A few greedy monks had already moved closer to Song Yizhi, ready to snatch the magic weapon or rub the oil, or both.

Song Yizhi put Xiao Xizi on the table, and then took out the long sword.

In the next second, she swung her long sword around the table, and a sword light flashed.

"Pss

When Wei Ling heard the sound, he saw that Song Yizhi had already killed.

Not to be outdone, she raised her sword and killed her.

Lan Minjun and Rong Yan, who were sitting on the stool and never moved, looked at Song Yizhi directly.

There is one thing to say, Song Yizhi's swordsmanship is really bad.

This look is that she usually doesn't practice swords well, and she will only pick up her sword and slash indiscriminately, but her accuracy is good, and she goes down to a monk with a sword.

The unruly murder method is matched with that face, and it is also a bit beautiful.

Sure enough, good-looking people are still good-looking when they kill.

Rong Yan and Lan Minjun watched Song Yizhi use the sword as a sword, and couldn't help but shake their heads slightly.

Song Yizhi slashed a sword, and a monk seemed to be cutting a watermelon.

She's so unhappy to chop.

As for the monks, all their attacks fell on the defensive magic weapons.

One by one, they used their strength to fight Song Yizhi, and as a result, all the attacks were absorbed by the defensive enchantment of the magic weapon.

They were so tired that they wanted to die, but they didn't even break through the defensive barrier, let alone kill Song Yizhi.

Looking at the monks who were trying to fight lonely, Wei Ling couldn't help it, and laughed while swinging his sword.

"Do they know that you are Song Yizhi, kill you, this is just... Hahaha... Laughing to death... Hahahaha...... "Wei Ling laughed and killed.

It turns out that there really are people who are so self-conscious.

Song Yizhi curled the corners of his mouth, "I can stand and let them fight, but I think that is too insulting, I can only raise my sword and pretend to fight back, hey, I am so kind." ”

Looking at the naughty and lively little girl, Lan Minjun's smile deepened.

If Ahri were alive, he would be like Song Yizhi, right?

Wei Ling smiled brightly, "Song Yizhi, it has to be you!" ”

When those monks heard the name Song Yizhi, Song Yizhi may have no weight, but her mother has weight!

That's the Great Elder of the Changqiu Sect, and he's a great power!

Many people were frightened by Song Luo's name and came back to their senses, and they wanted to retreat and think that nothing happened.

But looking at the people who died under Song Yizhi's sword, they knew that Song Yizhi was not a kind and innocent lady, either alive or dead.

In the end, those people can only give it a go.

After looking at it for a while, Lan Minjun got up and walked over elegantly, his hand moved slightly, and the long sword was held in his palm.

Rong Yan glanced at it, and finally chose to watch with his arms crossed.

With Lan Minjun, there is no need to do it yourself.

Song Yizhi took the time to look at Lan Minjun, who was killing gracefully, "Come to grab the loot?" ”

"Both of them." Lan Minjun's gentle voice sounded, and then he couldn't help but say, "Miss Song, the sword is not a knife, and it can't be slashed indiscriminately." ”

Song Yizhi raised his eyebrows, and then raised his hand and slashed over with a sword, "I'm happy for you to take care of me." ”

Looking at the rather pampered Song Yizhi, Lan Minjun was suddenly dumbfounded, he smiled and stopped saying anything, concentrating on harvesting heads.

Lan Qianqian saw that Lan Minjun was actually helping Song Yizhi and them kill people, her pupils shrank, and her mind went blank.

Young master, he is actually helping Song Yizhi?!

Didn't he say that as long as he won the partiality of the two Night Hanxing brothers, he would help him kill Song Yizhi!?

Elegant and noble men are ruthless, and they are not slow when they take care of beauty.

Wei Ling took the time to take a look and found that Lan Minjun was killing people very quickly.

With Lan Minjun joining, the firepower besieging Wei Ling and Song Yizhi was attracted away a bit.

Wei Ling gasped.

