A big war broke out, and the surrounding 100 meters became a battlefield.

Although the strength of these guards is good, there is a big gap between them and Chu Heng and the others, they are completely pressed and beaten, they are defeated and retreated, and Chu Heng and the others are chasing after the victory, not giving them time to breathe at all.

"Cold Shadow Sword Technique!" Qinglian clenched the long sword in her hand, and the sword flower flickered. One after another, the sword qi also bloomed from the long sword in her hand, bringing a sharp aura.

In front of her were three guards with good strength, and among them was a Phantom Mirror powerhouse. The other two were martial artists of the eighth layer of the Spirit Formation Mirror, and the strength that the three of them could show together was also extraordinary.

The three of them clenched the spears in their hands and kept attacking Qinglian. Their moves are very ferocious, and their moves are all aimed at killing her.

Qinglian's pretty face was cold, looking at the menacing attack against her, her spiritual power bloomed, the long sword in her hand burst out with bright light, and the menacing spears continued to fly out, and these violent spear attacks were constantly blocked by her.

At this time, she was facing the siege of three guards, and her attention was all in the battle, and she was not distracted at all.

Qiao's face was full of cold and cold killing intent, the long sword in her hand kept dancing, and the spiritual power was also blooming, and the long sword in her hand was even more gorgeous with a gorgeous sword flower, and the superb sword moves continued to bloom from her hand.

One against three, she even faintly gained the upper hand, and retreated from the three guards who had suppressed them.

"Die!" Finding an opportunity, Qinglian snorted coldly, and the long sword in her hand instantly brought a sharp aura across the throat of a guard.

"Poof!" the guard's throat was slashed, and after a muffled sound, a stream of blood splattered out, and he covered his throat with both hands, but he couldn't suppress the gushing blood, his pupils gradually dilated, and finally he fell to the ground and died in the unwillingness on his face.

"What a cruel woman, give me death!" When the long sword in Qinglian's hand slashed through the guard's throat, the guard of the first layer of the Phantom Mirror had already come behind her, and the spear in her hand bloomed with bright light, and the tip of the spear flashed with a sharp aura, and it stabbed out fiercely at Qinglian's back in an instant.

Qinglian's face changed slightly, feeling the dangerous aura coming from behind her, her body twisted, and with an extremely charming turn, she was already facing the spear that stabbed at her.

Seeing that the spear carried a terrifying insight and stabbed violently, Qinglian did not choose to retreat and dodge, with a twist of her wrist, the long sword in her hand broke through the air and slashed at the guard's throat.

She's fighting with her life. Even if the guard could kill Qinglian, he would have to pay with his life.

Seeing the long sword slashing at his throat, he didn't dare to fight with Qinglian with his life, he could only grit his teeth and put away the spear, and his body also retreated at the same time, trying to avoid the long sword.

This style of play is more fearless and ruthless than anyone else. The current Qinglian is completely a lose-lose style, if that guard has the same courage, he actually has a chance to kill Qinglian first.

After all, the spear in his hand was far longer than the spear in Qinglian's hand, an inch long and an inch strong, and the spear definitely had its advantages over the spear. But it was obvious that this guard did not have Qinglian's courage to fight against death and the courage to fight against the water, so he chose to retreat.

As soon as the guard withdrew, a mocking look appeared on Qinglian's pretty face. She stomped on the ground with her right foot, and her whole body was already rushing out towards the retreating guard, and the speed was extremely fast.

Coupled with the fact that the guard was retreating backwards, Qinglian's speed at this time was faster than that guard, and the moment her figure surpassed the guard's figure, the long sword she clenched turned around, and the sharp blade had already slashed through the guard's throat.

"Poof!" There was a muffled sound, and a bloody arrow erupted from the guard's throat, and his retreating body came to an abrupt halt.

A look of horror flashed across his face, and then his body fell to the ground. His vitality gradually disappeared, and finally he died completely under the sword of Qinglian.

From Qinglian's sneak attack to counter-killing the opponent, all this was completed almost in the blink of an eye, and the movements were done in one go, as if flowing water. She stopped, blood dripping from her sword. She glanced back at the dead guard, and the corners of her mouth curled up with a slight sneer, as if she was mocking the dead guard.

"What a delicate sword, such a beautiful counterattack!" After Bai Zifan took out a few healing pills again and gave them to the black wolf and the others, he watched Qinglian's counterattack just now, and his face also showed a touch of admiration for Qinglian.

Although she is a woman, the scene she showed just now of not being afraid of death and being born after death still made Bai Zifan admire it very much.

