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Chapter 38 Killing Quartet 10
The moves are as beautiful and elegant as dancing, which makes people fascinated, but it is as sharp as the messenger of hell, stealing people's souls and killing people.

This is the most beautiful and direct ultimate move.

No move is useless, every move is the most direct killing, a fatal attack.

When the world can no longer turn, stop killing with killing. This is the general outline of the dance of killing.

The red light flowed, and the hall was full of figures of blood swords.

"Bang bang bang..." The sound of fierce collisions resounded from anywhere in the hall.

Three men and one woman, they couldn't see their figures so quickly, they could only see the bright blood-red wind in the middle surrounded by three black winds, or the blood-red wind was surrounding and suppressing the three black winds.

Fast, unparalleled fast.

"Damn." You Tan Luo Hua shrank back, avoiding an invisible sword move with the electric light and flint, You Tan Luo Hua patted the branches with leaves, turned to look behind her, a small petal: "X , was almost beheaded."

"I dodge, I dodge." The black demon kept swaying here and there, and the flowers shrunk even smaller than a toothpick.

It's too frightening, the room is full of sword lights, if you are not careful, you will die.

"Go back to the nest, go back to the nest, it's not safe here, ouch, my ass." The emerald flower rolled on the bed, and a leaf was chopped into two.

"Dangerous, it's so dangerous here, I want to go back to the space." The old tree looked at the bare tree body because he didn't avoid it, and wanted to cry but had no tears.

Bloody wind, red light filled the hall.

Compared to the screams of the spirit grasses, Xue Jian was excited. , almost yelling and heading towards the weapons of the three people, kill, kill, kill, kill all opponents, kill.

The red shadow flew, killing coldly like a hell sickle.

"Bang bang bang..." The sound of weapons colliding continued, and the three of them retreated almost uncontrollably.

So horrifying, so shocking.

A sword is not just a weapon. Although there are comparisons of material quality and sharpness, it has absolutely no self-consciousness.

And now, what did they see.

They actually saw a sword that should have self-consciousness roaring at them, slashing at them frantically, wanting to eat their flesh and drink their blood.

God, what kind of sword is this.

And this master who can control this self-conscious sword, who is this person?
A sharp sword is the most suitable for the dance of killing with a sword, and a self-awareness can best match the master's sword. This kind of match is simply perfect.

It's incredible, it's incredible.

The color of blood splashed into the hall, with a murderous look, and it flew wildly under the collision.

Mo Qianchen was holding a sword in one hand, and there was a murderous look in his eyes at this moment. Wherever the sword moved, every move was the key point of the three opponents.

Level-[-] peak, hmph, in the battle when she was dying, she killed many level-[-] peak masters, but today, there are only three level-[-] peaks.

The blood sword is vertical and horizontal, there is death but no injury.

A sword flew down, and Mo Qianchen chopped off a six-level master with a sword. Amidst the cheers, the blood sword sucked up the blood from that person's body in an instant, and the blood red color on the blood red long sword became more and more intense. Dense, imposing, more and more prosperous.

"You...you...you're not human..." Big shock, real shock.

A girl who is only 13 years old, a girl with amazing poison skills and even more amazing martial arts, if she grows up, who else in this world will be her opponent.

(End of this chapter)