But at that moment, her heart throbbed violently, beating rhythmlessly, why did she seem to feel the breath of that person? What is he going to do? She struggled and tried to stop it, but her eyelids were so heavy that she didn't even have the strength to lift them, let alone move them.

After Yan Jin stepped into the room, he was instantly surrounded by a group, three layers inside and three layers outside, all holding big knives with angry faces, if it was someone else, I am afraid that he would have been frightened away by these sharp eyes. But Wan Yan Jin is the god of war, and the enemies he encounters are several times stronger than this, and they are not defeated in his hands.

Wan Yan Jin held the sword of royal power, his movements were fast and swift, his hand rose and fell, there was no discipline, and the people who fought with him fell into a pool of blood one after another. And his inky black robe is not stained with a little blood, well-dressed, without any expression, but it makes people feel that this person is like a murderous plaything, without scruples, no feelings, no heart...

The number of people gradually decreased, but the corpses on the ground were piled higher and higher, Wan Yan Jin had a habit of cleanliness, so she didn't want to be stained on her body, so she changed places and continued to kill.

People seem to be unable to kill, one after another, they are the carefully selected secret guards of Gusu Wanyue, Gusu Wanyue will treat them as treasures, and their martial arts are superior, which one is not the envy of everyone in Tianchu Country. It's just that Gusu Wanyue didn't know that they couldn't even count two moves here after Wan Yan Jin, and they lost their lives on the spot.

Seeing this situation, Gusu Wanyue only thought that fortunately he had left an extra hand. As for those who worked hard for him, although he felt pity, it was only because of the reduction of troops. If they can take down Yan Jin, what will they gain by losing these shrimp soldiers and crab generals?

Wan Yan Jin had killed more than a hundred secret guards in the time that he lasted half a pillar of incense, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he was not panting, as if he was just exercising for him just now, and his robe was still clean, which was very inconsistent with the scene of a river of blood flowing on the ground.

Seeing this, Gu Su Wanyue squinted, and a hint of insidiousness flashed in her eyes, like a poisonous snake with green eyes, which was even more inconsistent with his beautiful face, and looked very hideous. His hand was clenched into a fist, as if he couldn't imagine that Wan Yan Jin was really good at fighting, but after thinking about it, even if he could kill again, there would always be a time when his physical strength was exhausted, and he, some people.

Raised his hand and hooked his hand to the person next to him to signal him to come over, and said a few words in his ear, and the man went out, and a sinister smile appeared on Gu Su's face.

After Yan Jin's royal sword was pulled out of one person, that person fell on the pile of corpses, and I had to say that Yan Jin was very deliberate, a wave of people's corpses were put together, and there were already four or five small hills around it, and all of them were the same, and people who didn't know would only think that he was showing off his martial arts and provoking others. But he didn't know that Yan Jin just wanted to save the position so that he could move, so that he wouldn't let the blood get on him. As for why he died like the same, it can only be said that his habits are like this, not deliberately, and he is too lazy to change them.

Just came up, this wave is killed. Before they could catch their breath, the dark guards soon followed, and a new wave of fighting began.

Wan Yan Jin was circling in a group of people, and suddenly stepped on the wind, and the sharp knives flying everywhere were fast and powerful, piercing the dozens of dark guards below, and the sound of the sharp knives piercing the flesh just stopped, and there was the sound of metal and metal colliding, and dozens of sharp knives crashed together and fell to the ground.

And the group of people who fell turned purple, they had long lost their breath, and there was still poison on this sharp knife!

Suddenly, the person of Gusu Wanyue made him refresh the image again, so ruthless! I don't even pay attention to my own subordinates, I obviously want to use them to block myself and distract myself, so it's much easier to get my hands on it, the sharp knife is smeared with poison, and it must not be easy to solve, this is to solve him with a sharp knife, and it is indeed something that Gusu Wanyue did.

Gusu Wanyue originally thought that if she couldn't kill Wan Yan Jin, she would at least have to get off the horse, but Wan Yan Jin continued to do what she wanted to do as if nothing had happened, and didn't take him seriously at all. Gusu was angry at the waning moon, and the brittle bones were a rare poison, so it was wasted, so how could he not be angry. Suddenly, he thought of something, took out the last bottle of crispy bone powder from his arms, and told the dark guard to do what he had done before, he didn't believe that he couldn't do it this time.

This time, Yan Jin had already taken precautions, and the taste of crispy bones was strong again, and he glanced at the hidden guards outside the house, although he didn't know why Gusu Wanyue wanted to repeat the old trick, but as long as he guarded against it, anyway, his speed was fast enough, while dealing with these secret guards besieging him, and dealing with the sharp knives that might target him at any time, he kept an eye on it in his heart.

The sword of Wang Quan has long been so red that it is impossible to see its original color, but it is still sharp, as if it is its owner, and the anger and firmness in his eyes have never diminished.

At the moment of turning around, Wan Yan Jin felt the sharp knives attacking everywhere, but this time they were very good at picking time, this wave of dark guards had fallen, there was nothing to cover, dozens of sharp knives were all pointed at him, Wan Yan Jin was a little surprised, although the attack of the sharp knives was fierce, but he could successfully dodge it, didn't the last time Gusu Wanyue saw these to distract him from the dozens of dark guards.

The sharp knife approached, Wan Yanjin dodged quickly, but suddenly there was a tragic scream that made his body tremble. At this moment, two sharp knives were inserted into the shoulder and spinal cord respectively, and blood gushed out, and the pain suddenly came. After Yan Jin came to his senses, his eyes were a little more ruthless, his chest continued to rise and fall, and the momentum entered the dragon and went out of the mountain, destroying the world and destroying the world. The sword of royal power in his hand tightened, and all the sharp knives that flew over were returned, except for the two stuck in him, of course.

This voice is Xiao Yue'er!

What did that bastard of Gusu Wanyue do to his little Yue'er?

Regardless of the blood on the wound still surging, the royal sword in his hand was as if it was alive, the speed was staggering, Wan Yan Jin was completely angered, and he was no longer as calm as he had originally wanted to get, he killed people when he saw them, and the blood sprayed on his face, and his inky black robe was wet and dripping with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his or who's. At this moment, he just wants to kill him quickly, he wants to kill the person who bullied Xiao Yue'er.

Gusu Wanyue is very satisfied with this result, Yan Jin has always been too calm, it is difficult for him to find a time to kill him, and now he only has murder and this woman in his mind, how can he be distracted and think about anything else.

Originally, he gave Liang Chenyue cartilage powder, so that she didn't have the strength to resist. Just now he untied the acupoints on her body, so that she could at least scream, and the blood that was still dripping from the knife on her right hand was mixed with the blood flowing from Liang Chenyue's left hand. The smell of blood instantly filled the entire room, and Gu Su Wanyue looked at the scratches left on Liang Chenyue's left hand and was very satisfied.

The corners of her mouth hooked an arc, and her eyes looked at Liang Chenyue with interest, what qualifications does this woman have to become Wan Yanjin's weakness?