The red figure shuttled among the people in black. Her figure was extremely fast, passing by like a ghost, making the attacks of the people in black to no avail.

Seeing the cold light passing by, a black clothed man fell down with a snorting sound. In the next moment, when the long sword in Wanyan Qianhua's hand flashed out a sword gang, the figure quickly retreated, the long sword was folded, and the sleeves Flick, something seemed to fly out of her sleeves, rushing towards the people in black at an extremely fast speed.

"what!"

For an instant, after the people in black struggling to scream, they pointed their swords at each other and started killing each other. It can be seen that the attacks of the people in black were not as fierce as the previous ones, and they seemed to want to stop something. , Their swords are still towards their own companions in the end.

Wanyan Qianhua looked at the scene blankly, watching the hidden evil cultivating aura of these people exuding at this moment, she coldly curled her lips, watching the dozens of people fall one by one. Later, he turned and left.

The people hiding far away and some monks saw this scene, and they couldn't help but be speechless. Some people asked suspiciously: "How can those evil cultivators suddenly kill each other?"

"What do you know? That Wanyan Qianhua belongs to the Wanyan family. Do you know what the Wanyan family is best at?" a monk said, rubbing his arm with a little fear.

"What are you good at?" someone asked.

"Gu ghost! The people in the Wanyan family are either guarding ghosts or raising ghosts. The ability to guard ghosts in one hand is unmatched. Otherwise, how do you think those people can kill each other well?"

Hearing these words, there was a moment of silence around me, and I don’t know if it was a psychological effect. I just felt the cold swoosh on the street, especially under the bloody smell that permeated, it was even more weird and gloomy...

In the night two days later, in a woods, Wanyan Qianhua was resting on the tree. The gloomy woods were extremely cloudy, but those evil things did not dare to come within ten meters of her.

The night was very quiet, so even if the sound of footsteps and voices came from a distance, she could still faintly hear, but when the sleepiness struck, she didn't pay much attention and fell asleep until, in the middle of the night, she fell asleep. The sound of fighting swords awakened.

Opening her eyes, she stared at a certain place in the forest with a somewhat ugly expression. She was just asleep but was awakened. The fire was so intense that the aura on her body was three minutes cold.

The red figure slid towards the place where the sound was coming from, passing through the forest like a ghost, swishing coldly and saw a red shadow floating in the dark night, which looked terrifying from a distance.

When Wan Yan Qianhua came to the place, he couldn't help but blinked when he saw the person fighting in front.Is it a member of the Xiaoyao Sect?She moved slightly, watching the scarred disciples of Xiaoyao Sect being besieged by the demon cultivator, and seeing one of the demon cultivators raise his hand and slap a sharp palm against a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, almost He flashed out without thinking about it, and while pushing the disciple away, he condensed spiritual energy to face the demon cultivator with one hand.

"boom!"

The two palms collided with a bang, and the powerful air current dispersed from the middle of the two. Wan Yan Qianhua stood steadily, without even moving, but the demon cultivator was caught by the air current. Knocked out and fell heavily to the ground.