Nan Ji took up her spiritual power and flew out of the inn.

As soon as she flew out, the Qingshan Sect disciples behind her followed closely and quickly surrounded her.

She looked at these people, a little impatient.

A black mask obscured her expression.

I could only see the pink lips, one by one, and slowly spoke

"Don't understand?

I don't want to fight. ”

Now, evening is coming, and the sun is setting.

The sunset hangs in the west, and the fiery red clouds are magnificent and shocking.

The land on this side of the lining seems to be stained with a touch of red.

The female disciple on the opposite side was staring at Nan Ji with her eyes firmly in her hands, holding a long sword.

"Array!"

It's as if I didn't hear Nanji's words.

I just wondered how to kill her here.

Nan Ji was lazy and lazy, with her hands behind her back.

The long black lashes trembled slightly.

Finally, he slowly raised his arms and spread his hands.

The little black ball swooped and landed in her palm.

A long black sword conjured into her hand.

Nan Ji pursed her lips.

She doesn't know how to use a sword.

The sword was in her hand, and there was really no other use for it than a kebab.

The little black ball seemed to sense Nanji's thoughts.

With a whoosh, it transformed into a long black whip.

This long whip looks completely black, with no features at all, and it is not very eye-catching.

I only heard the female disciple open her mouth and give an order

"Kill!"

In an instant, eight female disciples stabbed with swords.

Nanjiao's eyelids moved.

The hand holding the long whip swung out in an instant.

The battle between the two was thought to be an easy thing for the people of the Qingshan faction.

After all, there are many of them, and they are just strangling such a woman whose cultivation is not very high.

But I didn't expect ······.

Bang!

The long black whip was quite spiritual, capable of bending a strange arc in mid-air, successfully strangling a person's neck.

Throwing people out in an instant, making people lose their aggressiveness.

Nan Jiao's action of wielding the long whip is also very in place, and she can always accurately find the key point.

Tongzi was surprised as she watched.

[Host, you're amazing.] 】

Judging by what the host said and what was explored.

The host has never been exposed to any weapons.

However, the host's control of the whip is really precise and strong.

Nan Jiao's pink lips smiled a little bigger.

A slow voice fell

"He was tied to a pillar and given ten thousand lashes and whipped for three years.

Just watching, it's time to watch. ”

I thought I had forgotten all those memories.

Just as soon as I held this long whip, I remembered it vividly, and I remembered it all.

How she was beaten to a blurred flesh and bones.

How did her mother hold her, crying and mourning, desperate and helpless.

Tut.

The smile on her lips deepened.

The strength of this hand, unconsciously, is also stronger.

Syllable!

With a whip, the man directly broke the sword and fell.

[Host, your Darkness is rising, and it has exceeded fifty.

Punishment is coming.

Host, you don't think about it anymore. 】

Tongzi's voice fell.

The black tattoo on Nanji's ankle instantly lit up with a dark light.

She paused slightly.

Raising his head, he looked at the surrounding Qingshan Sect disciples.

Seems to realize that this is not in the underworld.

The long black whip in his hand stopped.

It's just that all those present, except for her, have already been cleaned up and fallen to the ground.

She stood there, tilting her head, looking at the people lying on the ground.

Tongzi watched as the darkness came down.

Breathe a sigh of relief.

The glow from the black tattoo on the ankle flickered.

It's back to what it used to be.

(End of chapter)