You can't escape, and when you have that kind of swordsmanship and talent, you're doomed to be out of it.

The feather weaving on her body can no longer see its true colors, it has become filthy because it has been contaminated with blood and sludge, but Nanami doesn't care if the clothes are clean or not, and if they are dirty, they will be washed again.

"Kill, !!"

The sound of killing shook the sky, the broken Chengzi flag had fallen, stray bullets flew wildly, and the impact of the artillery explosion on the ground could always overturn Qishi, and then the dust on Qishi's body would stand up again, although embarrassed but Qishi was not injured.

The blood on her clothes is the blood of others, and Qishi wields Chao Che to harvest all the lives that the blade can touch, a hundred people are chopped, a thousand people are chopped, and ten thousand enemies are chopped.

Living by the sword and dying by the sword, this is the end, killing unscrupulously, this is the end, a meaningless battle for oneself, this is the end.

Qishi slashed, slashed, and there was no one standing around her.

The huge sun wheel slowly sank, and it burned the red flames all over the hills, which was a curtain call.

In addition to Qishi, there are still people standing here.

Others stood with swords.

"Meet again......"

Qishi said, in that tone that seemed unexpected, but not very unexpected

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