Martial Arts: My achievements in Beiliang were so great that they threatened the lord's positio

Judging from the black-robed man's intentions, it seemed he wanted to take her back to be used as a concubine. Thinking of this, she secretly circulated her inner energy, preparing to sever her own meridians at any moment.

"Want to die?"

Yan Ri said in a calm tone: "If you dare to commit suicide, I will strip you of your clothes and abandon you in the streets and alleys."

"you……"

As the beautiful woman's mind nearly collapsed and her gaze became unfocused, Yan Ri suddenly struck out and sealed all the vital points on her body.

This rendered her completely immobile.

"Now even if I wanted to die, I couldn't."

Yan Ri's gaze was indifferent, and he was about to take her back to Yan County when a familiar voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"Yanri, go quickly to meet the six people."

It was Lin Xuan, the master, transmitting his voice.

"Those six good-for-nothings are truly useless."

Yan Ri sneered, "Six men together couldn't defeat a woman. I have to come to her aid. Even the young master has already gone to the Northern Python Kingdom."

Despite uttering complaints, his actions did not slow down in the slightest.

With a slight flick of the longsword, the beautiful woman's eyes suddenly widened.

"laugh--"

Blood gushed from her throat, the light in her eyes vanished rapidly, and her alluring face turned deathly pale.

His internal energy dissipated, and his hands trembled as he tried to cover his throat, but it was all in vain.

"Clang."

After finishing off the woman, Yan Ri sheathed his sword, took to the air, and flew north, disappearing into the horizon in an instant.

Northern Python's interior

Five figures were running across the plain.

"Why is that female demon still chasing after us so relentlessly?"

Just as Zhen turned around and sensed the increasingly approaching terrifying aura, he felt his scalp tingle and his internal energy nearly depleted.

The other four were in equally sorry condition, all injured and weak.

"We didn't insist on capturing her; it was just a misunderstanding. We should have become friends after the fight."

He gasped for breath after running out of water.

The six of them were indeed outmatched this time.

It wasn't out of fear, but because the woman was too fierce; even with six people working together, they couldn't defeat her.

They have been relentlessly pursued for several days and nights.

During this time, Zhengang and his five companions fought and retreated, making every effort to withdraw towards Yan County.

"Young Master is already on his way to the Northern Python."

Zhen Gang said coldly, "That scoundrel Yan Ri will probably be arriving soon as well."

"Chief, we have lost all face this time."

Wangliang smiled bitterly: "I've been chased like a stray dog ​​by a woman."

"She's no ordinary woman; she's clearly a female demon."

Zhen Gang solemnly corrected him.

"Have you said enough?"

A cold voice suddenly rang in the ears of the five people, and a figure in a white dress arrived from behind, riding the wind, her clothes fluttering.

"She's caught up with us."

The Soul-Turning stopped in its tracks.

Zhen Gang gritted his teeth, turned around abruptly, and with a hum, his ancient sword lunged straight at the woman in the white dress.

The other four also attacked simultaneously, with five ancient swords thrusting out from all directions.

"boom--"

The woman casually struck out with her palm, and the overwhelming force of her palm surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing Zhen Gang and his four companions.

"Bang, bang, bang—"

Zhuanpo was the first to be blasted away, followed by Luanshen and Zhengang, who were also unable to withstand the attack.

The five people were sent flying backwards for dozens of feet before they finally managed to regain their balance.

"puff--"

Just as he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his hand holding the sword trembled slightly—the woman's palm strike was truly terrifying.

She landed lightly, dressed in a white dress, with strange eyes and a graceful figure, yet exuding an icy and chilling aura.

As internal energy permeated the air, the flow of qi stirred, causing waves to surge on the distant river.

The surrounding reeds were all flattened by the overwhelming pressure.

"Am I really going to die here today?"

The god of chaos was very unwilling.

"Who are you?"

The woman spoke, her tone leaving no room for dissent, and a tremendous force pressed down from the void.

The five men, including Zhen Gang, were all deeply shaken.

"Please hold your hand, young lady, let's talk this out."

Zhen Gang staggered to his feet: "We are not evil people."

"I am."

The woman shook her head.

"Ahem... What a coincidence, we're not exactly saints either."

