Jiang Baochan, who collapsed in the grass on the side of the road, could only barely see the situation outside, the once strong gray-clothed man had a broken arm at this moment, and the whole person only relied on the broken sword full of scars to support him.

The face was covered with blood and dust, and he coughed up blood as he breathed, which must have hurt the inner house.

He looked blankly in the direction from which the senior brother came, there was a sword light, a sword light that could not be stopped no matter how many people fell, no matter how much blood was spilled.

Jiang Baochan sighed, why bother.

Without waiting for dozens of people in the Hou Mansion to take out the back hand prepared in their arms, a sword was like a thunderstorm, cutting the sky, smashing the ground, and coming with a thunderbolt!

Her eyes were full of dazzling sword light, and more than a dozen people couldn't even let out a scream, and they couldn't even slow down her pace in the slightest.

The red dress was like a blood-stained sunset. Stained everyone around him with the color of blood.

Miao Man's figure is equipped with a terrifying demon mask, and the woman in red is like a demon who came out of mythology. Constantly harvesting all people's lives.

"You're all going to die!" The woman in red let out a long roar like a wounded she-wolf, and her sword qi was full of swords.

Who is there who doesn't understand that rushing up like this is certain death, but where can you escape?

With the unwilling shout, the dead soldiers prepared in each team rushed forward one after another.

Without waiting for the gunpowder to detonate, everyone was killed on the spot by the sword qi that was substantial.

More than a dozen people, beheaded, beheaded, each with its own miserable.

Even so, there was still a desperate figure who rushed straight up, hugging the woman in red who was full of sword qi with all his strength, even if the sword qi tore the flesh and blood, even if the long sword was carved into the bones, he gritted his teeth and didn't let go.

"Shopkeeper Tong!" the horse-faced man dragged half of his body against a tree by the roadside, and a long knife that had been sharpened pierced from his chest to his back.

The fat man followed the sound and turned his head, and now there was no trace of flesh on his face, only a hoarse brisk walk from his throat.

With blood and tears on his face, the horse-faced man mustered up all his strength and hissed and roared: "Hurry up, go quickly, go quickly!"

Every roar was accompanied by blood streaming from his chest.

The woman in red suddenly struggled, and the shopkeeper Tong, whose bones had been chopped up, could no longer hold her back, and fell heavily into the dark red mud.

Without waiting for her to withdraw her sword, she took a step further, and the horse-faced man pounced on it, wrapping his flesh and blood around the green blade in the woman's palm, and blessed the still alive with an indomitable sacrifice.

The woman in red took a half-step back and pulled her already slightly curved sword from the horse-faced man's chest.

A person's bones can be as hard as a man.

But now, no one can stop her.

The little marquis watched one life after another die in front of him, but he had no choice but to let his face flow with tears.

The people tried to flee in all directions, trying their best to flee in all directions, because they knew that as long as one of them could return alive, they would be able to report the situation here truthfully, and the next time the army came, even if they were really gods and demons, they would not be able to escape.

Everyone is burdened with everyone's hopes, and everyone will not hesitate to destroy the meridians even if they overdraft their internal forces.

It's just that everyone is on the run......

The woman in red no longer paid attention to the scattered crowd, and at this moment she only had the senior brother who was looking at her a few feet in front of her, showing a wry smile.

They will flee if they want to flee,

You, it's okay.