Absolutely arrogant: The Defying Little Concubine

Chapter 581 [Blood Battle Without Life Valley] (12)

Seeing that Prince Yang Gan was shedding blood for himself and others.

Everyone was both heartbroken and moved. Zhang Qian clenched his fists tightly, biting his lips to bleed. It was the first time he felt so useless. As the bodyguard of His Highness the Crown Prince, he still had to be protected by His Highness. This pierced his heart. the pain!

boom!
Zhang Qian felt a buzzing in his head. The qi in his body seemed to break through the gate and flow freely in his body. Under the huge pressure, he also made a breakthrough, breaking through the threshold of the ninth-level peak in one fell swoop, and took half a step. The rank of martial saints.

drink!
Zhang Qian stepped forward, unsheathed the treasured sword, and cut into the sky with a wisp of light. With wisps of sacred power, he pushed back the iron-backed goshawk that swooped down and wanted to launch a sneak attack.

But his face turned red, and the bones of his whole body were about to be shattered. In front of the holy beast, his half-step martial arts cultivation was not enough to look at, and he only had the ability to withstand a few blows, but that was all, and nothing more. It is far from enough to be able to resist one or two.

boom!
Zhang Qian stopped the iron-backed goshawk's surprise attack for the third time, this time he couldn't hold it any longer, his muscles and veins flowed backwards, his bones seemed to be shattered, he fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time .

laugh!
Without Zhang Qian's restraint, the iron-backed goshawk immediately flew into the sky, grabbing lumps of flesh and blood from time to time.

"Ow!"

The White Wolf King's iron-backed goshawk sneaked up, piercing deeply with steel-hook-like sharp claws, pulling it away from the ground for more than ten feet. He was also beaten until he vomited blood.

"Your Highness, go!"

With bloody tears in Zhang Qian's eyes, he persuaded Yang Gan to leave, but Yang Gan ignored him at all and fought in blood.

"Your Highness, you are the current crown prince, the future king of a country, how can you put yourself in danger for my humble life? If Your Highness makes a mistake, even if we die a hundred times, we will not be able to atone for it!"

Zhang Qian fell to his knees with a thud, and begged Yang Gan and others to leave, not wanting him to die for himself and others.

"Your Highness, please leave!"

Everyone knelt down in unison, wishing to die.

Some of these people are guards who followed Yang Gan, more are warriors selected from the three southern provinces, and some are temporarily invited experts... These people are rebellious, but at this moment they are subdued by Yang Gan, Kneeling at his feet willingly, begging him to leave, not to worry about herself and others.

"Your Highness, keep a useful body, and in the future we will eradicate the Wusheng Cult, just to avenge us."

Everyone shouted in unison, Yang Qian showed hesitation, Bai Wuji also said: "Your Highness, you should make a decision early, you leave first, and I will be the last one with the old man!"

"That prince, I think it's better to go first. If you die, my master will become a lonely family." The white wolf king rolled his eyes and persuaded, "When we turn around to meet with the master, the brothers will come back and kill you. It’s all in one pot here.”

"If you want to go, where are you going? You will all die today!"

The third elder sneered, he had identified the White Wolf King, this guy made him lose face, even if he was beaten to pieces, it would be hard to get rid of the hatred in his heart.

"careful!"

The White Wolf King and the three elders exchanged a move, and his body suddenly became unstable, and he flew backwards. In mid-air, the iron-backed goshawk's eyes lit up, and it swooped down. A pair of sharp claws like steel hooks grabbed it hard. If the cold light is caught by claws, not to mention flesh and blood, even a ball of iron and stone will shatter like tofu.

Huo Yunma cried out in grief, Yang Qian and others were powerless to stop Zhang Qian and the others, who were about to burst into tears, filled with hatred, and blamed themselves for their incompetence. If not for themselves and others, at the speed of the White Wolf King, it would be impossible for them to fall into such a deep death situation of.

In the despair of the crowd, a black light streaked across the sky, and appeared in the sky above the Wusheng Valley in the blink of an eye. It was a pitch-black sword.

(End of this chapter)