Chapter 908 (1/2)

It was not until the second monk's chest was pierced and a wound about the size of a bowl appeared that the other two disciples of Wan Haimen completely reacted.

”You, who are you?”

”What do you want to do?”

Naturally, Shen Qing would not answer them.

This kind of thing, even if you want to talk about it, will not be told to you who are not good to the teacher.

There was a gust of wind at the foot of the mountain.

There is a smell of blood in the wind.

There are three bodies lying on the ground at the moment.

One has no head.

A chest was pierced.

A body was obliquely smashed in two.

The only remaining disciple, Wan Haimen, was paralyzed on the ground, crawling back with his hands and feet.

He looked at the pretty girl approaching him in horror.

Not long ago, I'm afraid that if I lent him ten heads, he would not believe that this girl had such terrible strength.

”Where is Chu Yan now?” Shen Qing asked lightly.

The expression on his face was full of learning Chu's words.

”I, I...”

Shua!

The soul lock gun turned into a black light and penetrated the Friar's thigh and nailed him to the ground.

The next moment, it's a heartrending scream.

The friar put his hands around the wound.

Inside the wound, fresh blood gushed out like a spring.

Lin miaoran asked the question again.

”You, you don't kill me...”

The friar cried with tears.

Waiting for a moment, see Shen Qing expression is still light, his heart is more and more cold.

However, although he did not get a response from the other party, he still harbored a fluke.

”When we and we went down the mountain, he was just promoted to diyuanjing... I think, I think now he should have left...”

”Why?”

Shen Qing's eyes brightened when she heard the words ”Di Yuan Jing”.

Suddenly, the corner of her mouth can't help but curl up a radian.

Today, she also slowly learned to laugh.

In a flash, the blood around seemed to warm up all of a sudden.

The friar was staring at Shen Qing.

He swore that he had never seen anyone look so good.

This astonishment even made him forget his fear for a moment.

But soon, the sharp pain of the wound brought him back to reality.

”Because he... He... Not everyone... Was scared... So... They all ran away...”

The male disciple's facial features were twisted together, and he said as he breathed in pain.

”Oh.” Shen Qing nodded.

At this moment, her mind can not help but imagine the appearance of Chu Yan killing all sides.

Really, I really want to see the teacher's powerful appearance.

After a little meditation, Shen Qing decided to go and have a look.

Now it seems that the teacher should have been safe.

I am now in the past, I think there is no way to see the teacher.

But even so, it's satisfying to see where teachers fight.

With this in mind, Shen Qing steps forward and pulls out the soul lock gun.

With a hiss, a stream of blood gushed from the wound on the monk's leg.

”You, you don't kill me...”