369. Chapter 368 Blood spilled on Helan dyed snow 8
The five people were shocked. They didn't expect that the enemy who was supposed to be in the mountain crevice actually appeared behind them. The five of them did not come here to ambush. The princess's order was to retreat immediately and report the enemy. So, one of them
He ran away, wanting to report to the princess quickly.
Brother Hu narrowed his red eyes, and a faint red light flashed in his eyes. The long whip in his hand wrapped around the man's neck like a poisonous snake. He pulled the man's neck hard and it became a twisted shape. His hand shook.
, the long whip was retracted, and with another shake the long whip was wrapped around the waist again.
The man who was called eldest brother showed fear on his face, "You, you are Hu Gechi." He was not a high-ranking among the dead soldiers, he was just one of the lowest. I once heard that dozens of dead soldiers went to assassinate Hu Gechi.
Ge Chi had no results. The opponent's kung fu was top-notch and his attacks were extremely ruthless. Now, when he saw that the person in front of him turned out to be the same person as those senior warriors said, he couldn't help but ask out the fear in his heart.
The corners of Hu Gechi's mouth raised and he revealed a cruel smile, "I am Hu Gechi." After saying that, he pulled out the scimitar from his waist and rushed toward the man even more quickly.
Xixia dead soldiers have all undergone rigorous training, and they are willing to die regardless of their level. The remaining four people obviously know that they will not survive today, so naturally they can use up one more point of their opponent's skill, and they can make the opponent injured easily.
Fighting to the death leaves a wound, even if it is a little finger injury, he will not hesitate to risk his life.
It was an archer who had just gone to report the news, but now he was lying on the ground without a sound. There were four people left, two swordsmen and two archers. The swordsmen stepped forward to restrain them, and the archers stepped back to release arrows.
Brother Hu's red scimitar flashed with cold light. When it passed by, it would bring up a layer of blood. The blood spilled to the ground and instantly blended into the layer of moist soil.
The swordsman fought with his life, not caring about being injured, and desperately trying to give the archer a chance.
With two "swish" sounds, two arrows flew out and shot at Hu Gechi from a tricky position.
Hu Gechi spun the scimitar with one hand and stabbed into the waist of a swordsman with a "puff" sound. He threw off his cloak with the other hand. The black cloak spread out like a black flower, and the arrows that were approaching were caught in it. He narrowed his eyes and raised his hand.
He immediately pulled out his scimitar and raised his foot to kick the swordsman away. The other swordsman was the man called Big Brother. He roared and his eyes glowed with blood red, and the knife in his hand was pointed towards Brother Hu.
Just cut it down.
Regardless of what Hu Gechi did, he sent out the scimitar. He only heard the sound of a white blade piercing flesh in his ears. Then he wanted to pull the knife out. Unexpectedly, the swordsman grabbed the scimitar stabbed into his abdomen with his hand, and for a moment
He couldn't pull it out. But at this time, the two archers fired arrows again, and the arrows were aimed at the hand holding the knife.
Brother Hu kicked the swordsman away with his kick, and flew back with the help of his own strength. The arrow grazed his arm, and he was almost injured. The swordsman flew up, drew an arc, and fell heavily.
He fell to the ground. Blood gushed out from his mouth, but he was smiling. The giggle was very strange. His eyes were staring straight at the sky, as if his wish had been fulfilled. But his hand still held the scimitar.
Three of his fingers have been broken but he doesn't know it, so there is no sound.
The remaining two archers roared, seemingly shouting the eldest brother's name. Tears flowed from their eyes reddened by hatred. The bows in their hands were fully drawn, and the arrows flew out incredibly fast.