Hua Weiluo was anxious in his heart, looking at his side as if he was in a predicament, there was an internal force in the dantian that was gathering more and more, and the internal force walking around the body was also about to move.

"Brother Zhenzhen!! Watch out!! Zhimei exclaimed, so that Hua Weiluo looked back instantly, only to see two killers in a left and right posture to surround Zhizhen in the middle, one from top down, the other from the bottom to the top towards Zhizhen.

Seeing that Zhizhen was about to have no time to dodge this attack, everyone only felt that a white light flashed in front of them in an instant, and a fierce aura quickly attacked them.

Zhimei and Zhishan were shocked, and hurriedly retreated, avoiding this bursting internal force.

The two killers couldn't contain the trend at all because they were making a move, and they only felt that a white light bloomed in front of them, and they were already in a different place in the next second.

Zhizhen closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the fatal blow of the internal force, but there was no movement for a long time.

He opened his eyes full of doubt, only to see Hua Weiluo's white Taoist robe blown up by the internal force emanating from his body, and rattling in the wind.

She held a water moon scimitar in each hand, and the tip of the knife was still dripping with the bright red blood of the two killers.

On that delicate cheek, there was a faint smile, as if she hadn't noticed anything just now, but the killing intent she exuded was not to be underestimated.

At that moment, Zhizhen only felt that the flowers in front of him had not fallen as if they were Shura from hell, stepping on the blood all over the ground was like stepping on the dazzling Manzhu Sahua, and the clothes were fluttering, bringing the breath of despair.

The killers were stunned by the murderous aura of the flowers, and then they came back to their senses and continued to rush towards her.

"Luo'er!!" Zhishan frowned slightly, and called loudly towards Hua Weiluo.

Hua didn't fall back, smiled at Zhishan, a pair of moist eyes on her white jade cheeks, like a stream in spring, trickling but with the chill of the iceberg, the corners of her ruddy lips hooked a beautiful arc, although it was a smile, but it made people feel a strong murderous aura.

She just stood in the middle of the pile of killers, smiled back at him, and then threw herself into the duel with the killers like lightning.

The two scimitars in her hands exuded a bitter chill, each knife carried the breath of death, and everywhere she went, white light appeared, and red blood danced with the wind, drawing the eternal swan song of life.

Her body is extremely fast, and those killers have often been killed by her before they can react, and the next substitute killer has died before he can stand in formation.

Zhizhen and Zhimei just watched the flowers fall and killed the two-story building opposite the stage at a very fast speed, and broke out of a bloody path.

Zhishan frowned slightly, looking at her strange body and strange martial arts, she didn't have time to think about it, so she had to quickly keep up.

Those who seemed to be villains made of tofu in front of Hua Weiluo's eyes, with knives in their hands, one after another, were effortlessly slashed by her at a very fast speed.

That Huang Er stood on the stage, looking at Hua Weiluo's movements with surprise in his eyes, seeing that she was about to approach the door of the two-story building, so he jumped in front of Hua Weiluo, and smashed a huge sand hammer in his hand towards Hua Weiluo.

"Luo'er!!"