"Your Highness, be careful!" Tashi Pubu, the Heavenly Warrior of the Golden Tent, shouted, his figure flashing, and he stood in front of the Golden Tent Prince Gonbu Nyima.
Everyone was confused by the move of Heavenly Warrior Tashi Pubu.
Tashi Pubu was horrified. The sight of this Daxia man almost froze his mind. It was simply too shocking and terrifying.
He jumped in the air and stood in front of the prince. He wanted to say something more, such as begging for mercy, letting the prince go, or telling his highness to run away.
When a gust of north wind blows, a snowflake falls.
His words, along with his body, were frozen in this world.
In the blink of an eye, Zaxi Pubu, the Heavenly Warrior of the Golden Tent Court, turned into an ice sculpture, fell heavily to the snow, and shattered into tiny blood-red ice shards.
Between heaven and earth, apart from the whimpering of the wind and snow, there was silence.
The warriors of the Golden Horde and Prince Gonpo Nyima stared blankly at this scene and have not yet come to their senses.
They stared blankly as Zhao Wujiang approached on horseback. Soon, a gust of north wind blew over and hit them.
They felt that this north wind was the coldest wind they had ever seen in their lives. They suddenly woke up and realized with horror that a heavenly warrior from their royal court, who was not even qualified to take action, turned into a The ice sculpture shattered and disappeared forever between heaven and earth!
This is a heavenly warrior, comparable to the great master of the Great Xia Dynasty! Why? Why? Just die directly?
Who is this man from Daxia? Is he as strong as the high priest? Or the Wolf God? How could he be so strong?
No one answered the questions of the warriors of the Golden Tent. It was Fengxue who answered them.
Their questions and the overwhelming thoughts in their hearts were all frozen at this moment by the wind and snow, turned into ice sculptures, fell off their horses, and shattered into ice slag.
"Ah, ah!"
The prince of the Golden Horde, Gonbu Nyima, watched the warriors around him turn into ice sculptures and shatter. The black-robed man from the Great Xia Dynasty came closer and closer. He was extremely frightened. He wanted to beg for mercy and wanted to speak, but he was trembling all over. I can only cry "Ahhh" to release some of the unspeakable fear in my heart.
He hated, hated that his man was so weak, why couldn't he resist this Daxia man? Forget about the warriors, why can't even the warriors of heaven resist?
Could it be that this man from Daxia is a god?
Impossible, impossible! He screamed in his heart and screamed in his mouth. He was so anxious that he wanted to cry. But the more anxious he became, the more speechless he became. He could only scream "ahhh" in a heartbreaking way, and he could not control the flow from his body. The light yellow liquid exudes a foul smell.
Horses neighed and ran away all around.
The warriors turned into ice sculptures, but the horses did not.
It seems that this should be considered a mercy.
Gonpo Nyima thought this kindness was a bit ridiculous. Animals like horses could survive, so why couldn't he?
He watched the ice and snow spread from his body, and soon his eyes turned bright, his breath disappeared, and he fell headfirst, spinning around.
Finally, he watched his hands shatter before his eyes, turning into blood-red ice shards.
Fortunately, even if his head turned into an ice sculpture, it had not broken into pieces. This was probably his only consolation before his death.
But the black horse he was peeing on neighed and kicked him on the head with a hoof while running away.
"boom."
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 great warrior Tanamtso who was stunned and stunned, and said with a smile:
"I will take action, why should I run away?"
