Li Zhao had never seen such a bloody scene, and after twenty-four years of education in modern civilization, it was the first time that she had faced a real massacre at such a close distance.

Yes.

She chose to call the atrocities she was witnessing at this moment a massacre.

One person, the slaughter of a group of people.

The horror in her heart made her feet feel like they were nailed to the ground, and she didn't dare to move.

But in the midst of such a frightened emotion, she seemed to be able to hear the sound of her own blood agitation, and she could hear the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her chest, and what she was most afraid of was that all this was not because of the panic in her heart.

"Sister Li Zhao, what's going on?" asked Chen Chengcheng, who was covering his eyes and mouth, a little strangely.

Chen Chengcheng's voice was not loud, and he and she were not very close, but the black-clothed masked man with a long knife with blood in the distance still keenly cast his gaze. The sight was as sharp as a knife, as if it could pass through the trunk of a tree and nail directly to Li Zhao's body.

Li Zhao opened her mouth, she wanted to tell Chen Chengcheng not to be afraid, or rather, to comfort herself not to be afraid.

But she couldn't make half a sound, and she wanted to take Chen Chengcheng to turn around and run away, but her feet that were still shuttling through the forest just now couldn't even move.

Click.

Click.

The man got closer and closer, and the sound of boots stepping on fallen leaves hit Li Zhao's eardrums and landed on Li Zhao's heart.

She knew that if she didn't take Chen Chengcheng and turn around and run away, the two of them would be killed, just like the people who were cut to pieces like rag bags not far away.

The silver-white sword light pierced the morning light, and with a bang, it split the big tree that Li Zhao and Chen Chengcheng were dodging and needed to be hugged by the two of them.

Between the lightning and flint, Li Zhao kicked his feet back on the spot, and took Chen Chengcheng directly into the air. Just as she was about to roll over and run away, she suddenly lost control of her body.

"Run!" The only thing Li Zhao could do was to shout such a sentence to Chen Chengcheng with all his might.

Then, like an outsider, she found herself pulling out from her back the three-autumn city that never sleeps, which had no scabbard and was tied with a strip of cloth.

The sword pointed at the black-clad masked man.

On the side of her wrist, the cold light above the blade of the sword flashed out in a flash. Then, with lightning speed, she directly attacked the black-clothed masked man.

"Help, I don't want to die. Li Zhao wailed in his heart.

Chen Chengcheng didn't dare to run too far behind him, or rather, out of trust in Li Zhao, he didn't want to run too far.

After running a distance of about dozens of trees with his calves, Chen Chengcheng chose to hide behind the trees and watch Li Zhao's sister make a move.

He glared as he watched the red figure in the distance drive straight in between a few points and a few verticals, tangled with the fierce-eyed man in black.

"Why? Why is this happening?!" Li Zhao was a little devastated, she looked at the murderous knife slashing horizontally, and wanted to close her eyes in resignation, but she couldn't do it at all.

As a result, she could only watch as she skillfully turned sideways, instantly blocking the black-clothed man's knife strength.

After holding his first knife, his hand continued to move, and with a twist of the hand, he pressed his knife underneath.

Then, Li Zhao saw himself rising from the ground, raising his foot and kicking directly on the chest of the man in black with very rapid speed and strength.

The man in black was obviously pure in internal strength, and he only took a few steps back when he stepped down like this, and then he slashed at the horizontal knife with his wrist in his eyes without panic.

If Li Zhao looked a little rusty when he shot the first sword, then this second sword, even Chen Chengcheng, who didn't know much about swordsmanship, could see something.

I saw Li Zhao hanging her hand at her side, and with a twist of her wrist, a sword flower came out, and the sword blade turned horizontally, not only repelling the knife of the man in black, but also directly stabbing him in the chest.