The firelight whistled in the night wind, and the tranquility of the night was completely broken by the shouting and screaming. Several figures weaved from tent to tent, creating chaos and trampling on countless people. But there are also strong masters in the Juyizhuang army, and after a period of chaos, they finally received the same military order, and participated in the battle with thunderous means, killing more than ten people who sneaked up on the attack.

Before the fire could reach, a sturdy figure climbed to the top of the mountain under the cover of night and inserted into the battle circle where Qin Yan and Shen Yueyang confronted him. "I'll stop him, you go and save His Highness!" he shouted to Qin Yan succinctly.

Qin Yan turned his head and walked towards the tent.

"Stop!" Shen Yueyang shot out in anger, but was blocked by a snake spear in the horizontal stab, and had to turn around to deal with it.

"Your opponent is me, little rabbit!"

"Bastard, you ...... bastard"

In the midst of their battle, Qin Yan opened the curtain with a sword and walked into the tent.

It was pitch black in the tent, and more than a dozen misty shadows loomed in various places. As soon as Qin Yan showed his head, he heard several strong winds coming to his face. Fortunately, he has a keen perception, and he can also see the situation in the tent in the dark, and immediately swings the autumn dew on the leaves, knocking down all the hidden weapons that attack, and at the same time takes two steps forward, slashing through a knife that is slashed from the side, and then a backhand sword shocks the other person back.

"Your Highness, where are you?" More than a dozen breaths in the tent were of different shades, and Qin Yan didn't know which one was the princess, so he had to ask.

"I'm ......" The delicate voice only said two words, and it was cut off by life and turned into a vague whimper.

But these two words have already revealed the position of the princess, Qin Yan's body is like an arrow, and he swept to the front in an instant, but he pounced. A cloudy and decaying aura had moved the princess away one step earlier. But it doesn't matter, Qin Yan has locked the princess's aura, and no matter which way the person runs, he can't escape his tracking.

What made him scruple was the killing intent that suddenly rose from the other party, and the decaying and mottled aura contained a faint taste of death, which made him slow down a little.

At the place where he perceived, an old voice sounded in the darkness: "If you dare to make a rash move, don't blame the old man for destroying the flowers!" His voice was faint and ethereal, and he was changing positions while speaking. It's a pity that Qin Yan has locked his breath, and this kind of trick can only make him sneer secretly.

Qin Yan stood in place and responded: "General Chao's army is coming, and the destruction of you is just around the corner." Let the princess go, or you will die without a place to bury!"

The voice in the darkness smiled, full of disdain.

Qin Yan didn't expect such childish words to really impress the other party, he just took this opportunity to expand his divine thoughts, and set up a spiritual channel nearby for him to use his divine powers, and then quietly waited for the other party to be caught.

There was a moment of silence, and the breathing of someone in the darkness became more and more rapid, and his heartbeat was like a drum. The other person was next to him, seemingly secretly encouraging him.

'The quality of these people is really uneven, and before Young Master Ben made a move, he was scared ......like this' Qin Yan thought secretly, and suddenly sensed that the old aura walking around him was close to the edge of the divine thought network he had laid out, so that he could break out at this time.

Thinking together, the world in the tent was divided into pitch-black picture scrolls, Qin Yan interspersed with them, and in less than a moment, he flashed to the side of the old breath along the vein of divine thoughts, and the autumn dew on the leaves in his palm slashed off, and his left hand stretched, and he hugged the noble princess Her Royal Highness into his arms.

The old guy was not slow to react, and he narrowly dodged Qin Yan's fatal attack when he couldn't make a move, but his left arm shook, only to find that the princess had fallen into the hands of the other party.

"Kill him!" he hissed.

At this time, Qin Yan had already returned to his original place along the vein of his divine thoughts, and strode towards the outside of the tent.

The two shadows rushed forward, trying to stop them, but suddenly they heard the frost and cold hitting their faces, and a brilliant sword light passed through their necks, separating their bodies in an instant. Before the blood could be sprayed, Qin Yan had already run past, kicked away another person who rushed next to him, and waved his sword to pick up the curtain.

The light of the flames from the outside world came into view, and it was time for the great thing to be done. But he suddenly sensed that a crisis was coming, not from the enemy chasing after him, but from ...... A princess in your arms!

He followed his instinctive reaction and threw the person in his arms out as soon as possible, but he was still a beat slower, and the cold hit his waist, although he contracted his waist and abdomen, he was still slashed by a sharp blade, and the paralysis suddenly spread from the wound, and the waist and below quickly lost consciousness.

What a sharp knife! What a powerful poison! With his bloody body, he could only barely contain the tendency of the poison to penetrate into his chest, but his lower body was temporarily unable to move. At this time, he maintained the posture of running out, and he couldn't even turn around, and when he heard the wind behind his head, he was accompanied by a smug and sharp laugh: "No matter how high your martial arts skills are, if you are hit by my dragon slaying dagger, you have to be obediently planted! Hehehehe, stupid ......."

With the light cast from outside the tent, Qin Yan caught a glimpse of a black and thin short man smiling strangely and rushing towards him, and a wave of nausea suddenly appeared in his heart: Young Master Ben hugged the "princess" for a long time just now, is this this thing?

What a fuck!

With an uncontrollable killing intent, the mercury-like sword light poured down, and the demonic halo froze the short figure that rushed over in the air, and after a cold air flow blew, the body was scattered into a cloud of ice crystal fragments. On a certain face that had condensed into frost, the smug and distorted smile was still frozen in it.

More figures rushed from three directions behind him, and Qin Yan didn't move much, only calmly waved the autumn dew on the leaves, and vented the pent-up anger in his heart in a contemptuous way.

No matter what kind of bullshit princess it is, you will all die to Lao Tzu!

The frosty sword qi penetrated the distorted space, passed through the barrier of blood and iron armor, and floated on the cloth curtain carved with exquisite patterns, condensing into a layer of ice crystals. Then, it was dyed a brilliant crimson by fresh blood.

Due to the condensation of sword intent, the sword body of Qiu Lu on the leaf turned into a dull gray white, and the halo spread all over the tent, enveloping all the incoming enemies.

The excitement is always short-lived, the tragic uproar is coming to an end, the killing is over, and the mood is calming.

There were still two people left in the tent, and the young warrior guarded the princess, his heart beating like a drum, and he stared in horror at the shattered corpses in the tent, and his mouth unconsciously whimpered.

In a moment, the toxin was gradually eliminated by the blood, Qin Yan's lower body regained consciousness, let out a long breath, turned around, looked at the trembling warriors after the mess, and said, "This one is finally a real princess, right?"