But Liang Yan also thrust out the Soft Sword in her hand, the silver snake swiftly flying towards the woman's head.
The woman's face was ferocious, as if enduring some intense pain, raising her bare right arm that exposed a large area of white bone, to wield a sword flower.
After a burst of sparks, Liang Yan's Soft Sword was swept away.
Using her own bone still on her body as a sword, this kind of ruthlessness is truly hair-raising.
This is her strength. The prerequisite for daring to walk the Jianghu alone is that one's strength can match a team's.
At this moment, Liang Li's life or death was unknown, and Liang Yan was also blasted away, this killing plot against herself was broken by her.
People, she killed them, she took all the merit of this wave.
The woman's peripheral vision glanced first at Li Zhiyuan and others standing far away beside the ancestral courtyard wall.
