Chapter 742: One sword solution

For this mercenary team, they have hatred in their hearts, and there is a trace of fear in their hearts.
What kind of team can have such a terrifying combat effectiveness? Now that the mercenary stopped their master as soon as they took action, the killers who originally thought they had the upper hand in this trip couldn't help but retreat at this moment.
"More than a hundred people have died, can't you be quiet for a while?" Tangning's lips curled slightly, and she narrowed her eyes, and said, "If you want to die, I can fulfill you, but how do you know we are here? of?"
The spiritualist assassins did not speak, but stared at the deep sword in his hand, the blade pressed down on his neck, the wound became deeper, and the blood shed more.
"Don't tell me?" Tangning raised her voice slightly, and the corners of her lips raised slightly. The next moment, the sharp sword in his hand was turned and cut directly.
"what!"
A sorrowful scream suddenly sounded. The middle-aged man who had been captured was pale, his body was tremblingly bent, and he knelt down, but his entire right hand was shaved off shoulder-to-shoulder and he flew bloody. Get out.
The black-clothed assassins were all startled, and they didn't even utter an exclamation. They couldn't believe that this young mercenary actually cut off an arm shoulder-to-shoulder lightly, and it was clean and stern. Even they can't do as well.
"Who told you that we were here?" She asked again, as if she hadn't seen the blood in that place, so calm and calm that it was frightening.
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, turned his pale face, stared at the mercenary on the side with a sullen look, and asked in a gloomy voice: "Who are you!"
He doesn't believe that a small mercenary can stop him, and even less that a small mercenary can give him no chance to fight back, or even suppress him throughout the entire process. The pressure and momentum cannot be felt by others. , But he clearly felt it!
The coercion of the foundation-building monks!
This mercenary beside him actually has the strength of a foundation-building monk!
No wonder, no wonder he came out with a hundred and fifty-two people, and the whole army was wiped out and there was no one left. It turned out to be against the foundation-building monks!
However, there are only a few foundation-building monks in this mortal land. Where did this little mercenary come from?
"A dead person, there is no need to know."
Seeing nothing to ask, she moved her hand and struck the long sword across the middle-aged man's neck, killing him instantly. At this moment, I faintly heard the sound of fighting against each other from outside. Obviously, Situ and the others were also here.
Seeing the middle-aged man's body stiffened, he fell to the ground with a sullen sigh, his eyes widened, and died. The face of a dozen or so spiritualist killers suddenly turned pale.
Seeing this mercenary killing people like killing chickens is really frightening. The master of the Lore Pavilion is already dead. Can they still live?
"Say, how did you get the news? I can leave you a whole body." Tangning said slowly, walking forward, not hurriedly or slowly, but unprovoked coercion.
"Yes, it's the news from the Cai family..." Perhaps due to the pressure and methods on his body, a spiritualist couldn't hold back and said, while the whole person was also sitting on the ground.
Hearing this, Tangning's eyes flickered, and the corners of her lips twitched. The sharp sword in her hand was thrown into the air. The sharp sword flew out, and the tip of the sword slammed across the necks of those people. The speed was so fast that she screamed. The sound did not ring.