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Ah ah ah ah -!

Brothers, let's go!

Ink Yan saw with her own eyes, dozens of men in black neatly raised their arms, brandished their shining white sabers, and slashed towards her with the sound of the wind!

The instinct of a secret service agent that had been trained over the years was at its most effective at this moment.

Bending her body and kicking her legs, Ink Yan easily took the weapon from the first masked man's hand. She grabbed the first person's wrist with one hand and slashed horizontally towards the second and third people!

"Pu ci!"

Soon after, a row of three black clothed men all vomited blood and fell to the ground.

This wasn't the end!

She didn't even turn her head before kicking her legs backwards. Pu pu!

The fourth and fifth men in black fell to the ground one after another!

At this moment, after the two groups of people greeted each other for less than two minutes, the dozen or so men in black were actually all taken care of by Mo Yan in one round! The leader of the men in black looked at the miserable scene before him. He felt a headache as he held his forehead, and all sorts of kicks and kicks could be heard.

"What the f * ck are all of you doing eating?"

"So many people! Why can't they even beat a child?"

Hearing this, Ink Yan could only chuckle in her heart. Who is the child? Your whole family is children! Without a second word, he picked up the large saber from the ground and held it in his hand. He looked at the remaining black-clothed men and asked coldly.

"Who else wants to try next?"

Grass Dance!

All the men in black who could still breathe suddenly cursed in their hearts! Do you have to be so strong?

"Then you don't want to try?"

Ink Yan lowered her eyes to look at the black clothed people howling on the ground, and thought that this was probably admitting defeat. Then, he stabbed his broadsword into the ground and pointed a finger at the nose of the leader in black.

"Brother, although I don't know which underworld you are from." "But in this world, there is no such thing as diamond and porcelain."

"You can't beat me. Even if I were to put everything on the line, I wouldn't be able to beat him. Why don't you hurry up and help your brothers leave? "

In front of the leader in black who was called out, he immediately shouted, "Dream on!"

"If I take money from someone, I have to get rid of them! "There's no reason for us to run at the last minute if we can't win!"

"If that's the case, how am I going to survive on the streets in the future?"

Ahh!

After the leader said this, he completely displayed the heroic attitude of a hero exploding a fortress. He took the lead and rushed forward, while shouting, "Brothers, listen to me! Let's attack together! I just don't believe that this kid won't fall down in the end! "

At this point, Ink Yan knew that these people were probably the legendary Death Servants who were bought by others. No matter what happens in the end, they will be extremely creditworthy of the employer's mandate.

In her heart, she suddenly felt a wave of respect for the martyrs. She solemnly picked up her blade and prepared to use the most professional method to send all the people in front of her into heaven as quickly as possible!

However, at this time, a strange phenomenon appeared!

Just as Ink Yan was about to clean up the group of people in front of her, a familiar voice suddenly came from the distant road. Moldamach rode his horse and shouted, "Thieves, don't run!" Waving a long whip from afar, he charged towards the man in black from the other side of the street!

The first hit, smack!

The backs of the two men in black bloomed as they lay on the ground. They simply turned their heads and bit their tongues!

The remaining men in black, who were still alive, acted like they wanted money but not their lives. They raised their swords and faced each other!

Swish swish swish!

Two more slashes!

Blood spurted out from the necks of the two men in black, and they fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, only the leader remained. As he watched his subordinate die, his eyes were filled with a sense of relief as if he was about to transcend this world. While Ink Yan was shouting "No!", he raised his knife and slit his throat.