The first person who appeared in the sight of Wu Qingya and the others was a young man in his early twenties, and then a group of people appeared behind him, the leader was about twenty-eight or nineteen years old, tall, with a dark complexion and a fierce face.

The rugged man led by "Phew" gasped and spat to the side.

I saw Wang Xing take out a picture scroll from his arms and look at it, "It's really easy for Lao Tzu to find!"

That's right, it's this little girl, but I almost didn't recognize it when I changed my clothes, but fortunately, the man next to me who was dark red was conspicuous enough, and he couldn't be wrong.

This jiashi, Wu Qingya raised her eyebrows, it seems that she was chasing all the way, and she knows who sent it with her toes, heh, there are six people?

"Li Aike really looks up to me!"

Wang Xing was stunned, this little lady actually knew who sent them, and her face showed murderous anger, "Since you have already guessed, then don't talk nonsense, brothers, give it to me!"

Wu Qingya smiled secretly, but she didn't expect that the first person to practice for herself was not a demonic beast but a living person. Seeing the fighting spirit of the other party, five level 5, led by a level 6 swordsman.

Everyone's cultivation is above himself. Should she think Li Ai overestimated herself or underestimated herself?

The two sides couldn't help but fight, and the blood color had already withdrawn the domineering spirit of the divine beast, and she didn't take the initiative to attack, but just cooperated with Wu Qingya to fight the crowd outnumbered, so as not to let others hurt her secretly.

Blood's move was very satisfying, this was also a good opportunity for her to practice, if Bloodcolor cast an attack, these people would not be enough to see at all.

Hmph! A level 4 swordsman is just playing with a broken sword here. If it weren't for the man next to him, he would have been taken down.

Wang Xing didn't think like the others, and turned around and came to the opposite side of the blood color to fight him head-on.

That little girl was more than enough for a few other people to deal with, and he intuitively felt that this man was the most dangerous, because he didn't attack and defend, I don't know how many pounds and taels he had.

"Damn!" I heard a scolding, and then I saw two figures fly out.

Is she really a level 4 swordsman?weishenme kicked the two level 5 warriors away so neatly.

"There are still three left!" Wu Qingya tucked the hair on her forehead behind her ears, shook her head, and threw a wink at the blood, how about it?

With the color of blood entangled in the samurai, she felt a lot easier in an instant.

She glanced at her with blood, don't be careless, there are three more! But she heard Xueshen say with a cute voice and confused eyes: "Miss, why are you just kicking with your foot? Shouldn't it be chopped like that day!"

"Chop into meat sauce?" Mai looked at the other three who were a little timid.

"As long as you're not dirty, I don't care!"

Three of you, look at me, I'll look at you, this girl actually said that she would chop them into meat sauce? It's too arrogant, isn't it, but when a few people think of the appearance of meat sauce, they can't help but feel a little disgusted.

Seeing the strong fighting spirit attacking Wu Qingya, the blood-colored eyes changed and he was about to throw out a fighting spirit, only to see the iron sword in Qingya's hand come out of the sheath with a 'swish', the fighting spirit condensed on the sword, and a sword qi was released, which shocked several people to retreat several steps in a row, and even Wang Xing couldn't help but take a big step back.

The blood-colored face did not change and withdrew the breath in his hand that was ready to go, and approached Wu Qingya again.

Everyone looked at the iron sword in amazement, as if they never expected a broken sword to be so powerful. An idea arose in Wang Xing's mind, and he decided to catch the girl first.

Wu Qingya was shocked by the power of the iron sword, and when she saw Wang Xing attacking her, she jumped up and handed over the other three to Blood, her Yitian seemed interested in playing with this level 6 sword master.

Amazingly agile speed, Wang Xing couldn't even touch the corners of Wu Qingya's clothes, and the rest of the people suspected that this woman's speed was so fast, was it a swordsman or an assassin?

Only the color of blood is still indifferent.

"Roar, roar!" suddenly came a roar that sounded like a yawn.