Fighting the World: Supreme Valkyrie

Chapter 155

From the flickering sinister eyes, Qingran seemed to know that it was his thoughts, and said coldly: "Don't expect you to escape from my hands, this place tonight is your burial place!"

With a pause in her cold voice, she issued a killing order to the other few people, which made the blood-killing family terrified: "Don't let me let go of any of them! Tonight, I will let blood flow like a river here!"

"Yes!" The six people responded in unison, and swung the soft sword in their hands more fiercely and resolutely, and the swishing sound of the sharp sword stabbing into the body was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears , blood spilled all over the ground with the drawing of the sword, staining the originally clean ground red.

Corpses fell one after another. If you don't want to die, you have to kill each other!This sentence has been floating in the minds of the killers of Xueshamen. The swords in their hands are full of murderous aura, fierce and terrifying, ruthless and cruel. At this time, there is only one thought in their hearts, that is kill!kill!kill!

Facing the murderous and well-trained killer, Zhuer Guoer suffered a lot of wounds, and the black clothes on their bodies were cut into bloody holes. However, the two of them didn't even frown. All at once, using the moves that Qing Ran instructed them to dance out ever-changing and tricky moves.

"drink!"

"Whoosh! Bang Bang! Bang!"

With a low cry, the bloodthirsty sharp sword turned in a circle in his hand, and stabbed fiercely behind him. The sharp sword pierced into his body, and there was a whistling sound from behind, and he withdrew the sharp sword to strike in front of him. , followed by the sound of the body falling to the ground, raised his foot and kicked, leaped into the air, and a beautiful sword flower danced out, the soft sword in his hand instantly turned into ten, and shot at the surrounding men in black.

"Bang bang bang..."

The wind is blowing, the leaves are swaying slightly in the wind, making a rustling sound, the air is filled with a strong smell of blood, a chilling atmosphere, the coercion emitted by the sword gang, squeezed in the air, like A bloodthirsty tiger roared like a roar.

On the roof, Qingran in a white robe and the sinister man in red were filled with killing intent. The two figures intertwined with each other with strange moves and speeds. Those who shot, saw that beside the two of them, the powerful coercion was rolling, and the fallen leaves on the roof were rolled up and whirled in mid-air, and the tiles were blown by the powerful and fierce airflow. It was lifted, crackling and rolling on the roof.

The swords in their hands slashed across the air, drawing a sharp and ruthless airflow in the air, cutting off a corner of the roof in the distance, staring coldly at the air that is getting weaker and weaker. A stable and evil man, under the white jade mask, her watery lips slightly hooked, abruptly withdrew the sword she had struck halfway, and leaned forward fiercely, the white figure flashed like lightning, before the evil man was still Before he could react, he reached behind him, clasping his neck with slender, white fingers, and a cold voice followed.

"It's time to end!" As her voice fell, a crisp click sounded in this scene of killing, which seemed so clear and creepy.

"Crack!"

Without any warning, she didn't even have time to frighten and speak to the sinister man. With all her strength, she stretched out one hand and broke the neck of the sinister man. With the sound of clicking, his head tilted, The sinister eyes looked at the motionless front with horror, a trace of blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth, and the sword in his hand fell with a clang...

With a throw of his hand, he threw the evil man's body from the roof, and the blood-smeared soft sword shot out at the same time, passing through the evil man's body accurately, and the impact caused by the sword Pushing his body against the wall with all his strength, he didn't stop until the soft sword shot into the wall.

As the bang sounded, the killers of the Xueshamen looked at the sound, and saw a soft sword that was still shaking in the chest of their doormaster, and the soft sword shot his body. The body hangs from the wall.Seeing this scene, horror flashed in their eyes, but they were stunned for a moment, and saw a white figure floating down from the roof, sucking up a soft sword from the ground again, and holding the cold sword in their hands. Yang, the sharp sound of the sword came out.

"what……"

The white figure is like a midnight Shura, and the light figure shuttles around the men in black, the bloodthirsty scene, the chilling killing intent, with her graceful figure, she moves towards the flowing water, With the sword in his hand, he easily and ruthlessly killed one life after another. There were screams and screams, followed by the sound of "bang bang bang!" from each body falling to the ground sound.

Blood flowed down the sword body drop by drop, and when it fell on the ground, blossoming blood plums opened. She, dressed in white, was stained with blood, looking at the corpses on the ground, looking at The blood flowed all over the ground, but there was no trace of ups and downs in the cold eyes,

Her cold eyes swept over all the places, and after confirming that no one survived, her eyes fell on a few people, and she asked, "How are you doing? Are your injuries serious?"

"It's all skin trauma, we're fine." Several people said in unison, wiped off the blood on the sword, put away the saber, and walked towards Qingran.

"Let's go!" She threw the sword in her hand casually, and the white figure flashed and disappeared in place in an instant. Several people followed suit and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, as if the moon in the sky couldn't bear to look at the scene of hell on earth below, it also hid in the clouds, without the illumination of the night light, the bottom was pitch black, leaving only The blood in the air was blown into the distance with the night wind...

The next day.

In the wing room of the restaurant, Qingran and his group sat at the table eating breakfast, Xi'er's bright smile was like the rising sun in the morning, softly illuminating everyone's hearts.

"Miss Xi'er, come, try this." Guo'er picked up a piece of pastry and put it in front of Xi'er, letting her taste how it tasted.

"Thank you, Guoer." She smiled sweetly, took a bite of the pastry happily, and said to them, "Well, it's delicious. The ones made by Guoer are much more delicious than those made by myself."

(End of this chapter)