The air around him sank in that instant, but in just a few breaths, a few black figures flashed out, and then a few slight muffled grunts were heard.

The crimson blood spilled down, smashing out the appearance of a bewitching flower.

Lin Shu's figure fell silently from the sky, standing quietly beside Su Yunran, with an undisguised murderous aura on his body, and on the long sword in his hand, red blood stains meandered down, dripping to the ground, staining a few fallen leaves.

Su Yunran looked at a few people with vigilant faces not far away, a shallow smile bloomed on his delicate pale face, but it was not up to the bottom of his eyes, and his eyes were extremely cold, "Holy Snow Gate? ”

The killer who was the leader looked at the few people on the ground who were no longer breathing, secretly clenched the weapons in his hands, and his voice was cold and tough, "Miss Seven, fortunately." ”

Hearing this, Su Yunran covered his lips and chuckled, his voice was much lighter, "If you remember correctly, Your Excellency is the left protector of the Holy Snow Gate, Xiyu?" ”

When the words fell, the air around him became a little heavier, and the murderous aura emanating from Xiyu's body became more and more intense, and his cold eyes seemed to be quenched with ice, with a substantial murderous aura.

"Miss Seven, you know too much."

Xiyu raised his knobly broken hand, and the blade flashed with cold light, falling into his unwavering eyes, "This is not good." ”

Su Yunran chuckled, her thin eyebrows raised slightly, and her clear eyes were full of shimmers, "Really?" ”

The woman's shallow laughter seemed out of place in this heavy atmosphere, but Su Yunran smiled freely and leisurely, as if she was not surrounded by a heavy surrounding, but sat quietly by the window, casually admiring the moon and breeze outside the window.

Xiyu cautiously looked at Su Yunran, who was smiling, and the blade in his hand tightened a little tighter.

What he was really cautious about was not Su Yunran, but the presence of Su Yunran's side.

From his point of view as a killer, Lin Shu is an opponent that must not be underestimated, just now, they have obviously restrained their breath well, but they were still discovered.

And they didn't feel his breath.

So much so that so many people were lost at once.

Before carrying out this mission, he was repeatedly reminded many times that although this seventh lady had low spiritual power, the two maids and a secret guard who were with her were not to be taken lightly, and they had to be careful.

Just now, they had already lured the two maids away, but they didn't expect the secret guard's concealment skills to be so good, and they were caught off guard.

Xiyu glanced at Su Yunran, who was full of calmness, and didn't say much, and when the cold light of the blade flashed, the figure had disappeared in place.

In an instant, the murderous aura erupted all of a sudden, and the leaves swayed, floating down, but they were cut into several pieces by the murderous aura and fell one after another.

Xiyu directly put the target on Lin Shu, and the move was deadly, fierce and fast.

Lin Shu's face was cold, and the long sword in his hand pierced the stagnant heaviness of the air, picking up a strange and deadly arc, wrapped in a thick and sharp murderous aura.

What shocked Xiyu was that Lin Shu was still so calm in the face of his own attack that was pressing step by step, and he never left Su Yunran's side too far, and when he was fighting against himself, he was able to kill all those who attacked Su Yunran.

Xiyu frowned, looking a little impatient, the weapon in his hand turned in a circle, his body shook, and the sharp killing move was aimed at Lin Shu.

Lin Shu raised his eyebrows slightly, snorted coldly, his figure flashed strangely, and the afterimage flashed, and he was gone.

Xiyu lost his goal, and after a moment of stagnation, there was a biting chill in his back, and by instinct, he immediately tiptoed a little and turned sideways.

Even though he hid in such time, Xiyu's back was still cut with a deep sword mark.

didn't care about the wound on his back, Xiyu didn't stop at all, his spiritual power accelerated, and more powerful killing moves went towards Linshu.

Lin Shu raised his eyes and seemed to glance at Xiyu lightly, and his body flickered, and Xiyu's sharp blade brushed his cheeks like this.

Then, as soon as Lin Shu's left hand was raised, a wisp of finger wind popped out from his fingertips, and a man in front of Su Yunran immediately snorted and slowly fell.

The blood slowly flowed out, smearing in pieces.