Jiang Daihe only felt like a drowning swimming fish, unable to breathe.

At this moment, Jiang Daihe was scared.

At this moment, Jiang Daihe regretted it.

I regret that I provoked this person in the first place.

She suddenly understood that she was bent on killing this person, but in fact, she had fallen into this person's net and had nowhere to escape.

Luo Qingyin was much more terrifying than she had imagined.

However, it was too late.

People like Jiang Daihe think about taking other people's lives every day, and suddenly one day, their lives are in the hands of others, and they suddenly collapse.

Tears, snot, saliva, and even urine all poured out.

Luo Qingyin frowned in disgust and pinched her neck.

Click!

There was a soft thud, and the neck was broken.

Jiang Daihe's last horror turned into a freeze frame.

Luo Qingyin lifted Jiang Daihe's corpse and threw it in front of the dead man, the dead man subconsciously caught it, Luo Qingyin raised his hand, and the petals of the three thousand flowers turned into several red streamers and followed, the dead man felt wrong, and suddenly pulled back.

But the petals follow them like a shadow, and they don't give them a chance to dodge at all.

In the blink of an eye, the dead man fell.

The archers who were lying in ambush on the nearby wall were taken aback, and they all bent their bows and arrows to aim at Luo Qingyin.

Luo Qingyin took out the flower vines of the three thousand flowers and said to Ming Jiu, who was stunned: "Why don't you do it yet?" If you let them get away, you will be in trouble in the future. You go to take charge of the archers. ”

Ming Jiu finally reacted.

He had seen Luo Qingyin's generosity and grace in Shan Ming Village, and he had seen her disguise and majesty on the official road, but he didn't expect that she would be really stunning when she started to do it!

Looking at the beautiful flying flowers in the sky, he no longer had any scruples in his heart, and swept up, skillfully passing through the arrows that were shot, and swept to the heights.

The flower vine in Luo Qingyin's hand fell backwards, and the figure turned in place like a ghost, only to hear the sound of tinkling ding, and all the arrows were reversed and shot at the dead soldiers who surrounded her.

Eyebrows, light smile, red clothes flying.

With every petal raised, a dead man fell.

Every time the vine stretched out, several dead men had their throats cut by the sharp tip of the vine.

Luo Qingyin held the flower vine in his hand, exuding an endless chill and murderous aura.

Seeing that the situation was not good, a dead man withdrew from the encirclement and jumped towards Biyun Lake, intending to escape by escaping.

As soon as he jumped up on his front foot, the whole person was like a paper kite with a broken thread, and plunged into the lake with a pop.

Ming Jiu turned around, and at some point there was a bright red petal inserted behind the dead man.

Three thousand flowers killed!

The light in Ming Jiu's eyes flickered.

Ye can do it to this extent, and he must do it too!

Hands up and down, these archers are good at archery, but their cultivation is very average, Ming Jiu's hands rise and fall, one after another slashed, and no one was left alive.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Biyun Lake returned to tranquility, and the sky was full of blue sky and white clouds, and the lake was rippling.

If you don't look at the dozens of corpses, it is a beautiful scroll of autumn colors on the Ping Lake.

Ming Jiu carefully avoided the corpse and respectfully saluted Luo Qingyin: "Master, what should I do next?" ”

Luo Qingyin curled the corners of his lips and smiled: "Of course it's running." ”

However, before running away, she didn't forget to send a crane talisman to Ming Liu, who was in Baixiao Hall.

Not long after Luo Qingyin left, the merry Xu Huanzhi came to Biyun Lake with a girl in his arms, and before he could do anything, he saw corpses and blood all over the ground, and screamed in fright: "Murder!" Come on! ”

Mao Dun Literature