The lion suddenly opened its bloody mouth, roared, jumped up suddenly, and pounced on Su Yueming quickly.

Su Yue closed her eyes tightly, and a thick fishy smell came to her face, and she almost felt the sharp teeth pass through her face, and with a poof, her face seemed to be cut out.

Die, die, die, it's not that you haven't died, what's there to be afraid of.

"Whew!" Suddenly, she felt the hot wind in front of her stop, and only heard a howl that broke through the sky, and then her whole body was hit by a strong impact, and her body flew backwards, and she fell on the grass with a thud.

In pain, she suddenly felt that her bones were broken.

There seemed to be a moment of silence.

"Lord Wang, good swordsmanship! Good swordsmanship! ”

"Our prince deserves to be the first warrior of Great Qin! It's amazing! ”

"Long live the prince, long live the prince!"

A moment later, the air seemed to burst suddenly, and everyone cheered with joy like a tsunami.

Well? What happened?

Su Yueming slowly opened her eyes, but the scene in front of her made her mind blank for a moment-

The sturdy male lion stood motionless, still with its mouth open, the fur of other animals still on its two sharp teeth, the saliva in its mouth fell and dragged on for a long time, and the originally sharp and fierce eyes were gradually dulled at the moment......

Murong Canghai bent one knee and stood in front of her.

The wind blew, and his black green silk floated high, and the evil charm slid over the side of his face, and he narrowed his deep and cruel eyes slightly, and a cruel look flashed on his face.

The long sword in his hand had pierced deeply, deeply into the throat of the male lion, and his men slammed the sword in the direction of his bosom, and the lion's neck was cut with a long hole.

Suddenly, the thick blood gushed out and fell to the ground, and the yellow grass on the ground was immediately dyed red.

He killed this lion with incredible speed and strength!

He moved so fast that she could barely feel how he jumped off his horse or how he drew his sword, and everyone was deeply impressed by his amazing swordsmanship.

"Whoa......," the lion let out a mournful whimper, and then the colossal body collapsed to the ground, twitching intermittently on the ground, spitting white foam out of its mouth, and finally the eyes slowly closed.

Murong Canghai took the opportunity to pull out the sword, and the blood on the tip of the sword fell to the ground one by one.

The people around him cheered wildly, for Murong Canghai's bravery, for the king of beasts who had fallen because of him! Their adoration and reverence for this man reached the extreme again at this moment.

Indifferently withdrew the long sword, stretched out his hand and raised it high, the sword flew out, Yinglie immediately jumped up from his horse, reached out and took the sword away, wiped the blood from his head, and reinserted it into the sheath.

Murong Canghai's faint eyes swept over Su Yueming, at this time, she could still see from her dirty black face that she was pale, her clothes were ragged, her hands and feet were exposed, her smooth and white arms and calves were bruised, the skin was grinded apart, and the blood and flesh were blurred.

Her body was trembling under her ragged shirt because of the pain.

But her eyes, after fear, were as calm as water.