We can only take a breath first and save some strength to fight the enemy.
Ting Qingyu took out a short sword from her arms, and Che Yue walked over quietly, took the sword out of Ting Qingyu's hand, and then gave her her long sword.
"Use a long sword. Your swordsmanship is too weak. Don't let others hurt you." Cheyue raised her eyebrows proudly, while Ting Qingyu curled her lips and glared at him fiercely.
She knew that he was doing it for her own good, but couldn't this man explain it more clearly? He was just concerned, and he hypocritically said that her swordsmanship was not good, tsk tsk.
"Princess..." Xiu'er called out shyly, and Ting Qingyu glanced at her encouragingly, "Don't be afraid, you and Xiaoyu hide in the woods!" [
Xiu'er was startled, looked at each other with Xiaoyu, and nodded uneasily. They didn't know how to fight anyway, so staying here would only serve as a distraction.
Xiu'er and Xiaoyu obediently got into the woods on the left and hid behind the big tree.
For a while, the path became quiet.
Ting Qingyu drew out his sword, and the silver sword shone coldly, reflecting the green trees on the side.
The sun is high in the sky, the cold wind is howling, and the weather has suddenly dropped a lot in the past two days. Spring always turns warm and cold, which always makes people wary.
Sure enough, not long after, a group of black-clad guards appeared in front of and behind them. Looking at the costumes, they were the black-clad guards from the palace! Sure enough, they were betrayed!
"Catch them alive!" The leading guard in black said coldly. As soon as he raised his hand, all the guards in black swarmed in. However, because the leader ordered to capture them alive, they naturally appeared cautious. For a while, their sword skills were not good.
Ting Qingyu will not be too strenuous.
However, these black-clothed guards may not know which one is the princess. After all, even Che Yue has changed her appearance. Only Chuo Luo and Ling Feng maintain their original appearance.
Suddenly, the forest path seemed crowded. The swords clashed and cold light flashed through. Although they were cautious, Ling Feng and Chuo Luo chopped several guards without mercy. Their momentum was so overwhelming that some black people suddenly
The guards did not dare to approach directly.
A man of about thirty years old slashed at Ting Qingyu's sword with a clang. She held the sword in one hand and stretched out the other hand towards the man like lightning. She grabbed it with her iron claw and gave it a hard swing. The man was stunned.