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Chapter 84 Who dares to hurt my aunt
In Prince Jin's mansion, there was a sound of shouting and killing, and the shadow of swords and swords was full of a strong smell of blood.

Feng Kuang's scarlet eyes glanced at the opponents, her whole body was full of fear, her black hair was in the air, and the dagger and gold thread in her hand almost turned blood red in a short period of time.

There were piles of guard killers around, and Ruihan's murderous aura condensed on the front line, falling on the two petite shadows in the middle, swarming up.

Feng Kuang's eyes were already blood red from this bloody light, and ferocious murderous aura came out through his body.

The golden thread in her hand seemed to be fused with her, sometimes dancing in the air like a snake shadow, sometimes forming a circle and sweeping around.When the golden thread in his hand fell, it was a move that pierced the enemy's vitals, and the corpse fell to the ground.

Hands raised and people fell, screams surrounded this side of the sky, which was extremely frightening in this fierce killing field.

Feng Kuang, who was already cold on weekdays, couldn't see any expression or temperature clearly on his face at this moment, only the murderous aura that filled the sky filled the surroundings.

This is the first time Nan Tingjin has seen the wind madly kill someone!
Looking at her bloodthirsty eyes like a god of death, Nan Tingjin's eyes were full of disbelief.

That bloodthirsty soul is really a lady in the middle of the Hou Mansion?
"Mo Qingye, no matter how powerful you are, you won't be able to escape today." Nan Tingjin snorted coldly as he watched the endless circle of people.

After finishing speaking, he jumped into the air and headed straight towards Hong Chen.

Feng Kuang's expression was cold and ruthless, his eyes turned sideways, and he coldly swept towards the mortals who were fighting in the middle, and his speed was getting faster and faster.

She secretly said in her heart that it was not good, if she was alone, it would be possible to break out desperately, but now the world of mortals...

If it goes on like this, Hong Chen won't be able to last long!
As soon as she thought about it, she saw that the sword in Nan Tingjin's hand was pointing directly at Hong Chen's chest.

If this sword pierces the center, he will surely die!

"Hong Chen!" Feng Kuang's eyes were wide open, his body exuded an extremely cold aura, and the slender golden thread in his hand swung towards Nan Tingjin's knife edge.

At the same time, a cold and sharp sword in the air cut down the air, piercing Nan Tingjin's sword.

"Ding!"

After a crisp sound, the cold arrow fell to the ground, the golden thread circled, and Nan Tingjin's sword was also knocked obliquely.

Immediately afterwards, rows of black shadows stepped down with the cold arrows in the air, and a petite woman at the head waved a long whip in her hand and landed directly beside Hong Chen. With a sweep of the whip, a large number of blood shadows fell down.

"Hong Chen, I'm here to save you." The delicate voice, who else could it be if it wasn't Mo Lianhua?
"Hongchen!" An Wang, dressed in night clothes, stepped across the vast corpses and landed beside Hongchen.

Behind him, there are a large number of people wearing swords.

His eyes were full of worry, and he leaned forward to protect the front of the world of mortals, confronting Nan Tingjin coldly and chillingly.

Feng Kuang looked at the person coming, with a faint anger flashing in his eyes.

None of her group of people listened to her!

"Get back!" Feng Kuang yanked the Wuhen dagger in his hand, and the cold front slid across, sharp and decisive.

As soon as the words fell, suddenly the quiet voice of the sky, like pearls falling on a jade plate, resounded in this side of the sky——

"Anyone who dares to hurt my aunt will die!"

The tone was neither urgent nor slow, neither fast nor slow, but every word carried the weight of a bone-chilling chill, like a soul-stimulating god of death from hell, causing a chill to flow from one's back.

The wind in the blood bathed wildly between the corpses and the blood on the ground, and when he heard the sound again, his dark pupils trembled, and his heart beat suddenly——

It's Thunder!
It must be Thunder!

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(End of this chapter)