At this moment, the scene in front of him suddenly descended on the intersection of strange people and little ghost girls, Lan Chunhui, an ordinary man, had no ability to see it.

He could only vaguely hear that this big strange man, who had been surrounded by wings and could not fly, not only did not have a trace of panic, but was still talking to himself, saying some inexplicable nonsense.

At this time, Han Zijian's behavior was abnormal, his speech was strange, and there was a faint eerie ghost aura on his body, which finally annoyed the fierce General Lan Chunhui.

So, without saying a word, he viciously raised his spear and killed...

After appeasing the girls, before Han Zijian turned back, a strong wind of tiger and tiger rushed towards the back of his head.

The strength of this general is so fierce!

Han Zijian was slightly startled, and immediately let him go to the side.

didn't have time to turn around at all, only to see Han Zijian's feet sucking on the ground, his body swaying like an autumn wind sweeping willows, and then he quickly struck, and he had already grabbed the spearhead handle of General Lan Chunhui's attack.

This spear has basically been used by the menacing Lan Chunhui to use the strength of milk, but the result made him stunned.

I didn't see this person's footsteps at all, and I moved a little, and my own strength was suddenly frozen.

General Lan Chunhui was in a hurry, and after glaring angrily, when he wanted to draw his spear back, he drew it three times in a row, and he still didn't regret it at all.

"Kill!"

After Lan Chunhui roared again, he suddenly let go of the spear and did a somersault, flying out of the encirclement.

The eighty-nine warriors who surrounded the Hanzi Sword really cooperated tacitly and ordered it to be manual.

Immediately, in the shouts of the Weiche Mountains and Rivers, eighty-nine long iron spears with wooden handles stained with red stains seemed to be fired mechanically, and at the same time, from all directions, they were divided into upper, middle and lower three ways, densely piercing towards Hanzi's sword.

Looking at these fearless and unstoppable warriors, Han Zijian didn't dare to hold it up any longer.

I saw that he gently threw the eight-zhang long iron spear in the direction of Lan Chunhui's body, and after throwing it out of the encirclement, he immediately let his cold iron and cold heart sword come out of the sheath with a trace of tiger roaring dragon groan.

Unhurriedly, he smiled at the encirclement formed by the iron snatching tip, and became smaller and smaller, only to see the silent blade of Hanzi Sword turn, and then took a step across, raising his sword with one hand to meet it.

Immediately, in a dazzling drift of figures, in a burst of tinkling sparks, after Han Zijian completed an elegant small spin, he flew out of the encirclement with a hearty laugh and stood in front of Lan Chunhui again.

This time, Lan Chunhui was a little stupid, after he flew up and took his Zhangba spear, he clearly saw that in a burst of jingling and sparks flying:

This strange man turned out to be like a ghost, he was wrapped in a cold sword aura, and after a small circle of rapid spinning, the eighty-nine long iron robbers with wooden handles had all been cut off from the heads of the spears, and the eighty-nine warriors with extraordinary skills were also shocked by his strength inside, and after screaming, they all threw the handles of the guns in their hands and fell to the ground, and then stroked their palms and tiger's mouths with bitter faces.

Knowing that he had encountered a fierce enemy he had never seen before, he suddenly heard the sound of girls moving behind him, and General Lan Chunhui was anxious again:

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the princess have already descended the mountain, so they can't let the two lords be harmed!

So, ignoring Han Zijian's smile to show friendship, Lan Chunhui gritted his teeth fiercely, immediately held the iron spear with both hands, and used a move to drive the mountain, first shaking the spear handle forward, and then suddenly turning the spearhead, and then cutting it fiercely towards the throat of the enemy of Han Zijian.

"General Lan, stop it!"

With a coquettish shout, Hanzi Jian turned his head away.

After he had let this extremely sharp spear blade cut hard, he had already seen a delicate figure flying from the forest in front of him, intercepting General Lan Chunhui, who was about to attack again.

