The man's eyes were sharp and cold, "Look at the sword! You can't escape today!"
The sword flower was so sharp and fast that it seemed to bring out countless sword shadows in the air, forming a perimeter to block her path.
She resisted with her bare hands, but it was still very difficult as her shoulder injuries had not healed.
He barely managed to withstand more than a dozen meetings and already had several wounds on his body.
Enduring the pain, I stepped forward, twisted his hand, and wanted to throw him to the ground.[
Unexpectedly, this person is not just an embroidered pillow. He has complicated moves, but he does them viciously and his skills are also excellent.
She failed to knock him down, but instead sprained her wrist.
When the silver sword stabbed at her again, she couldn't dodge, causing him to deviate, but the sword pierced into her shoulder blade.
"Stop!" A low voice shouted from behind.
Murong Qingshuang stepped back desperately, pulled out his sword forcefully, and backed away holding the bleeding wound.
At this time, another stranger came, wearing a golden mask on his face above the bridge of his nose, just like a Western masquerade. Only a pair of eyes were exposed on the upper part of his face.
His knife was placed on the man's shoulder at some point, and the blade was close to his neck.
Murong Qingshuang gasped violently, and she didn't know how to stop the gentle bleeding on her hands.
He winked at Murong Qingshuang, "Come here quickly!"
Murong Qingshuang stumbled and ran over there. Just as she reached behind him, the threatened killer had already taken advantage of the gap to escape from the knife.
The sharp and fast sword strikes came straight at him.
The masked man was unhurried and seemed to have great confidence. But this man escaped from his knife, which made him extremely unhappy!
He was very strong, so he slashed his sword and cut off his sword.
There was a cracking sound, and the sword was broken from the middle. After being thrown upward for a certain distance by inertia, it fell directly down.
"Go over here, I'll kill him and I'll be right back!" He was expressionless just now, but now he seemed to be irritated, and wanted to teach this person a lesson for trying to escape while he was distracted.
Murong Qingshuang staggered back a few steps, covered her wound and ran forward.
She gasped and looked back, just in time to see the masked man's murderous sword swinging past, and using the man's shoulder, he chopped off his head.
The huge force and his men rushed away more than ten meters.
