Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor Chapter 2743: Kill her

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"I'll leave first, everyone, take care." She said to several people with her hands.

Hearing that, Mr. Xie and others couldn't help but glance at him, and finally just said: "Then you are careful on the road." Someone must be staring at him in the dark, but with his strength, maybe he is not afraid of those people. Right!

Feng Jiu smiled and nodded, before calling out Feijian, and leaving first alone. Not long after she left, the people who had been lurking in the forest followed Yujian behind her.

He Shu felt the breath surging in the air in the forest, and couldn't help but feel a little worried: "Those people seem to be very strong, I wonder if the nine sons can handle it?"

"It should be fine."

Xie Yan said, seeing what they saw, he smiled: "You don't know his abilities, he is indeed not small, I think those who follow him will only end up in a disastrous defeat and be killed."

"Look at what Brother Xie and Jiu Gongzi seem to be familiar with?" He Shu couldn't hide his curiosity and looked at them.

"Hehehe, this is a long story." Xie Yan laughed softly and said: "We can go all the way and talk."

"Also." So the three teams left together and walked back.

Somewhere in the forest, Feng Jiu, who was walking with the sword, stopped and sat on a big tree watching the dozen or so monks chasing from behind.

"You are chasing here, you really don't give up!" She sat on the branch, one foot straightened, one foot slightly bent, one hand casually placed on the bent knee, the other hand playing with A tree leaf.

The clear eyes were cold and cold, and the smile on the corners of the slightly hooked lips made her look a little bit more evil and lazy. She just sat on the tree and looked at it. Seventeen or eight hair cultivators surrounded her.

"Feng Jiu! Hand over the ancient Qinglian!"

Among them, two cultivators with a cultivation base at the Immortal Venerable level stared at her sharply, and sternly sipped, their voices cold and cold.

Feng Jiu's gaze passed over the dozen or so cultivators, her gaze fell on one of them for a moment, and then she chuckled softly: "Want ancient Qinglian? Then it depends on whether you have any. I'm capable!"

As soon as the voice fell, the green leaf that was playing with her fingers flew out like a hidden weapon, and shot one of the monks in the arm. Then, she jumped up and raised her breath. Skimming ahead, the Qingfeng long sword in his hand suddenly appeared, with a sharp sword aura, and took the life of one of the cultivators at an extremely fast speed.

As soon as the cold light passed, a monk fell down. There was no wound on his body, only a very fine blood stain on his neck oozes out. Seeing that she killed a monk instantly, the other monks quickly took out their swords. For a moment, the sword and shadow, murderous aura and powerful coercion surged, making the breath of this forest become suppressed.

"Shoo!"

"Hmm!"

The Qingfeng sword swept across, a piece of blood splashed on the ground, one arm flew out and fell into the grass, the immortal-level monk snorted, his figure retreated sharply, and his steps almost swayed slightly. pace.

Covering his severed arm, the warm blood between his palms oozes out through the seams of his hands, and a strong smell of blood rushes into his nose. The power of the immortal whose arm was severed has a gloomy look. There was a brutal and bloodthirsty look on his face, and he said every word.

"Kill her!"