The cold words were slowly spoken by Tang Hao.


    A trace of surprise flashed in the bloody eyes of the Tubo prince, and an ominous premonition flashed in his heart.


    Does Tang Hao still have reservations?


    This... Is not his limit?


    Hiss.


    Everyone in the stands took a breath.


    Li Hui sat in the front of the stand, slightly relieved his tight body, breathed out a breath, wiped a thin sweat on his forehead, and said in his heart.


    "This boy is so scary!"


    The people who stood up also sat down slowly at this time.


    The instant blow just now really frightened many people.


    At this time, he saw that Tang Hao completely resisted this move. At present, he also pressed his heart a little and cheered Tang Hao.


    "Tang Xianzi is good!"


    "Fight back! Fight back! Defeat the Tubo prince!"


    On a corner of the stand, a pair of beautiful eyes looked out at the challenge arena.


    That just had no blood color face, and finally had a little blush.


    But the tension has not completely retreated from the heart. A pair of jade hands still clenched their fists tightly and crossed their chest.


    This woman is the protagonist of the marriage.


    Princess Changle.


    As a member of the young talents of the Tang Dynasty, Princess Changle certainly hopes that this competition will enable the Tang Dynasty to pull back a game.


    In this way, Datang can openly refuse the Tubo people, and there is no need to lose any tongue.


    More importantly, the powerful Tang Dynasty can save face.


    Tang Hao is the last hope of this competition.


    A violent drink on the stage immediately made the petite woman nervous again.


    A pair of beautiful eyes focused on the stage again.


    Tang Hao converged his smile, and the surging and majestic power was instantly concentrated between his arms, and the domineering voice exploded.


    "Go away!"


    Suddenly, the silver gun whispered and the Dragon roared, and the long gun pushed out horizontally.


    The Tubo prince, still in amazement, suddenly felt a vast torrent of power coming from the spear edge.


    At this moment, the huge body also stepped back four or five steps involuntarily.


    The tail of the spear suddenly clubbed to the ground. Only then did he stabilize his body and remove this majestic force.


    The next moment.


    A thunderbolt exploded and a powerful voice swept through.


    "Look!"


    With this cry, Tang Hao pedaled to the challenge arena between his feet, and a pit was stamped on the wooden floor in an instant.


    A figure, like a cheetah, shot out and went towards the Tubo prince who had just stabilized his figure.


    The figure in front of me moved suddenly. In the blink of an eye, a silver snake had stabbed in front of me.


    The Tubo Prince felt his blood coagulate and his heart beat suddenly.


    In the cold light, the Tubo Prince''s face suddenly changed, a touch of fear appeared in his eyes, and subconsciously dragged the iron spear in his hand across his chest.


    Bang.


    There was a loud metal impact.


    The silver spear pierced the iron spear.


    In the shooting of Mars, the straight iron spear body bends at a speed visible to the naked eye.


    In both hands, the backward elasticity suddenly increased with the collision of the silver gun.


    The Tubo Prince turned backward with the trend. With great strength, he rolled for two weeks before he could stabilize himself.


    In the tumbling, the Tubo Prince stretched out his right hand to support the challenge arena and half knelt on the ground.


    The sharp explosion sound in his ear is getting closer and closer, and the Tubo Prince Yu guangpiao goes.


    A blade broke through the air and hit his neck.


    The cold blade is quiet, like the deadly sword of the God of death.


    Almost at the same time, the Tubo Prince flashed a picture of blood splashing and his head falling in response.


    At this moment, fear came!


    The Tubo Prince''s face suddenly turned white, his eyes kept twitching, his lips trembled with fear, and his eyes reflected the galloping cold blade.


    The voice of "ah ah" sobbed in the throat.


    The suffocating haze of death filled my heart and choked my neck.


    Shua.


    The blade stopped suddenly.


    Cold came from the neck, and a blood line oozed from the red blood, slowly flowing down between the blade and the neck.


    "You lost."


    Tang Hao''s quiet voice came from overhead.


    The Tubo Prince trembled slightly, turned his head rigidly, and caught a glimpse of the gun tip stuck to his neck.


    Shivering and breathing in a faint fishy wind, the Tubo Prince slowly raised his eyes with a difficult mumbling of his Adam''s apple.


    In the eye, Tang Hao held a gun in one hand, his face was as cold as frost, and his eyes were cold.


    Facing the eyes, a fear from the bottom of my heart hit again, and the scene of looking at each other in the hall flashed in my mind again.


    At this moment, the figure in front of us is so terrible that we can''t look directly at it.


    The Tubo Prince mumbled his lips and couldn''t say a word.


    Shua.


    The silver gun is closed.


    The chill spread around his neck.


    After walking in front of the gate of death, the Tubo prince, who picked up his life, slumped on the challenge arena and gasped.


    "Shrimp soldiers and miscellaneous fish dare to make a visit in the imperial city of the Tang Dynasty! They don''t weigh their own pounds."


    The cold voice came from Tang Hao''s back.


    Hearing the sound, the Tubo prince who sat on the ground trembled.


    If this man hadn''t been merciful, I''m afraid I''d be in a bloody challenge arena now.


    That unfathomable force only makes people cold and bristle, and they dare not say a hard word any more.


    The Tubo Prince trembled and picked up the iron spear. He found that his hands and feet were soft at this moment and could no longer stand up.