Baili Wushang's face sank like water, and the long sword in his hand turned into streaks of light like a rainbow, killing anyone who touched it.
He was really angry. When he saw the large and small wounds on Yun Jingchu's body just now, he had the urge to kill everyone.
Now that these people were not afraid of death, he pounced on them, so naturally he started killing them without any hesitation.
Soon, the men in black fell to the sword of Baili Wushang one by one.
However, these men in black did not retreat but advanced. Instead, they pounced upward one by one, like moths rushing to a flame, knowing full well that they were facing a dead end but with excitement.
Above the black steps, Yun Xiyao looked at the battle below, her face getting worse and worse...
Finally, when only half of the men in black were left, Yun Xiyao couldn't help but cursed angrily: "Try harder, you losers. There are so many people who can't even beat one person. Do I support you for free?"
"..." The man in black accepted the accusation silently, and at the same time, he pounced on Baili Wushang more and more desperately.
Thanks to Baili Wushang, there are fewer and fewer people in black surrounding Yun Jingchu and the five others, and their pressure is getting less and less...
In the end, Yun Jingchu and the other five were able to deal with the men in black while having free time to watch the battle on Baili Wushang's side from time to time.
Then, there were no men in black besieging Yun Jingchu and the other five people.
The huge darkroom became a performance stage for Baili Wushang alone.
I saw the sword in his hand drawing dazzling streams of light in the air, accompanied by arcs of blood...
This was a one-sided massacre without any suspense.
As time passed by, Baili Wushang was surrounded by fewer and fewer men in black. When the last man in black fell, only half a cup of tea had passed...
After a battle, Baili Wushang's face was neither red nor out of breath, his expression was calm, and his white clothes were still spotless...
Baili Wushang put away the sword in his hand smoothly, looked around the dark room coldly, and after confirming that there was no one in black anymore, he raised his head and looked at Yun Xiyao on the black steps...
"Jingchu, is this woman the one who has been causing mischief?" Baili Wushang looked at Yun Xiyao, but the question he asked was about Yun Jingchu.
Baili Wushang is currently in a state of amnesia, so Yun Xiyao naturally does not recognize him now.
"Yes." Yun Jingchu nodded.
"Then I'll help you kill her." Before Baili Wushang could finish his words, he strode towards the black steps, and then walked up step by step. Every time he went up a step, he seemed to be stepping on the overwhelming murderous intent, even he and the surroundings
The air seemed to be frozen instantly...
At the same time, the sword in his hand was unsheathed again...
The sword that had just killed someone was as bright as new, shining with a snow-white and cold light under the light, exuding a cold killing intent...
"Baili Wushang, what do you want to do?" Yun Xiyao was forced to take a step back by the killing intent emitted by this man's sword, and looked at Baili Wushang who was getting closer and closer with a wary expression.
"Kill you." Baili Wushang replied calmly.
Yun Xiyao's face became angry, and the expression on her face was twisted: "Kill me?! Haha, what a big joke. You don't think I'm desperate, do you?"
"..." Baili Wushang curled his lips coldly, ignored Yun Xiyao and continued to walk towards Yun Xiyao...
One step, two steps, three steps...
Yun Xiyao's face turned pale, and she retreated step by step under the pressure of the powerful evil spirit, until she could no longer retreat and fell down on the large gilt chair...