"If I guessed correctly, there should be people from the Tang Sect fighting with others." Yan Xiaolan's eyebrows were tangled. Although a miracle occurred, she could not guess who was responsible for the miracle.
"People from the Tang Clan?" Yan Cheyu said to himself, "It's very possible!"
"Uncle, how about we go out and take a look." Yan Xiaolan really wanted to lift the veil of mystery and see who the master Fang was, the life-saving person who dared to be an enemy of the Tang Sect.
"Well,,,this,,," Yan Cheyu was a little hesitant.
"Uncle, let's go. If the people who came to save us are fighting to the death with the people of the Tang Sect, then we should go out immediately. Maybe we can help."
Yan Cheyu thought about it and felt that Yan Xiaolan was right. Anyway, he would die anyway, so it would be better to go out and give him a try and support the person who attacked the Tang Sect. Maybe he could survive this disaster by luck.
So, Yan Cheyu and Yan Xiaolan led a group of hired strong bodyguards out of the villa and hurried towards the small group of woods.
About five minutes later, when Yan Xiaolan and the others rushed to the woods, the fighting here was over. In addition to the unrecognizable scene around them, Yan Xiaolan and the others only saw dozens of corpses lying on the ground, which was horrifying.
"Mr. Yan, Miss Yan, I am sure that these people are the best killers in the Tang Sect, but the wounds on their necks show that they were all killed by someone sealing their throats with a sword. I can't believe that we in Shu still have
It’s really incredible to have such a master.”
A fat man in his thirties, after roughly inspecting the corpses scattered on the ground, walked up to Yan Cheyu and Yan Xiaolan, and said to them respectfully. His name was Qin Hu, and he was the son of Yan Cheyu.
The leader of the bodyguards hired this time.
"Kill with one blow?" Yan Xiaolan and Yan Cheyu both said in shock. Looking at Shu, you can count the number of people who can kill the best killers in the Tang Sect with one blow.
"Yes." Qin Hu was also surprised.
"In our Sichuan, such masters should have stopped caring about the world a long time ago. Why do they suddenly appear here?" Yan Cheyu, full of questions in his mind, ordered Qin Hu, "Check again, they were captured by
What kind of weapon and what kind of moves killed him."
"Yes!" Qin Hu took the order and carefully inspected nearly ten corpses. Without exception, they were all killed by swords and had their necks cut.
Qin Hu, who had been walking around the world for several years, pondered for a while and walked up to Yan Cheyu.
"Mr. Yan, if I guess correctly, all the Tang Sect killers all over the place were killed by a profound martial art that has been lost for nearly a hundred years."
"It has been lost for nearly a hundred years? The Seven Swords of Zen Master?" Yan Xiaolan was dumbfounded and casually said what an old monk who saved her life and inspired her to continue living said to her when she was in Mount Emei.
"I didn't expect that Miss Yan knew so much about martial arts at such a young age." Qin Hu couldn't help but glance at Yan Xiaolan, and immediately felt like he wanted to follow Yan Xiaolan.
"It's just a coincidence."
Yan Xiaolan walked up to a corpse, squatted down, and wiped the wound on the corpse's neck with her bare hands. Her fingers were stained with a little warm blood. Then in the eyes of everyone in shock, Yan Xiaolan would be stained with blood.
Put your finger in front of your mouth and lick it gently with the tip of your tongue.
The bloodthirsty Shura was born at this moment! Decades from now, the whole of China, Asia and even the whole world will be terrified after hearing this name!