There is not much poison left, and most of the rest are more precious, and it is simply Lang Fei on this group of things, and Qing is not a person who likes Lang Fei.

Although she is good at using poison, don't forget that her former profession is a killer, and she is known as the most powerful humanoid weapon!

The weapon hidden in the sleeve fell into her hand, one was a short sword given to her by Yin Yizi, only the length of her forearm, the blade was thin, and the other was the three-edged military thorn that she was looking for someone to imitate, this kind of military thorn was the most domineering, and the air poured in after piercing the human body, and the blood gushed out, an absolute killing weapon!

Starting with the two weapons, Yan Qing's temperament immediately changed, if one moment ago she was a perennial white snow on the top of the snowy mountain, cold and penetrating to the bones, then now she is like a long sword that drinks countless blood, the cold light and the evil aura is overflowing, it seems that the next moment she will be unsheathed and beheaded.

A few eye-catching people swallowed their saliva quietly and squeezed towards the back of the crowd, still clamoring without any eyes, but they didn't know that they were in the eyes of others, but a flea that could be crushed to death at any time, nothing more.

The atmosphere gradually became solemn, and even the shouting gradually disappeared into invisibility, Yan Qing suddenly took a step forward, the short sword in his right hand tore through the air, the sword was like a rainbow, and easily left a crack on the ground, the sword light came out, and the three big haode heads rose into the sky, and the hot liquid gushing out of the neck like a spring, kicked off the prelude to this massacre......

It is said that it is a beauty like a jade sword like a rainbow, Feng Chen is considered to have seen it today, people are beautiful, even if they are doing things like killing people like slaughtering dogs, it seems to be good-looking, Feng Chen, who originally wanted to help Yanqing and his gang, saw this scene of falling on one side, and decisively rolled his sleeves to the side to watch the play, tsk, Yin Yizi that guy is right, sometimes a hundred does not necessarily add up to a hundred, such as now.

In terms of using short weapons, compared to Yan Qing, he is really far behind, Feng Chen feels that he has to be lucky, Yan Qing is his nominal master, and the master will never attack the apprentice!

Well, this group of people should be the companions of the few guys who died under Yan Qing's hands before, tsk, they shouldn't be fools if they can play a bitter meat trick, why does it look like they are either blind or their brains have been eaten by dogs? A moment of silence for this group of unsightly ......

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In this room, Yan Qing is killing heartily, often her short sword wipes a person's neck, and then inserts it into another person's throat, the former's neck only spurts blood, compared to the lightness of the short sword, the military thorn is a nightmare-like existence, the blade of the triangular military spur is relatively thick, plus the blood groove of bloodletting, after piercing into the human body, it is often more difficult to pull out than the short sword, especially when it is stuck into the bone, so Yan Qing will habitually reverse the military spur at the moment of piercing the human body, so the military spur is often accompanied by the sound of bone breaking, compared to the military thorn, The people who were killed by the short sword that quietly put people to death are simply too happy!

With small steps, Yan Qing is like a dancer with light steps, tossing and turning, the skirt is flying, harvesting one life after another, and the hair ball also runs out to join in the fun, jumping on this person's head and scratching his face at once, and suddenly running to that person's neck and biting with his mouth, very jubilant.

Feng Chen, who had been watching the play with his sleeves, moved his ears and looked into the distance, well, someone is coming, there are still a lot of people!

"Solve it quickly, someone is coming, and there is trouble when it is seen." Feng Chen shouted, raised his sword and joined the battle group, and finished off a person who wanted to escape with a sword, and when he lifted the sword again, Feng Chen was embarrassed to find that Yan Qing had just nailed a person who wanted to escape to a tree with a military thorn, and the military thorn penetrated his throat, seeing that the person couldn't die!

"What did you say?" Pulling out the thorn casually, Yan Qing didn't look at the corpse that collapsed to the ground limply, and asked while wiping the thorn and short sword with a silk cloth.

"It's nothing, I said someone is coming, let's go." Dust sealing feels so bad......

Picking up the hair ball that she wanted to drill into her arms, and looking at the dirty claws of the hair ball with disgust, Yan Qing used a handkerchief to wrap the hair ball indiscriminately, stuffed it into her arms, and then nodded towards Feng Chen.

The two of them then left quickly.

But at tea time, a huge group of people came out of the forest, looking at the corpses on the ground all pumping cold air, from receiving the news of the glass fox to them rushing over, at most a pillar of incense time, more than 20 masters were dealt with like this?

One of them looked at the corpse on the ground and said in surprise: "There should be no more than two people who look at the wound, one should be using a dagger or a short sword, and the other doesn't know, the wound is a little strange, it may be a strange weapon, and there are traces of scratches, it should be a glass fox."

If they were surprised after hearing the first half, then when they heard that it was really a glass fox, greed immediately overwhelmed everything, no matter how powerful it was, there were only two people, two fists were invincible to four hands, and they were nearly a hundred people, and they could not fight two people?

"Chase!" The leader didn't even hesitate, waved his hand, and said coldly.