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

However, what made Lun Qinling relax was that the Tang army who had already charged twice should not have the energy to make another assault, and they probably would not come again in a short time.

How to put it, I have to rest for a few hours, these few hours are enough for Lun Qinling to think of some countermeasures, and then improve morale.

That's why Lun Qinling allowed the army to be chaotic. After all, as long as Li Kuan didn't kill him, the army would be safe.

However, at this moment, the scouts hurriedly ran among the crowd, shouting at the top of their lungs.

"It's not good! It's not good, Datang's thousand-man army has returned!"

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Lun Qinling who heard this said went crazy.

Is Datang's army a perpetual motion machine?No rest?This is already the third wave.

Lun Qinling, who dared not face the reality, grabbed the scout's clothes and asked.

"Whether the information is true, why did the soldiers of Datang come back again, how could they still have the strength to come back!"

Being questioned by Lun Qinling, the scout went crazy and said with a mournful face.

"General, I don't know why they came back, but everyone has seen it, and they are coming soon."

Lun Qinling thought it was a tragedy.

He never imagined that Li Kuan brought someone back to kill him like this.

Before Lun Qinling could issue an order, the troops led by Li Kuan had charged into the Tubo army again.

Under that unstoppable aura, the Tubo soldiers who passed by killed screamed and ran away with their heads in their hands.

Lun Qinling wanted to stop it, but he couldn't think of any way to stop it. He could only watch the Tang army slaughter wantonly.

He felt helpless, it was obviously the territory of Tubo, but the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty slaughtered the soldiers of Tubo as if they were in no one's land. At this moment, Lun Qinling was really desperate.

Apart from despair, Lunqinling also had anger. It was his own military camp, but the other party could do anything wrong. As long as he was a Tibetan, he felt uncomfortable.

In desperation, Lun Qinling could only pin his hopes on the great sage, hoping that the great sage could stand up and stop Li Kuan again.

"Great Sage! Great Sage, where are you?"

Only the great sage could block Li Kuan. The great sage could block Li Kuan's sword light at least, but the others couldn't even stop Li Kuan's sword light.

When the scouts heard Lun Qinling's call, they hurriedly reported.

"As for the general, the great sage has just been beheaded by the strong men of Qin."

Only then did Lun Qinling remember that the great sage whom he had placed high hopes on had just died at the hands of Li Kuan for the sixth time.

At this moment, Lun Qinling had nothing to rely on. He never expected that he had an army of 20, but he was helpless against a thousand soldiers from the Tang Dynasty.

Whether it is weapons, equipment, war horses, soldiers, or numbers, they are all several times stronger than Datang, but because of Li Kuan's existence, these gaps have disappeared.

If someone told Lun Qinling in the past that one person could turn the tide on the battlefield and withstand an army of 20, Lun Qinling would think it was a joke.

But now, Lun Qinling not only saw it with his own eyes, but also believed it after experiencing it himself.

Lun Qinling couldn't help shouting.

"Great Sage, I know you are resurrected, please save us quickly and help us block Li Kuan!"

As long as the great sage blocks Lun Qinling, they will have a chance to reverse the opportunity.

As if hearing Lun Qinling's shout, a half-century old woman without eyes, ears and nose appeared in front of Lun Qinling,

Seeing this person, Lun Qinling was startled, thinking that he had encountered a ghost in broad daylight.

But soon Lun Qinling calmed down, he knew that the person in front of him was none other than the newly revived great sage.

Lun Qinling said hastily.

"Great Sage, Datang's army has come back again, go and stop it."

Lun Qinling knew that only a great sage could stop Li Kuan.

Lun Qinling had no choice but to trust the great sage, even if the great sage couldn't beat Li Kuan, there was no other way.

The great sage frowned.

"I already know the matter, I will go meet Li Kuan now, try to kill him, and vent my anger on the dead soldiers of Tubo!"

Lun Qinling didn't expect the great sage to be so confident, which made him feel helpless.

It was a blessing to be able to stop Li Kuan, and thinking about beheading Li Kuan, the great sage was dreaming again.

After being defeated by Li Kuan six times in a row and beheaded by Li Kuan, the great sage actually thought he could kill Li Kuan, isn't this a joke?

"Great sage, I don't ask you to kill Li Kuan, I just hope you can restrain him so that the Tang army will not harass our camp many times."

As soon as the great sage heard this, he knew that Lun Qinling didn't trust him, and he also knew in his heart that if he had been beheaded six times in a row, no one else would believe that he could be Li Kuan's opponent.

Too lazy to explain, the great sage looked at Li Kuan and said to Lun Qinling.

"General Lun, take a good look this time and see if I can stop Li Kuan!"

After speaking, the great sage rushed to Li Kuan directly.

At this time, Li Kuan had already killed the center of the Tubo army, and the Tubo army was completely in chaos. Except for a few who still wanted to resist, most of them were running away in all directions, and they ran so fast.