This evil king is a little annoying

Chapter 125 Governing the Crown Prince (2)

After speaking, Qian Chengyin held the crown of the prince's clothes, and with a little effort, the prince was like a flying wild boar, soaring directly into the air, and then fell to the ring.

Boom!The huge gong was banged heavily, and the competition began.

The prince got up, raised his trousers, and just wanted to wipe the dirt on his body, when the maid opposite him stabbed him with a sword.

He hurriedly avoided, but his fat body was inflexible, and when he turned around, he was stabbed in the buttocks.

Ah!
A tragic cry came out of the prince's mouth.

The maid was just a maid with a little bit of martial arts. She was taken aback by the prince's scream, and she couldn't hold it in her hand, so she dragged her sword directly.

So the prince put a sword in his butt and ran around in the ring.

The people from the Shahu people in the audience burst into laughter, and even the ordinary people in Jinling City couldn't help cursing loudly: "What a bastard prince, throwing our people in Dongling to death, look at King Qi, it's better to let King Qi be the crown prince. "

"That's right. Look at his pig head and pig brain. If he becomes an emperor, he will be a waste."

There were more and more shouts, and the queen turned pale when she heard it. She pointed to the soldiers who were maintaining order and scolded: "I want you to come and watch the fun? Don't you drive out those gossip people!"

The soldiers were very embarrassed, so they could only half-shrug and shout at the onlookers: "Be quiet, don't talk."

On the other side of the ring, there was a jingle, and while running and jumping, the sword was not inserted deep enough, so it slipped out and fell to the ground.

The prince looked back at the sword on the ground and screamed: "Blood, blood, I'm injured, save me!"

Then his eyes darkened, his body was paralyzed, and he passed out on the ring.

Several soldiers hurried to the stage to help the prince off, and announced the victory of the Sand Falcons.

Under the stage, the people of Dongling were booing and scolding. After all, not even a maid of Sand Falcon had been beaten, and the prince's face had vanished.

In the third scene, Han Tuo, the commander of the forbidden army, was on Dongling.

Han Tuo guards the imperial city, so the frontier does not know his name nor his strength.

Silver wolf lin armor, holding a bright silver spear, a pair of feathered eyebrows, but the hair like a woman is draped behind him, which is very abrupt.

A kind of feminine and cold loneliness.

Standing on the ground, Han Tuo threw his spear far away, then jumped up and stepped on top of the spear in the air.

Then stand on the stone platform and pick up the spear.

The people of Dongling were so angry because of the prince's uselessness just now. Seeing Han Tuo revealing such a hand, they clapped and cheered, and the depressed atmosphere became high again.

The Sand Falcons have lived in the barbarian land for a long time, so their weapons are some big guys.

And this time the Sand Falcons came to power with a mace, which was even two times bigger than the ordinary mace.

The iron thorns on the mace are long, and if they are strong enough, they will kill a person if they are pulled.

There was a smile on the corner of the mouth of the princess of the Sand Falcon tribe under the stage. In order to win the crucial third game, the warrior Mo Ya was specially dispatched to the stage. With this mace, I don't know how many Dongling soldiers were slaughtered.

The gongs and drums sounded.

Mo Ya shouted loudly, and the mace in his hand glowed slightly khaki, which was an earth-type spiritual power.

The huge mace was in Mo Ya's hand, but he swung it effortlessly, and swept straight towards Han Tuo.

With a jingle, the sound of weapons colliding came.

Han Tuo's silver spear also began to feel cold.

(End of this chapter)