Chapter 301 A Thick Smell of Death

Qian Fanji's face turned pale, thinking of the scene of the Immortal's drunkenness that day... He was suddenly filled with shame. That day...

If it's wrong, it's wrong.

The carriage sped away, and the people behind were chasing it relentlessly.

After about an incense stick's time of driving, the carriage was surrounded by men in black.

Ye Qianning lifted the car curtain and got out.

Qian Fanji hurriedly got out of the car and subconsciously blocked Ye Qianning behind him.

"Go ahead." The man in black gave an order, and the people surrounding them swarmed over.

"Don't move." Qian Fanji warned and drew his sword.

Luo Wen, Luo Xuan, Ying Ge, and Ying Yuan surrounded Ye Qianning to resist the men in black.

"Don't worry about me. Kill everyone here and don't leave anyone behind." After Ye Qianning said that, he flashed and ran towards the upper left.

"What are you doing?" Qian Fanji noticed her rushing into the woods, his face full of surprise and panic. He broke free from the man in black who was entangled with him and turned around to chase her.

Luo Xuan and Luo Wen received the order to kill, and they acted even more ruthlessly.

The night is dark and the wind is rustling.

The people who followed secretly all the way still had murderous intent. They didn't take action because they wanted to watch the people below fight until they were almost done, and then they would take action and kill everyone.

More than a dozen high-level killers stood on the big tree, and they felt a little itchy when they saw the counter-killers fighting below.

"Boss, let's go down."

"They're almost dead, wouldn't it be better for us to just sit back and reap the benefits?"

"Boss, our knife is itching too, it needs some blood..."

The killer hadn't finished the rest of his words yet, his eyes wide open, his face still showing the excitement he was talking about.

"Don't get so excited. There will be a time for you to take action."

The sound of wind blew from behind, and the rustling of leaves became faster. For some reason, the leader suddenly shuddered and saw that no one was talking at the back.

The leader turned around and realized something was wrong: "What's wrong...you..."

"Bang" "Bang"

The people who were hiding well fell down one after another. This scene was weird and powerful.

"There's someone, someone in the dark." The leader exclaimed, and a big knife suddenly came out.

Ye Qianning turned over and swung out the silver thread in his hand, wrapping it around the opponent's sword. With a flick of his hand, the sword was thrown out. He immediately felt the murderous aura coming towards him.

The murderous aura was strong and carried a heavy breath of death. As a killer, he had never seen such a strong murderous aura, and it was from a little kid.

The most sensitive thing about a killer is his murderous aura, which can appear in an instant and leave the opponent unprepared.

More than a dozen people disappeared in an instant, and not even a trace of their presence could be detected...

The leader of the assassins was so frightened that he wanted to escape. As soon as he moved forward, someone grabbed his ankle and a sense of death suddenly surged into his heart.

Ye Qianning retracted the silver thread and pressed his five fingers together, and there was a crisp sound of "crackling", which was the sound of bones breaking.

“Ah…” The assassin leader’s face twisted: “Who… are you?”

"God of Killing." Ye Qianning's face was cold and his voice was even colder.

Without any hesitation, she threw the killer leader to the ground, jumped down from the tree, stepped on his neck, and with a little force, the man on the ground died with blood gushing out of all his orifices.

Qian Fanji was completely dumbfounded. He didn't realize that there were so many people hiding in the dark. Anyone who could hide his aura so far must be a top-notch master.

she……

Killed them all?

Just less than half an incense stick of time?

If the little kid hadn't been standing in front of him, he wouldn't have felt anyone was there. He only sensed a thick breath of death, so sharp and deadly.

Even someone like Xiang Minghou, who had fought on the battlefield, would not have such a strong murderous aura. She was just a little kid.

(End of this chapter)