Yun Luo choked on the blood gushing from his chest, coughed heavily, and lay half on the ground.
When she raised her eyes, ten killers in black were already surrounding her.
The sharp sword and the long sword are filled with murderous intent, which makes the cold eyes look like black and impermanent men who are threatening their lives.
"Hehe...hehe..." Yun Luo suddenly laughed.
The laughter was indescribably cold and mocking, and these killers in black were stunned for a moment.
"It's very courageous to laugh even when you are about to die." A gloomy voice came from all directions, like a ghostly voice.
Yun Luo laughed while coughing up blood. After spitting out the congestion on his chest, he felt much more relaxed.
She raised her eyes sarcastically, "I laugh at how proud I am. A small seventh-level person can actually use ten eighth-level people, one... top expert above the eighth level, to hunt me down together. It's really an honor...
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She suffered serious internal injuries and was unable to even speak, showing a strong sense of weakness.
But this cannot hide the irony and sharpness in her words.
"Hmph! You're just an ant, you're really putting money on your face!"
The gloomy voice couldn't help but feel angry, and a gust of wind suddenly blew, rushing directly towards Yun Luo's face, as if he wanted to slap her in the air.
Yun Luo tilted his head suddenly, and the strong wind fell on the ground behind him, causing the soil to fly.
Her eyes turned cold, "Isn't what I said the truth?"
While she was speaking, a small medicine bottle suddenly appeared in her hand behind her back, and the bottle cap was opened.
A thin wisp of colorless smoke overflowed from the mouth of the bottle.
With Yun Luo as the center, it slowly spreads to all sides...
At this time, slight footsteps sounded.
A tall figure flashed out of the darkness, hands clasped behind his back, and walked over slowly.
The ten men in black who surrounded Yun Luo respectfully moved out of the way.
Yun Luo narrowed her eyes warily - this person should be the one hiding in the dark, making her feel strongly threatened and locked in, right?
He is also the leader of this group of black-clad killers.
I saw that this man was a middle-aged man with a cold face, a hooked nose, a pair of sharp and narrow triangular eyes, a cold face, and a long breath.
His strength is much higher than Yun Luo.
A warrior cannot see through someone stronger than him, so although Yun Luo noticed his presence early, he was unable to judge his level.
He didn't even wear a mask and showed his true face openly, obviously he didn't care about being seen by her.
Because in the eyes of this middle-aged man, Yun Luo is already a dead person.
So what if I see it?
"You are right about what you said. It is indeed an honor for you to die in the hands of my Lord." The middle-aged man looked down at Yun Luo coldly, his eyes disdainful and contemptuous.
Yun Luo raised the corners of his lips mockingly, "Oh? I wonder what the venerable's name is?"
"It doesn't matter if I tell you, I will give you a title, Feng."
Wind Master?
Yun Luo secretly wrote down this name and glanced at him again: "Looking at your dark clothes, you must not be from Xianle Palace, right?"
Just by hearing the name, you can tell what Xianle Palace is about.
Xue Yi was dressed in white from head to toe, and she didn't even want to cover it up in the ghost market, making her look like she was wearing sackcloth and mourning.
"Huh?"
Master Feng glanced at her in surprise, then looked away with contempt on his face.
It was as if this slight glance was already condescending to him.
"A mere ant actually knows the name of Xianle Palace, so he has some knowledge."