The head of the horse and weapons on Zhang Tingmu's crotch and his weapons could be as good as the Black Iron Sphur, and was cut in half by Tu Zehuang. Zhang Tingmu shook off the stirrup and threw away the heavy halberd, almost at the same time, pulled out the fire-print knife from his waist and jumped up. Tu Zehuang's cold eyes saw Zhang Tingmu falling from the sky like a big bird, and directly tilted the spear head to the sky. Tu Zehuang's move was considered very fast, but Zhang Tingmu was obviously faster.

Zhang Tingmu first used the fire-printed knife in his left hand to block Tu Zehuang's black iron halberd, and immediately held the handle of the knife with both hands and slashed straight to Tu Zehuang's face. Tu Zehuang was shocked and could only barely raise the black iron halberd to block Zhang Tingmu's move. When Tu Zehuang blocked Zhang Tingmu's fire-printed knife, he felt that his arms were shaking slightly. Zhang Tingmu shouted with the falling momentum: "You go down too!" Tu Zehuang leaned back and fell off the horse.

Zhang Tingmu stood up and rushed to Tu Zehuang immediately, and directly used a trick to throw a stone to ask for directions and cut Tu Zehuang's chin. Tu Zehuang was a general of Khwarezm, so he could not stop this exquisite seven-critical sword. He could only swing a heavy halberd when he was in a hurry to avoid it, hoping to use the heavy halberd to force Zhang Tingmu to retreat. However, Tu Zehuang had just raised his hand, but Zhang Tingmu's figure suddenly stopped. After Tu Zehuang's spear tip rubbed against the armor on Zhang Tingmu's chest, Zhang Tingmu raised the fire knife high and rushed straight to Tu Zehuang's right shoulder.

Tu Zehuang could only grit his teeth and pull back the Xuan Iron Sphur, blocking Zhang Tingmu's thunderous knife horizontally on his head. The moment sparks flew everywhere, the fire-printed knife was also knocked out by the Xuan Iron Sphur. Tu Zehuang's body and legs bent slightly, and he could only watch Zhang Tingmu lean forward and press his wrist down two inches. Zhang Tingmu saw Tu Zehuang holding his breath and couldn't speak, slowly showed a trace of ferocious smile, and suddenly raised his sword and slashed the handle of the Xuan Iron Sphur again.

This made Tu Zehuang's left leg bend even more powerful. After all, Zhang Tingmu's weight and wrist strength were too great, so he could only barely support him. Zhang Tingmu used the same trick again and shouted loudly: "Kneel down!" Tu Zehuang was angry and breathed a little, and then he felt his thighs weak and his left leg fell heavily to the ground. Zhang Tingmu sneered and said, "That's right!"

Tu Zehuang stared at Zhang Tingmu with a bloody crack. Zhang Tingmu raised the fire-printed knife again, and at the same time, purple air flashed on his face, and the big knife slashed on Tu Zehuang's black iron halberd again with a roar of shattering through the air. With a crisp sound of metal breaking, Zhang Tingmu's fire-printed knife was cut in half by him. Tu Zehuang instantly didn't know where his arms were, and the heavy black iron halberd of more than 70 kilograms also dropped to the ground.

Zhang Tingmu held the half-cut knife and pointed at Tu Zehuang's forehead and said coldly: "Hold your halberd and roll back! I want your horse." Tu Zehuang looked at Zhang Tingmu with a twisted face, and suddenly roared a few Turkic words. As soon as Bale immediately rushed out with a mace, and shouted loudly in Turkic language. Mu Wushuang was carrying a nine-foot-mile-cooked copper stick here and rushed out.

When Bale saw Mu Wushuang rushing towards him with murderous aura, he immediately raised his eyebrows and swung his mace and grabbed the horse's belly to greet Mu Wushuang. Zhang Tingmu let Mu Wushuang run past him, and still pointed at Tu Zehuang with a broken knife. Mu Wushuang saw Bale's newly tilted mace sweeping towards him, and immediately held the mature copper stick in his left hand, twisted the war horse under his crotch with his right hand, and immediately took Mu Wushuang to circle in a semicircle.

Bale Ganglao shouted loudly: "Look at grandpa to smash you into meat pie!" But before Bale's first mace was swung beside him, Mu Wushuang's cooked copper stick had already hit the neck of Bale's newly married horse. Bale's newly married mount whirred and fell to the ground. When Bale Ganglao jumped to the ground with an angry face, Mu Wushuang had already poked the cooked copper stick to the ground and shouted: "Your horse can't resist my stick, let alone you!"

Zhang Tingmu sneered, threw away the broken knife and turned to Tu Zehuang's horse, and jumped onto the horse's back. Tu Zehuang's war horse immediately stood up from the ground, trying to throw Zhang Tingmu off. Zhang Tingmu used his Tiangang hand to slap the horse's neck, and shouted loudly: "The flat-haired beast raised by the Tartars! Be honest with me!" The war horse was slapped by Zhang Tingmu's palm, making his four hooves soft, and naturally quieted down.

Zhang Tingmu looked at Tu Zehuang with a dead face and snorted disdainfully, "Since you have killed my horse, I will kill your horse later, and then cut it into slices to stew the meat and work hard!" Tu Zehuang shouted angrily: "What did you say!" The mount under his crotch has been regarded as a life-threatening person by military generals since ancient times, and its importance is no less than the cloak of his body and the weapons in his hand. Zhang Tingmu took away Tu Zehuang's war horse and threatened to kill the horse to stew the meat. For Tu Zehuang, it was no less than the hatred of snatching his wife.

At this time, Mu Wushuang rode his war horse and ran to Zhang Tingmu. He glanced at Tu Zehuang, who was bloodless, and said loudly: "General Zhang, haven't you taken over his weapons?" Zhang Tingmu laughed and swept the mane of the war horse like Zhang Xiuwen: "I don't even care about his life, and I will still look down on his weapons?! Anyway, it's his defeated general, and I let him have a black iron stern, but he is still a defeated general!" Haletu's nose wrinkled tightly, and he watched as Mu Wushuang and Zhang Tingmu returned to Zhang Xiuwen if no one was next to him.

Zhang Xiuwen bounced the dust on the cloak, bowed to Haletu from afar and said, "Zuo Cigeng, wait for the little prince's big drive at any time!" Then Zhang Xiuwen slowly turned his horse's head and walked towards Qingtaochuan with Mu Wushuang and others as if he was walking leisurely. Haletu pressed the anger in his chest, slowly loosened his right hand, which was tightly holding the reins, and looked at his palms - because he had reached the limit of anger just now, Haletu scratched his palms, and the middle of his palms were full of blood.

Tu Zehuang and Bale came to Haletu Meng silently, took off their helmets, lowered their heads and knelt on the ground without saying a word. Haletu closed his eyes tightly, and after a while, he opened his eyes and roared: "Drop the horse all!" As he said that, Haletu jumped off the horse first. The other four guards accompanied him also jumped off the horse and stood behind Haletu Meng.

Haletu stared at the two generals kneeling in front of him, and held the semicircular scimitar on his waist with his right hand trembling, and then whispered: "You two...you two...you two...you...really..." Tu Zehuang and Bale Ganglao were still lowering their heads deeply, without any movement in their bodies. Haletu slowly pulled out the sword from his waist, roared at the top of his lungs, and then suddenly turned around and cut the throats of the four followers in an instant!
Chapter completed!