The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 29 Cold God Palace Master 2
A white-haired old man was holding a soft sword, his clothes were scratched, and blood was gurgling.

Her hair was loosely hanging down, and her eyes stared at the three black-clothed masked men in front of her, exuding a bloodthirsty murderous aura.

There were bloodstains on his face.

I don't know if it's her own or the enemy's.

On the wrinkled face, there is a look of death.

Jian Luo couldn't help being a little surprised that such a person turned out to be a woman.

It seems that the identity is still very mysterious.

Of the three men in black on the other side, two of them have already died.

One of them was sitting under a big tree, his eyes half-opened, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, obviously dying, and it seemed that he couldn't last long.

Of the other two, one was intact and the other was wounded all over his body.

Obviously, the intact man in black never joined the fight.

Jian Luo looked at the hostile sides and had estimated the current situation.

The white-haired old man can support for an hour at most, and even if two of the black-clothed masked men die, there is still a master.

Victory or defeat is already clear.

The white-haired old man is fighting a trapped beast.

The masked man in black at the head stood with his hands behind his back, and a mocking chill shone in his pupils.

Looking at the white-haired old man, he said cold and heartless words: "Leng Bingshuang, hand over the token, and spare your death."

The white-haired old man snorted coldly, and the murderous aura on his body increased instead of diminishing, "I, Leng Bingshuang, will not hand over the token to you even if I die."

"So ignorant of good and bad, what's the use of keeping you." The man in black blurted out the cold words.

He raised his right hand and made a gesture.

Jian Luo could see clearly that it was a 'kill' gesture.

Sure enough, another wounded man in black raised his sword and walked towards the frosty direction.

The black night clothes were in tatters, and the bright red blood seeped on the black clothes, turning them into jet black.

If it weren't for those few torn cracks, I would really think that the man in black was not injured.

The white-haired old man watched coldly the man in black walking slowly, without moving.

Just staring at each other so coldly.

Walking to a certain distance, the man in black suddenly shouted loudly, followed by a flash of cold light, and a silvery white light approached Leng Bingshuang.

Leng Bingshuang turned around, the cold wind picked up the white clothes on her body, her figure was like a butterfly, and she avoided it lightly.

(End of this chapter)