Hua Wuying didn't hear what they said at all, as if she was the only one standing here at this time, waiting intently for Leng Jiuming.

Hua Wuying's eyes didn't look at the women of Muxinlou who were rushing all the way, she looked around, still seriously looking for the white-clothed figure that had already been stained with blood, she secretly breathed, although it seemed to be very casual and unprepared to stand there, but the thousand-year-old cold silk wrapped around her palm was always ready, as long as there was danger approaching, she would shoot out mercilessly.

Hua Wuying firmly believed that Leng Jiuming would never die so easily, but where was he at this time? Is he okay? If he is safe and sound and successfully escapes, how can he not see his figure? What happened to his injuries? These questions have been hovering in Hua Wuying's mind, lingering endlessly, but no one can answer her doubts at the moment, and the only person who can answer them has not appeared for a long time.

Hua Wuying remembered Leng Jiuming wholeheartedly, and couldn't tolerate anything else, but the people in Mu Xinlou had already killed in front of him, and all of them were women, and all of them were young and beautiful women, but at this time, they were all hideous, ruthless, and their moves were all killing moves.

In an instant, the sword shadow and sword light shone in the cold moonlight, and the hum of the sword and the angry shouts of the woman in black broke the original silence of the valley.

At this moment, Hua Wuying stood under the tree calmly, the cold moonlight flowing down to her through the lush branches and leaves, the valley path in front of her was illuminated by countless firelights, and the roar of the rushing water could not hide the sound of the killing of the blades.

At such a critical moment, Hua Wuying was very calm, just like when she was covered in blood and standing in the sea of corpses with the Broken Soul Sword in her hand.

In the face of the attacking sword light and sword shadow, Hua Wuying turned around to dodge, and quickly threw out the thousand-year-old cold silk in his hand, the cold thousand-year-old cold silk flashed golden in the firelight, and shot out rapidly at various unexpected angles, mercilessly wrapped around the enemy's neck, and then twisted it hard, so that the enemy's corpse was separated in an instant.

The thousand-year-old cold silk moves that she learned from Leng Jiuming drew a cold arc in Hua Wuying's hands, and she shot ruthlessly, striving to solve more enemies in the shortest possible time.

The women in Muxinlou are all outstanding, but at this moment, no one will be merciful because of their beauty, neither will the flowers be shadowless, the streamer will not, and neither will Fang Yao.

Hua Wuying was worried about Leng Jiuming's safety and whereabouts, so she jumped up and down into the crowd with a long roar, killing in the crowd, she needed to use more death to restore peace to this valley as soon as possible, only in this way could she find Leng Jiuming's whereabouts.

Encountering this series of changes, Hua Wuying's body was already very tired, but her moves were not half slow, and wherever the cold thousand-year-old cold silk went, it was either blood or human life.

Under the moonlight, the red clothes were bright red, not only the red of the red clothes, but the red that was constantly stained red by blood, no one could know how much of it was the blood of the enemy, and how much of Hua Wuying's own blood. The blood-red clothes flew up, and when the sleeves were raised, the cold light and shadow of the thousand-year-old cold silk illusion that quickly came out were ever-changing, making people unguardable.

Hua Wuying's expression was cold and indifferent, in addition to this, there was also a sense of gloom, the place where the thousand-year-old cold silk in her hand passed was full of corpses, and the blood flowed like a river, this was not a battle, but a massacre.

Streamer and Streamer took the time to glance at Hua Wuying's side while facing the enemy, and their hearts were terrified. They had never seen such a shadow before, she seemed to be no longer in the human world at this time, but from the Shura Hell, and she was an ominous existence at this time.

Although Streamer and Liujing were surprised by Hua Wuying, who had never seen it before, they didn't have time to look at it more, and the women in black who were originally around Hua Wuying were afraid of Hua Wuying's means, and they all rushed towards Streamer Liujing and Fang Yao.

The three of them, Streamer Liujing and Fang Yao, formed a circle opposite each other, fighting desperately. Most of the black-clothed women in Mu Xinlou surrounded the three of them, and a large circle slowly tightened, making it impossible for them to escape. Under such circumstances, there can only be one result, and that is that they will surely die of exhaustion.

No matter how powerful a master is, if he is surrounded by so many people and constantly fights with them, there will always be times when he is exhausted, not to mention that they have already consumed a lot of energy in the turbulent water, and it is not suitable for a long time to fight.

At present, it seems that Hua Wuying's side is Hua Wuying's upper hand, but the women in black in Mu Xinlou are not fuel-efficient lamps, if Hua Wuying keeps fighting them like this, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be injured, and it is difficult to guarantee that his internal power and spiritual power will not be exhausted at that moment, at that time, it will be too late to withdraw.

Hua Wuying, who was in the battle situation, was not unaware of this, it was not the first time for her to fight with one enemy and one hundred in this way, she naturally knew that it would not be beneficial to Streamer Liujing and Fang Yao to delay like this, nor would it be beneficial to herself.

At this time, she can still break through and leave, but she will never allow herself to do this, she will never allow herself to leave so easily, she must not leave Leng Jiuming! If she can't find Leng Jiuming, she won't leave!

Although Hua Wuying knew that she would do this, Leng Jiuming would definitely not agree if she knew, but so what, if she couldn't see him, she couldn't see him safe, she could only go crazy like this, she thought she must be crazy......

Suddenly, with the sound of breaking the air, an unknown hidden weapon flew towards Hua Wuying, and at the same time attacked a variety of bright and flickering long knives and long swords, Hua Wuying dodged to avoid the attack, and the cold thousand-year-old cold silk in his hand killed the enemy, and the unknown hidden weapon grazed her cheek, very thrilling, if she hadn't reacted quickly, it would have been hit by the hidden weapon.

At this moment, Hua Wuying noticed that someone was approaching behind him, this person's breath was long, and he knew that he was a rare master just by feeling.

Hua Wuying didn't dare to take it lightly, she focused all her attention on her for the time being, and when the time was ripe, she suddenly turned around, and the cold thousand-year-old cold silk in her hand flashed white and twisted towards the other party.

"Shadowless, it's me. The person who was twisted by the cold and sharp thousand-year-old cold silk was not worried at all that he would be separated by the corpse of the thousand-year-old cold silk in Hua Wuying's hand, he did not retreat but advanced, completely ignoring the thousand-year-old cold silk thrown by Hua Wuying, but repelled the woman in black who attacked Hua Wuying from the other side.