The Great Tang: World Martial God

Domineering and sharp.

It was a roaring scream, and it still came from far away.

In the elegant room of the three-story teahouse, Princess Changle dressed in a green shirt, sitting quietly in front of the window, looking at the mad figure on the ring.

Hearing the clamor, his eyebrows fluttered lightly, his scallion fingers involuntarily clenched the celadon tea cup in his hand, and a heart tightened.

The palace lady's soft whispers sounded in his ears.

"Princess, why are you doing this? Your Majesty has promised not to let you marry the prince of Tubo."

"I haven't slept all night, but now I'm watching the competition early in the morning, and the slave and maidservant who are exhausted will be punished again!"

Listening to the voice of concern, with a trace of reproach, Princess Chang Le squeezed a wry smile on her tired face, and couldn't help but recall what happened last night.

Just last night after learning of the failure of the Tubo and Qihe Datang literary test, Princess Changle was shocked and angry.

What was shocking was that the news of Tubo's marriage with him, as a member of the royal family, was the last one to know.

The anger is that the sons of Tang Dynasty even used their marriage as a bet, but they lost utterly.

The worried Princess Changle went to the palace with rain all the way to the palace to find King Tang.

Tang Wang's face was green, and he painstakingly comforted the jewel in his palm. He also promised that Princess Changle would not be allowed to marry away, and this matter was considered to be over.

Princess Changle turned her head to look at the lamented court lady, and sighed.

"This competition is not only about my marriage, but also about the face of our Datang. I am also a member of the younger generation of Datang. How can I not be there?"

"Although the father is determined, there must be difficulties."

"If the martial arts contest can win a game in a fair and honest manner, and if Datang can win a round, the father's side will be much easier to handle."

After listening, the court lady behind her was full of pity and eagerly replied.

"I Da Tang Qi will be threatened by this barbarian? In my opinion, your Majesty should drive the barbarian back to Tubo, so you don't have to..."

Before he finished speaking, Princess Changle raised her jade arm to interrupt his words and said lightly.

"This is related to Tubo and Datang, how can it be so casual, Datang..."

Speaking of this, Princess Changle shook her head lightly with a complicated expression.

"Hey! You won't understand this."

"Since it comes, let it rest."

Princess Changle knew in her heart that her father had great ambitions and that stabilizing the north of the Tang Dynasty was the top priority.

Tubo, a newly emerging country in the southwestern border, is fledgling.

As far as national strength is concerned, it is definitely impossible to compete with Datang.

However, since the Tubo prince visited the Tang, he has shown his brilliance everywhere, and his determination to overwhelm the Tang dynasty has become more apparent.

If this martial arts competition were to win again, it would be even more difficult to deal with the matter peacefully if the king of Tang wanted to lose his blood.

Princess Changle is also a sensible person, and her heart is inexplicably nervous at this time.

This contest between young talents is about the way of refusing to marry, and it is also about the military reserves of the great Tang Dynasty powers.

A pair of beautiful eyes condensed on the martial arts arena again. At this time, in Datang Fang, one of them carried a long stick and pushed everyone away and stepped onto the arena.

In terms of stature, this stature is much larger and larger than the Tubo prince.

"Crazy guy! Hugh is so nonsense! I'll come to learn your brilliant tricks!"

The voice of the big guy came out faintly.

Princess Changle leaned against the window, her eyebrows were slightly raised, and she stared at the two people who were about to compete on the court.

With two roars, the two fought together.

The iron spear is transformed into a black snake, and the cold blade between the spears is like a poisonous snake, and it is as fast as lightning.

The big guy has a brute force, and the long sticks with thick arms dance vigorously.

With a few tricks, he forcibly demolished the railings around the ring.

Broken Wood flew across the crowd, screaming from time to time.

The first battle was so fierce, not only secretly shocking everyone present.

After going through a few tricks, a lot of the big guy in the huge ring was removed, and there were only a few solitary fences on the side of the table.

In these few rounds, the big offensive was domineering and mighty, and the physical strength was huge.

The big guy was sweating profusely, panting with a long stick in his hand.

On the other hand, the prince of Tubo, his sturdy posture was extremely agile, and he could dodge in a thrilling manner every time.

At this moment, it doesn't appear to be much tired.

"Come again!"

The big man yelled, and rushed up again with the long stick, but the offensive has slowed down a lot.

The figure in front of the window, watching the subtle changes on the stage, the bright light in his eyes also dimmed, and he sighed lightly.

"Unexpectedly, this prince of Tubo has a brilliant literary talent, and his martial arts is so good. This time he is afraid that he will lose out in the martial arts contest."

The maid's gaze stayed in front of her body thinning film, and she sighed, but finally she did not persuade her to continue.

a long time.

The court lady followed Princess Changle's gaze, looked at the arrogant figure on the stage, kicked the big guy off the ring, and muttered.

"If Tangxianzi were there, everything might be easier to handle."

There was a crisp voice, and Princess Changle's heart shook. She raised her eyes from the ring and slowly looked towards the north, holding her head, and said slowly.

"Yeah, maybe with him, things will be different."

After all, a look flashed across the beautiful eyes, but in a blink of an eye it was replaced by deep worry.

A voice that was as thin as a balance spring came out from Zhu's lips.

"I don't know, he is in the north, it's good."