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Chapter 766: When the sword is unsheathed, you must drink blood

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    When he received the messenger and opened the letter, his suspicion was finally confirmed. It was the Zhanyun Cavalry of the Song Army that annihilated one hundred thousand Liao soldiers.  He glanced at the messenger in the tent. He was wearing a black robe wrapped in a black battle armor and a fang mask under the helmet, making it impossible for him to see the true appearance of the messenger.  However, the strong smell of blood emanating from the messenger's body, as well as the invisible aura of murder, made him, a Tibetan prince who was accustomed to killing, feel startled.  This should be an ordinary soldier of the Zhanyun Cavalry, but why do I feel an unprecedented sense of oppression?  "You go back and tell Commander Lone Wolf that I will send troops as scheduled!" After receiving Chi Qiong's response, the messenger standing in the tent just nodded, then turned and left without making a sound.  "Bold! A mere messenger is so ignorant of our king. He really doesn't know how to live or die!" Morad, who was standing by, saw that the messenger was so arrogant and left without any response. He was immediately very angry and wanted to teach him a lesson in public.  This messenger.  The Tubo people have always been fierce. As Chi Qiong's most trusted general, Morad is naturally tall, powerful, and has the reputation of being the first warrior in Tibet.  Just when he grabbed the messenger's shoulders from behind and was about to throw him down with all his strength, the messenger seemed to have roots under his legs and remained motionless, as if a thousand-jin stone was sitting on the ground.  "You!" Morad never thought that he would be the first to take action and fail to drag him away from the place. This was simply beyond his expectation.  ¡°Then he used all his arms to lift the messenger¡¯s body, but he could not move the messenger even half an inch with three attempts. On the other hand, Morad, the Tibetan warrior, was already sweating on his forehead and his face was red.  (This strange situation made Chi Qiong, who had planned to watch the show, also be troubled. The reason why he acquiesced to Morad's violence in the tent was not only because of the unreasonableness of the Song Army messenger, but also because of the Tubo's unreasonableness.  The prince was very dissatisfied. At the same time, he also wanted to take this opportunity to find out how powerful the knights in the Zhanyun Cavalry were. But this test really surprised him at how strong his own Morad was.  Of course he knew it. But it was because he knew this that he was particularly shocked by the situation before him. And just as he was shocked by this, the next scene refreshed his senses three times.  Morad was about to use another method to deal with the opponent, but unexpectedly, the messenger moved at this time. He heard a cold snort from behind the ferocious mask, followed by a sudden movement of his arms, and an afterimage-like technique.  He grabbed Morad's wrist and heard the clear grinding sound of his wrist bones. The pain made Morad grit his teeth. Then before he could recover, he was lifted into the air and his wrists were locked by the messenger.  He fell heavily to the ground. His huge body hit the ground, stirring up dust. Just from this blow, Morad almost didn't get bruised because it was not just a heavy injury caused by his own weight.  The messenger grabbed his arms and threw them violently! Instead of looking at Morad, who was in pain on the ground, he looked up at Chi Qiong, and then turned around and left without courtesy! These are arrogant!  Chi Qiong felt that the word was too little at the moment, because just at that glance, he felt a chilling murderous intent coming towards him. Although it was invisible, he felt it really!  Just when Chi Qiong was stunned by this, Morad had already climbed up from the ground, shouted angrily, drew his sword, and rushed towards the Song Army messenger who was about to leave the king's tent. Although Morad was very angry, this time.  He held the weapon in his hand, but he had three points of leeway, because he just wanted to use the weapon in his hand to teach the Song army messenger. This is where Morad was a general, but he did not want his master to lose his dignity.  He did not want to overly strive for victory and worsen the relationship between the two parties. However, when the messenger suddenly heard the wind of swords coming from behind, he suddenly stopped moving forward and put his hands on his waist at lightning speed.  When his arms swayed again, he was already slashing backwards with two swords of light. The cold light scimitar collided with Morad's sword, and then he saw the sword's head cut directly to the ground, and then another.  A scimitar was placed directly on Morad's neck. At the moment of Morad's shock, the messenger's body began to move quickly, and he saw the dazzling sword flipping up and down. In just the blink of an eye, Morad's body was moved.  The armor all over the body has been shaved off.Light!  Inch by inch, piece by piece, each piece is of almost the same specifications. After a blast of swords, Morad¡¯s upper body has nothing to cover.  Seeing that there was no scar on his body, and seeing the armor falling on the ground, Morad finally shuddered, and his Adam's apple rolled a few times. He realized for the first time that death was so close to him.  He knew that if the knives used to dismantle the armor just a little deeper, he would be shaved into a pulp, just like how they slaughtered the party members There were sounds of fighting in the king's tent, and a group of guards suddenly rushed in.  The messenger, who was surrounded by the Tubo guards, walked out without any fear.  Two of the Tibetan guards blocked the way directly at the tent door, but in just a moment of panic, both of them were killed by a knife severing their throats.  Seeing this, the rest of the guards were about to attack in groups, but Chi Qiong, who was stunned, sternly ordered them to retreat, and also ordered the soldiers of the Tubo Royal Court not to stop them without permission.  After the Song army messenger left and the king's tent returned to its original state, Morad apologized in shame: "I am incompetent and allowed such mere followers to be so rampant in front of the king. I am guilty of this!"  You have tried your best. It is not because of your incompetence, but because you and I have underestimated the strength of the other party" "But the final general believes that this person is good at killing my Tubo soldiers, so he should not be allowed to leave easily, otherwise how can he  Didn't the Song Dynasty look down on me? " Chi Qiong did not rush to answer, but asked Morad in turn: "Didn't you realize that there were six words written on your back?  At that time, Morad had already changed his clothes and armor, but he was very puzzled by Chi Qiong's words.  "When the sword is unsheathed, you will drink blood! These are the six words that the messenger just left for you quietly after dissociating the armor around you. If these words are left behind your back, you will naturally not know it.  " "Leave a message on the back!?" "People in the military have always had rough skin and thick flesh. Such wounds that break the skin slightly but do not hurt the muscles are not easy to feel. Of course, this is enough to explain this person's knife skills.  Having reached the realm of transformation, if I want to take your life Haha" "Uh" Listening to his master saying this, Morad felt a chill. At the same time, he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he suddenly felt something behind him.  Feeling of pain.  "The original intention of carving the words on your back was to show it to the king, so the two guards who died just now were just blocking the knife for you Morad! Because 'when a knife is unsheathed, it will drink blood'"  " Chi Qiong seemed to still be immersed in the shock just now, and said with emotion: "Who would have thought that a mere soldier of a legion could have such abilities! It's conceivable, it's conceivable that those 30,000 Zhanyun cavalry are so powerful!  , what kind of existence is it?¡±
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