kill the sky

"Your Majesty the Great Emperor Xia, you have met the vigorous son of our country. I don't know when the good man of Daxia's younger generation will come out and give us advice?"

After the four teenagers of different races stood still, Kerim immediately took a step forward, his charcoal-black face carrying a characteristic cunning.

"Moving to the Shouyue Field!"

Facing the provocations from the envoys of the foreign races, the ruler of Daxia, who was sitting on the golden platform, said a few words. Immediately, the focus of the whole spring ceremony shifted from the Longevity Palace to the misty open space outside the palace. on the square.

Qin Yin followed the courtiers in the main hall and slowly moved to the open square that he had been to before, and saw that a huge arena had been built in the center of the square. As the courtiers came down from the palace, those subordinate countries The envoys all seemed a little impatient, and Kerim still took the lead:

"Respected Majesty, please forgive the villain for taking the lead, because the exchanges between the younger generations of the two countries are really important. On our side, the young chieftain Sribat from the Southern Qiang, who is known as the hegemony of the Southern Qiang, is on the stage. Ribas is the strongest warrior of the younger generation of Southern Qiang, and has reached the level of the next Martial Ancestor, Your Majesty, I wonder which young hero Daxia will send to compete with Sribat?"

On the high platform, Emperor Xia Qin Wuyang didn't speak, but just sat there quietly, as if he didn't hear Kerim's words.

"..."

Kerim, who had expected the Emperor Xia's various reactions, was dumbfounded for a moment, not knowing how to continue. After all, according to the previous assumption, whether the Emperor Xia continued or not, the envoys of these vassal states had made up their minds. It was a run on rhetoric, but he never expected that Emperor Xia would sit quietly on the high platform like this, neither indicating to continue nor not to continue, which made people puzzled for a while.

"roar~"

At this moment, Sribat, who was already standing on the ring, let out a low growl, and said in a half-baked Daxia language: "Young warriors of Daxia, I, Sribat from Nanqiang, want to compete with you!" , according to our Southern Qiang tradition, life and death are irrelevant in the arena, if I, Sribat, accidentally die here, please send my gold collar home."

Sribat's expression is very simple and honest, and it is easy to make people feel good about him, but people who have seen his true face feel a chill in their hearts. In Yanjing's ring, there are more than 30 hot-blooded big summer boys The master died at the hands of this murderous man with a silly smile.

But after all, Great Xia has no shortage of hot-blooded young men. As soon as the Southern Qiang giant finished speaking, a handsome young man rushed onto the stage.

"Sribas, don't be proud, I know you! You are just relying on the chance that our young masters in the Great Xia are not here. Now some of our young masters in the Great Xia have begun to return, and it won't be long before The day of your death, let me learn your brilliant tricks today!"

After the handsome young man finished speaking, more than 220 phantoms of mammoth giants rushed out behind him, with extraordinary momentum, and shouted at Sribat, who was watching him quietly at this time, as if he was dumbfounded:

"Remember, the one who sent you to hell is Wang Haisheng, the ninth son of Duke Xiang Wei!"

"Oh ho ho~ is that right? Then let me, Sribat, come and teach you the strength of this young master of the Great Xia!"

The two-foot-tall Sribat seemed to be stupefied by Wang Haisheng, the ninth son of Duke Wei, and nodded vigorously. Then, he stretched out his palm the size of a cattail leaf fan, and slowly moved towards Wang Haisheng's fist with the force of more than 200 elephants. Tun Tun blocked it.

"Crack~"

When the fists and palms intersected, Wang Haisheng's face changed drastically in an instant. His fist, which contained more than 200 elephant powers, hit the palm of Seribat like it was hitting cotton, without any force, and the whole fist seemed to be trapped In the mud, a bad premonition rose in his heart.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Sribat clenched his fist violently and yelled, as if the palm of his hand was broken by Wang Haisheng's punch, but with the scream of Sribat, Wang Haisheng's face became paler, and the beans Big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead drop by drop, and the right fist held by Sri Bhat actually twisted a little bit in the opposite direction.

"Ouch, it hurts so much, it's broken!"

I saw Sri Bhat yelled suddenly, followed by a crisp "pop" fracture sound from the field, and I saw Sri Bhat on the stage holding a severed hand in his left hand, and he couldn't stop crying. His opponent, like Duke Wei's concubine Wang Haisheng, has a bare right hand from the wrist upwards, and bright red blood spurts outward like a fountain.

"Ah...my hand!"

Wang Haisheng screamed, clutching his wound, with a look of panic on his face, but before his second scream came out, he felt that the sky suddenly darkened, and then his throat tightened, and a scene suddenly appeared in front of him. A dark face full of smirks.

It's Sri Bhat!

At this time, after pretending to be crazy and stupid, Sribat finally tore off the disguise, grabbed Wang Haisheng by the throat and lifted him up.

"Hey, the great young master of Daxia, Wang Haisheng, the ninth son of Duke Xiang Wei, young master Wang, I'm sorry, your time is up. After you go to hell, don't forget to tell others that it was delivered by me, Sribat, the young chief of the Nanqiang tribe. Oh, you went down!"

A savage look flashed across Seribat's face, he pinched Wang Haisheng's neck and twisted it vigorously, and there was a clear sound of bone shattering, and Wang Haisheng, who had been struggling desperately before, kicked his feet and grabbed Sribat's neck. His hands hang down helplessly.

"Hey~ Da Xia, where is your hero?"

Sribat, who killed Wang Haisheng without the slightest suspense, finally tore off the simple and honest disguise before, threw Wang Haisheng's body out like a rag, then slammed his chest, and directed at the big people who were watching around. General Xia Wenchen roared.

"hateful!"

Duke Xiang Wei, who was on the sidelines, watched his son die on the field, without even a chance to stop him. After all, Sribat killed Wang Haisheng on the spot, which was beyond everyone's expectations, even those who belonged to the country The envoys also did not expect that Sribat would suddenly do such a thing that they had never expected before.

"Master Xiang Wei, this is just a matter for their younger generation. Do you want to intervene in it regardless of your status?"

Seeing that Duke Xiangwei's face was turning purple with anger, Krum was afraid that the Grand Duke, whose strength had reached the middle rank of Emperor Wuzong, would not be able to resist rushing up to the stage, and hurriedly used words to trap him.

"You...you are really deceiving people too much!"

Mr. Xiang Wei cursed angrily, then turned his head and shouted to those teenagers who participated in the spring ceremony: "Is there any good nephew who will avenge my son, I am willing to send you with a profound knowledge!"