She has a strong sense of fighting and is very adaptable. In the face of such an offensive, most people will choose to retreat in order to save their lives, but once they retreat, the next guard will definitely attack continuously, and once this is the case, Qinglian will fall into passivity, not to mention this exquisite counter-kill.

"This girl is very suitable for fighting, both courage and adaptability are born for killing, if she cultivates to become strong, it will definitely be a trump card in my hand. ”

Bai Zifan looked at Qinglian, his face full of satisfaction with the latter. also muttered secretly in his heart, planning to go back and train her well, so that she could become a trump card in her hands completely.

After Qinglian killed the two guards, only one of the three people who surrounded him was left. Seeing that his two companions were killed by Qinglian in an instant, the remaining guard's face changed drastically, and he wanted to turn around and flee.

"Huh...... You can't run away!" Qinglian looked at her opponent and wanted to escape, there was a faint sneer on her face, and then her body turned into an afterimage and rushed out towards her opponent. It was so fast that the sword in her hand pierced the guard's back by the time she got behind him.

The sharp tip of the sword pierced through the opponent's chest, and dripping blood continued to drip from the tip of the sword.

"Waste one!" Qinglian pulled out her long sword, seeing that Chu Heng and the others had completely controlled the battlefield, and even completely suppressed the opponent to fight, she stood pretty, the long sword in her hand buzzing.

The whirring wind blew by, blowing Qinglian's black hair and red long skirt, revealing her slender waist, with a touch of ruddy in the snow white, with a temptation that men can't resist.

"Huh....... There is such a strong team hidden in this small distant mountain city, which is a little surprising to me Liu Shaoqing. Liu Shaoqing, who was holding the paper fan, gently shook the paper fan in his hand, he watched his guards gradually being suppressed and killed by Chu Heng and others, and there was a light smile on his face.

As if the killing of his guards had nothing to do with him, faintly, he could still see that there was an infiltrating killing intent surging in his dark eyes.

His gaze swept over the bodies of Chu Heng and the others one by one, and finally, his gaze looked at Qinglian, when he saw Qinglian's graceful body and peerless face, there was a faint look of surprise on his face, and the amazing voice also spread from his mouth: "I didn't expect that there is not only a hidden powerhouse in this distant mountain city, but also such a peerless beauty." ”

"Young master, help. When Liu Shaoqing's eyes looked at Qinglian, some of the guards who were being slaughtered by Chu Heng and others shouted.

When Liu Shaoqing heard this, there was still a faint smile on his face, but the killing intent in his eyes gradually became stronger, looking at the guards who were being slaughtered, his faint disdainful voice also spread from his mouth again: "A group of waste, my father still asked you to protect me, but at this critical moment, he still wants me to save you." ”

Liu Shaoqing expressed his helplessness about the strength of his guards, but he couldn't really watch all his guards being killed, without the guards to follow, then he wouldn't even have an errand runner.

"If you dare to kill me Liu Shaoqing, you can be regarded as the end of your life. Liu Shaoqing said coldly, and then there was spiritual power blooming in his body.

When Liu Shaoqing burst out of spiritual power, his legs stomped on the ground, and his body rushed out towards Chu Heng like an arrow from the string.

His speed was very fast, and he arrived in front of Chu Heng almost in the blink of an eye, and Liu Shaoqing's clenched fist blasted out against Chu Heng's chest. The furious power was condensed on his fist, and in the next second, under Chu Heng's horrified gaze, the fist had already smashed Chu Heng's chest.

"Bang!" exploded, and the violent power gushed out from Liu Shaoqing's fist like a flood, and Chu Heng's body was also knocked out in an instant.

"Poof!" Chu Heng's body flew out more than ten meters upside down, and when he fell to the ground, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his face instantly turned pale.

The aura of spiritual power in his body also withered, and Liu Shaoqing's punch hit him hard.

"The cultivation of the seventh layer of the Phantom Mirror?" Chu Heng spat out a mouthful of blood again, and finally fainted in the whisper in his heart.

He knew Liu Shaoqing's cultivation at the cost of heavy damage, the seventh layer of the Phantom Spirit Mirror, which was not something he could resist now, and it was very normal to be hit hard in an instant.

"Brother Chu!" Looking at this sudden change, the bloody killers roared, looking at Chu Heng, who was severely injured and fainted, their faces were very ugly, and angry flames erupted in their eyes.

Chu Heng usually takes care of the members of the blood killing, and they also admire and respect Chu Heng very much, seeing Chu Heng being hit hard, all the people who killed the blood are very angry.