Suddenly, they scaled the wall, their movent technique undeniably rapid.
The four individuals were dressed in vivid red garnts, with sabers wrapped in red cloth hanging at their waists, the sabers’ handles styled like ghost heads, looking sowhat spine-chilling.
These four, two n and two won, at this mont, a middle-aged woman in the center spoke, "I see there are many empty rooms here; may we borrow one to stay overnight?"
As the owners of the Mountain Villa, Murong brothers spoke, "Four of you, only asking for one room?"
Another woman said, "Of course, we always sleep in the sa room."
Shen Ying couldn’t help but say, "Isn’t it too cramped for so many of you in one room?"
The woman replied with a smile, "We always like to squeeze together."
At this mont, she couldn’t help but look towards Duan Yun and said, "If you want to squeeze in as well, we don’t mind."
"Which room are we going to stay in after all? All these rooms look so old."
As she spoke, the four of them had instinctively jumped down from the wall, landing without a sound, being choosy.
Duan Yun, Shen Ying, and Murong brothers were still eating at, while Feng Ling’er showed a disgusted expression, complaining gloomily, "Are you just going to let them be?"
Shen Ying replied, "Here at Yuzhu Villa, we have a rule; in such situations, usually the weakest among us makes the first move."
Feng Ling’er’s eyes widened as she asked, "Do you think I’m the weakest?"
Murong brothers and Duan Yun simultaneously looked away, pretending not to hear.
But Shen Ying seriously said, "You have yet to prove yourself."
Feng Ling’er nodded, "You’re right, I should at least prove myself."
Saying so, she stood up and said to them, "You four, co here."
Hearing this, the four people with ghost head sabers responded, the middle-aged woman who spoke first asked, "What, do you have a good room to offer us?"
Honestly, the mont she saw the two won in the courtyard, she felt an urge to chop off the young woman’s head.
Her ghost head saber was indeed prettier than she was, but far less pretty than these young won, especially annoying since they were accompanied by such a handso man.
Seeing this flamboyantly dressed woman daring to talk to her loudly, she, one of the ’i Mountain Four Ghost Heads,’ was visibly annoyed.
But just as her hand touched the handle of her ghost head saber, suddenly, with a swishing sound, a gorgeous flower blood before her eyes.
That flower, originally two yards away, in another swish, was now above her head.
Piercing from the forehead to the tip of her head.
Only by then, this beautiful ghost from ’i Mountain Four Ghost Heads’ noticed with a dazed expression.
It was a sword, a sword like the Flower Branch Sword.
Her throat moved as she started to scream, but just as the "Flower Branch" sword retracted, her entire head exploded into a mist of blood, her eyes wide open in anger as she fell down.
From beginning to end, she hadn’t even drawn her ghost head saber an inch.
At that mont, the remaining three ghosts noticed the anomaly.
When the two male ghost heads charged over, they suddenly discovered that the beautiful ghost head was already dead.
Her eyes wide open in death!
Everything happened too quickly, too unexpectedly.
One of the male ghost heads, upon seeing the Flower Branch Sword, realizing, exclaid, "You, you are the Flower!"
His voice cut off abruptly as a flower blood at his throat.
A vivid flower of blood!
His companion blood simultaneously.
The last woman, terrified and panicky, attempted to flee.
Shen Ying barely muttered "wait" when the woman staggered and fell.
Her throat was pierced through by a Sword Qi shaped like a flower branch, the blood blossoming like a flower.
Feng Ling’er sheathed her sword and walked back, stating indifferently, "Next ti you want to keep soone alive, please tell before I strike."
By this ti, not only Shen Ying and Murong brothers, but even Duan Yun, revered as the Dual Masters of Sword and Saber, looked at her differently.
The sister has suddenly beco much stronger.
Murong brothers gasped, feeling grateful that the day’s troubles were alleviated by the sister showing rcy.
Grateful!
Sister, the unparalleled under heaven!
Indeed, Feng Ling’er also had a stroke of luck; initially devastated by Duan Yun’s Fist Intent, she was later healed by Duan Yun, reaching a peak of comfort, it was like experiencing a drastic rollercoaster of life, and thus she entered a mystifying realm.
This emotional rollercoaster brought about sudden and swift changes, like jumping off a cliff.
Unconsciously, she infused these unforgettable ups and downs into her swordsmanship, thus her swordsmanship also underwent similar changes.
It was quick and abrupt, like leaping off a cliff, both sudden and eerily fast.
Previously, her swordsmanship relied on utilizing the entire arm for power, but amid these emotional highs and lows, Feng Ling’er unknowingly grasped a knack—the more she used wrist power, the faster and fiercer the sword.
The ’i Mountain Four Ghost Heads’ ca quickly, and died even quicker, so Yuzhu Villa once again returned to tranquility.
The dead were already killed; burying them was next.
Feng Ling’er outright refused, "I’ve killed, I won’t handle the burial."
Shen Ying, having feasted, said, "You two big n, is it decent to let a delicate woman like handle the corpses?"
Saying so, she walked away with a dainty gait.
Now, only Murong brothers and Duan Yun were left.
Suddenly, Murong placed a hand to his forehead and said, "This wine is too strong; I’m so sleepy."
With a thud, he collapsed and fell asleep.
Duan Yun kicked him twice, and he didn’t "wake up."
Even if his legs were kicked off, it’s still better than working right after a feast.
Thus, honest Duan Yun, speechless, had to use the "Beiming Divine Skill" to suck all four ghosts onto his back.
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