Devil's Concubine

Chapter 48

The darkness was completely torn apart, and the sword light arrived in an instant, stabbing at Chu Yunshang's back.

Chu Yunshang lowered her head in a daze, as if unaware of the danger that was close at hand.

But that cold sword light made the blue light in Mo Ranchen's eyes suddenly explode.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and shouted, "Get out!"

Then he raised his palm and slashed at it. The wind in his palm was like a knife, and a large swath of cold wind was blown up, and he slashed at the black shadow that was rushing towards Chu Yunshang.

boom!
There was a crisp metallic sound, and the sword snapped.

It seemed that only a string was broken, but the black shadow was like a kite with a broken string, coming fast and going faster, falling heavily towards the rear, struggling on the ground twice, and dying quietly.

In all directions, countless slashing sword lights struck again, and countless black shadows formed a circle. The target was still Chu Yunshang.

This time, Chu Yunshang raised her head, her facial expression didn't change at all, her eyes narrowed slightly, Chu Yunshang glanced around, an imperceptible murderous look flashed in her eyes, and immediately, her eyes closed, As if her eyes had never been opened before, a gust of breath overflowed from her body, and the swing immediately vibrated greatly.

Two swords passed behind her, and the two men in black rushed to nothing. At this moment, Mo Ranchen moved. No one could see how he moved. They could only see it in the misty night. In the courtyard, the crimson figure blows past like a whirlwind, the red, the red is dazzling, and the red seeps into people.

The men in black only felt a blur in front of their eyes, and before they understood what was going on, they felt a biting chill coming from their necks, and they instinctively stretched out their hands to cover their necks, but the blood gushing out from between their fingers, Can't hold back no matter what.

"boom……"

"boom……"

"boom……"

As the crimson figure flashed past, people kept falling down in the yard.

On the swing, Chu Yunshang's figure was ups and downs, and the night wind blew her skirt, and under the skirt, because of the splash of blood, it was also stained with bright red.

That is blood.

With the wind, the smell of blood quickly spread in the yard, and in the yard full of flowers, there was a strong smell of blood.

The smell is extremely pungent and disgusting.

However, Chu Yunshang's expression remained unchanged. She just lowered her head, looked at the hem of the skirt, and looked at the bloodstain, as if it was a small red flower blooming from the hem of the skirt.

The red flowers are extremely gorgeous and enchanting.

The flowers bloomed on her eyelids, and Chu Yunshang's clear pupils gradually filled with a layer of red mist.

Anyone who is familiar with Chu Yunshang will know that at this moment, Chu Yunshang has already become murderous.

She is no longer the mediocre Sixth Miss of the Chu family, but has become a hell fire lotus that makes people die at the touch of a finger.

Red pupils, red like hellfire.

An extremely dangerous aura burst out from Chu Yunshang's body. Those men in black who tried to get close to her felt the majestic and vast dangerous aura, and each of them instinctively trembled, feeling fearful in their hearts, and dared not Closer.

They clearly knew that if they dared to get any closer, they would not even know how they died.

And following the hesitation of these men in black, Mo Ranchen instinctively glanced at Chu Yunshang, who lowered his head, quietly, and did nothing.

However, the dangerous aura emanating from Chu Yunshang was so frightening.

Such a scene made Mo Ranchen a little puzzled, but his movements did not stop, and he continued to harvest the lives of those men in black like the scythe of death.

Killing people is like killing chickens, but that's all.

Under the hands of Mo Ranchen, these well-trained assassins have no resistance at all. When encountering Mo Ranchen, there is only one end, and that is-death!

More and more people died. In the darkness and within the courtyard walls, corpses were everywhere, and the smell of blood became more and more intense.

Seeing Mo Ranchen's tyrannical methods, those black-clothed assassins also felt fear in their hearts. Under the shaking of their minds, their killing spirit gradually subsided, and they instinctively retreated, taking the opportunity to retreat.

However, there is no chance.

Prince Ning's Mansion is a forbidden area, which is an unwritten rule in Mingyue City.

No one has ever dared to act wildly in Prince Ning's Mansion, even high-ranking officials, even the notorious Assassin Alliance, because they all knew what would happen if Mo Ranchen got involved.

Therefore, the appearance of these black-clothed assassins not only annoyed Mo Ranchen, but to a greater extent, touched Mo Ranchen's authority.

In this way, even if the gods descended, they would not be able to rescue them from Mo Ranchen's hands.

The crimson shadow was like the fire of hell burning in the dark night, and the speed of the ink dyed dust was too fast to be captured by sight. He waved his hand and raised his foot casually, and there must be an assassin in black who died under his hands.

Ten breaths.

It's just ten breaths of time.

Twenty black-clothed assassins all died here.

Those black-clothed assassins were all killed by one blow. When they died, they all opened their eyes wide open. It seemed that they could not believe it when they were dying. They would die so easily. They died without even a little resistance. No.

In the dark night, the ink-dyed figure stopped.

The crimson figure filled the entire courtyard with a threatening aura. Mo Ranchen's expression remained calm, as if these people were not even an ant in his eyes.

There wasn't even a speck of blood on his body, it was clean and fresh, but his methods were even more shocking than that of Hell Shura.

All because he is Mo Ranchen.

His authority cannot be desecrated!
The wind blows, and the fishy wind blows.

The wind mixed with the smell of blood blows on the face, and the wind is full of the dark breath from hell.

At this moment, Chu Yunshang's lowered head finally lifted up again. Her eyes were clear and her face was calm. Her skirt was still fluttering with the swing, as if nothing had happened.

(End of this chapter)