Something Big

"Are you talking about those little fleas that came out of nowhere halfway through our journey some time ago?" Feng Jiu looked at the eight trigram mirror, she really couldn't figure out what the use of this thing was. 

Little flea?

Not only did murderous intent burst out from the black-robed man, but the hundreds of black-robed men clenched their swords tightly at the same time and stared at the woman in azure clothes with cold, bloodthirsty murderous intent in anger. 

How dare she call them fleas? Was she tired of living?

The sword energy burst out from the blades and struck out one after another. Everyone below let out a breath of lament for the two people. 

Of all the people, why did she have to provoke those jinxes? Now, even if they didn't die, they wouldn't come away unscathed.