After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

Pabala looked at the figure riding on a horse not far away and gnashed his teeth in hatred.

This woman who pretended to be submissive actually thought about running away all the time! He was still treating her politely.

If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have cared so much and should have taken her by force at that time.

At least, it wouldn't be like today, where she got nothing and she also messed up her own City Lord's Mansion.

He was forced to issue the massacre order.

Afterwards, there was still a mess waiting for him to clean up.

Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

He was almost certain that all this turmoil was caused by her.

Catch her, torture her severely, and make her regret everything she did today!

Only then can I vent my anger.

There was only one thing he couldn't figure out: why did Muktans from Loulan collude with her?

What a weird thing.

Yan Changqing reached out to grab the reins, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

He dragged Pabala around in circles for several times. On the other side of Fengqi Tower, she should have already walked away from the tunnel with her men.

it's time.

Yan Changqing was confident that he could deal with Pabala, but since her safety was at stake, he still chose the safest way - to delay the situation as much as possible.

The few riders following him were all elite soldiers who had fought their way out of the vast army.

Seeing Yan Changqing rein in his horse, they all pulled the reins and turned to face the aggressive enemy.

They all had resolute expressions, their hands holding the knives were as steady as emotionless killing machines, and their eyes were cold.

Pabala's heart skipped a beat.

Where do these people come from?

They are by no means ordinary guards, but experienced warriors.

The elite troops following him also noticed it.

Their hands were stained with blood, they had killed people without hesitation, and they could easily recognize the scent of their own kind.

However, there are essential differences between the two sides.

Yan Changqing went to the battlefield to kill the enemy in order to "guard", while Pabala did so in order to invade.

There is an essential difference between the two.

The original intention is different, and the degree of firmness expressed in the will is different.

Pabala was hesitating when his eyes blurred and a red cloud seemed to be approaching.

He reflexively manipulated the reins to dodge to the side, and when he looked closely, he saw the auspicious robe slowly falling to the ground.

The outer robe was inlaid with exquisite and luxurious jewels, but at this moment it was ruthlessly thrown into the dust and stained with mud.

He looked back at the man on horseback.

Where is "her"?

It was clearly him.

The man on horseback had a slim waist and a monkey-like back, and his figure stood out.

Without the cover of the outer robe, his explosive muscles were faithfully outlined by the thin fabric, appearing unstoppable.

He has a handsome face, eyes as cold as ice, and a murderous aura.

He is like a god of death.

Pabala's pupils shrank, and just as he was about to speak, he saw a cold smile on the other person's face.

Sarcasm means fullness.

Pabala came to his senses and realized that he had been tricked by this man. He became angry and shouted, "Kill him!"

No matter who he is, kill him first.

He just didn't believe that with so many soldiers, he couldn't kill just a few people?

"Yes!"

Behind him, a group of elite soldiers rode out on their horses and quickly passed by him.

Yan Changqing kicked the horse's belly and took the lead.

Wherever the long sword went, blood splattered.

It is the blood of the enemy.

The blood of the enemy is so sweet.

Yan Changqing's face was stained with blood, making him look even more like a god of death, so cold and cruel that he didn't have a single human emotion.

After many years of fighting, he has long been accustomed to killing.

I'm more accustomed to closing my heart at this moment.

Pity, fragility, sympathy, fear...all the other emotions that would make him weak were completely sealed deep in his heart.

He didn't even glance at the guards following him.

He improved his martial arts and practiced day and night. He did everything he could.

Fighting on the battlefield, whether you can survive depends entirely on your ability.

Now, he is just a sophisticated killing machine.

Mobilizing the energy in every part of the body to the extreme, the true qi mixed with the aconite poison circulates rapidly in the eight extraordinary meridians, with only one purpose - Pabala.

As long as he is killed, no matter how strong the remaining soldiers are, they will be nothing but a mob.

Since ancient times, it is the same principle as this: to catch a thief, you must first catch his leader.

Before Pabala could react, he met a pair of eyes as cold as a pond.

He was also a fierce warrior on the battlefield. He reacted suddenly and did a cross-legged jump on his horse, leaning his whole body backwards and narrowly avoiding the blade that brushed past his nose.

If he had reacted a little slower, his neck and body would have been separated.

A cold sweat broke out.

Pabala danced on the edge of a knife all his life.

But there has never been a time when he felt so close to death as he did now.

"Chong-"

He hastily drew his sword and barely blocked Yan Changqing's chopping knife, which made his palm numb.

The more I fought, the more shocked I became.

Seeing him being attacked, the elite troops following him rushed to protect him at all costs and separated him from Yan Changqing.

Pabala panted and asked in Chinese in fear, "Who are you?"

A general with such superb martial arts skills could not be an unknown person.

However, as far as he could remember, this powerful general had never fought against him.

Riding on horseback, Yan Changqing held a long sword and remained silent.

Just a pair of eyes, full of murderous intent.

Rather than revealing his identity in front of Pabala, he would rather let the other party die and become a confused ghost.

If you dare to set your sights on his wife, you're courting death!

Pabala spat a mouthful of blood foam on the ground and said in a strong voice: "Who are you? Tell me your name. Under my knife, you will be a nameless ghost who will never die!"

The only response he got was Yan Changqing's cold smile.

"Can you kill me?"

He asked back, his voice low and hoarse, like a whisper from hell.

Pabala was arrogant, and he was more arrogant than Pabala.

This is what it means to be arrogant.

Although he was clearly in the enemy camp, no one would doubt what he said.

"I'll give you a suggestion," Yan Changqing said slowly, "It's not too late to escape now."

He returned all the threats that Pabala had made before.

Pabala also wanted to escape.

But he was in his own territory, and if he really escaped, the reputation he had built up over the years would be destroyed in an instant.

He used fear to maintain his high-pressure rule, and once someone was labeled a "deserter", no one would be afraid of him anymore.

In Tubo, the law of the jungle prevails.

Once he becomes weak, he is finished.

His wealth would be plundered, his noble titles would be stripped, and his women would be divided up.

He can't escape.

Forced to face.

As long as he can get through today, there will be endless good days waiting for him in the future!

A sinister smile appeared on Pabala's face, and he roared and dragged his knife forward.

Sensing his fighting spirit, Yan Changqing became murderous and shouted, "Come and fight!"

A brave opponent is rare, and he aroused all his fighting spirit.

The two men charged forward at the same time, and passed each other in a flash.

A head flew high into the sky, blood gushing out of the severed skull, but the body was still sitting upright on the horse.