Yang Ruoqing stood on the high stand here, looking at the galloping horses on the track from a distance.

Well, if we keep this speed, the first one to reach the finish line will definitely be Luo Fengtang.

Suddenly, exclamations came from the arena.

I saw a black horse that was completely black and taller and more powerful than all the horses in the field, suddenly rushed into the track.

There were several warriors following behind the black horse. They tried to intercept it, but to no avail.

The black horse was like crazy, neighing and running rampant on the track.

The other horses competing were all panicked.

There were exclamations from all around.

Even in the stands, everyone gasped.

"Oh my god, why did King Ma rush out?"

Yan Huaian also stood up and ran to Yang Ruoqing's side.

His voice was trembling, mixed with panic.

"What's going on?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Isn't it just a stronger dark horse rushing out to cause trouble? Isn't it just a matter of chasing it away?

Yan Huaian shook his head: "This horse king is no ordinary horse. He is the king of horses on our prairie. He has the noblest and purest blood in his body."

"It has a strong temper. No one has been able to control it since it became an adult!"

"There were many warriors who wanted to conquer it, but in the end they were left half dead and half disabled by it!"

"Even if a pack of wild wolves encounters it, they should still be wary of it!" Yan Huaian said.

"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

Is there such a powerful horse?

"Wow..."

Suddenly there was a louder exclamation from the other side of the arena, mixed with the screams of the girls.

Yang Ruoqing followed the sound and turned pale.

I saw the horse king rushing onto the track, jumping around a bit, and then panting heavily as he rushed towards Luo Fengtang.

The horse king was extremely fast, like a black lightning, and rushed to Luo Fengtang in an instant.

It raised its hoof and kicked the horse riding under Luo Fengtang away.

The poor maroon horse fell to the ground and suffered a broken bone and could not stand up.

As for Luo Fengtang, his entire body was lifted into the air by this huge force.

His body turned around in the air and then fell down.

He actually sat firmly on the horse king's back.

The horse king obviously didn't welcome the knight who fell from the sky.

It neighed and pawed hard on the ground with its forelimbs.

He snorted and looked furious.

It raised its forelimbs again, and its streamlined body stood up, drawing a black arc in the sunlight.

The black mane stood up one by one, majestic, domineering and wild.

Trying to throw Luo Fengtang out, and then trample on him with his hoof...

"hiss……"

There were gasps everywhere, and pairs of eyes fell on Luo Fengtang in the middle of the field.

Yang Ruoqing also secretly sweated for Luo Fengtang.

On the field, the competition between one person and one horse is going on fiercely...

No matter what the horse king did, Luo Fengtang always sat firmly on the horse.

He clamped the horse's belly with his legs, held the reins with one hand, and held a riding crop with the other.

From beginning to end, the horse whip never struck the King of Horses.

However, the horse king gradually showed signs of calming down...

At last, it finally stopped jumping and lowered its proud head.

at the same time.

At that end of the track.

Xiao Mang finally overtook the distracted Narisong and rushed to the championship position in one fell swoop.

When he excitedly broke through the white interception line at the end, there were boiling cheers behind him.

Xiao Mang was so excited that his whole body was trembling.

Hahaha, the championship belongs to me!

I am the real strong man on the grassland!

He turned around excitedly, but was stunned.

Cheers still sounded like a roaring tsunami on the field.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Luo Fengtang and the horse king beneath him.

But no one cares about him as the champion.

Even Na Risong and the other contestants gave up the competition and turned their horses directly towards Luo Fengtang.

Xiao Mang was so angry that he looked ferocious, but the show was not over yet!

He made a secret gesture towards somewhere behind him.

Suddenly, a group of men in black clothes and faces with swords in their hands rushed out.

The group of people rushed directly into the track, picked up the swords in their hands and slashed straight towards Narisong.

Yes, Risong must die that day.

And Luo Fengtang, you can be buried with him!

Because this was a horse racing competition, Risong and Luo Fengtang were in the middle of the track, quite a distance away from the track.

When twenty or thirty men in black suddenly appeared, the people watching here panicked.

The great elder quickly ordered the warriors on the scene to rush to the rescue.

However, the distant water could not save the nearby fire, and there was already a fight on the other side of the track.

Yang Ruoqing saw that as soon as those men in black appeared, they seemed to be targeting Narisong and Luo Fengtang.

Obviously, this was a purposeful assassination.

Without thinking too much, she jumped directly from the high stand.

They snatched a nearby horse and rushed into the track at full speed...

The long riding crop was thrown out and hit the men in black hard.

She just rushed into the encirclement and found Luo Fengtang.

"Are you not hurt?" she asked.

While fighting with the men in black around him, Luo Fengtang replied: "No, these people are here prepared, Qing'er, be careful!"

"Hey, I don't even pay attention to these small fish and shrimps!" She laughed.

He moved his feet and flew out like a swallow.

He pulled out the riding crop in his hand and crackled, causing the men in black in front of him to stagger.

Over there, the warriors sent by the great elder also arrived and joined the fight.

Although the number of men in black is small, they all have extraordinary skills.

They are all top three masters.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang took care of each other, and the two of them were able to handle it easily without being hurt at all.

But over there, Songke suffered a lot that day.

A small group of men in black restrained the samurai who came to help, and there were about ten other men in black, trapping Narisong in the middle.

"ah!"

He growled lowly, and his arm was slashed by the man in black.

The whole person fell off the horse.

A dozen steel knives pierced Narisong's chest.
To be continued...