Zi Yan tried her best to escape into the river, in such a dark day, it was difficult to search, as long as she dived into the water, she could escape. Thinking like this, she ran desperately, and the person had already stepped into the icy river, and her dirty was so excited by ecstasy that her dirty was jumping fast, and at this moment, something like a snake climbed up her waist from behind, and tied her firmly, and then, someone pulled hard from behind, and she flew backwards.

Zi Yan was shocked, and when she looked down, she didn't know when a very tough white silk silk had been wrapped around her waist, and it was this silk silk that grabbed her, and before she could resist, the person was pulled backwards and pulled out of the river beach with sharp stones.

Frightened and surprised, Zi Yan hurriedly plunged her hands into the river beach as she was dragged along, clasping the ground, not caring about the sharp stones cutting her fingers. She stuck her hands in the gravel and grabbed at it so hard that she could barely stop her dragged self, and then, she rolled half a time on the river beach in a tricky position, breaking free of the white silk silk that was wrapped around her, and at the same time leaping to her feet, quickly assuming a fighting pose.

But she still didn't have time to see the appearance of her opponent clearly, a gust of wind, the power was several feet away, she had no power to parry, she was hit by several palms, the move was seriously injured, but deliberately avoided her life.

After the last palm, Zi Yan flew out like a kite with a broken string, half of her body immersed in the river. She struggled to her feet, but fell into the water again because her shattered bones could not support her.

Blood blurred her vision, and she pushed her numb eyes open, only to vaguely see the blood-red eyes of the man standing in the distance, glowing gloomily in the moonlight, like a demon.

That person is so beautiful, so beautiful that the country and the city, but at this time, the beauty of that person is no longer important, her beauty can't hide her terrible, it's too terrible, like a fierce ghost with red scales all over her body.

The phoenix lord of the phoenix underworld, she is really ......

Artificially created high-level masters, their bodies are extremely sensitive to the perception of powerful power, the invisible air mass that is stuck in mid-air is broken by the sudden addition of a strong force, and the sense of vigilance suddenly spreads in their hearts, and the people who are fighting look in the same direction together after cleanly solving the opponent next to them, and see a person standing in front of the river, a pair of blood pupils glowing with a strange ghostly light, and her body is raging with a violent murderous aura that makes all the people in black feel the danger invariably.

Almost at the same time, all the black-clothed men led by Zi Yan left their opponents, raised their weapons, and rushed forward!

Several cold and gloomy wires shot out from Si Chen's sleeves, and the black wires were infused with strength, reflecting the moonlight, glowing with a gloomy luster, like a thing of hell.

The black metal infused with powerful mystical power wrapped around the body of the man in black like a poisonous snake, and the air wave shook, shattering the human body, blood gushing, stumps and broken arms flew into the sky, and then fell messily, blood filled the sky, emitting a strong fishy smell, floating in the air, disgusting.

Torture, brutal killing, is so appalling that even those who use it as weapons send chills through their hearts. This woman came with killing intent, not for anything, but simply killing intent, killing intent because of disgust, this kind of killing intent generated because of disgust is difficult to calm down without killing.

The black-clothed people had the instinctive rejection and resistance to the high-ranking people, coupled with the murderous aura of the other party, which made their destruction even heavier, and the black-clothed people under Zi Yan were collectively furious, besieging in no order, besieging according to instinct, and vowing to destroy the other party.

Most of the people went to besiege Si Chen, and after Yan Ying pinched to death the last man in black who besieged him, she jumped out of the battle circle and watched from afar.

In the battle circle, the wind gusted, and the qi waves in the sky were more concentrated than just now, and the wind erupted, flying sand and rocks, and blood flowed like a river.

He stood on a rock, unconsciously shaking the folding fan, and the pair of bloody pupils in the distance made him unable to take his eyes off.

He had seen this meeting before, many years ago, on the last night of the Holy Son Mountain, he was also wailing like this, bleeding and drifting. It is the most powerful ability to make the weapon man wail, that night in the Holy Son Mountain, the girl's bright red dress was bathed in blood, and she stood in the river of blood, with corpses all over the ground under her feet. She is ruthless and cruel, kills without blinking, and her demonic red eyes are full of indifference, without any emotion, like Shura who crawled out of hell. Although he instigated her that night, after really seeing her terrible, he was like watching a monster full of danger, and the panic weighed on his heart, and he couldn't breathe.

At that time, he felt that she was a threat.

Now, the threat has finally grown up, and she has grown into a woman who is even more bevelous than that ignorant girl.

Today, these black-clothed people are far inferior to those in the Holy Son Mountain, and there is no doubt about the unilateral torture and killing. These people are not even masters, even if they rush forward with confidence, and they still have the strength to get up again when they fall to the ground, but none of them can catch more than ten moves, even if they charge up all their palm power, the final result is only to be sucked away and hit back several times.

That woman, she is a veritable monster, her subordinates are all bloody and cruel, and they kill like hemp, but in fact, she is the most vicious one, otherwise those people would not be her subordinates. Especially in the face of these things that she hated from the bottom of her heart, the disgust aggravated her abuse and killing several times.

True Qi spread in mid-air, and the turbulent qi waves converged into essence and swept out in circles, breaking through the siege and flying up gravel, shaking the entire Luzhang Island to tremble.

The air currents were violent, blowing her long black hair up and blowing in the wind. In the demonic moonlight, the red light on her body became more and more crystalline, and her clothes were ethereal, faintly like shiny flowing. Sticky blood spurted wildly in front of her eyes, but not half of it splashed on her body. The snow-white skin was set off by her surging charm, and in such a cruel picture, it was also fragrant, bewitching, and beautiful.

Quicksand rushed over and urged: "Master, she killed our people too!" ”

Yan Ying came back to her senses from the intersection of memory and reality, and ordered lightly: "Let them withdraw." ”

"What about the master?"

Yan Ying didn't answer, didn't move, just waved her hand gently.

The number of black-clothed people under Zi Yan's hand is not as large as Yan Ying's, and if he doesn't retreat, he will be killed by that female madman soon.

Quicksand doesn't need him to say it to understand the current situation, the eldest princess used to be a tyrannical female madman when she was unhappy in the Holy Son Mountain, even if she hated her surname, it could not be denied that her veins were indeed the blood of the Si family, the ancestral thirst for killing.

With a strange whistle, Yan Ying's men took advantage of Si Chen's slaughter of the black-clothed man who followed Zi Yan to retreat frantically.

Si Chen was being besieged by the black-clothed men under Zi Yan's men, and he didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to the retreating people.

A few of the slower runners were not spared, and after the last corpse landed with its eyes protruding, the silk thread in his hand had been dyed blood-red, and the blood flowed on the black wire, gathering into droplets, which flowed on the ground drop by drop, wetting the river beach.

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