Stunning female slave, princess of troubled times

Brother Hu's face darkened, and the scimitar in his hand turned into a silver light and slashed towards Yang Hua.Today, he just got the news that someone had sneaked into the palace, so he sent people to secretly strengthen the guards of the whole palace at night. The guards who had just patrolled claimed that there was noise in the courtyard where Zhang Jue lived, so he went straight to the courtyard without thinking about it.Unexpectedly, he actually saw such a scene.

Yang Hua's heart trembled, he didn't want to fight Hu Gechi here.Half of the battle is already defeated, and it is even more impossible to win if you only think about escaping.

The scimitar is like a round of moonlight, and when it is chopped down, a gust of cold wind is generated.Hu Gechi let out a soft drink, and the blade went straight to Yang Hua's left shoulder and slashed at it.The opponent's kung fu is not weak, if you want to catch alive, you must seize the right time to injure the opponent.

There was a flash of coldness in Yang Hua's eyes, and with a push of his hand, he pushed Mrs. Zhang to the front.If he was given a choice between completing the mission or getting injured and losing his life, he would choose the latter without hesitation.Life is gone, what's the use of getting more.Unless it is absolutely necessary, he must try his best to survive.

The scimitar was extremely fast, but when the move was completed, another person suddenly appeared in front of the target. Brother Hu snorted coldly, and temporarily changed his move to slant the scimitar.The other party is A Nuo's mother, and he must not hurt her.

Mrs. Zhang exclaimed, feeling that the blade was slashing down at her side, a piece of clothing was cut, and fell to the ground like a butterfly with broken wings.Just at this moment, she personally felt the fear of death.If she hadn't experienced it herself, she would never have believed that she would break out in a cold sweat at this moment.

"Don't hurt my wife." General Zhang shouted angrily, and the figure rushed over from behind quickly.

Naturally, Hu Ge Chi would not waste such a good opportunity, the front and rear pincers would definitely hurt Yang Hua.The oblique scimitar rotated an arc, twisted his wrist and stabbed towards Yang Hua.

Yang Hua's complexion changed, he twisted his body and pushed his palms, pushing Mrs. Zhang out of the way, forcing Brother Hu to change his moves.On the other side, raising your foot is a kick.He kicked on the chest of General Zhang who was rushing towards him, with such strength that he kicked General Zhang far away.

With a muffled groan, General Zhang coughed up a mouthful of blood while covering his chest with his hands.His face was gloomy like ice, and his eyes were even more angry and resentful, "I'm so blind that I misread you."

Yang Hua spat, at this moment he couldn't care less about playing tricks with others.As soon as the figure moved, he wanted to approach the window, he wanted to escape, he wanted to get out of here quickly.

Hu Gechi caught Mrs. Zhang who was being pushed over, and the moves in his hand stopped abruptly again.Seeing that Yang Hua was about to escape, he immediately dodged and chased after him.

Mrs. Zhang staggered and fell to the ground, her face was bloodless.With a glance, he saw General Zhang lying on the ground, the pool of blood in front of him was so dazzling. "Sir, you..."

"I'm fine..." General Zhang forced himself to stand up, and strode to Madam Zhang to protect her.

It's too late to say it, everything just happened in an instant.Hu Gechi's figure is like a charm, he has already chased Yang Hua with a little light work, but after all, he was half a beat too late, and the scimitar in his hand could only be projected out.

The scimitar rotated at an extremely fast speed, and the cold blade turned into a circle of light, flying straight towards Yang Hua.

Yang Hua only heard the sound of the wind behind him, and when the sharp figure hid, a silver light flew in front of him, and then flew back after a turn.His expression changed, and he no longer cared about running away, and finally pulled out the weapon at his waist.