The Empress’s Gigolo

The terrestrial offering was dignified, and the pressure from the big man in front of him was too great.

As soon as he passed the sword, as long as it wasn't the point, the other party wouldn't hide or dodge.

"Uncle, what about my axe? Who threw it over me." Hongbao was a little annoyed when he couldn't get the offering and shouted.

"Master, then." Someone immediately ran away from the war group and ran away with an axe and threw it in this direction.

Now that the overall situation is set, there are no more than thirty alive knights, and they are still rapidly decreasing, even if they can't run.

Even if Zema escapes, someone will bend the bow and shoot the arrow directly.

The remaining manpower did not have any slight pressure on the ancients in the field.

Hongbao's opponent naturally did not want him to receive it. Now an axe can't fight it, and seeing how hard the other party hasn't made it. If the two axes really can't fight it.

"Did the seventh prince run away? As long as he runs away, he can leave." The enshrined thought in his mind, but naturally he could not see it from this angle, and the seventh prince was stopped early.

Dedicated to seeing the two in front of him, he put the seventh prince aside and whispered: "Your Highness, you go first."

The seventh prince gritted his teeth and left quickly without looking back.

He couldn't figure out why these people would come to kill himself and send so many masters, except Qi Zixiao, who was Hong Wu.

These people don't seem to be in the army, that is, Qi Zixiao wants to kill himself.

why? Her talent is not high, she does not stand out among the eleven brothers, and she has not done anything to offend Qi Zixiao. Why did she kill herself?

The seventh prince is about to bite his teeth. Although I don't know why, as long as he can go back alive, he will definitely revenge today.

Seeing that the seventh prince was about to enter the jungle, he suddenly heard the sound of breaking air from behind, his body leaped to the side, and then he screamed.

The thigh was shot through by a javelin, and even the bones were broken.

Step by step came a big man with five scars on his face. If that paw print is deeper, I'm afraid his eyes are gone. At this time, his face is killing.

Yu Guang glanced at the distance, but the offering was entangled by two people who could not get rid of him. As long as he had the intention of leaving, the two must have used wounds to replace the wounds.

This made him cold.

The ancients regarded the battle death as glory. Even after death, the bones would be buried in the 60,000 mountains, and the British soul was with countless ancestors.

Therefore, these ancient people never seemed to know what the hurt was, nor did they fear death.

This is one of the most feared aspects of other countries.

The seventh prince stepped forward to the big man in front of him and shuddered.

The fear of death was over him.

Never thought that I would die here in such a situation. If he had known this already, he would never go to Dayao.

If he didn't pay too much attention to the dragon scale dragon blood and the unicorn blood, how could he go out in person.

I didn't expect to be killed.

"Why did Qi Zixiao kill me? Why?" The seventh prince twitched his face, howling with anger and despair, and the bottle he had been holding tightly in his hands was thrown out by him.

However, the opposite Han did not answer him in the slightest, directly nailed the seventh prince to the ground with a javelin, and then cut off his head with another knife.

When the javelin was worn on the ground, the seventh prince suddenly flashed a face.

Is it because of him? But why exactly?

In the vicinity of the carriage, the battle has come to an end. One hundred people are in the middle stage, let alone a person. Even the horse has not missed a horse, but only one dead body.

Wei Gu stared at the sky with his eyes wide, while his body was a few meters away.

It was too late to run for the terrestrial class. Apart from Hong Bao, who was opposite him, there were five or six big men holding their arms and laughing there.

"Sir, you are the slowest."

Hongbao scolded with red eyes: "Mother, this **** is too slippery."

Two wheel-sized axes waved like windmills in his hands, and the ground around him was almost dug three feet away, and ravines covered a hundred meters.

Although the opponent was already injured, he still did not take it down.

That enshrined with a sorrow, and I can't live today. But the dignity of the fetal grade made him unwilling to die like this, even if he died, he would pull the other person on his back.

Soon, he found a gap, and the whole man fit into the shadow of the axe. The sword in his hand suddenly disappeared and disappeared before it appeared before Hongbao's throat.

"Alas," Hongbao's axe in his right hand suddenly speeded up a lot and cut off the offering from his chest.

The other axe of Hongbao flew out, blocking his left hand directly in front of his throat.

The ancients were very defensive. Before the death, a sword penetrated his palm and was caught. It just caused a small wound in the throat.

"Mother, it's quite difficult. If you die, you have to bite Lao Tzu." Hong Bao threw the axe aside, pulled out the long sword from his left palm with his right hand, and tossed the enshrined skull to the ground.

"Let's see if there are any living people. I'll see if I don't let that Wang Ba run away." Hong Bao shouted, and went to the other battlefield with an axe.

But by the time he arrived, it was over, surrounded by seven or eight ground wheels, and the storm attack was replaced with injury. The enshrinement did not run away. One person was killed before death, and three were injured.

Hongbao used to look at the big man whose neck was severed. It was a pity that this **** was pretty good except for the bad smell.

"Back him, don't let him run outside. Go back first, then find a place to deal with the body, and send it back to Dashan." Hongbao explained.

"Yes." The others didn't say much, and carried him directly on his body, regardless of the blood flow on him.

This is brother's blood, nothing to be dismissed.

Hongbao stepped on the enshrined head with another foot, and the big man with five claw marks on his face passed over the head of the seventh prince: "Master."

Hongbao took a look and took a look: "The task is completed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Go back and pack up and prepare to withdraw."

Someone just shouted, "Master, there is a team of people, like the caravan that came back from us."

"See us?"

"Seen, they pulled back."

"Kill it all," Hong Bao said coldly, looking up and looking out into the distance. Sure enough, a group of people hurried to the distance.

Eight people chased to the caravan, while others destroyed some distinctive wounds on the body.

For example, few people in Daxia used this heavy weapon for the wound caused by that mace, and this was used by many ancient people.

When Hongbao passed the carriage of the seventh prince, he glanced inside, and saw a stunning woman leaning in it, a dagger inserted into her chest, and she had no breath.

There were tears on his face.