"Okay, I will compete with you." Xuanyuan Li was also furious, thinking that this damn woman would not only listen to Shan Hai, but also listen to her cousin, so she wanted to draw a clear line with him.
Shancha hated Xuanyuanli for treating her as a substitute, and Xuanyuanli hated Shancha for only listening to her parents' family.
"Senior brother, I'm here to meet Miss Chu." Yang Qing'er walked over with a sinister smile, "Miss Chu, I have eight thousand years of Taoism, and I am not fair to you than Taoism.
How about we challenge each other to get through eight levels today?"
"Okay!" Shancha's eyes stood up, "Today life or death depends on one's own ability. Please go first.
Yang Qing'er took out two flags from her arms and waved them twice in the wind.
“Fufufu…………!”
A strong wind blew on the plains, and the trees in the mountains swayed from side to side, with leaves flying up and down and making a "whispering" sound, like a devil whispering.
Shancha tied the two corners of his clothes together, holding the rune knife in both hands, holding his breath and concentrating, motionless, as if he had merged with the night, and quietly clenched the knife in his hand.
The murderous aura gradually spread and surrounded her from all directions.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle was heard, and guards wearing uniforms with the unified symbol of night walking sprang out from the mountain forest and suddenly launched an attack. Swords, guns, swords, halberds, and poison-tempered hidden weapons all came towards her like a sudden rain.
Shancha moved when she heard the wind and jumped more than two meters high. The moment she left the ground, several poisonous dark darts shot through the air and disappeared into the endless darkness ahead.
As soon as the camellia landed, nearly a hundred guards in black surged in from all directions without making any sound.
A tragic silent fight is about to begin.
With murderous intent surging, Shancha stood on the spot, looking in six directions, listening in all directions, and his body remained motionless for the time being.
Suddenly, several hidden weapons were shot from different directions at the same time. Shancha tapped his toes and jumped more than ten feet high.
Before she landed, the ground beneath her was already occupied by assassins running towards her.
A pair of sharp swords and daggers flashing with light came at them all.
Shancha's body flipped in the air and fell outside the encirclement.
The man in black immediately turned his sword and attacked her again.
Shancha's heart trembled, she put the rune dagger into her sleeve and drew out the soft sword from her waist.
Accompanied by a clear howl, the cold light shone in the night sky.
In an instant, the swords crossed each other, the cold light flashed, and sparks flew everywhere.
These guards are fierce in their attacks, and each of them is very skilled. They are especially good at cooperating to defeat the enemy. They often work together to force the enemy into an encirclement and cut them into pieces with random swords.
Shancha was holding an evil fire in her heart, wishing to destroy the world and attack fiercely.
In an instant, the two sides were fighting together, and they were inseparable.
Shancha quickly flipped his wrist, held up several dazzling sword flowers, and suddenly slashed the sword diagonally.
The guards in front of him were startled and it was too late to move away.
The three heads fell to the ground, their eyes blinked, showing an expression of disbelief.
Blood splattered on Shancha's face, and she stretched out her tongue to lick the blood on the corner of her lips, showing an evil and sinister smile.
The surviving guards subconsciously took a step back, but Shancha didn't allow them to escape. He turned around and swept over with his sword.
The two guards fell down. At the same time, the guards behind them quickly gathered around and stabbed the vital parts of Shancha's vest with several sharp knives.
If he was stabbed, there would be several bloody holes in his body immediately, and the consequences would be self-evident.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Shancha's body moved two meters laterally, flipping his wrists while drifting, and chopped down several of the guards on the right.
The sharp swords collided with each other, making a "ping-pong" sound, and fire splashed randomly.
Within ten minutes, a layer of dead bodies was piled on the ground.
Yang Qing'er was so angry that she raised her eyebrows. She thought that Chu Ge was just powerful in Taoism and that he would be able to cut her into pieces in a martial arts competition.
As a result, her men suffered numerous casualties, but Chu Ge was unscathed.
Yang Qing'er waved the flag desperately, urging the guards to come forward and fight.
The two children saw that their mother was covered in blood and wondered if she was injured. They were so frightened that they burst into tears.
"Don't cry." Shancha yelled angrily, "When I kill all the enemies, I will take you home."
The two little kids were so frightened that they suppressed their cries, their little faces turned red from the pain, and they stretched out their little hands to cover their mouths.
Shancha looked up to the sky and roared angrily, jumped up, rushed towards the guards, and harvested heads like a messenger from hell.
Wherever the sharp blade passed, the guards fell down one after another. In the end, only two guards were left struggling to support themselves.
Shancha was half crazy at this time, full of grievances and helplessness. She knew that if she was not ruthless, the three of them, mother and son, would fall under the enemy's sharp blade.
She suddenly jumped up in the air, turned over and landed behind the enemy, neatly wiping their necks.
The ground was stained red with blood, and camellia's clothes were dripping with blood beads.
Shan Cha took out a handkerchief and wiped her face, then looked at the two children with a smile, "Auntie is fine."
"Granny, hug me!" You Shen stretched out her little hand with red eyes.
Shancha shook his head, reached out and took out two fruits from the basket, and put them into the hands of the two children. "After you finish the fruits, I will take you home."
Hearing the sound of wind coming from behind, Shancha kissed the little faces of the two children, moved his body a few meters, took off four flags and threw them on Yang Qing'er's face, "I am standing at the fifth door now, Miss Yang, what do you want?"
Be careful."
Yang Qing'er raised the corners of her lips, revealed a cold smile, and waved the flag in her hand.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The sound of dull footsteps came, and a huge body gradually appeared in front of everyone.
This is a strong man who is eight feet tall. Not only is his height terrifying, but his face is also different from ordinary people. His skin is covered with short gray hairs and his face is covered with ravines.
The facial contour and facial features can be classified into seven or eight categories of dogs.
The proportions of his body and limbs are also extremely uncoordinated. His body is long, his limbs are short and thick, his hands are extremely large, his fingers are thick and curved, and his jet-black nails are three inches long.
"Be careful, this is a werewolf." Shanhai looked solemnly and warned Shancha.
The werewolf stamped his feet vigorously, causing the ground to rise and fall. Under the bumps, many guards lost their footing and fell down one after another.
"Ouch!"
The werewolf suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, the sound was as loud as a bell, and everyone had to cover their ears, but the sound was extremely powerful.
The two little kids' ears were covered by the mountains and seas, but they still couldn't resist its shock. They started crying "Wow, wow," and their nosebleeds flowed out.
As soon as he saw that the two children were injured, Shancha's eyes turned cold, he tiptoed to the ground, rose into the air, drew out his long sword, and swooped down from mid-air towards the werewolf, as fast as the wind.
The werewolf didn't pay attention at all. He snorted coldly, raised his big palm, and swung it towards the camellia casually.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities!”
A little girl holding a broken sword and trying to take his life was simply out of her imagination.
When he is full, he can kill the opponent with one palm.
Unexpectedly, Shancha suddenly turned around in the air, fell directly behind him, and pierced his belly with a sword.