Qin Huo barely suppressed the subordinates who were about to move, and he just felt relieved, and suddenly felt a chill behind him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Without thinking, he swung his knife and slashed behind him, but his wrist was held by one person.

The man didn't use much strength, but Qin Huo's heart was empty when he looked at him, and the hand he was holding tightly also loosened. The saber slammed into the ground with a thud, causing everyone around him to look at him.

It was a young man, who was lightly stepping on Qin Huo's mount's ass at the moment, and no one knew how he got into the army, and no one knew where he came from.

But everyone knows that he is definitely not a man.

It was a very handsome young man, with well-defined features and prominent angularities, but his expression was urgent, and his gaze was constantly wandering, as if he was looking for something.

It's strange that he clearly has an army in his hands at the moment, but he feels that he can't help the other party. Qin Huo was frightened and wanted to force his hand back, but he felt that he didn't obey the call, for fear of slightly alarming the other party, and the iron sword held in the opponent's right hand would rush towards his neck.

"Strange, no one is there?"

Qin Huo heard the man muttering vaguely, and immediately felt a flower in front of him, but saw that the man had already flown dozens of feet away, and disappeared at the end of heaven and earth in a blink of an eye.

The man only appeared and disappeared in an instant, but everyone present felt as if time had stood still, as if a lifetime had passed at once. When the man left, all the Yi soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had picked up a life out of thin air.

Qin Huo's lieutenant wiped the sweat on his head, his hands were staggered, only to feel that his palms were cold sweat, he saw that Qin Huo was still motionless in the direction where the man disappeared, carefully pushed his back, and said, "General, who is that......?" It can't be a ghost, right?"

"Nonsense, where did the ghost come from!" Qin Huo scolded, but thinking of the ghost-like figure of the man, this last sentence was not very sure. But everyone in the world knows that the most feared by ghosts are sharp weapons and soldiers, and now it is noon, the sun is in full bloom, where is there any powerful ghost who dares to haunt among thousands of soldiers?

What's more, he just held his hand...... His hands seem to be warm.

It's a living person, definitely a human being!

After confirming that the other party was just an ordinary person, Qin Huo's courage suddenly strengthened a lot, and his brain turned faster: "This person seems to be looking for someone in the army, who is he looking for?" But he also said that the person is not in the army...... "After all, Qin Huo is the president and commander of the Yiren army, and he thinks about everything in all aspects, and nothing is missing." He thought carefully, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly woke up: "Eight days ago, the high priest and Emperor Han parted ways with us, is this person looking for them?" Looking at the direction in which the man left, Qin Huo was anxious. If this man is against them, what is it?

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The night was deeper, Han Feng looked up at the starry sky, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Qin's good news should have arrived." ”

The Great Radiant Star is still bright, just like Rahu and Jidu.

Zhang Lejin's group of ten had just arrived at him from Fengguan Mangcheng, and they were still in charge of his escort. But these young people knew what he was capable of, so they were all surprised when they saw the military doctor changing the bandages for Han Feng.

Of course, this surprise vanished when they saw the snow.

The person who could fight the most was injured, and the burden on Zhang Lejin's ten people was undoubtedly much heavier, and while the burden was heavier, Zhang Lejin spoke more and more casually in front of Han Feng.

"The snow is not cold, and the snow is cold. The saint's injuries are not healed now, so don't blow the wind outside the tent. Zhang Lejin was a little annoyed after saying this, thinking that this tone was similar to that of the eunuchs in the palace.

The group of ten is connected by one heart, and what he thinks, the other people naturally know. Zhang Lejin heard a lot of ridicule in his heart in an instant, and couldn't help but be annoyed and angry, and secretly scolded that he would take turns to serve in the future, and no one would look at anyone.

When he was fighting a "belly war", Zhang Lejin suddenly heard the warning of "ten": "People are coming from the southeast, coming so quickly!"

"Is it good news?" This was Zhang Lejin's first reaction, but it was dispelled in an instant.

"Faster than pigeons. "Ten" exclaimed. Before Zhang Lejin could react, he saw that the emperor in front of him suddenly turned his head to look at the southeast, and then he pulled out his purple gold machete and flew over to meet him.

"Holy Lord, your injuries are not healed yet!" Zhang Lejin's head suddenly rose by two sizes, but it was too late to stop him, and at this moment, the sound of knives and guns was already heard from the "ten", and it was obvious that he had exchanged hands with the other party.

He was not alone in the location of "Ten", there were "nine" and "eight" on both sides of him, and "six" and "seven" should have rushed to his side after receiving the letter.

The team of 10 has always been involved in moving the whole body, and there is no mistake. And the tacit understanding and strength of no one to attack together gave them the confidence to deal with any enemy - of course, if the enemy was Han Feng, then it would be an exception.

However, such meticulous defense and attack could not hurt the opponent in the first blow.

When he heard the sound of the Jin Ge hitting each other like a pearl falling on a jade plate, Zhang Lejin felt a chill in his heart: The other party seems to be difficult to deal with. He wanted to speed up his pace, but felt a slight pain in his chest.

These ten people were in the same breath, and his chest ached, and someone must have been injured. Zhang Lejin was in a hurry, and looked forward, only to see that in the flickering cold light, someone came and slashed at the top of his brother's head with a sword.

"Be careful!" Although he knew that the thoughts in his heart had already been transmitted at the beginning of the thought, Zhang Lejin still shouted involuntarily.

At this time, Han Feng had already arrived, and sealed the sword with a sword.

"Zhan Fan!" Han Feng shouted, "It's all your own people, what are you fighting!"

"Who is your own person with you, the antidote?" Han Feng didn't expect Zhan Fan to stop, and without thinking, a sword came at him again.

The group of ten relieved themselves and hurriedly shouted around, "There are assassins!

In normal times, Han Feng was not afraid of Zhan Fan, but he was injured at this time, and his kung fu was naturally discounted, not to mention that he didn't want to hurt Zhan Fan, but Zhan Fan was like a mad tiger, as if he had to bite him before he would stop. The momentum was lost and the momentum was lost, and Han Feng was beaten in a hurry for a while, and he was almost injured under the sword several times.

Seeing that the people around him were getting more and more around, although the group of ten couldn't intervene but were busy with Zhang Luo's soldiers coming over, Han Feng was angry, thinking that these soldiers were far from Zhan Fan, wouldn't it be in vain to come blindly to give their lives, and couldn't help scolding: "Bastard, spread out!" However, when the words fell, he saw a silver light coming from the side, and Luo Huaixin shouted loudly: "Holy Lord, I'm here to help!"

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