Ye Zhi didn't dare to use Qinggong to run away for a moment, fearing that these three might chase after the slowly retreating Ming Yan. She could see that these were not ordinary thieves. Judging from their stable landing using Qinggong, it would be difficult for her to win without the Luoyan Spear.
The opponents were middle-aged men and also had knives, putting the young girl at a clear disadvantage.
She could only dodge left and right flexibly, avoiding the cold gleaming long knives.
When the fierce long knife sliced through the air, it carried with it a chilling aura, as if it had claimed countless lives.
The scarred man looked displeased, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and said coldly: "I didn't expect this little girl to know martial arts, we underestimated you. In that case, let's have a good match and let us brothers see what you've got."
With that, he swung his knife again, his movements clean and without hesitation.
