"Kid! Where do you think you’re escaping to?"
Seeing Zhu Fei leaving, Dugu Haotian imdiately flew into a rage.
With a swing of the crescent blade in his hand, he not only cleaved through Su Yan’s fireball but also shot countless blade edges toward the direction in which Zhu Fei was fleeing!
"Dugu Haotian! Your opponent is !"
Su Yan’s delicate figure flashed and in an instant, she was up close to Dugu Haotian.
The crimson flying sword in her hand suddenly burst forth with fiery red circles of light, sweeping up all of Dugu Haotian’s blades in one go.
She then spat out her True Yuan, and with continuous "boom, boom" sounds, the blades and the fiery red circles of light dissipated into nothingness.
"Su Yan! You’re courting death!"
Seeing that Su Yan had blocked his attack on Zhu Fei once again, Dugu Haotian’s eyes blazed with raging anger.
He no longer bothered with Zhu Fei, instead, he swung his crescent blade and completely shifted his attack target to Su Yan!
Su Yan was not to be outdone, her crimson flying sword vibrated with a buzzing sound in her hands, and energy ripples surged out, sweeping toward Dugu Haotian!
"Boom, boom, boom...!"
In an instant, explosions were incessant, and a huge mushroom cloud rose in the sky.
...
In a lush forest, more than ten Foundation Establishnt Cultivators were attacking three won dressed in the garb of the Yaochi Sect.
Among these three won, two were already severely injured, leaving only one, a beautiful, ethereal girl clad in a white long dress, holding a silver sword, still desperately holding on.
Her gaze was firm, her expression solemn, her petite red lips tightly pursed, revealing her indomitable spirit and resolve.
Her perfect figure flickered, shuttling among those Foundation Establishnt Cultivators. Accompanied by the brilliance of her silver sword, she instantly sent flying two Cultivators who attempted to sneak attack her companions.
"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!"
At that mont, three cold lights suddenly shot toward the girl from three different directions!
The graceful girl twisted her body and dodged a cold light in an instant while her silver sword swung along.
With a "ding," another cold light was dispersed by her strike, just as she was about to swing her sword again to block the last cold light.
That last cold light suddenly twisted in mid-air, sneaking between the girl’s sword shadows and directly hitting her abdon!
"Junior Sister ngyun!"
"Phu—"
Blood sprayed, and the girl’s two companions cried out anxiously.
They looked at her abdon, where the dress was slowly being stained red with blood, their eyes imdiately filled with anxiety and concern.
"Heh heh, Tang ngyun, given the situation, do you still think you can resist? I, can offer you another chance. Just obediently co with and then serve our Young Master Yi."
"If you do, I might consider sparing your two Senior Sisters. Otherwise, Yao Qian and the others will be the outco you face next!"
At that mont, a middle-aged male Cultivator in a gray robe, with a cultivation of the Golden Core Third Level, suddenly stepped forward from those more than ten Foundation Establishnt Cultivators.
His gaze fell on the three girls, that is, on Tang ngyun and her companions, his eyes filled with mockery and scorn.
"Feng Sanming, you’re dreaming!"
Hearing the words of the man in the gray robe, who was Feng Sanming, a fierce anger imdiately flared in Tang ngyun’s beautiful eyes.
She rembered clearly that it was because of this man that her fellow sect sisters were defiled and killed.
Her master’s daughter, Senior Sister Yao Qian, had also t with a grim fate trying to save her.
How could Tang ngyun possibly submit to them for the sake of safety, when she wished nothing more than to extract their souls and refine their spirits for such deep-seated hatred?
Moreover, the so-called promises made by these people were as worthless as a fart, not to be counted on at all.
"Good! Good! Good! What a dream!"
Feng Sanming laughed in anger. He squinted and stared intently at Tang ngyun, his voice turning cold again, "Tang ngyun, think carefully about this. You may not fear death, but do you really not care about the safety of your fellow sect sisters?"
During his speech, a sinister gleam appeared in Feng Sanming’s eyes.
If not for the fact that Tang ngyun had caught the eye of his lord’s son, Feng Sanming would have wanted to strike much earlier.
Then he would show these won what it ans to truly wish for death!
"Junior Sister ngyun, don’t worry about us. Just find a way to escape. Rember to avenge us later, that would let us rest in peace."
"Yes, Junior Sister ngyun, these scoundrels are just dog shit. Pay no attention to them. Hurry up and find a way to go back and cultivate. Then help cleanse our honor. That way, even in death, we can truly rest in peace."
At that mont, two severely injured Yaochi Sect disciples struggled to stand up and blocked in front of Tang ngyun, their voices resolute as they spoke.
"Senior Sister Liang, Senior Sister Ji, you...?"
Tang ngyun’s eyes instantly reddened. She bit her lip hard, finally shaking her head firmly:
"No! So many sisters died because of . Now that I’m here, I cannot just watch you all fall into danger. If we are to die today, we will die together. I, Tang ngyun, will not escape alone!"
Tang ngyun’s words were resolute and definitive, leaving no room for rebuke. This caught Senior Sister Liang and Senior Sister Ji by surprise, their expressions slightly changing.
They now realized that their junior sister had such a fierce side to her character.
They seed to want to persuade Tang ngyun again, but before they could speak, Feng Sanming at a distance started to chuckle coldly.
"Heh heh, such a touching scene indeed. Well then, I will not be courteous anymore. After I control you, I will let you watch how my Seven Stars Pavilion disciples handle your two senior sisters."
"Heh heh heh heh heh..."
As Feng Sanming finished speaking, the more than ten disciples of the Seven Stars Pavilion surrounding him all started to laugh wickedly.
Their gazes towards Senior Sister Liang and Senior Sister Ji were filled with lecherous intent.
"Beasts! Scum! All of you from the Seven Stars Pavilion will not die a good death!"
The three faces of Tang ngyun’s party turned red with anger, and their eyes were filled with cold fury.
At this point, Feng Sanming and his group clearly had no more patience for words.
Eight of the Seven Stars Pavilion disciples directly spurred their magic artifacts into action, launching an attack on Tang ngyun and her companions!
"You all deserve to die! Mystic Lady Exterminating Immortal Sword Skill!"
"Clang—"
The silver sword in Tang ngyun’s hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzlingly brilliant circle of sword light. Waves of intensely rich spiritual energy converged around her, giving her an ethereal, fairy-like aura.
Behind her, the vague silhouette of a mystic lady rose up, indistinct yet filled with supre majesty.
Seeing this, Senior Sister Liang and Senior Sister Ji’s expressions changed dramatically!
"Junior Sister ngyun! Stop! You can’t use this forbidden technique now! Otherwise, you will obliterate both body and spirit!"
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