When the mind moved, Song Yan opened his perspective and looked several miles away.

A few miles away, a woman in red is holding a sword and fighting alone against three first-class fighters, all of whom are men, two with knives and one with guns.

The red-dressed woman herself is only a first-class fighter, but under the siege of the three men, she seems to be more skillful, and her swordsmanship makes her extremely delicate.

Looking back at the three men, all of them were injured. The maneuvers seemed fierce and desperate, but in fact they didn't do their best. Obviously, they had some scruples.

"Whoop!"

Several times, the sword...