Chapter 32 Cut the king
"Not good!"
Sitting on both sides of the prince, the exerciser turned to look great together.
Extremely dangerous!
For a moment, this seemingly weak student seemed to be a different person, giving off a breath that made the four practitioners feel scared.
Practitioners are still so. Others in the main hall are even more unbearable. Some civil servants are so scared that they sit on the ground and shit.
"Boom!"
Su Mo stamped with a loud noise, and the ground cracked with a huge crack, like a dark hell, sending out a cold breath.
The whole palace shook violently and the dust fell as if it were going to collapse.
No one would believe that the scene before him was human unless he saw it with his own eyes.
And Su Mo has disappeared in the same place, and his figure is like a stallion and a spirited horse. He almost blinks and comes to the front of the prince.
Too soon!
Su Mo’s location is at least ten feet away from the prince, but everyone thinks that the prince and Su Mo are close at hand.
At this time, the four practitioners beside the prince have just pulled out the spirit device from the bag.
The reaction between the two sides is one level short!
It was not until this time that all the people in the hall understood the meaning of Su Mo’s words.
Although he is ten feet apart from the prince, it is only a stone’s throw for Su Mo.
Even if you have national strength, you can’t compete with a man here!
"What are you doing!"
The prince was frightened out of his wits, and his eyes were full of horror, and his consciousness retreated.
Su Mo looked cold and slapped the crown on the top of the swallow king’s head, whose hair was scattered and flustered
Su Mo leaned out in the previous step and grabbed the prince’s hair and abruptly lifted it up!
"ah!"
The prince cried out in pain that his scalp was almost dragged off by Su Mo’s forehead and his hands and feet were cold.
"mortal, how dare you!"
"Release the prince quickly or you will die!"
Two of the four practitioners operate flying swords, one operates a long knife, and the last one commands a sharp-edged roulette wheel.
There are four horoscopes, one of which has a tattoo on the roulette wheel, and the other three are fake horoscopes floating in the middle, aiming at Su Mo’s body and waiting for an opportunity.
Su Mo turned a blind eye to the prince’s hair and took a few steps backward. He pulled out his backhand and placed it horizontally behind him with a long knife.
Canghao!
The sound of a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath penetrated through the hall, and the reverberation was constantly creepy.
Su Mo put a long knife in his hand on the prince’s neck.
The prince could feel the chill brought by the blade and suddenly his hair stood on end.
"My name is Su Mo, you remember." Su Mo’s stereo has no mood swings, but it makes the prince panic.
"Sumo, do you know that there are 100,000 people in the imperial city plus guards, and you can’t escape if you add the true clan door behind me!"
The prince is, after all, a monarch who tries to calm his mind and crush his fear when his life is on the line. "Why don’t you make a deal with me …"
"Hehe"
Sue ink smiled a.
Hearing this smile, the prince’s heart gradually sank to the bottom.
He realized that Sumo’s murder had been decided!