The Almighty Princess of the Black Emperor

Chapter 90 The family and the country are broken, and the love is heartbroken (22)
She watched as some of the few hundred or so people kept falling down, how could she build up their morale? ? ?
A large number of troops had arrived at the gate of the city. A man in black armor sat tall on a horse. She clearly remembered this face.

Back then, he was the one who led a team of iron cavalry in pursuit of his mother.Back then, it was this person, with this face, who grabbed the baby in swaddling arms with his sword-wielding hand, and then fell heavily to the ground to die.

Back then, it was him, he was the one who took away his mother.It's just that he never dreamed that the baby back then would come back to life and clearly remember every moment of that year.

She waved her sleeve robe, raised her head to look at him arrogantly, and swung the leather whip in her hand towards the ground fiercely. There was only a clear sound of the whip, and a white mark on the ground clearly appeared. come out.

She drew a long whip mark outside the city gate, running through the entire front of the gate.

And her, that small body just stood there holding the whip, majestic and motionless.

An extremely mediocre face, exuding an aura that strangers should not approach, extremely cold.

The soldiers who were in a mess just now were all shocked at this moment.The small group of soldiers in the city who were attacking them were also stunned.

This ignorant bastard dared to be so arrogant in front of Master Yuwen, the captain of their Gisbatu Black Cavalry Regiment.

The Black Cavalry and Black Wing Corps symbolize the highest honor and power in Jisbatu Country. They hold the power of life and death, and any Corps is not worth mentioning in their eyes.

This guy, this guy actually yelled at such a sacred army leader, he was simply overestimated.

Yuwen Pei Yi did not expect such a person to exist in Mengtula.Immediately, he became interested, and looked down at them with a look on his face.

A soldier with a fleshy face in the black cavalry regiment strode over and shouted arrogantly: "If you don't want to die, get out of here. Don't dirty our lord Yuwen's knife!"

Leng Yiyan looked at the man, and sure enough, he had his hands folded in front of his chest, and a big knife was lying in his arms coldly, with a cold expression on his face.

"Black Cavalry, Yuwen Pei Yi, how could I not know you?"

Before the soldier could react, his body was rolled up by the long whip, and he threw his head at the stone lion next to the city gate.

There was a muffled "bang", and the soldier with a swollen face spewed out a mouthful of blood, crawling on the ground and unable to get up.

"This is the most holy regiment of Jisbatu Kingdom? Yuwen Peiyi, I think you should do it yourself! Don't let us, a soldier guarding the city gate, laugh at the most holy regiment of Jisbatu Kingdom!"

Yuwen Pei Yi, known as the Soul of the Sword.

It is said that those who can enter the Black Wing Corps are not ordinary people, and those who can take the position of captain are even more extraordinary.

Yuwen Pei Yi's face darkened, and he immediately put away his cynical face.

"You dare to despise the Black Wing Corps like this, but do you know what the result will be?"

Leng Yiyan gave a bloodthirsty smile, and said coldly: "Then you have to ask about the knife in your hand."

angry! ! !
Super invincible anger! ! !
This guy actually despised him so much.

That's right, what she said is that it depends on the knife in your hand, not that it depends on the whip in my hand.She looks down on herself so much, does she even feel that she is not worthy to draw a sword at all?
(End of this chapter)