After repelling Lan Chunhui, the joy of the people who came was irrepressible, she walked in front of Han Zijian, and immediately held the sword with both hands and bowed and said:

"The last general, Xiaomei, see Han Gongzi!"

A delicate 'son' title, and provoked Hanzi Jian's fun, he smiled at this heroic young general who had been covered with red stains, wearing a gray robe, and still couldn't see his age, and also hugged the sword and saluted:

"Little sister is exempt, dare to ask where Sister Xin'er is?"

This 'little sister' immediately made Xiaomei cover her mouth and laugh beautifully.

But before Xiaomei could answer, Lan Chunhui held a spear again, and rushed up with angry eyebrows and shouted:

"Bold fanatics! Dare to call my lord respectful, watch and fight!"

"General Lan! Don't be rude! Quickly retreat!" When Xiaomei saw this, she was so anxious that she opened her arms and protected Han Zijian's body.

After shouting out Lan Chunhui, who was looking innocent, Xiaomei looked back again, and after being happy with Hanzi Jian, she stretched out her hand and pointed to the foot of the mountain not far away and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, Prince Han, Her Royal Highness the princess will be here soon. ”

Holding the sword and saluting Xiaomei again, Han Zijian saluted General Lan Chunhui respectfully and said:

"Zijian was rude just now, and he looked at General Lan Haihan. ”

Although the true identity of this person has not yet been clarified, General Lan Chunhui has immediately understood from Xiaomei's demeanor.

This person is sure that he is a high-level friendly army, so General Lan Chunhui also apologized for his recklessness just now, and bowed his head and clenched his fists at Hanzijian.

Looking back at the eighty-nine people, who had already gotten up one after another, and were curious about the soldiers who had come over, Han Zijian held his sword and saluted in a circle to everyone before he said to Xiaomei:

"The annoying young lady ordered, let the brothers clean up the battlefield!"

When Xiaomei heard this, she first looked at the mess of the enemy troops on the battlefield, then looked at the gun head and handle circle in front of her, and was amused and ordered loudly:

"General Lan Chunhui, quickly lead everyone to clean up the battlefield, gather and replenish supplies, replace the handy weapons, and then immediately make a fire to cook porridge and barbecue!"

"Yes!

When Lan Chunhui led the warriors who had not eaten for a day and a night, cheered and rushed towards the hundreds of half-dead war horses in front of him, which had been blown up by Eddie, Princess Xin'er had already taken her younger brother and led twenty young warriors to lead eleven mighty and tall war horses.

Looking at the group of female generals in a gray battle robe in front of him, and the little boy who was held in the arms of a female general and sitting on horseback wearing a small yellow robe, Han Zijian suddenly lost his mind for a while.

When Xin'er was beaten for saving him, he was the first yellow-haired girl, and he saw him again after the yin and yang were separated, to tell the truth, he couldn't tell who was Xin'er at the moment.

Although he saw a thick burning heat in the eyes of the young general in front, Han Zijian still didn't dare to recognize him at a loss.

"Han Gongzi, guess who is your sister, hehe," Xiao Mei quietly stabbed Han Zijian's back with her fingers, and immediately greeted the female generals.

In some embarrassment, Han Zijian had an idea, he took the cold iron cold heart sword to his waist, and then bowed with both fists, saluted and shouted to the female generals:

"Zijian meets Sister Xin'er!"

The female generals who were already close to him were immediately amused by the Han Zi Sword, and they all covered their mouths and snickered, and they had already formed a small semicircle in front of him.

was already full of joy, knowing that Han Zijian didn't dare to recognize each other rashly at this moment, she forced a beautiful smile, and after taking two steps forward, she suddenly lifted the upper collar of her battle robe, and let her jade-like right shoulder appear in front of the Jiao'e generals and Han Zijian.

