"Be careful with your Highness, Prince!" The warrior of the golden tent shouted loudly, his figure flashed, and blocked the golden tent prince Gongbu Nima.

Everyone was confused by the actions of the warrior Tashipubu.

Tashipubu was shocked. The man in Daxia almost frozen his mind with that glance. It was so horrible and terrifying.

He jumped in the air and stood in front of the prince, wanting to say something more, such as begging for mercy, letting the prince go, and letting His Highness escape quickly.

When a north wind blows, a snowflake falls.

His words, together with his body, were frozen in this world.

In the blink of an eye, the warrior of the Golden Tent Royal Court turned into an ice sculpture, falling heavily on the snow, shattering into tiny blood-red ice residues.

Between the heaven and earth, except for the whimpering of wind and snow, there is silence.

The warriors of the Golden Tent Royal Court and Prince Gongbu Nima watched this scene blankly, and had not yet come back to their senses.

They watched Zhao Wujiang approaching with his horse in a daze. Soon, a gust of north wind blew over and blew on them.

They felt that this north wind was the coldest wind they had ever seen in their lives. They woke up in an instant and felt shocked and reacted. A warrior from their royal court had no qualifications to take action.

The ice sculptures are broken and disappear forever in the world!

This is a warrior, who is enough to compete with the great master of the Great Xia Dynasty! Why? Why? He died directly?

Who is this man in Daxia? Is he a strong man like a high priest? Or a wolf god? How could he be so strong?

No one answered the questions of the warriors of the Golden Tent Royal Court, and the answer was wind and snow.

Their questions and the uproaring sea in their hearts were frozen at this moment by the wind and snow, turning into ice sculptures, falling from the horse's back and shattering into ice slags.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The prince of the Golden Tent, Gongbu Nima, watched the warriors around him turn into ice sculptures and shatter. The man in the black robe of the Great Xia Dynasty was getting closer and closer. He was extremely frightened and wanted to ask for forgiveness. He wanted to speak, but his whole body trembled.

I could only shout "ahhh" to release a little fear that was so scary in my heart.

He hated that his person was so weak, how could he not resist the man from Daxia? Forget about the warriors, why couldn't even resist the warriors?

Could it be that this man in Daxia is a god?

Impossible, impossible! He roared in his heart and screamed in his mouth. He was so anxious that he wanted to cry, but the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't speak. Only "Ahh" kept roaring heart-wrenchingly,

The light yellow liquid flows out from the bottom, emitting a smell.

Horses neighed around and ran away.

The warriors turned into ice sculptures, but the horses did not.

It seems that this should be considered kindness.

Gongbunima thought this kind of kindness was a bit ridiculous. A beast like a horse can save his life, why can't he?

He watched the ice and snow spread from inside and out of his body, and soon his eyes turned completely, and he lost his breath, falling downwards and spinning.

Finally, he watched his hands shatter in front of him, turning into blood-red ice residue.

Fortunately, even though his head turned into an ice sculpture, it had not yet collapsed. This was probably the only comfort he had before his death.

But the dark horse, who had been peeing all over his body, neighed and kicked his head with a hoof while running.

"Bang."

His only remaining comfort was kicked to pieces by the beast he had always ignored.

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently from beginning to end, but his face was a little pale at this time. He looked back at the big warrior Tanamcuo who was stunned and frightened, and said with a smile:
Chapter completed!