Yi Shuihan rode Sa Lu Zi away leisurely. She was just using hypnosis.
The man in black who seemed to be the leader made a gesture. The man in black held a long sword and rushed towards Ling Yiran in the middle like a ghost.
There were about fifty men in black, and all of them were cold-blooded and ruthless warriors. It seemed that death was the purpose of their existence.
There were only ten people on Ling Yiran's side, and there was already a huge disparity in numbers. Moreover, the guards were all soldiers, and their fighting methods were obviously different from those of dead soldiers.
The leading guard shouted: "Protect the young master!"[
In an instant, there were flashes of swords, flying sand and rocks, turbulent winds and clouds, and dangers everywhere.
Blades meet in a life-and-death struggle. The man in black is quick with his sword and hits the vital point with every move.
But the guards were not just vegetarians. They stood up, grasped their weapons tightly, and fought with all their strength. They had the courage of soldiers to put their lives at risk.
Even though Ling Yiran looks like an aristocratic young man, he is like a hellish Shura when he kills people. He raises the knife in his hand and kills with one sword, without hesitation. The cold light reflected by his cold eyes makes people shudder.
After a period of bloody storms, the forest was full of people, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. Several men in black had fallen to the ground, but the number of men in black was still far ahead, and it seemed that they could not be killed no matter how hard they tried.
There was always a huge disparity in strength and they were outnumbered. After a fight, the guards were exhausted and could barely resist the attacks of the men in black. Several guards fell to the ground, not sure whether they were dead or alive.
Ling Yiran was obviously a little powerless and suffered many scratches on his body.
At this time, something seemed to penetrate the air and pass through the throat of the man in black. The man in black groaned and fell down, leaving an arrow on the neck of the man in black.
In an instant, arrows flew down from the tree like meteors one after another, hitting the vital points of the man in black without missing a beat.
Ling Yiran looked up and saw a man in red standing on the tree watching the show. That man was Yi Shuihan.
Yi Shuihan glared at Ling Yiran angrily, the arrow in his hand flew behind Ling Yiran, and another man in black fell.
Ling Yiran came to his senses, it was so dangerous.
Yi Shuihan stretched out his hand to pick up the arrow, right? There are no more arrows, hum, the rabbit’s death has come!
"Injured rabbit, I have no arrows, young master. Just wait for death."
Injured rabbit? Hearing this, Ling Yiran almost stumbled and fell. He glared at Yi Shuihan's gloating look. The guy never forgot to laugh at him.
Yi Shuihan opened the fan with a swish sound, shook it, and said with a smile: "But if you promise me not to play with the golden fan anymore, I might be able to help you."
"Okay." Ling Yiran agreed. The moment he saw Yi Shuihan, he had never thought about taking the fan back. Yi Shuihan was worthy of his fan.
Suspicion flashed in Yi Shuihan's eyes. Why did he agree so easily? "I don't believe it. Why don't you swear a poisonous oath?"
Ling Yiran was so angry that he almost vomited blood. That guy was going too far! "Believe it or not!" [
Yi Shuihan looked like a good person and said: "Forget it, forget it, I will believe you just once. Anyway, with your ability, it is impossible to take the fan back from this young master."
Ling Yiran vomited a mouthful of blood. He didn't know whether he was beaten by the man in black or by Yi Shuihan.
Yi Shuihan put away his joking expression and said wildly: "Ling Yiran, let me show you my 'soul-stealing'."