Chapter 818: The last battle (3)

Chapter 818, the last battle (3)
"Kill them." The Turkic king screamed, his eyes cold and cold.
The Turkic soldiers heard the words, they were all a glimpse, the cold prince is the next commander of the gods, and the prince should not hand over the throne to him? Why are you going to kill him?
The soldiers of the scorpion, seeing the Turkic king face color iron, Tuo Han has not succeeded the Turkic king, these Turkic soldiers have not listened to his orders, it is really hateful.
"What are you doing? Quickly?" The scream of the violent screaming of the Turkic King penetrated the clouds and rang through the clouds. The soldiers trembled and smacked their bows and arrows and shot at Murong Snow.
At the end of the Tuo Han Han, there was a smirk of laughter, holding the holy sword and welcoming the dense bows and arrows. The flames were sprayed out, and all the bows and arrows that were shot were burned out. The black arrow ash rushed. Falling down, the sound of Tuo Han cold and cold sounded slowly in the air: "This king is the holder of the Holy Sword, the next Turkic king chosen by Turkic God, are you sure to continue shooting the king?"
The soldiers’ archery movements were a slap in the face, and the sudden selection of the gods and the extension of the cold was the Turkic king. It was enough to prove that Tuohan Han had the ability and power to become a Turkic king and could bring happiness to Turkic.
When they shoot Tuo Han, it is equal to being an enemy of Turkic God, and is not trusting the performance of Turkic God...
When I thought of this, the soldiers looked white and hurriedly put down their bows and arrows, and slammed them down toward Tuohan. They slammed it down: "It’s just a moment of confusion, please sin for the prince..."
"Please ask the king to forgive sins... Please forgive the sins of the king..." The Turkic soldiers laid down their weapons one by one, and slammed them down, asking the voice of sin to penetrate the clouds and rang through the clouds.
The Turkic King is a young man who is about to drip out the ink. He is screaming at the nearest soldier: "What is the nonsense, this king is the Turkic king, your true master..."
The soldiers were tripped to the ground by him, but they ignored him, straightened up and continued to pay homage to the cold...
Tuo Han Han stood in front of him, looking at the hysterical, describing the crazy Turkic king, his eyes cold and cold: "Wang Shu, now the king is the Turkic king, you are the king of waste."
"Come on, grab the king of waste!"
"Yes!" The Turkic soldiers took the lead and jumped to the front of the Turkic king, grabbing his arm and cutting it back behind him...
"You are against... The king is the abrupt king, your master..." The Turkic king struggled fiercely, angered, and screamed at the soldiers.
The soldiers were prepared, took the rope, tied him tightly, let him struggle, drink, and stop.
The three princes who stood not far away saw that the situation was not good. They had to sneak away. I didn’t want to, the Turkic soldiers in the back came up, holding the rope and tying him up.
That circle of complicated knotting and tie-up method, seeing Murong Xue picking up an eyebrow: the sudden God-given sacred object is really easy to use, so that the extension of the cold has no cost, only one legend, a holy Sword, he defeated his uncle and became the king of Turkic...
The Turkic King, the three princes are the enemies of Tuo Han, they lost their power, lost their power, and fell into the hands of Tuo Han, I am afraid there will be no good end...
As if to confirm Murong Xue’s conjecture, Tuo’s cold and cold command sounded:
Put them back to the prison, and ask tomorrow at noon!

"Yes!" The Turkic soldiers took their lives and took the rags to plug the Turkic king, the mouth of the three princes, and pushed them down.
Murong Xue raised his eyebrows and looked up at Ouyang Shaohao: "Let's go back to Qingyan!" Tuohaohao is dead, Turkic King is arrested, Tuohan is succeeding, and there is nothing wrong with Turk, she does not need to Stay here.
"Good!" Ouyang Shaohao nodded, holding Murong Xue's little hand and turned to go, a cold male voice came over: "Wait!"
(End of this chapter)