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Chapter 755 The Little Crying Bag of the Demon Cult Leader 24
The smile on the girl's brows was still gentle, but her subordinate pulled out a sword flower sharply: "The Jinglan sword is here, if you want the Xueshamen, you can get it yourself."

The guards of the Tang family all drew their swords and pointed at the person at the Xuesha gate.

Jiang Xing's face suddenly darkened, he stared at Man Luo gloomyly, gritted his teeth and said, "Miss Tang, is this your decision?"

Man Luo smiled at him, raised his hand and waved lightly at the guards of the Tang family. The guards' eyes lit up immediately, and they changed their forbearance before, and went straight to attack the Xueshamen.

The front hall soon became chaotic, and the sound of blades clashing could be heard endlessly. Xie Yufei and others were following Man Luo.

They all have the desire to pursue Tang Tang, and now is the time when the Tang family needs help. If they help, they will definitely gain Tang Tang's favor.

But on the opposite side are people from the Xueshamen. In Jianghu sect, although the Xueshamen is not a first-class force, it is a group of arrogant lunatics. If you get involved with them, you will definitely bring yourself a lot of trouble.

On the one hand, he wanted to please Tang Tang, and on the other hand, he was afraid of making enemies with the Xueshamen. When they were hesitating, Man Luo had already raised his sword to meet them.

After experiencing so many worlds, Man Luo's martial arts is naturally not bad, and with the Jinglan sword in hand, she is obviously more than enough to deal with these ordinary followers of the Xueshamen.

But as the fighting time went on, Manro discovered a very serious problem.

Her kung fu was indeed good enough to deal with these people, but the original owner's body held her back.

Although the original owner was the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, she was raised tenderly since she was a child. Although she was able to do a little bit of kung fu and embroidered legs, her physical fitness was not ordinary. In addition, in the past three years since Tang Hua passed away, the original owner had been worrying too much. The bones of this body have already collapsed.

Supporting such a body, no matter how good kung fu is, Manro can't use it. After a fight, Man Luo only felt that she was exhausted, her breathing gradually became difficult, and her weak arm made her almost unable to hold the sword handle steadily.

She let out a faint sigh, floated back, and was considering whether to use the soul-hunting technique that had not been used for a long time, when Jiang Xing, who was waiting for an opportunity, rushed towards her with a knife.

The opponent held a scimitar tightly in his hand, and the strength of the swing did not take into account her identity as the eldest lady of the Tang family. It can be resolved, but it has to be shaken out of internal injuries.

Man Luo narrowed his eyes slightly, and the color in those almond eyes gradually became purple-gold, but a black shadow rushed towards her one step ahead.

The line of sight was blocked, and the color of Man Luo's eyes returned to normal.

The long knife that Jiang Xing slashed at Man Luo was suddenly shaken away by the black shadow: "Miss Tang, are you alright?"

The person who came was wrapped in black clothes, covered his face with a pitch-black mask, and stood there with a slender and tall figure, firmly guarding Man Luo behind him with a protector's attitude.

Seeing the appearance of the person coming, Man Luo immediately smiled: "Ling Yin, I knew you would make a move."

As she said, she smiled and circled Ling Yin's thin and powerful waist, and approached and rubbed her very intimately.

Feeling the girl's movements, Ling Yin's body couldn't help but stiffen: "Miss Tang..."

Before the argument of intimacy between men and women had time to say it, a girl let out a comfortable sigh from behind her, and her soft voice swept over her heart like a feather, making Yin feel that his mind went blank for a moment, and he forgot what he wanted to say clean and dry.

(End of this chapter)