Chapter 468 Save People

The firelight roared in the night wind, and the tranquility of the night was completely broken by the screams. Several figures shuttled between the tents, creating a lot of chaos, and countless people and horses trampled on them. However, there were also strong masters in the Juyizhuang army. After a period of confusion, they finally received the same military order and participated in the battle by thunder means, killing more than a dozen of those sneaky sneak attack personalities face to face.

Before the fire, a short and strong figure climbed to the top of the mountain under the cover of the night, inserting the battle circle between Qin Yan and Shen Yueyang. I'll block him. You go and save Your Highness!" He shouted to Qin Yan concisely.

Qin Yan turned his head and walked into the tent.

"Hight!" Shen Yueyang was furious and fired a gun, but was blocked by a snake spear in the horizontal stab and had to return to deal with it.

"Your opponent is me, little rabbit!"

"You bastard..."

In their fight, Qin Yan opened the curtain with his sword and walked into the tent.

The tent was dark, and more than a dozen confused shadows loomed in various locations. As soon as Qin Yan appeared, he heard several strong winds coming. Fortunately, he was keen and could see the situation in the tent in secret. He immediately waved Ye Shangqiulu and knocked down all the hidden weapons that attacked him. At the same time, he took two steps forward, split a knife cut diagonally from the side, and then shook the other person back with a sword.

"Your Highness, where are you?" More than a dozen breaths in the tent were different, and Qin Yan didn't know which one was the princess, so he had no choice but to ask questions.

"I'm..." The delicate voice just said two words, and it was cut off and turned into a vague sob.

But these two words have exposed the position of the princess. Qin Yan's body is like an arrow. In an instant, he flashed to the front, but it was empty. A turbid and rotten breath has removed the princess one step in advance. But it doesn't matter. Qin Yan has locked the princess's breath, and the man can't escape his pursuit no matter where he runs.

What made him worry was the sudden murderous intention of the other party. The rotten and mottled breath contained a faint smell of death, which made him slow down a little.

In his perceived position, an old voice sounded in the dark: "If you dare to take a step, don't blame me for destroying the flowers!" His voice was faint and ethereal, and he spoke in different positions at the same time. Unfortunately, Qin Yan has locked his breath, and this mysterious trick can only make him sneer secretly.

Qin Yan stood still and responded, "General Chao's army is coming, and the destruction of you is in front of you. Release the princess, or you will die without a burial place!"

The voice in the dark smiled and was full of disdain.

Qin Yan did not expect such a naive word to really impress the other party. He just took this opportunity to unfold his mind, lay a spiritual channel nearby for magic, and then quietly waited for the other party to be arrested.

After a moment of silence, people's breathing in the dark became more and more rapid, and their hearts beat like drums. They wanted to move but were limited by this suppressing machine and could only be forced to endure. Another person was next to him and seemed to encourage him secretly.

'The quality of these people is really good and bad. Before I took action, I was scared to be so scared...' Qin Yan thought to himself, and suddenly felt that the old breath walking around had approached the edge of the mind network he laid, so that it was easy to make trouble at this time.

Together with the idea, the world in the tent was divided into dark scrolls. Qin Yan interspersed it. In less than a moment, he flashed along the vein of the divine thoughts to the side of the old breath. In the middle of his palm, the autumn dew suddenly cut off, and his left hand stretched his hand. Your Highness is in his arms.

The old guy's reaction was not slow. He narrowly escaped Qin Yan's deadly attack, but his left arm shook and he found that the princess had fallen into the other party's hand.

"Kill him!" He roared.

At this time, Qin Yan had returned to the original place along the vein of Shen Nian and strode out of the tent.

Two shadows came from the front and tried to stop them. Suddenly, they heard the frost and cold on their faces. A bright sword light passed through their necks and separated their bodies in an instant. Before the blood could be sprayed, Qin Yan had run past, kicked away the person who rushed next to him, and waved his sword to open the mantle.

The light built by the external flames reflected in front of us, and it was time for great success. But he suddenly sensed the crisis, not the enemy chasing behind him, but from the princess in his arms!

He followed his instinctive reaction and threw the person out of his arms at the first time, but he still slowed down and hit his waist coldly. Although he contracted his waist and abdomen, he was still scratched by a sharp blade. The feeling of paralysis suddenly spread from the wound, and his waist and below quickly lost consciousness.

What a sharp knife! What a poison! With his blood-blooded body, he could only barely curb the trend of toxins penetrating into his chest, but his lower body was temporarily unable to move. At this time, he maintained the posture of running out and couldn't even turn around. Hearing the sound of the wind behind his head, he was accompanied by a proud and sharp laugh: "No matter how high your martial arts are, you have to fall down if you hit my dragon-killing dagger! Hey hey, stupid..."

With the light thrown from outside the tent, Qin Yan caught a glimpse of a black and thin dwarf rushing at him while laughing strangely, and his heart suddenly felt disgusted: Is this the "princess" that I had just hugged for a long time?

What a fuck!

With the unstoppable murderous intention, the mercury-like sword light poured down, and the mysterious halo fixed the short figure that rushed over in the air. After a cold airflow blew through, the body was scattered into ice crystal fragments. On a frosted face, the proud and twisted smile was still frozen in it.

More figures rushed from the three directions behind him. Qin Yan did not move much. He only waved the autumn dew on the leaves calmly and vented the anger in his heart in a slow way.

No matter what kind of bullshit princess, you will all die for me!

The frosty and snow-like sword spirit penetrates the twisted space, passes through the barrier of heavy blood and iron armor, floats on the cloth mantle carved with exquisite lines, and condenses into a layer of ice crystals. Then, it was dyed with bright red by fresh blood.

Due to the cohesion of the sword, Ye Shangqiulu's sword body turned gray and clumsy white, and the halo has been spread all over half of the tent, covering all the incoming enemies.

The bustle is always short, the tragic noise is coming to an end, the killing is everywhere, and the mood calms down.

There were still two people left in the tent. The young soldier guarded the princess, his heart beat like a drum, staring at the broken corpse in the tent with a terrible face, and unconsciously sobbing.

For a moment, the toxin was gradually eliminated by the blood. Qin Yan's lower body regained consciousness, took a long breath, turned around, looked at the trembling warrior after the mess, and said, "Is this is this finally a real princess?"