It has a strong power of luck!

Maodun Shanyu's luck, the overlord of the grassland, and the fortune of the Tianlang!

The Tianlang raised his head and roared, and rushed towards Yuan Tiangang and the sweeping monk. He waved his claws to block the Pure White Sword Gang.

Crack Crack Crack!

Under the sharp claws, the pure white sword aura was torn apart.

The sword that fell down was full of demonic energy, but was penetrated by the sky light shot out from the third eye of Tianlang...

After Ying Ziye, Master Xiaomeng and others slaughtered the killers of Luowang, they did not find Zhao Gao and others, so they had to kill others elsewhere.

A part of the Huns was left and handed over to the Qin army for interrogation.

"Wusun Tribe, Dingling Tribe, Ghost Teeth Tribe..."

Ying Ziye, Zhang Han and others rushed to Wusun and other tribes.

At this time, the tribes were fighting with the army led by Wang Ben while retreating.

They dare not face the military front of the Qin Empire.

"No, it's the Eighth Prince of the Great Qin Empire who came here!"

"That terrifying dragon!"

"Man slaughter..."

The tribes were panicked.

"Is General Zhang Han who was ambushed by you?"

Ying Ziye smiled faintly, his eyes were burning and extremely cold.

"Bao, Ba Jun, please listen to our explanation!"
Chapter completed!