755. Chapter 755 The flower of the outbreak has not yet fallen
Hua Weiluo was anxious, looking at himself as if he was in trouble. There was an internal force in his dantian that was gathering more and more, and the internal force that was walking around his body was also about to move.
"Brother Zhizhen!! Be careful!!" Zhimei exclaimed, causing Hua Weiluo to look back instantly, only to see two killers attacking Zhizhen from the left and right, one from top to bottom, and the other
Cutting from bottom to top towards the truth.
Seeing that Zhi Zhen was almost too late to dodge this attack, everyone felt a white light flash in front of their eyes, and a sharp aura quickly attacked them.
Zhimei and Zhishan were startled and quickly retreated to avoid the exploding internal force.
Because the two killers were making moves, they couldn't hold back the trend at all. They only felt a white light blooming in front of their eyes, and the next second they were dead and in different places.
Zhizhen closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the fatal blow from his internal power, but there was no movement for a long time.
He opened his eyes full of doubts, only to see Hua Weiluo's white Taoist robes being inflated by the inner energy emanating from his body, rustling in the wind.
She held a scimitar in each hand, with the bright red blood of the two killers dripping from the tip.
There was a faint smile on that exquisite face, as if she hadn't noticed anything just now, but the killing intent exuding from her body should not be underestimated.
At that moment, I really felt that the unfallen flowers in front of me were as if Shura came from hell, stepping on the blood on the ground was like stepping on dazzling manjus and sandals, and his clothes were fluttering, bringing an aura of despair.
The killers were frightened by Hua Weiluo's murderous intent, then came to their senses and continued to swarm towards her like swarms of swarms.
"Luo'er!!" Zhishan frowned slightly and called loudly towards Hua Weiluo.
Before the flowers fell, she turned back and smiled at Zhishan. Her moist eyes on her fair and jade-like cheeks were like streams in spring, trickling but with the chill of icebergs. The corners of her rosy lips were raised.
A beautiful arc, although it is a smile, it makes people feel a strong murderous aura.
She just stood among a bunch of killers, looked back at him and smiled, and then like lightning, she threw herself into the duel with the killers.
The two water-moon scimitars in her hands exuded a biting chill, and each cut carried the breath of death. Wherever it struck, white light suddenly appeared, and red blood danced with the wind, marking the eternal swan song of life.
Her movement skills are extremely fast, and the killers are often killed by her before they can react, and the next replacement killer is already dead before he can stand in the formation.
Zhizhen and Zhimei just watched helplessly as Hua Weiluo rushed toward the two-story building opposite the stage at extremely fast speeds, forcibly cutting a bloody path.
Zhishan frowned slightly, looking at her weird movements and strange martial arts, he had no time to think too much and had to quickly follow her.
In front of Hua Weiluo's eyes, those people seemed to be little people made of tofu. She raised the knife and dropped it, one after another, and was killed effortlessly by her at an extremely fast speed.
Huang Er stood on the stage, watching Hua Weiluo's movements in surprise. Seeing that she was about to approach the door of the two-story building, he jumped in front of Hua Weiluo, holding a huge hand
