Princess Pingnan, who is said to have unparalleled martial arts skills and amazing talents, once again stands in front of the world, once again continuing the legend.
Seeing Ao Rong, who was able to cope with the situation with great skill, both Prince Mo Ting and his son looked at her in shock.
Mo Xuyao's face turned as white as paper and he murmured to himself, "Impossible, this is impossible, Qian'er doesn't know martial arts, she is not Qian'er, who is she?"
God, he had always regarded those legends as a joke, laughing at those Pingnan people who blindly admired their princess, so much so that they made up such a shocking lie and portrayed her as an omnipotent goddess who came to the world. It was really stupid.
But everything in front of him told him that everything was true. He was really the fool, the number one fool in the world.
But she's not Fang Qian? Who is she? With such a familiar face, she is obviously a girl he has known for more than ten years. He will never mistake her for the wrong person.
So it was the huge changes that took place within two years of her disappearance that caused her to undergo such an astonishing change?
What happened two years ago? What did your father do?
Mo Xuyao's mind was in confusion, his eyes were glazed over, and he was in a daze.
After cutting down a stick of incense, Aorong was a little impatient. These people didn't want their lives, but she was tired of killing them.
He glanced around and continued to slash with his right hand. With a wave of his left hand, a thread of sky silk rushed out and rolled towards King Mo Ting.
King Mo Ting was shocked and shouted in panic, "Help, help!"
The personal guards around him stepped forward one after another. The few guards standing in front of him protected him and moved back.
But that day, it was as if Silk had eyes of his own. No matter where he retreated, they were always coming like a shadow. He was running in such a panic that he didn't know where to go.
"Whoosh!" Three knives as thin as cicada wings came through the air and stabbed directly into the chests of the guards around him.
Very quickly, one blow hit, and the three guards were stabbed to the core. They collapsed on the ground and died in front of him. The boss's eyes were still open, with a look of disbelief and unwillingness on his face.
There is no longer a guard around King Mo Ting. His face is ashen, his feet are like iron and lead, and he can't move. He watched the silk coming towards his body that day.
I closed my eyes and waited for the moment of pain to come. I felt extremely desperate and lamented: I have been a hero all my life, but when the end comes, such a day will happen.