A faint fragrance slowly spreads, followed by a strong smell of blood that makes people vomit. No one can detect the faint fragrance hidden in the air under the strong smell of blood.
"An Luoluo, what do you want to do?"
An Luoluo raised his eyes coldly and looked at the person who spoke. His eyes lowered lightly, and the indifferent stream of light danced out, like a sharp sword turned into a thousand-year-old black ice, and shot directly at the person who spoke.
Those eyes were cold, ruthless, and bloodthirsty, like a demon emerging from purgatory under the Nine Netherworld, carrying the killing intent of destroying everything.
"What do you think I will do?"
An Luoluo curled her lips and sneered, her beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and she remembered that this middle-aged man was one of the four people who attacked her that time, causing her to almost die.
Old and new grudges, An Luoluo’s eyes are cold and ruthless!
"Just the two of you, do you have what it takes?"
The middle-aged man curled his lips coldly, and when his eyes passed over the two people, his eyes stopped on the swords in their hands. As the saying goes, people die for money, and birds die for food.
Warriors should die with secret books and famous swords!
Cold Snow Sword, Red Blood Sword!
The famous sword passed down in the Guwu family was actually held in the hands of two younger generations. Not only that, they actually used it to provoke the Zhang family.
He admitted that An Luoluo was very capable, and with the addition of the mysterious Situ Ran, it was even more difficult to deal with! But with a millennium of inheritance, how could he not even have that little foundation!
"We are enough to destroy a small Zhang family!"
An Luoluo turned to look at Situ Ran and smiled softly. The smile was full of strong confidence, cold contempt, and a hint of arrogance to the extreme!
"Humph, let you never come back!"
The middle-aged man snorted coldly. Even if they have famous swords in their hands, it doesn't matter. After all, they are just young kids. I want to see what flowers can be found in Zhang Qianjun's hands!
"Do it!"
Zhang Qianjun shouted coldly and rushed over at the lead, only to find that those standing there were still standing motionless, like dead bodies. If it weren't for the eyes that were darting around, I would have thought it was a real statue!
"Do it?"
An Luoluo sneered, his beautiful face full of contempt.
"you……"
Zhang Qianjun moved. He wanted to take advantage of his age and deep internal strength to kill An Luoluo immediately. However, after the sword energy was swung out, he had no time to analyze whether the sword energy would fall on her.
There is no way to prepare for whether Situ Ran will take any action at this time!
After the blow, his figure was cold and stiff, motionless, or rather he dared not move. There was such a feeling swirling in his heart, and it would be wiped out as soon as he moved.
"You poisoned me?"
The sword energy clashed with each other and exploded with a loud sound.
Zhang Qianjun looked at An Luoluo, who was standing coldly in front of him, and now he understood why those people were indifferent when they heard his orders.
It turned out that all of them had been poisoned before they knew it!
What a powerful woman, with such superb poison skills, they don't know when she administered the poison?
"I'm not a gentleman?"
An Luoluo curled her lips coldly, her beautiful face was cold and contemptuous, and her voice was as cold as the twelfth lunar month in winter.
"I can tolerate you hurting me, but if you hurt the people I care about, I have to pay the price!"
