A bright moon hangs alone in the night, half covered by misty clouds and mist, like a pipa covering the face.
On the tower of Lin Xi Kingdom, several black shadows fell lightly from above, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness through the shadow of the tower.
A moment later, the Mugher troops stationed outside Lin Xi's capital suddenly became noisy, and the originally dark night was suddenly illuminated by thousands of torches.
The Shadow Guards originally planned to attack King Naia's eighteen warriors, but when they entered the tent, they found that there was no one there. They knew they had been tricked, and when they hurriedly exited, it was already too late. The troops of Mugel's tribe were already there.
People gathered around.
At this time, King Eya was in front of Mo Jingxiao, with eighteen warriors surrounding him.
She smiled brightly, folded her hands, and her bright red lips were as dazzling as hers: "Prince Ding, I haven't seen you for a long time."
After she finished speaking, she bit her nails, frowned and quickly corrected: "Oh, look, I'm not very good at learning Ye language. Now I should say... I'll wait for a long time, right?"
Mo Jingxiao had an indifferent expression on his face, as if he was saying "You can do whatever you want", but the blade in his hand flashed with an air of violence.
King Iya was a little frustrated by Mo Jingxiao. She pouted and said unhappily: "Can't you just say a few words? He's a pretty good man. How can he be such a boring gourd?"
"King, we are not bored with him. We can say whatever you ask us to say... Ouch!"
As soon as the warrior standing in front of King Iya said something, Iya hit him with a mallet, and he held his head in pain.
King Iya looked at Mo Jingxiao and shrugged helplessly: "If you really want to do this, I can't help it. But I will tell you the truth. Whether I can get you or not is one thing, but Qi Yunqian, for your accuracy
The princess is bound to win. As a partner, I must also cooperate. So...I'm sorry!"
After the last words fell, the chair Iya was sitting on seemed to be equipped with a sliding mechanism, and he immediately retreated, leaving behind the eighteen warriors who were originally dealt with separately by the shadow guards.
Mo Jingxiao faced him alone.
"Haha, the king is finally willing to give us the order to deal with this kid. I want him to come in vertically and leave horizontally today!"
"Why are you letting him go out? Grab the thin skin and cramp it, cut off his flesh piece by piece and feed it to Awang!"
Those people couldn't stand Mo Jingxiao. Firstly, he was too crazy; secondly, their king looked upon him too differently. Let him be the king's husband, ah, what a beautiful idea!
The various weapons in the hands of the Eighteen Warriors came on stage. The shadow guards were still fighting with the soldiers of the Mugel tribe. Mo Jingxiao moved his wrist, and the cold wind blew the entire tent together, as if
It's like it's going to explode.
Even though there was such a disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, the look on his face still did not waver at all, as if the things in front of him were just pieces of wood.
Hands up, swords down!
All fights happen in the blink of an eye.
The eighteen warriors clashed with Mo Jingxiao and then took two steps back, looking at him with wide eyes like he was a madman.
Is he still a human being? When so many people are dealing with him, he can actually let go of his life gate and not defend himself, but instead attack with a knife!
"Too slow."
Mo Jingxiao looked at the people who were in a daze, and when he saw that there was no second move, he simply raised the knife, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and struck again.
This knife is sharper than the one just now. The wind and snow make people feel like they are in a world of ice and snow, and the wind blowing in the face seems to have a blade.
Seeing this, everyone launched fierce attacks and hurriedly resisted. However, they did not expect that all the weapons swung out would be frozen the moment they met the air flow!
"broken!"
Mo Jingxiao put away the knife and stretched out his hand, spread his fingers and grabbed it, twisting the weapons wrapped in ice slag, and they were all broken into pieces in an instant!
Without weapons, those people were no match for Mo Jingxiao with their bare hands. Of course, they only said one word when they saw this scene - run!
Then they reached out and touched the tent. The tent had already been frozen into ice. As soon as they reached out, it stuck to it, almost tearing off their entire skin!
"Chair!"
At this time, someone didn't know who shouted, and everyone looked at the chair where King Eya left the tent just now, and hurriedly ran towards it.
"Don't even think about running away!"
Mo Jingxiao dodged in front of them, and just as he concentrated his strength on his palms, he saw the eighteen people with strange smiles on their faces, and all of a sudden they all moved away to both sides.
The tent suddenly received an external force and shattered into debris all over the ground like ice exploding.
And Mo Jingxiao also knew why those people were laughing.
Where they moved away, a huge bow was quietly placed there, with dozens of people pulling the bow strings, and an iron arrow as thick as an arm was placed in the arrow trough, pointed in his direction.
But there was a layer of tents just now, and this hidden danger was a trap that had been set up a long time ago, specially prepared for him.
"Thousand Man Bow." Mo Jingxiao opened his thin lips and read out the name.
This "Thousand Man Bow" has become famous in the wars in recent years. It was the masterpiece of Qi Yunqian, the British King of Eastern Qi, when he was thirteen years old. Its lethality can be understood just by listening to its name.
However, this bow is extremely lethal and its production process is extremely complicated, because special materials are required to create bows and arrows that can withstand such a large amount of force, and that material is said to be very rare.
But this time, in order to keep him here permanently, Qi Yunqian really worked hard and sent over all his army-suppressing treasures.
"Prince Ding, it's a pity that an outstanding man like you died like this. How about you consider my proposal before it's too late." King Iya was protected by everyone and sat in the center of a high platform, holding her face with her hands.
Looking at Mo Jingxiao, his tone was quite sincere.
Mo Jingxiao was always too lazy to talk to anyone, but this time he looked at Iya, curled his lips, smiled, and said slowly: "If other women say this, it's okay to be a prince's wife. It's a pity for you
, too ugly. I will not be able to eat when I look at you."
"you!"
No woman would tolerate being called ugly, let alone this time Mo Jingxiao embarrassed her in front of so many people.
She narrowed her eyes and revealed a hint of coldness: "Good intentions are like donkey's liver and lungs. If you don't want me, don't blame me. If you want to go against me, I will show you the consequences of doing so!"
Mo Jingxiao raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Come here!"
King Iya raised her hand, her expression getting colder and colder: "Just rest in peace, your little princess, Qi Yunqian will take good care of you."
As he spoke, his voice changed and he said sharply: "Fire the arrow!"