The sound of the sand suddenly sounded. It's like a storm. People, about two hundred ninjas in Jiahe, step in ten rows and slowly shrink into a circle from East, West, North and south. These two hundred people are wrapped with a white thread in their right hand, each holding a sharp Ninja knife. Their faces were silent, and at first glance they knew they were old hands. I've been used to killing people for a long time. Let alone a woman from China. Or a tough woman in the field of Chinese cultivation.

two hundred cold ice like sword light reflected in ziluo's eyes. There was a wild smile...