"I'll let you go for now. If you dare to covet my things again in the future, your life will be taken."
Su Yin glanced indifferently at the Scorpion Commander who was lying on the ground. Without waiting for the soldiers to gather around him, he jumped up to the roof and disappeared from everyone's eyes in a few flashes.
The Anti-Qing Alliance issued a signal to retreat. Something must have happened in the city. It would definitely be unwise to put yourself in a dangerous situation in order to kill a master of the Qinghe Sect. Once she reaches her territory, she will naturally have a way to deal with these Qinghe Sect's traitors.
military.
As soon as Su Yin left, Mr. Ming Shu also saw the opportunity, jumped on the roof, and took the opportunity to escape.
"Third brother, are you okay?"
Shi Tiankai stepped forward nervously and asked, "The injury to Marshal Scorpion is not a trivial matter in Qinghe Cult, because in the martial arts world, there are not many people who can injure Marshal Scorpion."
"No problem."
Marshal Scorpion shook his head, looked at the direction Su Yin left with his deep eyes, and said calmly: "She is very powerful. I am not her opponent. I think only the eldest brother can definitely defeat her."
"What, only the eldest brother can beat him?"
Shi Tiankai took a breath of air. He knew very well who the eldest brother was. Among the seven young marshals, how could it be easy to be the eldest brother? There are only people in the world who can compare with the eldest brother.
There are only a few martial arts masters, and he has never seen anyone other than those old guys who are qualified to fight against his elder brother.
"Don't believe it, she didn't use all her strength just now."
Young Marshal Demon Scorpion sighed lightly and said calmly: "It is impossible for Marshal Demon Crocodile to injure me so easily. Her martial arts should be above that of Marshal Demon Crocodile. The Anti-Qing Alliance has produced another one."
The ultimate master."
There was one thing he didn't say, and that was the Junzi Sword in Su Yin's hand. Logically speaking, it was impossible for this sword to appear in the hands of that young man. How could the heirloom treasure of the Ferris Empire fall into the hands of a Yuan Kingdom person.
Shi Tiankai touched the cold sweat on his forehead. He unexpectedly met such a powerful person. The Young Marshal Demon Scorpion mentioned was the second-ranked master among the seven young marshals, slightly better than him.
The character of Marshal Scorpion.
However, Marshal Scorpion and Marshal Devil Crocodile have always been at odds with each other. The two fought openly and secretly and were dissatisfied with each other. However, no one among the seven marshals dared to disapprove of the number one marshal.
"You don't have to think too much. You don't have to deal with such a powerful person. There will naturally be experts in the church to deal with her."
The Demon Scorpion Commander glanced at the Demon Tiger Commander and said calmly.
There are many experts in the Anti-Qing Alliance, but how can their Qinghe Sect be simple, especially the current Qinghe Sect, which is no longer what it used to be, and is no longer the same Qinghe Sect.
"clear."
Shi Tiankai nodded slightly, he also knew that he could not intervene in a battle of this level.
"I will report this matter to the superiors. Now you are leading the army to encircle and suppress the anti-Youth Alliance people who are still in the city. They are in the same boat as us. Kill as many as you can without mercy.
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Marshal Scorpion clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the moon in the sky, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
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Figures jumped in the dark night, like ghosts in the dark night. Under the silent night sky, scenes of bloody killings were staged.
The smell of blood in the city is getting stronger and stronger, and more and more people are dying, not only the rebels of the Qinghe Sect, but also people from the Anti-Qing Alliance.
Outside the half-collapsed South City Gate, Su Yin was holding the Junzi Sword, leaning on a mottled stone pier. Eroded by hundreds of years of wind and rain, the city wall had long been gray and ancient, deeply engraved with the traces of time.