Zhan Beihan curled his thin lips and said coldly, "Why do you think I am here to listen to your nonsense?"
Of course it was to delay time for the Dragon Scale Guard to arrive.
The Dragon Scale Guards are the most elite troops under Zhan Beihan, far superior to the Beijing City Guards. Although they are not large in number, they are all top elites.
The city defense army couldn't deal with Yao Wuchen's poisonous smoke, but the Dragon Scale Guards could.
Their equipment is better and they have martial arts to protect themselves. As long as they can survive the poisonous smoke for a quarter of an hour, it will be enough to capture Yao Wuchen alive.
As for A Jian...
Zhan Beihan narrowed his eyes, with murderous intent everywhere: "I want to see if this loyal dog of yours can protect you!"
Yao Wuchen's heart sank and he ordered without hesitation: "Ajian, take me away quickly!"
at the same time.
Zhan Beihan sternly ordered: "Capture Yao Wuchen and Gong Yangqian alive!"
boom--
Invisible murderous aura instantly exploded in the small courtyard.
There was no cry of killing, no roar, hundreds of well-trained black armored dragon scale guards rushed into the courtyard like ghosts, attacking Yao Wuchen and Gong Yangqian without hesitation!
Xiao Lingyue immediately stepped back to avoid being involved in the fight, and at the same time dragged the dumbfounded Shen Yuting to a corner.
Yao Wuchen watched helplessly as the Dragon Scale Guard rushed over, and his hair stood on end for a moment!
"Ajian——"
A Jian bent down without hesitation, lifted Yao Wuchen on his shoulders, and flew towards the roof.
Gongyang Qian, who was thrown into the yard, yelled: "Yao Wuchen!!"
He was left behind!
"Want to run?" Zhan Beihan's figure came towards him like a ghost.
"Your Highness, take the sword!" the Dragon Scale Guard not far away roared, swung his long sword in his hand, and shot towards Zhan Beihan Biao.
Zhan Beihan stretched out his hand to grab the sword without looking, and the sword hilt immediately fell into his hand. He slashed A Jian's back with his sword without hesitation!
Ah Jian's original sword has been lost, and he is now defenseless and carrying a weak Yao Wuchen.
The sword light struck behind me like thunder!
Ah Jian was in mid-air. He wanted to resist the sword forcefully and try to escape even though he was injured.
But he forgot that there were Dragon Scale Guards in all directions.
The small courtyard has a limited area, so it is impossible for too many people to rush in at once, which will cause chaos.
The Dragon Scale Guards were proficient in tactics and did not need Zhan Beihan's personal command, so they consciously divided themselves into three parts. One part rushed into the small courtyard to capture them alive, and the other part set up controls around them to block the enemy's escape route.
Finally, there is a layer of encirclement on the outside, with the largest number of people, and layers of defense to ensure that not even a fly can escape!
While Zhan Beihan was chasing after him, the surrounding Dragon Scale Guards immediately took action.
One in front and one behind, attacking from both sides.
Countless cruel and deadly attacks all hit Ah Jian in mid-air!
"Swish, swish, swish -" The sword was shining and the wind was cold.
A Jian's pupils shrank, reflecting countless sword shadows, and the ink tattoo on his face twitched violently.
The attacks are too dense. No matter which direction he breaks through, he will be fatally struck!
Even though he relies on his quick recovery speed, he is not afraid of getting hurt.
But Yao Wuchen is still on his shoulders!
Once hit, Yao Wuchen is just an ordinary person and will definitely die!
A critical moment——
Ah Jian roared wildly, stuffed Yao Wuchen on his shoulder into his arms, and punched the numerous swords that were coming towards him with a heavy punch!