Chapter 505

surprise.Upon hearing this person speak, a group of people turned to look. This group was none other than Wu Quan, Qi Dapeng, and Zhou Lin were among them.They were both stunned to see Sun Qinglei, af...Chapter 505

Her speed surpassed anything before!

The body passes through the air, making a steady sound.

"No!"

"Run!"

Yamamoto Ichiro and Fujiwara Kyoko's faces changed drastically, and they hurriedly shouted.

I never expected to be caught in Qin Mulan's trap!

You have to know, Sakurako Sanjo is the Phantom Empress and isn't skilled in close combat.

Even Sanjo Sakura didn't expect Qin Mulan to use such a reckless fighting style!

Seeing her rushing towards him, his expression turned pale with fright, he hastily dodged out of the way.

Oh no! I'm still a step behind.

Pfft!

At the moment of insertion, the illusion before everyone's eyes disappeared, and they could finally see the true state of the island. To their horror, they discovered that the island was littered with severed limbs, and the water along the shore had been stained crimson by blood.

There are less than five masters who can stand up.

Even if they could stand up, they were covered in blood.

Each of them was surrounded by at least eight Jonin, completely encircled!

Suddenly!

Qin Mulan's silver spear flashed, deflecting Sakurako Sanjo's attack and sending her arm flying.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"S島櫻子 screamed in agony, retreating frantically while her face lost its softness and twisted into a terrifying grimace. "Kill her! Kill her! You two useless things!"

If you don't give it your all, I'll kill you first!

As soon as these words were spoken.

Yamamoto Ichiro and Fujiwara Kyoko no longer hid their true intentions. They had initially believed that three against one would be an easy victory, so they weren't in a hurry. However, they ended up being injured themselves.

If Sakurako Sanjo gets angry, the consequences would be unimaginable!

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Yamamoto Ichirō’s black blade began to emanate a wisp of black mist, the mist rising constantly, robbing the sky of its color.er courtyard, seated in the master's position was not the head of the family, Zhao Jixing, but a woman about twenty-seven or eight years old. She wore a sky blue silk skirt and had a proud expression...