"Stop joking, even if a hundred disciples of the Blood Killing Sect come here, they will have to be noon tomorrow." The closest base to the Blood Killing Sect here is about ten hours away. Brother Wuhan, who has not spoken, couldn't help but speak out now, feeling that Ye Fengya, the Taoist priest, was just bluffing.

Ye Fengya spread her palms: "I have reminded you very much anyway. If you want to fight, you will go. My Qingfeng sword technique in Wudang Mountain has never met the other party." Ye Fengya got the sword from somewhere and pulled it out of the ground. The sharp sword edge was covered with blood-devouring light under the moonlight.

"Boss, is what he said true?" Wugu is a thin man and has the most thoughtful thoughts. He asked Wuhan with a slight slightest anxiety. This kid was too calm. If he hadn't been very sure, he could be so calm unless he was at all unintentional.

The Qingfeng Sword Technique of Wudang Mountain should still have a chance of winning against the four of them, but if one hundred disciples of the Blood Killing Sect are added, they will exhaust their physical strength. No matter how high the master is, they will have overdrawn their physical strength.

"Let's fight first." Wushu is also an impatient woman. How could a killer killer be so hesitant? Before Wuhan could respond, she flew over and rushed towards Ye Fengya quickly and accurately. However, before the scimitar approached the carriage, it was intercepted by a flying jade claw.

Leng Rutong opened the curtain and smiled at her: "This killer girl, your scimitar doesn't look very good."

"Damn it, who are you? You dare to intercept my scimitar. You don't want to live anymore." She tilted her feet gently and rushed towards Leng Rutong's pupils, her murderous intent was even more than the coldness of the moonlight.

Ye Fengya dived down from under the sedan chair and met her several palms. Finally, she pushed her back hard. Wushu retreated several times, but she still fell to the ground without standing still. Ye Fengya's moonlight sword hit her chest and said coldly: "Get close to the carriage and let you die without a burial place."

Leng Rutong sighed, "Oh, there is nothing to play anymore, but fortunately she started quickly and even played a trick."

Seeing that Wushu was in danger, the other three people who were hesitating rushed towards Ye Fengya. Before they could approach Ye Fengya, countless cold arrows were passing through Ye Se and attacking. The three of them immediately cried out in secret, and there were indeed ambushing, but a few arrows were a trivial matter for them.

Although the arrow cannot hurt them, it can consume their physical strength. The weakest martial arts skills in the ice-killing bonelessness are the weakest, but they can just take Ye Fengya's palms, which means that the other three people are more difficult to deal with. He doesn't want to fight them in unnecessary struggles.

Ye Fengya stood in the moonlight coldly and pointed at Wushu with a sword and said lightly: "If you want to kill, your mission will definitely fail. If you don't stop, don't blame my sword Wurui." Ye Fengya's sword edge had already pierced into Wushu's chest.

"If you are willing to meet Taifu Ning with this prince, I promise that the people in the world will not know about the failure of your mission. Moreover, how much Taifu Ning gives you, I will give you as much as you like. You have three times to think about. Tong'er, it's your turn."
Chapter completed!