Fuzhu wanted to run back, she couldn't let the princess have an accident, but when she saw the dozens of people opposite, she shouted at Liang Zhi: "Go find someone!" I'm going to help the princess! ”

Helan and the guards of the palace fought with the dozens of people, and the other party had weapons in their hands, but the two of them did not.

However, when He Lan took out a thin whip out of thin air in his hand, everyone else was stunned.

The woman shook the whip in her hand, and the sound was especially clear in the night, with bursts of echoes.

The whip shot flexibly, instantly wrapped around the throat of a person opposite, and pulled it with a fierce hand!

The person dragged it in front of him, and He Lan pinched the other party's throat.

"Squeak—"

The sound of bones shattering!

That man, died on the spot!

Fuzhu, who rushed over to see it, was shocked.

Helan was always at the center of those people's attacks, and when she saw this scene, she knew that it was for her.

*

On Yanjing Road at night, it is deserted.

The woman in the middle moves violently, her hands are ruthless, and her fierce gaze is like a snake and scorpion, without temperature, like a blood-stained star, and there is no mercy at all!

Anyone who is restrained by her will not die!

Shake off the whip, tap your toes to the ground, lift a long knife, pick it up and slash at the person coming from the side!

The two knives collided, making a piercing sound, and He Lan's strong internal force scraped away, and the person was instantly knocked away and died on the spot!

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the people had died.

It had been a long time since Helan had killed someone, and she knew that the target of these people was herself, so she suddenly turned around and ran in the other direction of the palace!

As soon as they saw her fleeing, they immediately chased after her.

He Lan sharply warned Fuzhu behind, "Don't follow!" ”

Seeing that those people were all leaving, Fuzhu was in a hurry, and behind him was the person who had just run over from King Yao's mansion.

Obviously, it was only a few breaths, and they didn't come slowly, but Fuzhu was still angry: "It's so slow!" What do you want to do! ”

The dark guard asked, "What about the princess?" ”

"The princess won't let us follow!" Fuzhu was about to cry urgently.

*

He Lan flew all the way to the remote place, the first time he used light skills, he was not very skilled, but it was only for a while, and then he turned left and right and ran into the alley.

Those people watched He Lan's figure shuttle flexibly, and they ran away in a few clicks, their faces darkened.

"Split up!"

A group of people chased them down the alley.

"Ahh

He Lan suddenly appeared, and the big knife in his hand instantly pierced the man's heart!

Without hesitation!

The big knife was pulled out, and blood splattered her face, especially striking on her fair face!

When the three or four people who followed rushed over, He Lan's feet swept over, tripped one of them, cut off the big knife, and separated his head!

Strong internal strength and sharp techniques!

The four of them collapsed in the cold night in the blink of an eye, never to get up again.

"Uh-"

He Lan looked back at the cut on his shoulder.

The person who cut her trembled a little when he saw the woman's gaze.

That's the look of a dead man.

He Lan bluntly pulled out the knife on the wound and broke it fiercely, and the big knife was broken!

The tip of the broken knife was turned around by He Lan and instantly stabbed into the man's throat!

Punch hard!

Blood vessels burst, spray her all over!

The knife wound on his shoulder was very deep, and He Lan didn't stay long, holding his shoulder and leaving along the path.

Faintly, she heard hurried footsteps, she pushed open a door and got in, listening to the sound of footsteps running outside the door a little later, and her heart sank and sank.

But when she looked up, she was stunned.

It was a mansion, and the door was open in the cloister opposite, and a man stood in the doorway, as quiet as a lake.

The man had gray hair, a long figure, and his eyes were like a clear spring.