Then thinking, Shui Leng slowly raised his right hand, and then swiftly swung it out amidst the crowd's eyes.
In an instant, nine people, including him, charged into the crowd and began a frantic fight.
Huang Da transformed into the black night. White sword, red blood.
"Pingping—"
In the blink of an eye, the entire courtyard was in chaos.
Nine people went crazy in the water and among the crowd.
The swirling energy continued to bombard, and the warriors in their hands flew wildly, causing many to be thrown from the battle formation, bringing about a bloody rain.
But a few breaths can beat the enemy down to nine hands, while the enemy has at least twenty hands.
Typically, if you are hit by one of the nine, you are destined to lose your life.
The nine charged forward and quickly passed through the middle door.
However, the enemies did not diminish but increased.
After half a breath, a wide blood path appeared in Heng Qingfeng's mansion.
