The World-Defying Mercenary Concubine: Sushou Qiankun

Chapter 420 Stormy Storm [7]

Back off, these timid humans back off.

There was blood all over the ground.

And Yan Li was panting heavily, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, blood was all over his body.

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Aren't you trying to catch me?"

"Didn't you say I'm a witch?"

Saying that, Yan Li laughed out loud.

Laughing so arrogantly.

Suddenly, her eyes glared, blood red eyes, and sternly shouted: "Come on! I'll be standing here, waiting for you!!!"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all saw fear in each other's eyes.

This person in front of him is completely a god of killing!
Everyone backed away a little more.

There was an open space where Yan Li was standing. She was surrounded by corpses, and the whole ground was covered in blood. Under the cover of night, it was extremely strange.

"Witch, you can't escape, don't increase the number of murders, be careful that you will go to the [-]th floor of hell after death, and you will never be reborn!!!"

When Yan Li heard this, he laughed out loud.

"Eighteen floors of hell? Even if there are nineteen floors, I will destroy them! No one can stop me from leaving, no one!!!"

Never be born again? !
She has already fallen into a place of eternal doom, and she can no longer survive.

It doesn't matter anymore.

If they are all dead, what does it matter to her?

So what if she killed it! ! !
I would rather bear the world's people than let the world bear her!

Her heart is gradually changing.

Her heart is gradually sinking.

at this time--

The people at the banquet mansion shouted: "Hurry up, we are running out of time. If this witch's spirit beast recovers its cultivation, we won't be able to run away!!!"

With such a shout, those who wanted to retreat rushed forward one after another.

No matter how strong her cultivation is, so what.

There are so many of them!

witch, witch, witch
Then let her, a witch, let you go to hell!
More people rushed up, attacking Yan Li tirelessly.

Yan Li didn't soften his heart at all, so he came to kill one by one.

But this is a protracted war, and every minute and every second of a protracted war consumes the most power.

Every time you make a move to resist resistance, you have to maximize your strength.

Yan Li's breathing became heavier and heavier, his hands seemed to be filled with lead, and only mechanical movements remained.

There are wandering dragon steps, but she can't move.

Those people came forward so fearlessly, wave after wave.

All are crazy.

They forced her like this, the harder she hit.

The power was slowly passing away, blood was all over Yan Li's body, on his face and hair, blood dripped down his cheeks.

With so many people attacking, Yan Li was gradually exhausted, and her strength was consumed too much.

Who knows how many times he was hacked on the back, and how many times he was stabbed on the arm.

But even so, she didn't give up.

She wants to live, to live.

Live and destroy those who are proud.

"Ah—" Yan Li raised his head to the sky and shouted loudly.

The rotation speed of the spiritual energy around the body accelerated again.

Yan Li's face was icy cold, but his blood-red eyes showed a trace of sadness inadvertently.

That is the truest feeling.

Heartbreakingly sad.

A sword stabbed towards her chest.

Yan Li raised his eyes and saw the angry face of the old ancestor.

Are you angry?

A sneer of sarcasm curled up on the corner of Yan Li's mouth, and he tightly grasped the blade of the sword with his bare hands.
The old ancestor sternly said: "You must die!" His body shook, and he stabbed Yan Li even harder.

(End of this chapter)