"Yue’er!"
"Wanyue!"
Witnessing Yun Ran’s predicant in mid-air, Shen Weixi and Shen Mubai’s expressions changed dramatically as they dashed toward her, hoping to rescue her.
Yun Ran’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as her body, with an incredible angle and agility, escaped from the deadly net created by the combined effort of the crowd.
Her left hand unfurled a silk ribbon in the air, like a snake exiting its hole, instantly wrapping around the neck of the man in the long-tongue ghost mask. Her right hand shot out two seven-inch-long Golden Needles at lightning speed, piercing the knees of the white skull ghost-mask man.
Two screams echoed in the wind as the skull mask man’s body convulsed violently and fell from mid-air, landing on his knees with two judge’s pens deeply embedded in the ground.
Yun Ran’s left hand suddenly exerted force, and the long-tongue ghost mask man’s eyes rolled back, head tilted to the side, dead on the spot.
The Nine-section Whip he had aid at Yun Ran’s neck also fell to the ground with a ’snap’.
"Skeleton!"
"Long Tongue!"
Sorrowful cries echoed in the sky, a terrifying killing intent gathering in the wind. Except for the red-clad woman controlling the poisonous insects with her flute, all other ghost-mask n drew their weapons and charged at Yun Ran.
"You damn girl! Your life is mine!"
After the recent battle, Yun Ran felt a turbulent flow within her, dizzy, and her limbs weak. A fishy sweetness surged up her throat, which she forcibly suppressed.
Seeing the ghost-mask n closing in from all directions, almost forming a heavenly net around her, Yun Ran’s gaze was cold as she held a dagger in one hand, and secretly pinched two blood-red pellets between her fingertips.
These were known as Soul Chasing and Life Seeking pellets; upon explosion, they would emit toxic smoke, causing those who inhaled them to bleed from seven apertures and die.
"Weixi, move away and cover your mouth and nose."
Shen Weixi suddenly had a bad premonition and nervously looked at Yun Ran in mid-air, "Yue’er, what are you doing?"
Yun Ran didn’t have ti to answer her, as the deadly net woven by those killers was already within reach.
Yun Ran was prepared to crush the toxic pellets and perish together with them.
Just as her fingertips applied pressure, a forceful and domineering stream of air suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping her entirely.
In that instant, Yun Ran felt as if she had been cast with an immobilization spell, unable to move at all.
The ghost-mask n attacking her also found themselves in a similar state.
Their figures were frozen in mid-air in their killing stances, their bizarre weapons pointed at Yun Ran, so re inches away, their deadly strikes looming!
The flute music abruptly stopped, and the red-clad woman sharply looked up toward the sky.
The long wind roared, the heavens and earth ethereal, as the silver-masked man dressed in white descended like a deity.
The wind lifted his ink-black hair and fluttering robes, nobly elegant like an immortal, yet there was an overwhelming aura of death surrounding him, mystical yet chilling to the bone!
In the next mont, the dozen or so ghost-mask n surrounding Yun Ran seed to be blown away by an invisible force, shrieking as they flew in all directions.
So crashed into tree trunks with a loud ’bang’, directly breaking the tree in half, while they themselves fell to the ground like mud, buried by the subsequently collapsing tree.
Others slamd into the ground at speed, creating deep craters, themselves buried deep within, their life or death unknown.
Many more fell into the nearby poisonous insect array, crushing a section of the bugs before being swiftly surrounded by them.
In a mont, the air was filled with chilling screams.
Yun Ran blinked dully at the scene before her, her mind pondering whether the newcor was friend or foe.
In the next mont, she suddenly felt a release, the force constraining her dissipated, and her body gently falling, landing in an embrace scented with the cold fragrance of white plum and pine snow.
Yun Ran hesitated slightly, lifting her eyes, her gaze catching the man’s perfectly elegant jawline, vaguely familiar to her.
Her gaze traveled upward to a silver mask, emitting a cold light in the fog, obstructing any glimpse under it.
Despite the mask covering part of his face, his long, curly eyelashes remained striking, and Yun Ran thought, once the mask was removed, those lashes would be quite beautiful.
The man’s eyelashes were uniquely beautiful, indeed reminiscent of two people she had t thus far: the third senior brother and Nangong Mo.
Thinking of Nangong Mo, Yun Ran’s mind conjured images of his unparalleled elegance, overlapping with many past scenes.
Yun Ran’s eyes flashed, suddenly reaching up to remove his mask.
Her movent was quick and sudden.
Unexpectedly, the man seed to have foreseen this, catching her restless little hand effortlessly.
He lowered his gaze to her, "Girl, what’s this for?"
His voice, transmitted through the mask, was a familiar tone to Yun Ran.
That rascal who had stolen her Silver and hung her from a tree!
Yun Ran gritted her teeth in frustration, "Don’t think that changing to a white robe will cleanse your dark heart!"
"Hmm."
The man seed disinclined to spar with her, giving a low ’hmm’, as he effortlessly landed on the ground with her in his arms.
"Take good care of her."
He handed Yun Ran over to Shen Weixi, instructed briefly, and his figure suddenly rose into the air.
Yun Ran instinctively glanced over, seeing him standing ethereally in the wind, reaching back to draw a long bow.
Silver bow, golden arrows, white robe and jade crown, his garnts fluttering, his presence ethereal.
He raised his hand, drew the bow like a full moon, and nocked an arrow with fluid motion.
The golden arrow beca a streak of light, cutting through the air with a fierce wind sound, instantly striking the midst of the poisonous insect array.
As the golden arrow hit the ground, a burst of fla ignited, fueled by the wind, creating a half-height wall of fla.
’Whoosh whoosh whoosh—’
The ringing sound continued, golden arrows fell like rain in all directions, igniting fierce fires that bordered the cetery.
Red flas intertwined to form a copper wall, keeping thousands of poisonous insects beyond the fire wall.
The red-clad woman on the chanical Sparrow saw this, her eyes flickering with emotion, her bone flute flipping as eerie notes played.
Those insects seed maddened, leaping up, attempting to break through the fire wall.
In mid-air, the man in white narrowed his eyes, drawing his bow and aiming at the red-clad woman.
One arrow pierces through poplar, snapping fireworks with a flick.
The red-clad woman suddenly alard, her figure suave like a snake, narrowly dodging the arrow.
A strand of her green silk falling in the wind.
The man pursed his lips silently, nocking another arrow.
The red-clad woman leveraged the cover of the chanical Sparrow to evade again, narrowly escaping, but the golden arrow grazed her left shoulder.
The wind lifted a piece of red silk, leaving her with half a sleeve missing.
The exposed snow-white skin bore a vivid red arrow wound, bleeding profusely.
This ti, she dared not linger, throwing two smoke bombs and fleeing in haste on the chanical Sparrow.
"Yue’er! Yue’er, what’s wrong?"
Shen Weixi’s startled call echoed, the man not pursuing, only shooting an arrow toward the red-clad woman’s retreating figure before dropping down beside Yun Ran.
With a long stretch of the arm, he pulled her into his embrace.
His fingers flew, rapidly pressing several acupuncture points on her body, simultaneously placing his palm against her back, infusing True Qi into her.
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