My princess always wants me to usurp the throne

Chapter 447 Really no worries?
Duan Wusha stared at her calm face with surprise and suspicion in his eyes.

Today he brought more than a dozen masters, but he couldn't frighten the girl in front of him.

Thinking that the third child died at her hands, and was sent back to Xiyelou in his coffin, it was a shame and shame!

And not long after, their lair was inexplicably taken away, and they had to find another place, and were reprimanded by their master.

He concluded that those things must have something to do with the woman in front of him.

Duan Wusha raised his hand, and the four killers on his left and right immediately attacked her.

Shen Qianxia's eyes turned cold, she flexibly turned the hilt of her sword, turned around to resist with all her strength, and turned passive into active in an instant.

Where the sword light passed, the two killers groaned in pain, and then fell to the ground.

Doubt flashed across her eyes, and after a fleeting moment, it was clear in her heart.

Seeing that the two companions were dealt with so quickly, Duan Wusha's anger exploded in an instant, "Let's all go up, set up the formation!"

Shen Qianxia froze for a moment, and looked at him coldly.

At the same time, the remaining killers have already set up their formations, and the situation is changing like a storm in an instant, and the waves are turbulent.

The leaves of the trees were rustled and fell one after another, and the dust on the ground was rolled up. For a while, it seemed like a storm was coming.

Shen Qianxia's red dress was blown up by the strong wind, making a rattling sound, she calmly ignored it.

A slight chill lingered on her clear and beautiful face.

Compared with the previous formation, the current hem formation is more majestic, with a depressing and suffocating feeling.

But if you look carefully for a moment, you can find that its lethality is a little weaker.

Sure enough, it was the three remaining killers in Xiyelou, only Duan Wusha came tonight, and it is even more difficult to deal with them together.

Shen Qianxia stabilized her mind and let them keep changing the formation, calmly looking for a breakthrough.

After a while, the moves of the killers became a little disordered, and the formation was disrupted by Shen Qianxia.

When two killers fell to the ground again, Duan Wusha panicked like never before.

He only felt that the woman in front of him was unruly, as calm as water, and her moves were as fast as lightning, which caught people off guard.

Suddenly, Duan Wusha didn't care to fight back, and shouted loudly: "Miss Shen really has no worries?"

Shen Qianxia restrained her mind, and glanced at him lightly, the other killers did not dare to act rashly.

Duan Wusha continued to say coldly: "Isn't it because of him that you came so quickly?"

He raised his sword and pointed at Shen Zhen, his eyes dark and fierce.

Shen Qianxia hooked her lips and smiled very lightly, her tone was neither salty nor weak, "Didn't you guys investigate the details before accepting the mission in Xiyelou? Don't you know how I treat the Shen family?"

"Really? You thought you were bluffing children!"

He pressed the sword against Shen Zhen's neck, his bloodthirsty eyes seemed to burn him into ashes.

Shen Zhen raised her drooping head, opened her eyes, and after a brief moment of panic, she seemed to be trying her best, "Sister, you... hurry up..."

Shen Qianxia's heart hurt slightly, and she said casually: "I hate others to threaten me the most in my life, and I feel uncomfortable if I can't breathe out, so I can only wrong you."

Shen Zhen opened his lips, and stopped a few times before speaking, but finally did not speak again.

"You still have some integrity at such a young age, much stronger than your parents. It's a pity that your sister is hard-hearted and doesn't care about you at all."

Duan Wusha's cold voice was chilling, the sword in his hand became heavier, and his sharp eyes looked at her with unclear meaning.

Darkness slowly flowed down the white-glowing sword edge.

Shen Zhen clenched her lips in pain, and begged her to go quickly with difficulty.

(End of this chapter)