The bright moon in the sky was now shrouded in dark clouds, and the dark night should have made it invisible, but there was a bright silver light rising from the earth, like moonlight.
"Ah my king's power."
The warrior who had just stepped forward had fallen to the ground, and her random hands had fallen to the ground at her feet. The warrior who had lost his arms was sitting on the ground in embarrassment, wailing, and from the broken arm
The blood spurting out from nowhere stained the entire door frame red.
The strong smell of blood also stimulated the drunken warriors, and the tragic situation of their companions also made some people retreat in fear, and some even tripped to the ground in panic.
However, as Kawada stood up and stood in front of everyone, these warriors gradually stabilized their position, pulled out their weapons one by one, and then gathered behind Sister Kawada.
"I have no grievances with you two, so why are you so cruel?"
Kawada frowned, looked at the red-clothed and red-haired swordsman who had just taken action, and asked.
As a heir to a serious new swordsmanship, Kawada could see the extraordinaryness of the sword strike just now and knew that the swordsman was also a good swordsman, so she was patient and did not rush to do it.
There may be some misunderstanding.
However, in the face of her inquiry, the cold swordsman did not speak. He just looked at them with cold eyes, as if it was not worth wasting his words on their behalf.
The swordsman just squatted down slowly, grabbed the scabbard of the long sword at his waist with one hand, and put the other hand across his chest, ready to draw the sword.
Kawada's eyes narrowed.
As soon as she saw the cold swordsman's fighting stance, she realized that it would be difficult to be good tonight, and she immediately placed her hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist.
next moment.
The silver moonlight reappeared, but this time there was a crisp sound of metal collision in the night sky.
clang.
Kawada reached out and drew his sword to block the menacing sword, and then smiled.
Although this guy is good at swordsmanship, she is not the kind of weakling who can be manipulated at will. She is a serious new graduate apprentice.
"Let's all come together."
However, she had no intention of fighting this guy alone, so she directly called the sisters behind her to join him.
At this time, all the warriors came to their senses, raised their swords and swarmed forward, surrounding the swordsman in red.
However, even if the swordsman in red faced such a situation, there was still no panic on her delicate face. She just glanced at Kawada in surprise, and then finally spoke.
"Wake up, Chiying."
As a result, the silver-white blade of the exaggeratedly long katana in the swordsman's hand suddenly turned blood red, and traces of blood flowed from the blade. An illusory dragon's roar sounded faintly around her.
The swordsman's eyes also turned scarlet, even flashing a red light similar to flames in the dark night, and raised the sword in his hand again.
This time, the blood moon is in the sky.
The warriors surrounding the swordsman launched attacks one after another, but the red light swam deftly among the crowd, while the bloody sword light drawn from the scarlet sword in her hand moved through the crowd like a dragon.
However, every time the blood dragon twists its body, it will be accompanied by the wail of a warrior.
In the blink of an eye, the bloody dragon emerged from the crowd. The swordsman in red stepped into the air and jumped into the air. She crossed her arms in front of her chest to accumulate strength, and held the sword in her right hand.
The long scarlet sword was already full of blood, and the evil spirit overflowing from the blade formed the shape of a dragon's head around the swordsman.
In front of the dragon's head is Kawada, who is raising his sword and preparing to attack.
"hold head high"
The illusive dragon's roar echoed through the night sky, and the night in this small village finally returned to the calm it should have had.
Kawada's tall body, which was cut diagonally into two pieces from her chest, fell down. She held a broken knife in her hand, and her face was wide open with an angry look, and her wide-open eyes were full of fear.
Confidence.
She is dead.
The cold swordsman, on the other hand, gave a dash of blood and then put the sword back into its sheath.
She looked calmly at the corpses on the ground, then took out an envelope from her arms and threw it on the ground.
There were two big red characters written clearly on the envelope.
trial.
Justice is being carried out.
Chapter completed!