation?

The fight continued, and many warriors in the desert had already had doubts, but the natural honor of warriors still made them intercept the remaining people crazy.

Finally, the last few knights fell into a pool of blood. Even though they made the best efforts, they still couldn't help the man in the brocade to attack the leader.

Faced with the same fierce warriors of the wilderness, they really tried their best.

A sword shook off a man from Beimo. Li Zijun looked back at several loyal subordinates who were lying behind him, and tears came out in his eyes. They were worthy of being the most elite warriors of the Tang Dynasty, and they were worthy of being the most loyal warriors of the Tang Dynasty. They used their blood and lives to protect the honor of the Tang Dynasty.

Today's battle is still glorious even if you die!

"Ah..." Li Zijun, who was also exhausted, suddenly roared to the sky, and the little true energy left in his body flowed wildly. The brocadeless clothes, which had been dyed red by blood, made a whirring sound, and even his long black hair flew. Even the ordinary iron sword in his hand seemed to feel the heroic spirit in his master's heart, making a buzzing sound. Then he saw him suddenly take a step forward, shake the iron sword in his hand, and then slash forward at full speed.

A golden ripple lit up, spreading towards the front with him as the center, instantly swept through a semicircle with a diameter of about ten meters.

Anyone who was affected by the ripples, whether it was the deserted warriors or their mounts, was cut in half at the same time, half of the upper and lower ones, at least a dozen deserted warriors were cut in half, including their mounts, and a large amount of internal organ fragments fell down. In just a blink of an eye, thick minced meat was piled up in front of him, and minced meat covered with rich blood.

After a sword, Li Zijun stood there, his flying hair fell down, draped behind his head, and his swelling brocade robe also pressed on his body. The iron sword in his hand seemed to have fulfilled his mission. With a "click", it shattered and shattered into the finest iron piece, obviously unable to withstand the strongest true energy just now.

"Dragon Pattern Sword Wave?" At the huge scene, there was silence at first. Everyone looked at Li Zijun in the center with horror. It was not until the iron sword in his hand shattered and the leader of the Beimo Wilderness who had been hiding behind him heard a scream.

Dragon pattern sword wave, this is a secret martial arts skill of the Tang Dynasty royal family. It is a set of mysterious martial arts skills. If you have not reached the peak martial arts level, you cannot use this move at all.

Seeing the broken corpse on the ground, the leader swallowed secretly, then tried hard to suppress the shock in his heart, and then slowly said: "The Fourth Prince, I really didn't expect that you would have entered the realm of a peak martial artist at the age of twenty. If you had entered this level earlier, I'm afraid that my troops would be really hard to keep you. But you have exhausted all your energy now, so what can you do to resist the attack of the warriors of our clan? Listen to my advice and surrender. As long as you are willing to surrender, I promise not to hurt you a hair!"

Li Zijun slowly raised his head, looked at the terrified and admirable look in the other person's eyes, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he faintly said a simple sentence: "A man from the Tang Dynasty would rather die than surrender!"

He said it naturally and casually, but the look in his eyes was so firm.

The leader's face suddenly showed a look of anger: "Since the Fourth Prince is so persistent, let me personally send the Fourth Prince away!"

It seemed that Li Zijun had no power to fight back. The leader pulled out a ghost-headed sword that was about one meter long from somewhere, and then suddenly jumped up from his mount, holding the knife in both hands, and slashed towards Li Zijun with all his strength.

A dazzling sword light lit up from the sword of the ghost-headed sword. Feeling this sharp sword aura, Li Zijun's face changed slightly. This guy had always been hiding his strength before. This was actually innate true energy. He had already reached the innate realm, but he clearly had the strength to fight with him, so why did he dodge in a mess?

Then, Li Zijun's surprised expression was relieved. No matter why he hid his strength, he had no strength in his body, and he could not even stand, so he could not resist such a knife, even the most ordinary knife.

Looking at the sword light falling from his head, a bitterness appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Sorry, Father, my child has disappointed you...

"That thief, dare to hurt me, the prince of the Tang Dynasty, die!" Just as the ghost-headed sword was about to be slashed above Li Zijun, who had no power to fight back, a loud voice sounded from afar...
Chapter completed!