Jiang Baochan, who was lying in the grass by the roadside, could only barely see the situation outside. The man in gray, who was once so powerful, broke his arm at this moment, and he did not fall down only by relying on the broken sword covered with scars.

The blood and dust on his face kept coughing up bleeding as he breathed, and it must have hurt the inner palace.

He looked blankly at the direction from the senior brother. There was a sword light there. No matter how many people fell down, no matter how much blood was splashed, it could not be blocked.

Jiang Baochan lamented, why bother?

Without waiting for dozens of people in the Marquis’ Mansion to take out the backhands prepared in their arms, a sword cut open the sky like a thunderstorm, smashing the ground, and coming with thunder!

The eyes were full of dazzling sword lights, and more than a dozen people couldn't even scream, and they couldn't even slow her down.

The red dress was like a sunset dyed with blood. It dyed everyone around it with blood.

Miaoman's figure is paired with a terrifying mask of evil ghosts, and the woman in red is like a demon walking out of the myth. She is constantly reaping everyone's lives.

"You! You are all going to die!" The woman in red roared and her sword energy swelled up.

Who doesn’t understand that rushing up like this will definitely lead to death, but where can you escape?

With unwilling shouts, the prepared dead soldiers from each team rushed forward and one after another.

Before the gunpowder could be detonated, everyone had been killed on the spot by the sword energy that had any substance.

More than a dozen people, beheaded and beheaded in half, each with their own miserable consequences.

Even so, there was still a desperate figure who rushed forward and hugged the woman in red covered with sword energy with all her strength. Even if the sword energy tore apart the flesh and blood, even if the sword energy was engraved into the bones, he gritted his teeth and refused to let go.

"Shopkeeper Tong!" The horse-faced man dragged half of his body and leaned against the tree on the side of the road. A long knife that had been cut off from his chest to his back.

The fat man who used his double mace turned around in the sound. At this moment, there was no trace of blood on his face, and he just struggled out of his throat and walked away hoarsely.

The horse-faced man, with blood and tears on his face, plucked up all his strength and roared: "Go away! Go away! Go away!"

Every roar accompanied the blood flowing on his chest.

The woman in red suddenly struggled. The manager Tong, whose bones had been broken, could no longer hold on to her pace and fell heavily into the dark red mud.

Before she could pull back the sword, she took a step further. The horse-faced man rushed forward and wrapped his flesh and bones around the green edge in the woman's palm, and used his unyielding sacrifice to protect the surviving people.

The woman in red took a step back and pulled out the already curved sword from the horse-faced man's chest.

A person's bones can be as hard as this.

But now, no one can stop her anymore.

The little marquis looked at one life after another dead in front of him, but he had no choice but to let his face cry.

Everyone tried their best to escape in all directions, because they knew that as long as one of them could go back alive, they could report the situation here truthfully. Next time the army was in power, even if they were really gods and demons, they would not be able to escape.

Everyone carries everyone's hope, and everyone will do whatever they want even if they overdraw their internal strength and damage their meridians.

But everyone is running away...

The woman in red ignored the scattered people anymore. At this moment, she only had the senior brother who looked at her a few feet in front of her and smiled bitterly.

If they want to escape, they will run away.
Chapter completed!