The red figure shuttled among the men in black. Her figure was extremely fast, passing by like a ghost, making their attacks miss.
I saw a cold light flashing, and a man in black fell down with a muffled groan. In the next moment, when Wanyan Qianhua's long sword flashed and chopped out, her figure quickly retreated, she put away the long sword, and flicked her sleeves. Something seemed to fly out of her sleeves and pounced on the men in black at an extremely fast speed.
"ah!"
In an instant, those men in black struggled and screamed, then pointed their swords at each other and started killing each other. It can be seen that the attacks of those men in black were not as fierce as before, as if they wanted to stop something. However, their swords were finally directed at their own companions.
Wanyan Qianhua looked at the scene expressionlessly, watching the evil aura hidden in these people emanate at this moment. She curled the corners of her lips coldly, and after watching the dozen people fall down one by one, she turned and left.
The common people and some monks who were hiding far away saw this scene and could not help but be shocked. Some people asked in confusion: "Why would those evil monks 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?” said a cultivator, rubbing his arms fearfully.
"What are you good at?" someone asked.
"Ghost control! The people of the Wanyan family are either ghost controlers or ghost raisers. Their ability to control ghosts is unmatched. Otherwise, why do you think those people would kill each other for no reason?"
After hearing this, there was a moment of silence around me. I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, but I just felt that the street was cold, especially with the diffuse smell of blood, it seemed even more eerie and gloomy...
Two nights later, in a forest, Wanyan Qianhua was resting on a tree. The gloomy forest was filled with a heavy sense of yin, but those evil creatures did not dare to approach within ten meters of her.
It was very quiet at night, so she could vaguely hear the footsteps and voices coming from afar. However, she felt sleepy and did not pay much attention to it and fell into a deep sleep. Until the middle of the night, she was awakened by the sound of swords clashing in battle.
After opening her eyes, she stared at a certain place in the forest with an unpleasant expression. She was sleeping soundly but was woken up. She was so angry that her breath became three points colder.
A red figure rushed towards the place where the sound came from, passing through the forest like a ghost. A cold red shadow was seen floating in the darkness, which looked very scary from a distance.
When Wanyan Qianhua arrived at that place, she couldn't help but flicker her eyes when she saw the people fighting in front. They were actually from Xiaoyao Sect? Her heart moved slightly, watching the wounded Xiaoyao Sect disciples being besieged by the demon cultivator, and seeing one of the demon cultivators raise his hand and slap a Xiaoyao Sect disciple with a fierce palm wind, she dodged without thinking, pushed the disciple away, and gathered spiritual energy with one hand to greet the demon cultivator.
"Bang!"
The two palm winds collided with a bang, and a strong airflow spread out from between the two people. Wanyan Qianhua stood steadily without moving at all, while the demon cultivator was blown away by the airflow and fell heavily to the ground.