"Protect the General!"

Adjutant General Wei Chi Kuo opened his fire and shouted at the shield guards around Han Wen.

In fact, there is no need for Wei Chi Kuo to order, these shield guards have been in battle for a long time, and have undergone strict selection and training, plus Han Wen has always loved soldiers, in this critical advance, the shield guards are not afraid of death, and they protect each other, and do not hesitate to protect the lord with their lives. It's just that after the chaos of the raid, these sturdy guards calmed down, and dozens of shields and armor were combined, quickly forming a three-layer protection separated by shields, and surrounded Han Wen in a semicircle, and the shield armor greeted the sky like a copper wall, looking unbreakable.

As soon as the formation was formed, the blood-colored lightsaber shot down with a bloody aura.

"Peng—"

The moment the blood sword and the shield faced, the first shield instantly shattered and exploded, followed by the screams of the guards and two other explosions, and the shield chips and blood splattered in all directions.

The Blood Light Flying Sword easily broke through the three-layer shield protection, as if it had eyes, and shot straight at Hangul.

Han Wen held the long sword Qiushui in his hand, and did not move to escape, only two slender blood rays shot from his eyes.

He already knew the gap between immortal cultivators and mortals, and at this moment, it was impossible to escape! It's just that as soon as he falls, the entire Great Xia Kingdom will be overturned, and the ferocity of the Cao clan of the southern Wei Dynasty will be slaughtered, not to mention the royal family and the Han family, and the entire Yanjing City will be ruined!

"Feng'er, go for your father!"

With a "dang long", Han Wen threw the sword in his hand, looked up to the sky and sighed, and closed a pair of tiger eyes.

At this time, he was powerless to return to the sky, there was no fear on his face, and his heart was full of unwillingness and concern.

"Whoa—"

"Dang!"

The long-awaited period of death did not come, but the sound of the impact of gold and stone penetrated into both ears. Han Wen's eyes widened, and the blood-light flying sword that had just arrived had already stabbed obliquely to the ground, the sword body trembled and buzzed, and there was another blue-handled long sword next to it that also sank into the ground half a foot and shook endlessly.

Look at it again, there is a big cyan bird in the air, a pair of young men and women stand on the back of the bird, one is white-clothed like snow, the other is red-shirted like charcoal, the fairy clothes are fluttering, the aura is extraordinary, like a golden boy and a jade girl, it is particularly eye-catching.

"General, Childe is back, it's Childe!" I don't know which soldier had sharp eyes, and at a glance he saw the white-clothed young man on the back of the blue bird, and shouted loudly as if he had met a savior.

At this sound, all the soldiers raised their heads, and a touch of hope and expectation appeared on their faces, everyone knew that Gongzi Han Feng had a spiritual root and was sent to Xianshan to learn immortal arts, if it was really this big summer who returned, the general, Yanjing City, and Great Xia Kingdom would really be saved.

Han Wen was stunned by this sound, he raised his big hand and rubbed his eyes, looked at it again, and couldn't help but burst into tears!

"Wind!"

This voice was full of affection, and these old tears were soaked with endless joy and bitterness.

"Father, I'm scared of you, the wind is not filial, it's too late!"

The green spirit bird flew over, the white clothes floated, and Han Feng jumped down.

"It's really you! Feng'er, you're finally back! Is being a father a dream? Han Wen didn't seem to believe his eyes, so he rushed over and grabbed Han Feng's shoulder, looking up and down carefully. I haven't seen him for more than three years, and when I look at Han Feng, who has already risen to a high foot, and has gone from a former child to a handsome young man, an inexplicable excitement swelled in my heart.

"Father, are you hurt?" Han Feng saw the wound on Han Wen's shoulder and asked urgently.

Han Wen nodded, did not speak, his eyes were still on his son, as if he had not seen enough.

Han Feng shook his hand, took out a snow-white hemostatic water spirit flower from the storage bag, put it in his mouth and chewed it a few times, and applied it to Han Wen's wound. This flower was naturally picked by the Chaotic Demon Forest and Xiong Kun together, and it had the miraculous effect of stopping bleeding and healing, although the effect of making the pill was better, but Han Feng did not know how to refine the pill at this time, so he directly took out this water spirit flower in a hurry.

"Father, you sit down and rest first, and I will kill this bastard to avenge your blood hatred!"

Looking at the deep wound on his father's shoulder and the exposed flesh, Han Feng couldn't help but be angry, and with one hand, the blue-handled spirit sword on the ground, Qingshuang, came out of the ground and went straight into Han Feng's palm.