Chapter 11
More than 20 people in the back watched the three people who were fighting fiercely. It was already night, and under the faint moonlight, the sword was shining like silver.

However, the two young men besieged Zhaoqian together, while the young man whose sword had just been snatched by Zhaoqian was leisurely watching.

His silver hair was entangled in the night wind, and with a smile on his lips, more than 20 soldiers behind surrounded him, staring at the girl in battle with bated breath.

Although Zhaoqian can still deal with these two young men, even though these two young men are not as strong as the Zuo Yuwei just now, the more she fights, the more powerless she becomes. Crossflow!

The figures of the three were erratic, and the air was slowly filled with the smell of blood.

Zhao Qian only felt more and more pain in her body, the chiffon skirt was stabbed by the sword and there was almost nothing left, these two teenagers are still real!
The long sword screamed, blood was dripping from the tip of the sword, and the moonlight was fascinated. Zhao Qian was about to pull back, but felt a pain in her shoulder!The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a ding!
Turning around, I saw the silver-haired boy looking at her with a half-smile!
The pain on the shoulder was given by this young man!There was still a short sword in the young man's hand, and the snow-white blade had already sunk into Zhao Qian's shoulder.

So cruel!

The other boy's sword turned and immediately reached Zhaoqian's neck!
Winners and losers, once the sword falls, you will be the loser!
Zhaoqian panted, and looked at the young man opposite him coldly. Whether life or death is decided by these people?

"How is it? Oh, little girl, be good, otherwise..." The silver-haired boy behind giggled, and suddenly pulled out the sword, a sharp pain came from his shoulder!
Zhaoqian turned her head fiercely, and saw the silver-haired boy smiling, with a cunning light in his eyes, his smile was unbearable, and he smiled at Zhaoqian with a dark belly.

"Otherwise, the deity will not stop the bleeding for you, and let you bleed slowly to death!"

"Damn paparazzi, I won't die!" Zhao Qian said coldly, her most accustomed mantra popped out.

"Zuo Yuwei, this person is so disrespectful to you, kill him!" One of the soldiers surrounded him and said coldly.

The silver-haired boy smiled and said nothing.

(End of this chapter)

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