Chapter 660 (2/2)

A loud noise came out, and several disciples of luochamen who rushed up were shocked and breathed out. They were also stabbed by the white sword Qi.

”What a pretty girl. She's so beautiful. I'm not willing to do it. Hehe, but you asked for it! Those who killed us at the luochamen can't live A guy of luochamen, looking at Ying'er's face, can't help but make fun of him. At last, he looks chilly. He says hello to the people around him, and then surrounds him.

Ying'er has just released her skills, and now her energy is no longer available in her body. Facing these people from luochamen, she immediately feels resentful and desperate. Then she turns her sword and stabs her heart.

”Eh!”

When the pain came, Ying'er's face suddenly froze. Then she looked at the people around her and thought: it's dead, but it can't fall into the hands of these people, just pity my little butterfly

Think so in the heart, the sharp pain that Ying son's heart spreads, immediately let him faint in the past.

These things almost all happened in an instant. When the people around the Luocha gate saw the little lady in front of them, they actually committed suicide. All of a sudden, they were very surprised.

At this time, Cheng ran comes to see where the village head's son is also dead. The woman on the body is half kneeling with a long sword in her chest. It seems that she is also very lucky. Suddenly, her brain is buzzing.

Cheng ran did not expect that in a short period of time, the three members of the village head's family died in front of him. And their death, more or less have a very direct relationship with themselves.

”Ah

At that moment, Cheng ran almost went crazy, raised his head and yelled. Then, his body flickered, and he rushed to a disciple of the luochamen. He jammed his neck with one hand and made a sudden effort.

”Click!”

After a crisp sound, Cheng ran abruptly breaks the neck of the disciple of the luochamen. After leaving the body of the disciple, Cheng Ran's eyes are red and his face is unspeakable ferocious.

”You are all going to die!”

The cold tone came from Cheng Ran's mouth, and the voice was almost from hell, which made the present disciples of luochamen have a cold war in their hearts.

Then Cheng ran took out his flute, almost half of the force, and played the music of the source of trouble.

At the moment, although Cheng ran almost runs away, he is still a little sober in his mind. If he wants to kill the more than 20 people in front of him by his own strength, he can do it. But at the same time of fighting, it's hard to protect Liu Yiyi and the girl from being hurt.

So Cheng ran doesn't hesitate to play the source of trouble in front of several people in front of him.

Almost for a moment, when he heard Cheng ran play the source of trouble, the disciples of luochamen were occupied by the desire to kill, and they had lost their self and reason, and rushed to their own people.

”You guys are... Crazy, we are our own people!”

For a moment, I saw my companions rushing towards me, and they looked ferocious one by one. The people who stood behind the luochamen were all confused, and then the two sides began to fight.

While fighting in the luochamen, Cheng Ran is playing the music of the source of trouble. At the same time, he is holding the sharp dagger tightly in his hand and performing the art of wind and shadow. Almost every time he comes to a disciple of the luochamen, his head will be cut off.

Almost in a few minutes, nearly 30 disciples of the luochamen who came to support were wiped out without exception.

There are dozens of corpses lying on the ground with different postures, and even most of them are separated. The ground is almost red with blood, and the air is filled with a smell of blood.