Chapter 792 (2/2)

Bu rigude looked at Wu Getai with wide eyes. He held Bayar who was already out of breath in his arms. He looked so sad and his eyes were red.

After seeing Wu Getai deeply for a long time, bu rigude finally loosened his clenched fists and scolded the Mongolian soldiers who surrounded them: ”the great prince has died, and the military power should be held by the five most distinguished princes.”

Wu Getai gently raised his hand to indicate that the Mongolian army returned with a sad face. He raised his eyes and looked at Bu RI Gude. There was a flicker in his eyes: ”settle my brother Wang Haosheng, and I'll take him back to the Mongolian nationality for burial.”

Bu rigude listened to his hoarse choking voice and gave him a deep look. He finally knelt on one knee, covered his left chest with his right hand, and saluted and took command.

At this time, Aodeng gerile was speechless about Shi Fuqiu's rhetorical questions and cried into tears. Bayar was dead, and Wu Getai took over the Mongolian army openly.

In any case, he will not help her crown prince.

She couldn't help looking at Xiao Yanjun, who hasn't said a word until now. All hopes faded from the unique face of Zhang Junmei, but showed a proud Royal wind instrument.

Xiao Yanjun looked at Xiao mubai on the city tower from a distance, and a trace of ridicule appeared on the corner of his mouth: ”kill the traitor? In addition to the father and emperor, do you dare to really kill your brother? How can you make the world talk about wealth in the future? What does his highness King Mo do today?”

Xiao mubai looked at her condescending, with a look of contempt in his eyes.

Trying to suppress him with the fallacy of brotherhood?

It's ridiculous. Since he doesn't want to be king, why should the people think of him in the future.

Xiao mubai gently raised his thumb and took the picture out of the scabbard. Before Xiao mubai could pull it out completely, a blue robed figure came from the direction of the ink King's army.

Although Shi Fuqiu said, ”does he deserve to compete with Ben?” Shi Fuqiu looked arrogant and glanced at Bian Ding with his remaining light.

Sword out, broken wind!

The oncoming sword is fierce and overbearing, caught off guard. Seeing that the tip of the sword reached Shi Fuqiu's chest, Shi Fuqiu's long knife suddenly turned over and pressed on his blade.

Although Shi Fuqiu waved his sword in time to block it, he took his sword with strong internal power.

But Bian Ding's sword, which he stabbed with all his strength, also excited the dust, which really forced him to step back a few steps before he stabilized his body.