The trump card against the heavenly concubine

Chapter 920 [Battle of Fighting] 07
After defeating the three summoned beasts, the little black wolf ran up to Huang Yuezhen's shoulder, looking fiercely at the three summoners whose eyes had already appeared dull.

These people are really, if they dare to trouble the master while it is sleeping, it is simply courting death.

A cold light flickered in Huang Yuezhen's eyes, now, it's not over yet.

Her long and round fingers were attached to the white blade, and her red figure was full of murderous aura, just like Shura from hell.

The red figure flashed in front of the three of them like a ray of light, shining extremely brightly!
Huang Yuezhen's figure seemed petite, but she stood beside them upright, with an air of elegance, the air became a little thinner with the aura of a king, and the three people behind had all fallen to the ground.

The speed is too fast, and it is not clear whether they are dead or alive, but slowly, they only feel that they have no body, only the soul left.

There was a knife mark on the necks of the three of them, wiped their throats, neither deep nor shallow, but it was a fatal blow.

Nansheng Guyao and the others had already killed the two summoners, and they all looked at each other and smiled.

One or two of the remaining black-clothed killers were frightened out of their wits. Looking at Huang Yuezhen and the others, they felt as if they had seen a god of death. Who were the targets of the hunt today?
The power is so terrifying that it makes one's heart tremble a little.

"Zhen'er, have those people been dealt with together?" At this time, Nansheng Guyao was furious with the killing, raised his eyebrows, and just said wildly that those summoners are all dead now.

Let them go to Yincao Difu, now you know who should report for duty.

"Keep two alive." Huang Yuezhen said in a low voice, and jumped out after speaking. The current killers have long since lost their fighting spirit and have been defeated.

The weak and the weak.

Nansheng Guyao's big knife slashed forward one after another, like a broken bamboo. Those people only felt that their hands and feet were weak and they still had the slightest sense of resistance, so they could only let the sharp big knife cut off their own flesh.

skull.

More than a dozen heads were like balls, smashed to the ground one by one, circling on the ground, some fell directly into the pile of corpses, the blood stained the street red, blood was everywhere
Stained, the air is filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Say, who sent you here?" Huang Yuezhen pinched one of the survivors with her fingers, and said coldly.

"Yes. Yes." His voice was visibly trembling, and he felt that his chest was tight and he couldn't breathe.

"Chen Zhong, you can't say it, you can't say it." The man in Huang Yuezhen's hand shook his head hastily at him, his eyes were anxious.

"Don't say? I'll make your life worse than death." Huang Yuezhen's voice became lower and lower, as cold as ice.

"Yes. I. Uh~" The victim in Huang Yuezhen's hand simply committed suicide. Huang Yuezhen's eyes were so gloomy that it was a dead man, damn it.

The killer in Nansheng Guyao's hands has also committed suicide. It seems that these killers are dead men. No matter what, they are all dead ends. Judging from the expressions of the two people just now, it is very likely that these killers

If there is a reason or some family members are concerned about it in the hands of the master behind the scenes, otherwise, I would rather die than tell, that is, I don’t want to implicate some other people.

Hmph, don't think so, she doesn't know who did it, and it is estimated that the biggest possibility is that person.

"Zhen'er, do you know anything?" Nansheng Guyao saw Huang Yuezhen's eyes were shining brightly, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was bloodthirsty, he guessed that she must know something.

(End of this chapter)