Stunning female slave, princess of troubled times

The door of the imperial study room opened suddenly, and a man walked over with a sword in hand.

You shade him, but you can still see his slender figure.He was dressed in black, with intricate golden patterns embroidered on the edge of the sleeves.

"True gold..."

Hu Gechi stopped, and the hand holding the scimitar tightened again.His hazel eyes narrowed, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhen Jin gently rolled up his long sleeves, the expression on his face could not be seen clearly with the light behind his back.

"True gold, get out of the way, I want to see Father Khan."

"Hu Ge Chi, let's go!" Zhen Jin's fingers caressed the blade of the sword with a calm tone.

Holding the scimitar in his bare hand, Brother Hu rushed forward without saying a word.He didn't even think about giving up, this time he came to block everything.He wants to ask, ask why his father Khan Kublai Khan is unwilling to help his mother rectify his name, and why he is unwilling to abolish the woman of Chabi.

This is revenge for killing his mother, and he has to avenge it.

The long sword in Zhenjin's hand was like a living snake, and every move was to attack Hugechi's weak spot flexibly.He didn't want to kill Hu Gechi, but he had to do it.Knowing that things were not that simple back then, it has to be said that Queen Chabi also had a lot of responsibility.

He and Kugochi are destined to stand on opposite sides.

When the weapons collided, dazzling sparks were created, and the cold wind blew out bursts of murderous aura.No matter which one it is, you have to use your best to stand here.

Huge's red scimitar slashed at Zhenjin fiercely, he only wanted to ask clearly in person, even if he forced his own father Khan, he would also pull Queen Chabi off her horse.What's more, he has a question that is difficult to understand in his heart, and he wants to ask it clearly, and ask it clearly.Whether it is to let oneself give up, or to let oneself really clear up the confusion, this road has to be taken.

The martial arts of the two were originally equal, so why not Hu Gechi who has been fighting for real gold all year round?

In the blink of an eye, the two had already made dozens of moves against each other.

Suddenly, a group of people appeared on the right side of the imperial study, and more than [-] dead soldiers rushed into the battle circle.

The originally evenly matched duel suddenly began to tilt towards Hu Gechi and his party. The twenty dead soldiers were the last masters of Xixia, eighteen of them joined the battle, and the other two rushed towards the imperial study room.

"Tuoba Yanrong..." Brother Hu yelled angrily, with a little fishy light in his eyes.

The eyes of real gold are cold, and there is no hand left under the long sword.

The scimitar swung, the long sword blocked, no matter which move was done with all their strength, they just wanted to quickly deal with the person in front of them.

Tuoba Yanrong gritted her teeth, "If you can't do it, I'll do it for you. It's all about avenging the hundreds of thousands of my Western Xia subjects." She clenched her dagger tightly and rushed directly to the imperial study room.

Brother Hu's red eyes turned cold, and he turned towards her, "No, that's my father."

A cold light flashed in Tuoba Yanrong's eyes, and she shouted "Be careful...", but her body involuntarily threw herself towards the stabbing sword.

The long sword came out from the chest, and the murderous intent in the eyes of the real gold was overwhelming. When it was pulled out forcefully, a string of blood spurted out.Under the moonlight, the blood beads were like coral, but with a strange shimmer.

Tuoba Yan looked at Zhen Jin, a line of blood was left at the corner of her mouth, she opened her mouth, covered the wound with her hands but couldn't stop the bleeding hole no matter what. "Hehe... I didn't expect it, it's still like this..."

Hu Gechi didn't look at her any longer, the scimitar had already slashed at the real gold again.

Tuoba Yanrong lay down slowly, looking at the layer of silver snow on the roof and the moon in the sky with both eyes, and finally closed his eyes.

Defeated, lost, but such a death was what she wanted wholeheartedly.