Chapter 7 The Seven Evils of Lingnan(2/2)
One of them smiled strangely.
The red-faced swordsman took a breath and started to shout, "It's the seven evil people in Lingnan, please protect Mr. Fang!"
A group of tourists around him hurriedly protected Fang Wen firmly.
The four figures in the hat at the front jumped towards the crowd without saying a word.
Three figures of hats behind him rushed towards him quickly.
The red-faced sword master, Thunder Sword, Heart-breaking Palm and others hurriedly met the enemy.
However, these seven evil spirits in Lingnan are obviously all the long-standing demons in the world. They are so powerful that they are unimaginable that they are even more terrifying than the four dragons in the north.
The seven demons rushed into the crowd as fast as the wind, and only the sound of metal jingling continued to sound.
One after another, the gangsters were quickly killed and screamed.
Even the Red-faced Sword Master, Thunder Sword, Heart-Destroying Palm and others were at a disadvantage and hit several blows in an instant.
The crowd was in chaos.
"Go!"
Suddenly one of the evil men rose up, and countless poisonous needles were emitted from his hand, densely packed, shooting towards Mr. Fang Wen in a stinky way.
"Prince Fang is careful!"
"Protect Young Master Fang to evacuate!"
The red-faced swordsman and others were all surprised.
Just as Mr. Fang Wen and Fang Xiuru around him were about to die by countless poisonous needles, they were about to die.
clang!
The sound of the sword being unsheathed, and a cold light was shaking, as fast as the wind, which was unimaginable.
The figure in white clothes waved his long sword and swept by, as fast as the wind, and all the fallen leaves swept across the ground.
All I heard was the sound of ding-dangling sounds, and in a blink of an eye, all the poison needles were blocked and all flew backwards.
Then the figure in white-shirt was as fast as lightning, and the long sword in his hand was waving, making it difficult to see clearly. At an incredible angle, the figure who fired the poison needle was directly enveloped.
Thirteen swords of the King of Hell!
Dangdangdangdangdangdangdang…
Mars splashed, as fast as extreme lightning, and the sword lights were flying, dazzling.
In a blink of an eye, three breaths passed by.
puff!
A piece of blood splashed, a corpse had wide eyes, and a deep sword mark appeared on the middle of his eyebrows. It flew backwards and hit a huge rock on one side with a thump. The brain bones broke and died of a life-threatening death.
Li Yao's black hair was fluttering, his white clothes were handsome, and a wisp of blood dripped from the tip of the sword.
Chapter completed!