Hearing that aunt, Wanyan Qianhua showed a smile. She reached out and touched the young man's head, and said, "I haven't seen you in a few years, Feng'er has grown up."

"Aunt, aunt..."

The young man couldn't help crying, hugging her in his arms and crying very sadly: "Auntie, they killed many of our people..."

"Qianhua!"

"Miss!"

"younger sister!"

A cry of surprise came from around, and everyone called and quickly came to her.

Wanyan Qianhua listened to the calls of the people, and glanced around the ground, then looked up at her people and said: "I'm coming back late." She should have come back earlier, if it is earlier, she The people of the ethnic group will not die or injured so many.

She took a deep breath and patted the boy on the head: "Go! Go to the back, aunt, these people, come and clean up."

The boy stepped back and went back, still looking at his aunt.

"Grandfather, father, let all the people retreat." Wanyan Qianhua said, his eyes fell on the people in front, and slowly revealed a bloodthirsty smile: "Today, you all have to die here. !"

"Hahaha! Just rely on you?" The seven or eight heads raised their heads and laughed, staring at Wanyan Qianhua contemptuously, as if they had ignored the monk who had previously died.

Wan Yan Qianhua sneered, and her voice came out coldly: "Uncle Thirteen, you can watch, don't let them run away!" Her voice fell, and the ghost-like figure had been swept out, she was useless Ten thousand ghost banners slashed them one by one with a long sword in his hand.

The red figure shuttled between the people. The extremely fast speed and the invisible sharp sword shocked everyone, especially those who wanted to counterattack, at that moment only felt a powerful force. The pressure shrouded them, stunned them, and let them be slaughtered without being able to move.

Wherever the red figure passed, a corpse fell in horror with wide-eyed eyes, some died before swallowing a breath, and some died before they even heard the exclamation...

Around this large area, the remaining two hundred people were slaughtered without any resistance, and a strong smell of blood permeated the surrounding area, shocking those people with horror, and all their strength broke away. The coercive shock wanted to escape from it. However, several figures were about to flee, and they had their necks broken and thrown on the ground.

Wanyan Shisan clapped his hands and snorted, "Have you heard that my little niece said one can't go? Is this trying to test my skills?" He looked around and saw, but only half of the time, More than two hundred people died in Wanyan Qianhua's hands, not one left.

"Tsk tusk, no wonder you come out with a reputation after a few years of cultivation, which is louder than mine. It really makes sense." Wanyan Shisan said, a pair of eyes glowing at the Wanyan Qianhua who finally stopped.

With her strength, these two hundred people are really not enough to see, these people are really looking for death, so many people besieged the Yan family?And they came back.

However, I am fortunate to have returned. If I come back later, it is estimated that this bloodbath is the Wanyan family.

Wanyan Qianhua glanced at the corpse on the ground with a beautiful face. The strong smell of blood made her frown. She stepped forward and came to her grandfather and father.