In that split second like lightning, not only did Shen Qiang's eyes turn icy, but Ye Guyun, who had been complaining about her phone signal, casually flipped her jade-like hand and smacked the Flying Sword away in an instant.
Bang!
The longsword that the cute, charming Ye Guyun had slapped away not only blew the car door to pieces in a heartbeat, but with the night wind rushing in, there was suddenly an extra tinge of sharp killing intent in the air.
And almost at the same time.
Not only did Ye Guyun immediately get out of the car, Ji Wei, the big burly Swordsman, and Zhan Deyuan also instantly appeared around Shen Qiang's car.
The engine was still running.
The damaged car shuddered in the dark night.
