When he received the messenger and opened the letter, the suspicion in his heart was finally confirmed, it was the Song army's Zhanyun cavalry that annihilated the 100,000 Liao army.

Red Dome glanced at the messenger inside the tent, the black armor wrapped in a black robe, and the fanged mask under the helmet, so that he could not see the true appearance of the messenger.

But from the body of this messenger, the strong smell of blood, as well as the murderous aura that he invisibly revealed, made him, a Tibetan prince who was accustomed to killing, feel stunned.

This should be an ordinary soldier of the Battle Cloud Cavalry, but why did he feel an unprecedented sense of oppression?

"You go back and tell the Lone Wolf Commander that this king will definitely send troops as scheduled!"

Receiving a response from the Red Dome, the messenger standing in the tent simply nodded, and then turned and walked away without a sound.

"Bold! A mere believer, who is so blind, really doesn't know whether to live or die! Seeing that the messenger was so arrogant that he left without replying, Morad, who was on the sidelines, was immediately very angry, and wanted to teach the messenger a lesson in public.

The Tibetan people have always been fierce, and Morad, as the most relied on general of the Red Vault, is naturally tall and powerful, and has the reputation of the first warrior in Tibet.

Just as he grabbed the messenger by the shoulders from behind and was about to throw him down, the messenger stood motionless as if it had taken root under his legs, as if it were a thousand pounds of stone on the ground.

"You! ……”

How could Morad have thought that he would not be able to pull it away from the place when he made the first move, which was simply beyond his expectations.

Then he poured his arms into the messenger with all his might, but three times he could not make the other party move half a minute, and on the other hand, Morad, a Tibetan warrior, was already sweating on his forehead and his face was red.

This unusual situation made Chiqiong, who had planned to watch a good show, also embarrassed.

The reason why he acquiesced to Morad's rough behavior in the tent was because of the unreasonableness of this Song army messenger, which made him, the prince of Tibet, very unhappy. At the same time, he also wanted to take this opportunity to find out what the knight combat power of this war cloud cavalry was.

But this temptation really surprised him a lot, and he naturally knew how strong Morad was under his command. But it was because he knew this that he was particularly shocked by the situation in front of him.

And just when he was shocked by this, the next scene refreshed his senses again.

Morad, who failed to carry the messenger three times, was about to change his method to clean up the other party, but unexpectedly the messenger moved at this time.

I heard a cold snort from behind the hideous mask, and then his arms moved suddenly, and an afterimage-like technique directly grabbed Morad's wrist.

The clear sound of wrist bones grinding together made Morad grinn in pain, and before he could recover his senses, the whole person was lifted up in the air, and his wrists were locked by the messenger and fell to the ground hard.

The massive body slammed into the ground, kicking up puffs of dust, and with just one blow, Morad barely bleed.

Because it was not just the heavy blow caused by his own weight, but the violent fall that grabbed his arms!

The messenger did not look at Morad, who was in pain on the ground, but raised his eyes to the red dome at the top of the list, and then turned away disrespectfully.

Arrogant! Arrogant!

These words, Chiqiong felt too late at the moment, because just that glance, he felt a cold killing intent coming towards him.

The breathtaking murderous aura, although it is invisible, he really feels it!

And just when Chiqiong was stunned by this, Morad had already gotten up from the ground, and with a roar of rage, he drew his sword and rushed towards the messenger of the Song army who was about to leave the king's tent.

Although Morad was annoyed, this time he had three points of leeway in his hand, because he only wanted to use the blade in his hand to teach the Song army messenger.

This is where Morad is a general, he does not want his master to lose his prestige, nor does he want to over-seek victory and worsen the relationship between the two sides.

He had this concern, but the messenger suddenly heard a sword wind coming behind him, and suddenly chose to stop.

Then he put his hands into his waist with lightning speed, and when he shook his arms again, he was already slashing backwards with two sword lights.

Click!

The Cold Light Scimitar collided with Morad's sword, and then the head of the knife fell directly to the ground, and then another scimitar was directly on Morad's neck.

At the moment of Morad's astonishment, the messenger's body had already begun to move rapidly, only to see that the dazzling light of the knife was flipped up and down, and in the blink of an eye, Morad's armor had been shaved naked!

Inch by inch, piece by piece, each piece is almost the same size, and after a knife light, Morad's upper body has nothing to hide.

Seeing that there were no scars on his body, and seeing the inch of armor falling on the ground, Morad finally shivered, and his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling a few times, he realized for the first time that death was so close to him.

He knew that the deeper the knives that dismantled the armor were, they would shave him into a pulp, just like the slaughter of the party members back then......

There was a sound of fighting in the king's tent, and suddenly a group of guards rushed in.

The messenger, who was besieged by the Tibetan guards, walked out without the slightest fear. Two of the Tibetan guards blocked the way directly at the tent gate, but in a panicked moment, two of them were killed by a knife in their throats.

Seeing this, the rest of the guards were about to attack it in groups, but they were strictly ordered to retreat by the red dome who had shaken their senses, and ordered the soldiers of the Tubo royal court not to stop them without authorization.

After the messenger of the Song army left and the king's tent was restored to its original state, Morad pleaded guilty in shame: "The last general is incompetent, and he let such a mere messenger be so rampant in front of the king, and the last general is guilty!" ”

"You have done your best in this matter, not because of your incompetence, but because you and this king have both underestimated each other's strength......"

"But the last general thinks that this person killed my Tubo soldiers without permission, and this person should not be allowed to leave easily, otherwise wouldn't it make the Great Song Dynasty look down on my Tubo?"

Red Dome did not rush to answer, but asked Morad in turn: "Don't you notice that you have six words written on your back?" ”

"Words?" At this time, Morad had already changed his clothes, but he was very puzzled by Chiqiong's words.

"When the sword is unsheathed, it will drink blood! These are the six words that the messenger left for you quietly after disarming your armor, and you will not know this word when it is left behind your back......"

"Leave a word on the back!?"

"Military people have always had rough skin and thick flesh, and this kind of scar that breaks the skin slightly without hurting the muscles and flesh will not be easily felt. Of course, this is enough to show that this person's sword technique has been perfected, and if he wants to take your life...... Hehe......"

"Uh......" Listening to his master's words, Morad felt a chill at the same time, and at the same time, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, he suddenly felt a pain in his back.

"The words engraved on your back were meant to be shown to the king, so the two guards who died just now just blocked the knife for you Morad! For 'when the sword is unsheathed, it will drink blood,'......"

Chiqiong still seemed to be immersed in Fang Cai's shock, and even sighed with emotion: "Who would have thought that a small soldier of just one legion would have such skills!" You can imagine it, you can imagine what kind of existence those 30,000 battle cloud iron horses are!? ”