The scythe slashed straight into the rapier and continued forward, the tuxedo man gritted his teeth and held on, but it turned out that he was overestimating himself. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Without the slightest pause, the scythe slashed through the rapier and slashed at the tuxedo-clad man.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the tuxedo man's eyes, and with a twist of his wrist, he broke the sword in his hand and plunged it into his chest, while his body was split in two by the scythe.

As for the other tuxedo man next to him who was still desperately fighting with Anya's arm, he was also directly divided, but he didn't have a chance to plunge his sword into his heart.

The body that was divided into two fell weakly, leaving only the thin sword still stuck in Anya's arm, trembling.

Because of the white light, Anya didn't feel pain, at this time the person fell, she reached out and held the hilt of the sword, although she didn't feel the pain, she was still a little afraid to pull out the thin sword on her arm.

Because it didn't hurt, it was even stranger, the feeling of a sword slicing through flesh.

On the other side, the tuxedo man who inserted the broken sword into his heart provoked a sneer at the corner of his mouth, but his body continued to fall, and it became more and more stiff, and nothing happened that he expected to wait.

Han Youran had already shook his hand, and swung out another sickle, slashing all the remaining people here.

Although those people were quite prescient and had their hearts inserted, they were still too slow!

So there is only one word for their fate, and that is death!

Han Youran didn't even look at them, turned around, grabbed Sophie, and pulled Sophie behind him.

The tuxedo man on the opposite side stepped back in unison, looking at Han Youran cautiously, looking a little afraid of Han Youran.

Han Youran shook the sickle in his hand and aimed it at the tuxedo man opposite, "Are you still pretending to be forced?"

The long-haired and charming man who had a bad tone before stepped forward angrily by Han Youran's words, pointed at Han Youran with the thin sword in his hand and said, "Do you want to die?"

Han Youran's eyes looked at them, and he shook the sickle in his hand, "It's hard to say who died." ”

"You monster!" said the bewitching man in disgust.

Only in exchange for Han Youran snorted coldly, "You are the monsters!"

The two of them faced Mai Mang, and the bewitching man was about to go up with a thin sword, but he was dragged by the man next to him.

"What are you doing!" the bewitching man asked dissatisfiedly.

The man who was yelled at said forcefully, "Let's withdraw!"

"Why?" the bewitching man asked puzzledly, with an angry face, he flicked his hand at Han Youran, "Why should we withdraw!"

"I'm the captain. The tough man still said strongly.

The bewitching man pursed his lips angrily, pointed at Han Youran's hand trembling, and let it go unwillingly.

After that, the group turned around and withdrew, of course Han Youran and the others did not stop them, and after the group left, several people looked at each other worriedly.

"Are you okay?" Han leisurely looked at Anya and the three asked, all three of them were injured, Quinn was the least injured, and Sophie was the most seriously injured, leaving five sword wounds on her body.

"It's ok. Sophie replied, and then looked at the wings behind Han Youran very magically, "However, if you let us stand behind you, we should be better faster." ”

Before Han Youran turned around, when they were wrapped in the white light, the injured place not only did not hurt, but also healed slowly.