An Jiu slowly spit out, bent down to pick up the Tang knife, and wiped it off on the clothes of a corpse nearby.

If she had a sniper rifle, or a silencer, it would be easier for her to do sniping than she does now. Although the speed and strength of the feather arrows shot by the Fulong Bow were stronger than those of ordinary bows, there was still a chance for a sixth- or seventh-order martial artist to dodge them, unless she was added with her spiritual power.

When An Jiu slowly unfolded her mental power, the impact on the meridians was minimal, but the impact of the concentrated attack was dozens of times that of it, and now she was able to control her mental power better, but she couldn't ensure that it was foolproof, so she planned not to use her mental power to kill people when necessary.

The other group is also three people, this time an eighth-order, a fifth-order, and a fourth-order.

An Jiu threw out the crossbow and jumped lightly onto a ginkgo tree.

The rainy night was pitch black, and An Jiu's figure was like ink melted into an inkstone, and he could barely distinguish his figure.

No matter how good An Jiushi is, it is impossible to see the target clearly under such visual conditions, so she simply closes her eyes.

Without the interference of the line of sight, the perception of spiritual power suddenly became clear. Gradually, Anjiu felt as if he was sinking into the deep sea, and there was a dead silence all around, there was no sound, no light, and he couldn't even feel it.

The three men in front of them on the left are getting closer and closer, and their intrusion is like throwing a pebble into the Dead Sea, and the ripples scatter in circles.

An Jiu's hand holding Tang Jian slowly tightened.

At this moment, there was nothing in An Jiu's world realm, only the three prey that had broken into her territory!

She crouched, her muscles tense.

Here it comes!

The three people who walked under the tree were on guard, and the eighth-order master among them heard a slight sound of wind above his head, and subconsciously took out his sword to block it, but the light was too dim and he could hardly see anything clearly, and when they wanted to use their spiritual power again, they found that they couldn't feel anything!

When he was hesitating, he only heard two muffled snorts around him.

The eighth-order martial artist was shocked in his heart, and he didn't have time to think about it too much, and he just relied on his sense to use his sword to block it. He is a killer with many lore experiences, and he can still barely catch Anjiu's ferocious attacks in such situations.

Bite! Tenacity collided, and the two sides froze for a breath and immediately separated.

With this breath of kung fu, the eighth-order martial artist saw a pair of cold and dark eyes reflected in the other party's dim sword light, and he couldn't help but feel numb in his spine, it felt like there was death standing behind him, and he only needed it to pinch himself lightly and his bones would be shattered.

Out of his sensitivity to danger, the Eighth-Order Martial Master immediately retreated.

However, Anjiu's blade was like a maggot on a tarsal bone, and it was faster than he could retreat!

The snow light flickered slightly, reflecting the rain curtain in front of him, and the eighth-order martial artist knew that he couldn't escape, so his heart was horizontal, he fought with his sword with one hand, and grabbed the signal flare on his waist with the other.

An Jiu violently waved out the umbrella, and the sharp blade popped out on the umbrella bone, rotating and crushing the rain curtain.

The eighth-order martial artist only felt a strong wind coming, he couldn't see what it was, and guessed by his feelings that it was not a sword invincible, so he hurriedly retreated.

Just when the speed of the thing on the opposite side slowed down and it was basically impossible to catch up with him, there was a sudden chill behind him, the sharp blade penetrated his chest, and there was an extra cold and watery thing on his neck, and the eighth-order martial artist heard his neck make a clicking sound, and only then did he realize that it was actually a hand!

He used the last bit of consciousness and strength to do the last action - pull the plug of the flare.

With a scream, a bright ball of light grazed the body of the eighth-order martial artist and rushed into the sky, and half of his body instantly blackened. The ball of light exploded over the forest, blooming in a scarlet scarlet. (To be continued......)

PS: Change this point first, and the remaining 2,000 words will be uncertain, and it will be made up before tomorrow's update at the latest.