Dyed with fresh blood 1

  Looking at the large hand falling down, Lan Ya's face turned pale, and she closed her eyes in despair, unable to escape, no one would come to save her, none...

  "Ahh..." A mournful cry rang out beside Lany's ear.

  Lan Ya suddenly opened her eyes, and a handsome yet anxious face appeared before her eyes.

  "It's just in time." A heavy sigh was let out, with a hint of pain and regret in the low voice.

  It's just in time...... Lan Ya's nose tip was a bit sour, seeing Bai Lian Cheng made her feel inexplicably at ease and relieved, perhaps as long as he could make her trust him in this place.

  Her fingers clutched tightly at his clothes, buried in his chest, quietly.

  A certain place in Baili Liancheng's heart moved, and he picked up Lan Ya, turned around to look at the man who was flashing with light, and a strong killing intent burst out of his warm eyes.

  "What kind of person are you, daring to ruin my good deed?" The scar-faced man clutched his chest, his face twisted in pain.

  The sharp-eyed man's gaze was like a blade, and the scar-faced man took a step back, seeing that things were not going well. He pulled out his flute and began to play, the sound piercing the sky.

  "Bloodshed Gate." The voice was still gentle, but the eyes were terrifyingly extreme.

  Free up a hand, towards the waist touch, a silver software suddenly appears in the air.

  That silver long sword rushed towards the scar-faced man, and the scar-faced man's eyes flashed with a burst of light. He stared wide-eyed in shock and fell straight back. The soft sword in the air turned around and accurately returned to Bailing Liancheng's hand, as if someone was manipulating it.

  Lan Ya heard a noise and wanted to lift her head, but unexpectedly, a big hand pressed down on her head.

  "Don't look." The soft words sounded in her ear.

  Lan Ya didn't lift her head, quietly lying on his chest, she knew that the man who had just attacked her was dead. He was afraid that she would be frightened by the sight of death, so he pressed her head down.

  In fact, she wasn't afraid; she had seen many dead people, many...

  "Who are you, daring to hurt the people of our sect?" Suddenly, many people appeared in the suburbs, led by a stout man.

  The people in the back are all wearing black clothes, with a veil on their heads and half of their faces covered with black cloth.

  A hundred miles of connected cities gaze at this group of people and horses, Blood Kill Gate, he remembered!

  "The target is the woman on the left," a black-clad man said, stepping forward from behind.

  "Huh?" The fat man glanced at his dead brother, then turned to glare at Hakuren: "I want the woman in white! You'd better cooperate if you know what's good for you, or I'll make sure none of you leave here alive!"

  "A tiny Blood Kill Gate? You dare to be so arrogant." Ba Li Lian Cheng's voice was neither light nor heavy, completely not putting the group of people in front of him in his eyes.

  "Respectful drinking doesn't drink, drinking penalty." The fat man scowled and waved his hand: "Up."

  The crowd of black-clad people around him moved, and Baili Liancheng's mouth corner rose with a smile. The long sword at his waist flew out instantly, shining with a chilling silver light.

  A sharp "whoosh" and "puff" sound rang out, the black-clad man rushing to the front suddenly stopped in his tracks, subconsciously glancing at his own right hand.

  "Ow...my arm..."

  The eight people in front suddenly had their arms fly up and detach from their bodies, followed by a series of blood-curdling screams.

  The smile on Baili's face didn't diminish, very gentle, with a very gentle look. The sharp sword revolved above his head, setting off his gentle smile, making people feel a kind of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

  Although he was usually gentle, at this moment he seemed like an angel about to fall into hell and become a demon of the night.

  The black-clad men in the rear retreated one after another, looking at the white figure under Yangguan with horror, and the man who broke his arm screamed constantly.

  The stout man was also startled and stood still for a moment, then he looked at his brother retreating repeatedly, anger rising in his heart.

  "Up, kill him, up together." The fat man said and led the charge.

  Baili Liancheng's internal force continued to rise, one hand holding Lan Ya, the other waving, controlling the soft sword, and infusing his internal force into the soft sword. The silver treasure sword was as agile as if it had a soul of its own.

  A long sword flew into the crowd, its light flashing with a continuous "clang clang clang" impact sound.

  "Ah......" A miserable cry followed one after another.

  A stout man took out a flute from his waist and started blowing it, making the same sound as the scar-faced man just now. Apparently he was summoning support from his fellow sect members.

  Lan Ya could imagine the scene in her heart, and upon hearing the sound, she knew that there were many people. Even with Baili Liancheng's strong skills, facing a large number of fierce people would ultimately put him at a disadvantage.

  "There are too many of them, let's get out of here first." Lan Ya said in a low and muffled voice without raising her head.

  Baili Liancheng heard this and lowered his head, a flash of surprise in his eyes. Indeed, the number of people from the Blood Kill Gate was not too many or too few. Now that most of them were gathered here, it would be somewhat difficult to charge again.

  "Hold on tight." As soon as Bailing Liancheng's words fell, his body was like a flash of lightning, rapidly heading towards the outskirts.

  Lan Ya's hair was blown up, and she was shocked in her heart. The speed of the light work was so fast that the wind whistled past her ears.

  "Clatter, clatter." The sound of a horse carriage running came from not far away.

  Lan Ya raised her head and looked into the distance. A horse carriage suddenly came into view, and she was overjoyed. She turned to look at Bai Li Lian Cheng: "There's a horse carriage."

  Facing the blue elegant color, Baili's eyes became gentle, nodded and walked towards the carriage.

  The carriage was moving very fast, and the hundred-mile-long city suddenly appeared in front of it. The coachman hastily pulled the reins, and with a loud "neigh", the horse's front hooves rose into the air, causing the carriage to shake violently before finally stabilizing.

  "You're courting death, daring to block Officer Song's carriage." The coachman cursed loudly as he steadied the horses.

  "We..."

  "Ah..."

  Lan Ya just wanted to open her mouth to receive the car, but before she could say two words, a flower appeared in front of her eyes, and the horseman flew out with a perfect posture, followed by a miserable cry.

  At this, her mouth twitched slightly, and she turned to look at Baili Liancheng, just in time to meet his warm and smiling face. Her mouth twitched again, all that gentle elegance was just a facade...

  Admire her, she absolutely admires Baili Liancheng. When he is violent, his calm and gentle face makes people feel conflicted.

  "Who is it? Who dares to block my..." The voice had barely faded when a head popped out of the carriage, and before the words were even finished, the person was also blown away...

  Baili Liancheng jumped into the carriage and put down Lan Ya, but Yu Ya smiled: "Hold steady, the horse carriage is not as stable as my place."

  "Don't worry, my legs may be crippled, but that doesn't mean my hands are too." Lan Ya rolled her eyes, but deep down she felt a lot of gratitude.