Yuwen Jianxue, the awakening technique [Realm of Floating Snow] he used previously had been interrupted, and now he had to rely on Qinggong to chase forward.
She was still quite far away from the Turkic woman, and even if she caught up with her, it would definitely be too late, but she could still count on her life.
Looking further ahead, I saw the Turkic woman leading a group of soldiers, who were about to reach within three feet of Pei Ji's cavalry.
She had raised her machete high and was about to slash at the first horse.
Suddenly, a black wind blew from nowhere, and the Turkic woman quickly stepped aside to avoid it.
The black wind bypassed her, but swept away the Turkic soldiers behind her.
The Turkic woman didn't bother to look closely, and turned around to chop the horse again.
Several Turkic soldiers behind her suddenly swung their swords and slashed at her back.
The Turkic woman was shocked, as if she had sensed the killing move from behind. Before the knife fell from her hand, she quickly rolled to the side, but she was still hit on the back, which was painful and burning.
Looking back at the person who did it, the Turkic woman had a look of shock on her face.
That’s it——
Three Turkic soldiers with red eyes and ferocious faces, wearing Turkic clothes and wielding Turkic knives, lost their senses and slashed at each other randomly without distinguishing between ourselves and the enemy.
"Manic wind..."
The Turkic woman’s eyes are wide open,
"Adi Gelan...is that you!"
The Turkic woman looked around, murmured something, and then shook her head——
"No, it's impossible...if you were alive, you would never take action against me."
She was in a daze for a moment, probably thinking that it was meaningless to care about such things now, and the most important thing was to kill the horses that were going to carry the prisoners.
He immediately covered his wound and stood up to chase Pei Ji's cavalry.
The frantic Turkic soldiers rushed towards her with swords drawn.
The Turkic woman slashed at the soldier with her sword, but the soldier showed no fear and seemed not to feel the pain at all. He stared at her with violent eyes and slashed at her again.
The Turkic woman had to chop off his legs.
Then another frantic soldier rushed over.
The Turkic woman chopped off his arm.
Crazy soldiers rushed forward one after another.
The Turkic women kept cutting off their arms, legs and heads.
Yuwen Jianxue found that her hands had begun to tremble, the scimitar was raised in the air, and she hesitated whether to chop it down.
Yuwen Jianxue took advantage of this moment and chased after him.
The Jinyang soldiers who had followed her to attract firepower gradually gathered in. Pei Ji also sent a group of soldiers to help block the attack, forming a copper wall and iron wall, blocking the Turks from passing for a while.
The Turkic woman seemed to have thought of something, grabbed the thing in her hand, and thrust it into the ground.
As the blue light flashed, Yuwen Jianxue glanced into the distance with his peripheral vision, and saw a destroyed camp fence. The gray light suddenly flashed, revealing dozens of Jinyang soldiers. Each of them was carrying a full load of weapons on his back.
A prisoner of blood.
On the other side, Pei Ji hurried over with a group of light cavalry, a group of empty horses, and a group of sprinting soldiers behind him.
It seems that they have rehearsed rescue scenes a long time ago——
The soldiers under the horse came to the left in advance, and cooperated with the soldiers on the back to help the injured prisoner get on the horse.
The light cavalry on the right stabilized the captives on the other side, and then with two whips, they rushed through the incomplete fence. More than a hundred light cavalry, two by two, quickly headed towards the distant Jinyang City, which was calm and calm under the moon.
Pei Ji cupped his hands at the dancing horse, laughed loudly, and rode the horse away.
The Turkic woman seemed to have completely exhausted her strength, and her body went limp and fell to the ground. The several frantic soldiers who had originally besieged her were beheaded by the Turkic masters who came later and chopped off their heads with several swords.
Yuwen Jianxue finally settled down, thinking that her hard work this night was finally in vain.
But I saw the dancing horse suddenly galloping towards the gate of the fence.
Her mind moved, thinking that something must have happened over there, so she quickly used Qing Kung Fu and followed the dancing horse to chase her out of the fence.
After walking for a while, I saw in the distance under the moon, a soldier at the end of the cavalry suddenly took action and threw a bunch of flames at the prisoners on the side.
The dancing horse immediately waved his palms in the air, patted the flames aside, and stuck them to an empty horse.
The horse didn't have time to scream, and was burned to ashes, leaving only a few sparks floating in the air.
The dancing horse suddenly jumped forward and rushed towards the soldier who had just taken action.
The soldier chuckled and turned around suddenly.
Yuwen Jianxue looked at her face and saw that it was Qingxia with a jade face, red lips, and beautiful features.
"Discovered."
Qingxia said as she casually struck out an oil lamp flame and fluttered towards the dancing horse.
Above the flames, the air seemed a little distorted.
Even with his ability as a dancing horse, he seemed to dare not touch easily. He turned around and got up again in mid-air, avoiding the flames.
The man did two somersaults in a row to get ahead of Qingxia.
Qingxia watched the Jinyang cavalry leave in a hurry, and was not in a hurry. She gently reined in the horse and said with a smile: "Wu Langjun, why are you chasing me?"
Yuwen Jianxue also caught up. Thinking of the prisoner who was almost burned to death just now, she frowned and said, "What on earth are you going to do?"
"Sister Axue," Qingxia said with a smile, "this dancer knows what I want to do from beginning to end. Didn't he tell you?"
Yuwen Jianxue looked at the dancing horse.
Wu Ma then said: "Her real name should be Ashina Yan."
"ah……"
Yuwen Jianxue understood now. The surname Ashina is the most noble surname among the Turkic clans.
"You are a Turk!"
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