Song Yizhi's gaze fell on Lan Qianqian, her sword moved, and in the next second, the familiar imprisonment came.

Song Yizhi's hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened a little.

Garbage Heavenly Road!

Lan Xiqian is your ancestor, right?!

I just moved my idea, and I immediately stopped myself!

艹 [a plant].

Song Yizhi's surface was slightly cold.

Wei Ling saw that there were only a few people left, so he thought about it and simply handed it over to Lan Minjun to deal with.

The lobby of the Peony Building was affected by them, and almost everywhere they saw was a mess.

Severed limbs and stumps and blood could be seen everywhere, and the smell of blood permeated the air.

The peony on the platform was motionless.

The last monk to participate in the siege was taken away by Lan Minjun with a sword, and the killing stopped.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood that had splashed on his face at some point, his movements were elegant and beautiful, and the smile on his face was still gentle.

It's just that if he hadn't stood in the pile of the dead, then he was indeed a gentle nobleman, not a rakshasa who demanded his life.

Wei Ling glanced at Lan Minjun and then looked at Song Yizhi and asked, "You come, I come?" ”

Song Yizhi glanced at Lan Qianqian and said lightly, "You go." ”

Due to the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao, she could not do anything to Lan Xiqian.

I don't know if Wei Ling will be the same as himself.

Lan Qianqian saw Song Yizhi and Wei Ling's unkind gaze, and suddenly felt like a great enemy.

Wei Ling glanced at Lan Minjun, and then walked towards Lan Qianqian with his sword.

Seeing this, Lan Minjun seemed to want to say something.

Wei Ling was not good-tempered, she rushed forward with her sword and fought directly with Lan Qianqian.

She summoned and stabbed Lan Xiqian where she had died.

Song Yizhi glanced at Wei Ling, who had already fought with Lan Qianqian, and stopped Lan Minjun with a move, looking at him with a slightly unkind gaze, "Young Master Lan, is this reluctant?" ”

Lan Minjun said amusedly, "Of course not." ”

How could he be reluctant, he wished that Lan Xiqian would be tortured more.

Song raised his eyebrows.

Looking at Song Yizhi's unbelieving appearance, Lan Minjun said gently, "I just want to tell Miss Wei not to kill people, killing fellow disciples is a serious crime." ”

And Lan Qianqian is still a little useful, when she still has use value, she can't die.

"That's just as well." After Song Yizhi finished speaking, he turned his head and said to Wei Ling, "It's good to teach you a lesson." ”

Wei Ling responded, then jumped and kicked over.

Lan Qianqian's old injuries have not healed, how can she beat Wei Ling.

She was kicked and flew upside down, hit the pillar, and landed on the ground.

Wei Ling snorted coldly and put away his long sword.

Lan Qianqian vomited a mouthful of blood, her eyes full of unwillingness and resentment.

But Wei Ling's kick almost cost her half her life, and it took a while for Lan Qianqian to get up holding her stomach.

Song Yizhi looked around, and was finally surprised to find that there was only one Buddha cultivator who was still alive.

plus the four of them and Lan Xiqian, there are only six people living so far.

A total of 100 people came in, and only six were still alive before half the time had passed.

The secret realm is certainly dangerous, but the same kind is even more dangerous.

"None of the monks screened in this time are clean." Rong Yan got up and walked over as he spoke.

Then, he tilted his head slightly and his gaze fell on the Buddha cultivator, "Buddha, are you still sitting?" ”

The Buddha cultivator, who is known as the Buddha, looked up, and a face with red lips and white teeth entered the eyes of several people, he was dressed in gray clothes, simple and simple, but that face was indeed too good-looking.

Wei Ling pinched a dust-removing trick, and then pinched another for Song Yizhi.

"Amitabha." The Buddha got up and walked over, folded his hands and bowed to the four of them.

Several people raised their hands in return.

Song Yizhi looked at this young Buddhist cultivator and glanced at Lan Minjun and Rong Yan.

This Buddha was specially put in by these two people.

(End of chapter)