The second killing happened faster than anyone expected.

After the ceremony was over and the Ditou Khan died peacefully, all the Khans and tribal leaders dispersed.

No matter how sad they are, they still feel that the murderer will appear again, at least until tomorrow...

However, on the way back, the leader of the Tuku tribe was attacked again.

When the news came, the iron-colored wooden pole Khan and Kuang Lei Hezhe, whose expression showed a faint change, rushed to the scene immediately.

Then they discovered that none of the leader of the Tuku tribe and the fifty warriors under his command survived.

It's still like cutting two with one sword.

Another massacre.

A massacre that occurred only two hours after the death of the local Khan.

The key is that the dead tribal leader was the culprit who allowed his subordinates to cause trouble before.

The focus of the discussion at the meeting was that Mugan Khan wanted to punish the soldiers of the Tuku tribe, but was protected by others.

The support of these leaders is not entirely in favor of the Tuku tribe, but simply because all tribes are like this.

Disobedience to military discipline leads to frequent conflicts, and a knife is used when the brain gets hot.

Mu Gan Khan wants to kill chickens to scare monkeys and increase the combat power of the army. They also understand that, but once an iron law is truly formed, then the lives of the warriors of various tribes will be directly in the hands of Mu Gan Khan, who will treat his subordinates as private property.

How could they be willing?

Don’t talk about far-sightedness, we don’t even have culture, we just look at what’s in front of us!

Mu Gan Khan knew it very well. He was in his position and seeking his position. If he were the leader of the tribe, he would also protect his warriors. This is limited by class and there is no way.

But now, justice has come from heaven.

Ditou Khan died first...

The leader of the Tuku tribe dies again...

What would those young khans and tribal leaders who had doubts before think?

"This is not a random killing, this is to intensify the conflicts among our ministries."

"Is it Qi Ren?"

"Still from Zhou!"

The anger in Wooden Khan's eyes dissipated and turned into calm thinking.

He originally thought that the assassin was sent by the Northern Qi Dynasty. After all, this time the Turkic army went south and it was the Northern Qi Dynasty that attacked.

But at this moment, he changed his guess and believed that this was a conspiracy of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

The purpose was to make the Turkic army unable to restrain themselves and start a war with the Northern Qi Dynasty first.

This was the case in the battle seven years ago. The Turks of the Northern Zhou Dynasty jointly attacked the Northern Qi Dynasty. As a result, the Northern Zhou Dynasty occupied a large area and expanded its borders. However, the Turks did not get any benefits and rolled back to the grassland in despair.

Having learned from the past, how can we fall into the enemy’s trap again?

"National Master!"

In view of this, Mugan Khan looked at Hezhe with a look of entreaty.

"This man is practicing sword practice!"

However, Hezhe's eyes were shining brightly as he looked at the corpses on the ground. The excitement at the corner of his mouth was growing: "I couldn't control it the first time, but this time I have matured a lot. Go ahead, I look forward to you reaching the strongest level."

moment!”

Don't look forward to it, the third game will come soon.

Before even looking at the corpses, another bodyguard came to report that another tribal leader had been killed.

Mugan Khan's face was ashen, and he rushed to the scene with Kuang Lei Hezhe.

It was discovered that this person was not the troublemaker, but the one with the weakest defense, and only thirty personal guards accompanying him.

But this time, it's no longer two cuts with one sword.

There was only one sword mark on all the corpses.

Either on the chest, abdomen, back, or forehead, no matter the length of the wound, the sword energy entering the body will be fatal with one blow.

Hezhe glanced around and nodded slightly.

There is progress again.

The power of martial arts moves does not lie in simple strength, but in control.

Being able to use the vast power of heaven and earth according to one's own needs to exert the power to kill the enemy, no more, no less, is the embodiment of reaching the pinnacle.

Under the broken void, Xiang Yutian opened the gate of immortality, manipulated the heavens and controlled the earth, and gathered immeasurable vitality. He could be called the "immortal" of this world.

The Grand Master uses his own power to connect with the outer world, and then activates the mighty power of the sky within a small area, creating an unparalleled and tyrannical offensive, like a god or a demon.

Now this assassin, let's call him an assassin, the swordsmanship he displayed began to approach this realm.

He Zhe's mouth widened, and a long-lost sense of excitement spread throughout his body.

For the great masters, the challenges faced by most masters are just a mantis trying to defeat the chariot.

There is no fun in crushing an insect that overestimates its own capabilities. Only the existence that can truly threaten you is a worthy opponent.

For example, the "Crazy Sword" Yili who challenged him at that time.

Another example is the current Central Plains assassin who leaves no one behind.

Hezhe is looking forward to it.

The wooden pole was angry.

Fortunately, the first night is over.

No new kills.

As soon as the sun shone on the earth the next day, dozens of elite Turkic cavalry immediately began to search nearby. The dust rose into the sky and the sound was loud. The patrol guards inside the camp also began to adjust, stretching the defense line and expanding the scope. It was not necessary to be foolproof, as long as

Warning at any time is exactly where the assassin is.

Then the next night, the killing came again.

Death continues to collect people.

The Turkic army consists of 200,000 people, divided into four armies. Not to mention these Turks who are used to being free and loose, even if they are well-trained elites from the Central Plains, they cannot make major changes in just one day.

In fact, it is better for them to remain unchanged than to change. Once they change, their flaws will be even greater. With the terrain and layout map provided by the night raid team, Huang Shang can come and go almost freely, killing all the other three armies except the Chinese army.

He unsheathed his sword again and again, and tried his sword again and again.

Wooden pole Khan and Kuang Lei Hezhe followed him everywhere.

After all, those who died were at least the leaders of a thousand-member tribe. Mugan Khan always had to express his feelings and comfort the tribal warriors. Hezhe looked at the wounds that were getting thinner and shorter, and his smile gradually

abnormal.

"The sword is almost ready."

Although Mu Gan Khan had the strength to rival the master when he was young, but now that he is older, he has naturally given up on his pursuit of martial arts. Seeing He Zhe showing unprecedented excitement since they met, he couldn't help but be surprised: "National Master?

"

Mugan Khan didn't ask further questions, but the meaning was already obvious.

This terrible enemy, can you defeat him?

Hezhe didn't bother to answer.

In his eyes, this is just a surprising challenge in his long life.

As for the threat?

Can a mortal threaten the sky?

joke!

But apparently others don't think so.

Night three.

The fourth night.

The fifth night.

The killing continues.

Although the guards of the various little khans and tribal leaders became more and more tight, even three levels inside and three outside, Huang Shang could not succeed, so he could only do the next best thing. If he saw any handsome Turkic soldier passing by, he would give him a blow.

The efficiency of the sword was greatly reduced, but this feeling of constant fear finally made them feel the despair of the invaded.

One man invades an army.

After killing for several nights, the total number of people was only a few hundred.

Compared to an army of 200,000, it was just a drop in the bucket.
To be continued...