Murong Wu was beaten passively, and her anger rose to the extreme.
There was no expression on her face, but the coldness radiating from her body almost turned the whole world into a cold winter.
The three swordsmen were protected by the blood barrier, like blood-sucking tortoise shells.
She could not go over and hurt them.
However, such a cruel move would definitely not last long.
Before they exhausted their strength, all she did was hide and , and we should try our best to lead these bloody swords to those people.
Seeing what she was thinking, these three people were even more anxious.
The rain of blood kept falling, hoping to get rid of Murong Wu as soon as possible.
And Geng Qian also saw something.
He waved his left hand and shouted to disperse, asking them to escape.
If they couldn't escape, they would hold Murong Wu back.
She must be killed.
Fortunately, Murong Wu's reactions were quick, her six senses were astonishing, and she had been refining her body all the time.
It delayed her time and was extremely dangerous, but not lifeless.
However, other people were indeed like flies.
In order to distract her, they would hit her from time to time.
Although she can resolve her fighting spirit, it can give her a moment of pause.
In this case, there is no room for any distraction.
The bloody sword rustled, white clothes beat the snow, red and white faced each other, a scene of killing.
It's hard work, it's really hard work.
Being beaten so passively, Murong Wu's face became gloomy to the extreme.
They couldn't hold on for long.
When the swordsman in the lead saw that although Murong Wu kept dodging, she still showed no signs of retreating, she felt even more anxious and the blood rain became denser. spectacular, bloody Murong Wu was hit back and forth, and her concentration reached the extreme.
Xiaoxiao and Xueqiu'er did not dare to neglect, and their protective shield did not dare to delay at all, just for fear of being accidentally hit.
It's so shocking that just the slightest mistake can lead to a fatal disaster.
Geng Qian and the others even made sneak attacks from time to time, intent on destroying Murong Wu.
There was more and more sweat on the temples, and the black hair was stained, but there was no trace of fear at all.
Finally, the sword rain gradually became smaller and lighter in color.
Murong Wu also received a few blows on her body, almost breaking the two beasts' protective barrier.
The Meng family and Geng Qian were both anxious, and their attacks became more frequent and brutal.
There are three thousand phantoms, with clones crisscrossing the sky.
The white shadows intersect among countless scarlets, which is dazzling.
The others looked at Murong Wu, feeling frightened and angry in their hearts.
They attacked fiercely but did not injure him at all.
The sword rain became shallower and shallower, but the three swordsmen still refused to give up.
Their faces were hideous and terrifying, and they kept urging the killing sword to delay.
Their eyes were bloodshot and the veins on their foreheads were bulging.
It's almost time.
These people have endured enough.
It's time to wash their necks.
Just as they were still struggling to death, Murong Wu's dodging figure was suddenly directly exposed to the weakened sword rain and went straight forward.
The man was shocked, but as if he had seen a good opportunity, he shouted frantically, "Go to hell, you bitch."
The sword rain suddenly became sharp and shot at Murong Wu again.
Murong Wu raised the corners of his mouth with disdain, disappeared, and then reappeared in front of the three swordsmen in the blink of an eye.
At this time, the blood-colored barrier around the swordsman was also weak, and his strength was almost exhausted, and he could no longer maintain it.
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When he saw Murong Wu, who was originally in the sword rain, suddenly appeared next to him, his chest jumped.
"It's over."
The voice was mixed with coldness, and the black light flashed in the soul.
The sharp blade directly cut through the blood barrier, and in the incredulous eyes of the three people, it directly cut towards the necks of the three people.
The warm liquid was sticky and greasy.
The three of them saw the bloody mark on each other's neck in disbelief.
They couldn't help but cover their necks.
Blood continued to overflow from their fingers.
Horror and fear overflowed from their crazy eyes.
The sword could no longer be taken back, thousands of swords disappeared in the rain, and the original three swords fell from the air and were deeply inserted into the earth.
The blood red color of the sword body had dimmed, and there were still faint cracks.
Plop The three swordsmen fell down together, their eyes wide open unwillingly, their hatred, madness and fear frozen forever: