At this moment, there was no sound. There was only a struggle between life and death. In front of the death god, everyone was ugly. They twitched and widened their eyes as if they were complaining about the injustice of the death god. Their last expression in the world was that they died with grievances.
One by one, people fell silently. Ruan Qing's body was covered in blood, both from others and herself. The long battle had made her very tired. However, she could not stop. She only knew that if she stopped for even a moment, she would die. The wound on her back was burning, as if it was being roasted over a fire. The blood coagulated on her back, and her entire body looked like she was wearing a mottled red shirt. Ruan Qing's eyes became even darker and deeper, as if she could see through the river of time and see the ever-changing scene in front of her.
The dagger slashed across their throats one after another, stabbing and pulling out their chests one after another, leaving behind a bright red flower.
One by one, people rushed up and fell down one by one. At this moment, many people were lying on the ground. They were not breathing or struggling…Ruan Qing panted heavily as she leaned against a big tree. She held a dagger in her hand and bent her waist slightly. Her eyes were sharp as she looked at the person in front of her. Her eyes were dangerous and bloodthirsty, and her face was pale, making her look even more seductive.
A few people in front of her were also holding large knives and looking at her carefully, waiting for her to suddenly attack. They were so timid. No one had ever seen a person who could kill so casually and with such ease. Even cold-hearted people like them could not help but feel a wave of fear.
They stared at the pale-faced man, but no one dared to step forward…
" Hurry up and attack her! She can't hold on any longer!" Someone shouted.
Everyone rushed forward
Ruan Qing's eyes suddenly froze, so cold that it could freeze one's bones. She held the dagger and stared at the person in front of her. As long as someone walked into her predetermined range, she would not hesitate to kill them.
The situation of the others was not optimistic either. They were all surrounded by many people. The sisters who had followed behind them were now isolated and surrounded not far away. It could be seen that they were about to reach their limits. Their bodies and faces were covered in blood, and they kept turning the daggers in their hands. Although he looked miserable, he made people admire him for no reason.
Relatively speaking, Xuanyuan Chen was still better. There were only four ninjas left, but the middle-aged man was standing there with an evil smile. Looking at Xuanyuan Chen waving his sword among the ninjas, he seemed to have already seen the end of Xuanyuan Chen. Xuanyuan Chen was still waving the big sword in his hand with anger in his eyes. He was like a demon in hell, arrogant, bloody and fearless.
In fact, Xuanyuan Chen was very nervous. He was nervous about Ruan Qing's injury and what kind of injury he would get next. His heart felt like it was being fried in a pot of oil. He didn't know what to do. He could only turn it into a raging anger and desperately cut this half-human, half-ghost bastard in front of him.
At this moment, he saw Ruan Qing passively surrounding him, her entire person filled with exhaustion. His heart was hanging high, and he really wanted to fly to her side and hug her fiercely in his arms, blocking all the pain for her.
Ruan Qing suddenly jumped up and rushed forward with lightning speed. She gently cut the throat of the person holding the knife in front. Her knife was neither light nor heavy, and she was stingy with the extra strength. However, it just happened to cut through his blood vessels. Blood spurted out and shot out a beautiful arc.
The man stood rooted to the ground in shock, staring blankly at the woman who had returned to her original position in an instant. Her waist was slightly bent, and she was ready to go. She opened her mouth, but only a gurgling sound came from her throat. In the end, he fell backward.
Everyone was shocked and looked at Ruan Qing in fear and anger, but they were still rooted to the ground and did not dare to move forward.
Ruan Qing smiled coldly and continued to stare at the scene in front of her. However, the wound on her back hurt even more. Her mind felt as if it was covered with a layer of gauze. It gradually spread to her eyes, and the world became pale and blurry. Ruan Qing blinked her eyes fiercely, chasing away the fog in front of her eyes and having a moment of clarity.
After waking up, he fell into an even deeper fog, and his head became dizzy.
"What happened to me?" Ruan Qing gently shook her body to wake herself up, but her body still stood there firmly. He tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand. He couldn't give up, he couldn't give up.
Those people looked at Ruan Qing's expression, which was filled with fear, suspicion, and astonishment. Then, they became ecstatic and exchanged glances with each other. The few of them spread out and quietly surrounded Ruan Qing. They stood a step away from Ruan Qing and quietly stopped. He slowly raised the saber in his hand. The bright saber that was emitting a cold light slowly moved across his chest, past his eyes, and above his head. Everyone took a deep breath. The veins on their hands bulged, but the saber trembled slightly.
He took a deep look at Ruan Qing, whose face was as pale as a ghost. At this moment, her eyes were no longer as deep as before. It was as if there was a layer of fog that had lost its focus.
He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and fiercely slashed down with the saber in his hand at lightning speed…
Xuanyuan Chen was worried that Ruan Qing wouldn't be able to take it, so he quickly cut down all the ninjas and snatched the knife from Ruan Qing. However, he ignored the wretched middle-aged man who had been watching the battle from the side. Suddenly, a sharp blade wind flashed from his left side. Xuanyuan Chen turned his body fiercely, but his arm was still cut by the blade.
He cursed in his heart and glared at the middle-aged man with a wretched look in his eyes. It seemed that he would not be able to escape until he killed him. He turned around and pounced…
Perhaps the potential of a person in a desperate situation was infinite. Xuanyuan Chen slashed at that person. Although he was exhausted, he still insisted on using his knife to the extreme.
Japanese swordsmanship emphasized speed, ruthlessness, and accuracy. The middle-aged man had rested for a long time, so he was full of energy. He slashed horizontally, and Xuanyuan Chen blocked it with his knife. Suddenly, his left arm, which was cut, twitched. In a hurry, he took a step back and finally avoided the dangerous knife. He did not expect that the man would cut a slight wound on his chest.
Xuanyuan Chen's eyes suddenly turned red,"Damn it, if I don't kill you today, I will crawl back!"
He unleashed his slashing skills and charged at that person without any regard for his life.
Perhaps the heavens were looking out for Xuanyuan Chen, or perhaps that person really deserved to die. Xuanyuan Chen suddenly tripped and the sword in his hand suddenly turned into a horizontal sweep. The person couldn't change his move and felt a cool thing across his neck.
His eyes were wide open as if he had seen a ghost.
Xuanyuan Chen looked at him and laughed out loud. He spat on his face and cursed," F * ck!" The man finally fell down in disbelief and sighed in his heart," This works too!"”
Xuanyuan Chen looked up at the sky and laughed maniacally. He turned his head to look for Ruan Qing, but his eyes suddenly widened in fear. His face instantly turned pale, and his mouth still maintained the smile from before. However, the red color on his mouth slowly faded away...
His body trembled uncontrollably as he shouted,"No!!!”He staggered towards Ruan Qing's direction...
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