After Hanzijian finished his respectful salute, when he looked up again, he saw that under this woman's white and jade-colored shoulders, the birthmark of Sayuri, which is eternal in memory and can never be erased, is becoming more and more dazzling at this moment.

When I looked around this woman again, I saw that she was holding a long sword in her hand, wearing a battle helmet, her battle robe was dirty, bloodstained, and her left arm was already covered with blood.

At this moment, the identity has been accurately verified,

The daughter in front of her is 100% her original life-saving benefactor.

Looking at the heart that was dirty at this time, looking haggard and exhausted, Han Zijian's heart suddenly felt guilty, he pounced directly, knelt in front of Xin'er, and then shouted loudly:

"Zijian damn it, I've only come here so far, and I've made you suffer, sister!"

"The sword cannot be !!"

How could he be allowed to make such a big gift, Princess Xin'er also pounced, and suddenly knelt in front of Han Zijian, and the two of them directly leaned on their heads, their helmets and hair clinging to each other.

The two of them suddenly knelt down, and when the female generals saw it, they also knelt in a semicircle, and the little female general at the back also knelt outside the semicircle after hugging the little prince from the horse.

The bumpy road on the way down the mountain, the little prince with a tiger head and a tiger brain, and a clear eyebrow is now fully awake, he wiped his nose with his dirty sleeves, and after being curious into the semicircle, he laughed old-fashionedly:

"Haha, Miao Ye, Miao Ye, Sister Huang, are you worshipping in the church!"

When Xin'er heard this, she immediately blushed, and after hurriedly pulling up the Hanzi sword with both hands, she went to pull her younger brother and said:

"Luo'er, come and see Brother Zijian. ”

The little crown prince, who has been hunted down all the way for more than a year, has suffered repeated defeats, has suffered wars, and has lost his family, and today finally saw a happy battle.

At this moment, seeing this dignified, masculine person, with the big disc-shaped monster flying from the sky, he wiped out thousands of fierce enemies without wasting his strength, His Royal Highness the little prince was naturally shocked.

Although he is younger, he has been taught by his father and sister since he was a child, and he has a deep knowledge and mind.

Pressing his head by his sister, the little prince clenched his fists with his hands, and saluted Hanzi with a sword:

"Shanluo has seen Brother Zijian. ”

Han Zijian couldn't help laughing, and he looked at it carefully, this child who looked extraordinary, clever and wise, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, red lips and big ears.

Although, up to now, he has not fully integrated into this fantasy plot that seems to be worn back, but anyway, this is Xin'er's own brother.

So, Han Zijian was also serious and gave the little prince a fist in return.

At this time, a rich aroma of meat wafted in.

After all the delicate ladies took a deep breath of the fragrance at the same time, Xiao Luo'er, who was already hungry, immediately lifted the hem of the robe with both hands, and the first one ran away like a hungry tiger.

"Prince, slow down!"

Xiao Ju and Xiao Zhu exclaimed, hurriedly took the twenty female generals, rushed forward again, tightly protected Xiao Luo'er, and walked to the nearest bonfire.

The crisis in front of her has been solved, and Princess Xin'er, who is protected by Xiaomei and Xiaolan at this moment, is finally completely relieved.

He walked to Han Zijian again generously, and his heart gently leaned on him, and then slowly raised his right hand and touched the scar on his left forehead affectionately.

Looking through the autumn water, thinking about it, this person is close at this moment, and the two watery phoenix eyes of Princess Xin'er are already a kind of irrepressible pain and emotion, and her tears immediately can't help but flow.

I don't want to care about the outcome anymore, looking at the heroic Hanzi Sword like a god of war at this moment, Princess Xin'er will finally let go of her heart, and she seems to be completely deflated.

"Zijian, Zijian, Zijian..."

After muttering twice delicately, Princess Xin'er suddenly closed her long eyelashes, and then her eyes closed slightly, and she fell softly into the thick and warm arms of Hanzi Jian...