Seeing the young girl act this way, Harba La showed no signs of panic. In fact, he was a strong martial artist, if not for his heartfelt desire to tease the young girl, she would have already been killed by him. He did not want to wait for this moment, seeing the young girl seek death, he suppressed his desire to continue teasing her, and with a single step, he arrived in front of her.

The young girl's head, which was originally hit by the wooden stake, actually fell headfirst into Harba La's embrace. By the time she could react, she was already tightly held by Harba La.

"Hahaha, little lady, you can't wait to throw yourself into her arms. Alright, alright, alright. We'll immediately enter the bridal room." Harba La burst into laughter. Despite the girl twisting and struggling in his embrace and feeling her soft body, Harba La became intoxicated.

"This Chinese woman is very soft and beautiful, especially that of Jiangnan. It's as if she's made of water. This general's luck with women is quite deep." Harba La thought to himself as he picked up the girl and carried her to the big bed in the tent.

It had been three days since the girl had been captured. If it weren't for the fact that the soldiers had seen his beautiful appearance and wanted to offer her up to Harbara to please their general, the girl would have already been humiliated.

"I didn't expect myself to still be unable to escape this calamity." The girl's body was weak now. She thought about her sisters who had been killed by the police and the sisters who had been humiliated by the police. Her eyes were full of hatred as she glared at Harbara, wishing she could eat him up.

Harba La threw the young girl onto the bed. Looking at her handsome appearance, he couldn't help but feel an itch in his heart. Evil fire filled his heart, and he quickly took off the clothes on his upper body.

The young girl closed her eyes as tears flowed down her face. She felt a figure slowly approaching her and her heart was filled with despair. At this moment, a loud voice suddenly rang out from outside the tent.

"Sir, this official has an urgent military report!"

Hearing his words, Harba Lala's anger was immediately replaced by fury. He shouted towards the outside of the tent, "Scram! Military information can be discussed once the sun rises."

"That won't do, my lord. They are messengers from the majority, saying that they have a secret decree from the emperor."

Hearing that, Harba La suppressed the anger in his heart. He hastily put on his clothes and cursed loudly, "Damn it, this old man's mood is ruined."

"My wife, wait for me to come back before you come back." Harba La stretched out his hand to touch the young girl's face and laughed out loud. Then, he placed his hand on the young girl's nose and sniffed.

"How fragrant!"

Harbarra laughed out loud and walked out of the tent. Just as he lifted the flap of the tent, a cold light pierced towards him.

In the end, Harbar had been through a hundred battles. Although he couldn't see what was happening outside the tent, a sense of impending doom assaulted him. With a twist of his body, he dodged the fatal blow.

"Hey!"

The people outside the tent saw that their ace attack was actually dodged by Harba. They were surprised, but the movements of their hands did not slow down. They brandished their swords, and with a piercing sound, the curtain was torn apart.

Although Darbara had dodged the incoming attack, his waist was still injured. He saw another sword attack coming and rolled on the ground. Although he was in a sorry state, he had managed to keep his life.

The man did not give Harba La a chance to retaliate, the sword in his hand did not leave Harba La's vital points, every move was vicious, he wanted to kill Harba La in one blow.

Although Harba'a was tall, he had still joined the army for more than ten years. After all, he had been through hundreds of battles and had achieved countless meritorious deeds. He had crawled out from a pile of corpses, and his survival skills had become his body's instinct.

If it were an ordinary martial artist, they would have already died to this marvelous sword technique. From this, it could be seen that Harba La was truly powerful and was worthy of being called a military hero.

Seeing the enemy's attacks becoming more and more urgent and the wounds on his body gradually increasing, Harba Ba La knew that if this went on, he would not be able to keep his life, so he shouted out loud and activated Iron Palm which he had been practicing for a long time.

He leaped in the direction of his treasured blade, and at the same time, he struck out with his left palm towards his enemy's sword. He extended his right hand and placed it on the hilt of his treasured blade hanging on the pillar.

Harba's Iron Palm was already on fire, and with a ding sound, it actually blocked the incoming sword, producing a metallic sound.

However, just by relying on Iron Sand Palm, he was able to take down his palm, which made him underestimate his ability. As a result, his dantian was lucky, and the sword on his sword became extremely cold, with a piercing sound, it was as if the cloth was torn apart, only to see the tip of the sword piercing through Harba's palm, causing blood to flow out from the blade.

Harba La only felt a pain in his left hand as his heart was filled with great hatred. His Iron Palm that he had practiced for more than ten years was broken just like that, and his right hand brandished his treasured blade, slashing at the enemy in front of him, with the intention of hacking him in half.

The man inwardly praised Harba La's ruthlessness, but his hand did not slow down in the slightest. He pulled his sword out of Harba La's hand and swung it. With a clang, he blocked the incoming slash.

He didn't expect that Harba would be so strong that the sword in his hand would hum and tremble. His arm went numb, and his movements also slowed down. Harba took the opportunity to take the knife again and finally switched from passive to active.

"Kill!"

With a loud shout, killing intent surged out from Harba La's body, all the moves in his hand were fatal, and his strength was heavy. As expected of a blade technique refined from the blood of countless enemies, it was clearly different from the sword techniques in the martial arts world.

Yu Lianzhou sensed that the enemy's strength was quite great and that his martial arts were extraordinary. She changed from attacking to defending, her body was gentle, and with the aid of the Soft Cloud Sword Art, she was on par with Harba.

"Ding ding ding .."

Both of them clashed weapons as sparks flew out in the silent night. It sounded like the music of the god of death. Combined with the candles on the side and the girl on the bed that was scared to death, it revealed a strange scene.

However, his left palm was pierced by Yu Lianzhou, causing him to lose a lot of blood. As the two of them fought, Harba was too strong, the wound on his waist started to crack and expand, causing him to lose more and more blood, and at this moment, his head was already a little dizzy, his body was gradually feeling weak, and the blade in his hand was also feeling heavier and heavier.

The two exchanged a palm with each other, both retreating. Harba La felt a sharp pain in his left hand, and the hand that was no longer bleeding was torn open by the shock, and blood dripped down his fingers onto the ground.