At this time, it was already hazy at night, and the long streets were sparsely lit with sparse street lamps. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yan Wan'er swept away like a gust of wind, but in five or six minutes, she arrived at the garden of the Yan family's villa. The garden was in shambles, with all kinds of blooming, budding flowers wilting like frost. There was a faint black glow. The green lawn is also charred and black.

Yan Wan'er stopped the crescent moon and walked quickly towards the Yan family's villa. The street lights outside the extravagant and luxurious Yan family villa are bright, but the entire large villa is shrouded in a faint black fog.

This black fog is clearly demonic energy.

"Ahh The hall was originally paved with light rice marble, and at this time, the blood flowed on the ground, lined with light beige, which was shocking.

A young girl was lying on the marble floor with her hair scattered, her body was covered in blood, and there was obvious demonic energy floating in the wound, obviously cut by the demon blade.

A dress has been torn like rags, and it can block key parts.

When she saw the girl's face clearly, Yan Wan'er was taken aback. The girl is Yan Aiyi, the girl who went to the Holy Pavilion before. How did she come back? And, depending on the situation, she had hundreds of cuts all over her body.

With each cut, she screamed, and blood slowly flowed out. Although each knife was not too deep, but one after another, her blood was already flowing all over her body. The front has not yet coagulated, and the blood in the back has already gushed out.

Next to the girl, there were seven or eight men, women, and children, who were oozing blood from the corners of their mouths, lying unconscious on the ground, their lives and deaths uncertain. Even Old Man Yan is among them.

"Shengyan, let me ask again, did your Yan family betray the Holy Pavilion?" Ning Xueman, who was dressed in tight black, had a hideous expression and pinched Yan Jinhao's neck fiercely.

Yan Jinhao's handsome face turned red, and there was a bit of white in the red.

Beside Ning Xueman, there was also a thin figure, shrouded in a demonic mist. Under Yan Wan'er's divine sense, there was no doubt that it was Ling Yuntao.

"Little slut, your father betrayed the Holy Pavilion, and now the people of the Hua Pavilion are protecting him again. You are his daughter, just pay the debt from your father and son! Don't worry, you won't be able to die for a while......"

As he spoke, Ling Yuntao's slightly black face revealed a trace of evil charm, and some black and purple lips had a sinister sneer hooked on his lips. He finally asked Ning Xueman to get out of the valley and successfully pushed her down. The two said that after returning to the Holy Pavilion, they would explain the situation to the Lord of Ning Pavilion, and then he could marry Ning Xueman. From now on, he will definitely become a key cultivation target in the Holy Cabinet, and his status will also rise.

Unexpectedly, when he and Ning Xueman came back from rolling the sheets, they found that the Holy Pavilion had been inexplicably ended. The rest of the fools don't know anything.

If it weren't for the call from a secret pile left in the Yan family, he would still be kept in the dark, unaware that it was the Yan family who was making trouble behind his back!

And that little lady named Yan Wan'er!

A Yan family made all his efforts fall short, and even became a lost dog. How could he not hate!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and a black wind blade in his hand slashed at Yan Aiyi again......

Suddenly, he felt a chill all over his body, and several silver blades of light came at him, and he wanted to dodge. But to his horror, he found himself like a stake, unable to move at all.

Two silver, sword-like blades flashed sharply, shooting straight into his right hand containing the black wind blade.

"Ah, my hands!"

With Ling Yuntao's scream, a bloody palm was cut out several meters, and the flesh and blood fell blurry at the door of the hall.

After Ling Yuntao was done, Yan Wan'er looked at Ning Xueman with a pair of clear eyes, and snorted softly, "Let him go!" ”

Although Yan Wan'er's voice was faint, it was cold to the bone.

Ning Xueman's heart sank, the woman in front of her she knew, it was the red plum that Mr. Yan brought back to the Holy Pavilion a few days ago. At the Holy Pavilion Conference, she even hurt her grandfather.

Hongmei appeared here at this time, obviously having a lot to do with the Yan family. Ning Xueman's pale face was cloudy, judging from the performance of the Holy Pavilion Conference, Hongmei's skill was unfathomable, and even her grandfather was not an opponent at all. What's more, it's her?

However, she had to avenge her grandfather's revenge.

The once clear eyes were full of hatred at this time, and a trace of absoluteness flashed in his eyes, Ning Xueman used all the strength of his body, clasped Yan Jinhao's right hand, and suddenly his muscles were exposed.

Kill this Yan Jinhao, and let the person named Yan He Wan'er cry bitterly. She thought she was capable of saving the entire Yan family?

Just when she thought that Yan Jinhao was going to die, her chest ached suddenly, and when she looked down, she saw that her heart was completely penetrated. Red blood spurted out, and she felt her eyes getting darker and darker, and her whole body became weaker and weaker.

In the end, he let go of his hand dejectedly, pointed at Yan Wan'er, and asked with hatred, "Hongmei, are you...... Why do you want to help the Yan family ......"

"Because ......" Looking at the young, pale, and dying Ning Xueman, a complex emotion surged into Yan Wan'er's heart, "Because, I am Yan Wan'er." ”

"Yan Wan......" Ning Xueman's eyes widened as if she was dying, and she fell straight back.

Blood splattered on the beige marble floor. A thick smell of blood filled the hall.

Yan Jinhao recovered from the suffocation of death and took a big gulp of fresh air.

"Because, I am Yan Wan'er. ”

Yan Jinhao rubbed her neck in severe pain, staring at the familiar, ordinary face in front of her in disbelief, the plum petal in the center of her eyebrows, she was clearly a teacher, how could she be a sister?

Ling Yuntao was temporarily frozen, and Yan Wan'er no longer paid attention to him. The invisible divine consciousness divided into more than a dozen strands, and at the same time reached out to the Wen family in the hall.

Although Yan Jinhao was pinched lightly, he was not seriously injured. And Old Man Yan, the second uncle, the aunt, and the cousins were attacked by the demonic qi, which led to the coma.

For the monks, it may not be a big deal. However, for mortals, it is already fatal. Fortunately, the time for the demonic qi to invade was still short, and it was not difficult to rescue them with Yan Wan'er's means.

The most seriously injured was Yan Aiyi, she had shed too much blood, and when she saw someone coming to save her, her heart was relieved, and her eyes were dark, and she fainted.

Seeing this, Yan Wan'er walked to Yan Aiyi's side and helped her up. A trace of immortal power was transported out of his hand, and the wound on Yan Aiyi's body was directly wrapped. Nearly 100 wounds healed rapidly at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and even the black qi that was floating in the void was gone.

After a while, the wounds on Yan Aiyi's body had disappeared, and her skin had returned to its original state. If Yan Aiyi was awake at this time, she would definitely think that she was stabbed a hundred times, but it was actually just a nightmare......

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