The red figure was passing among the men in black. Her figure was extremely fast, passing by like a ghost, making the attack moves of the men in black fail.

I saw a cold light passing by, and a black-clothed man fell down with a muffled groan. At the next moment, Wanyan Qianhua's long sword broke out and slashed out. When the figure quickly retreated, the sword was put away, and the sleeves were brushed, as if something flew out of her sleeves, and pounced at the men in black at an extremely fast speed.

"ah!"

In an instant, the men in black struggled and screamed, and they pointed their swords at each other and started to kill each other. It can be seen that the men in black attacks were not as fierce as before, as if they wanted to stop something. However, their swords were still towards their own companions in the end.

Wanyan Qianhua looked at the scene expressionlessly, and as the evil aura hidden on these people emanated at this moment, she coldly curled the corners of her lips, watched the dozens of people fall down one by one before turning around and leaving.

When the people who were hiding far away and some monks saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel shocked. Some people asked in confusion: "How could those evil cultivators suddenly kill each other?"

"What do you know? Wanyan Qianhua is from the Wanyan family. Do you know what the Wanyan family is best at?" A monk said, rubbing his arms with fear.

"What are you good at?" someone asked.

"Defend ghosts! The people in the Wanyan family either control ghosts or raise ghosts. The ability to control ghosts is unmatched. Otherwise, how would you think those people would kill each other in a good way?"

Listening to this, there was a silence around me. I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, but I just felt the streets were cold, especially under the smell of blood that was spreading, which made me even more weird and gloomy...

Two days later, Wanyan Qianhua was resting on the trees in a forest. The gloomy forest was extremely yin. However, those evil things did not dare to approach her within ten meters.

The night was very quiet, so she could vaguely hear the footsteps and speeches coming from afar, but she fell asleep without paying much attention until she was awakened by the sound of fighting between swords and swords in the second half of the night.

When she opened her eyes, she stared at a certain part of the forest with a look of ugly expression. She slept just in time but was woken up. Her heart was in full swing, so that the breath on her body became three times cold.

The red figure swept towards the place where the sound came, and passed by like a ghost in the forest. A cold red shadow floated in the darkness, which looked very terrifying from a distance.

When Wanyan Qianhua came to that place, she couldn't help but look at the person fighting in front of her. She couldn't help but look at the Xiaoyao Sect's disciples. She looked at the scarred Xiaoyao Sect disciples being besieged by the demon cultivator. When she saw one of the demon cultivators raise his hand and slap at a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect with a sharp wind, she flashed out without thinking. While pushing the disciple away, she condensed her spiritual power and greeted the demon cultivator with one hand.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!