Luan Shen wiped the blood from his lips: "Since we are of the same ilk, why not stop here and not make enemies?"

"You think you're worthy?"

A cold glint flashed in the woman's eyes, and her imposing aura suddenly surged.

"Click, click, click—"

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and an invisible, giant hand-like force gripped the five of them tightly.

That force continued to intensify, compressing muscles and bones, and surging blood and qi.

"laugh--"

Just then, a sword shadow silently swept up behind the woman and slashed horizontally.

The woman seemed to have eyes in the back of her head; she suddenly turned around, her jade hand reaching out to meet the sword's edge without dodging or yielding.

"laugh--"

Sword and palm clashed, sparks flew, and internal force swept across.

The newcomer had a cold expression and swiftly thrust his long sword forward.

Breaking through the palm strike, the sword energy surged and pounced again.

"boom--"

A hint of surprise flashed in the woman's eyes. She struck out with another palm, shattering the sword light, and reached out to attack the opponent's face.

The newcomer sheathed his sword and thrust again, aiming for the palm, but stopped three inches away.

Unable to proceed further.

"boom--"

With a burst of palm force, the ancient sword bent, and the attacker retreated swiftly, landing in front of Liu** with a light tap of his toes.

"waste."

He opened his mouth behind his back, his words laced with sarcasm.

"you--"

The chaotic spirit tried to refute it, but was stopped by Zhen Gang.

"Be careful, this woman is not simple."

Zhen Gang reminded him in a low voice.

Before she finished speaking, the woman in the white dress attacked again, unleashing both palms simultaneously, their strikes as sharp as knives and swords, creating ripples that were clearly visible.

Her delicate hands, though slender, possessed immense power.

Yan Ri was prepared; he leaped up and slashed down with his longsword.

"boom--"

This time,

The sword energy dissipated instantly, and the woman's palm plunged straight in, aiming for his throat.

Yan Ri's brows twitched rapidly, and he suddenly changed his move, pushing his Finger Profound Realm cultivation to its limit.

Although he mocked Liu**, he dared not be careless in the slightest.

The sword energy surged forth, attempting to force the woman back, but she refused to budge an inch, her palm strikes as easy as taking something from a bag, completely ignoring the sharp edge of the sword.

The sword blade struck his hand, but was completely blocked by his protective aura.

"boom--"

His fair hand pressed against the sword, and Yan Ri's eyes widened as he felt a tremendous force crash into his body.

His body involuntarily flew backward, and under the overwhelming force, even the most ingenious moves seemed to lose their effectiveness.

"laugh"

Zhengang and Luanshen rushed forward at the same time, each placing their palms on Yanri's back to help him deflect the impact.

"Bang"

The three retreated to a distance of more than ten zhang before they could barely regain their footing.

The colors on the sun-covered surface changed, sometimes blue, sometimes white.

He felt a dull pain in his chest and abdomen, and his right arm holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.

He muttered in a low voice, "How did you manage to mess with this jinx?"

"Ahem...this matter has many twists and turns."

Zhengang looked slightly embarrassed.

"Delay as much as possible; the young master is on his way."

Yan Ri forcefully channeled his true energy, unleashing an astonishing aura from his entire body, with a few streaks of chilling light flashing through the air.

With a single step, his figure moved like a ghost, his long sword aimed straight at the woman.

Zhengang, Luanshen, and the other four did not retreat. Instead, they each mobilized their remaining internal energy, gripped their swords, and followed closely behind.

Intending to support the sun-covering.

However, before they could finish three moves, all five of them were struck by the palm wind and fell backward.

After five moves, the Hidden Sun Sword Stance was broken, and he took a palm strike from his opponent, then fell like a kite with a broken string.

"Thump"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood upon landing.

It's just too powerful.

The white-clad woman's skills were simply beyond comprehension.

Yan Ri had traveled the Northern Python Jianghu for many years and had fought with many masters from the three famous sects.

He had captured many leaders of the demonic path, but the woman before him was far more terrifying than those martial arts masters.

"I'd like to know, what exactly is your background?"

The woman spoke, her deep, unfathomable, cold, and indifferent crimson-purple eyes revealing a depth that was both unfathomable and cold.

"We can't defeat them, what should we do?"

The god of chaos used his sword to support himself on the ground and struggled to stand up.

"What else can we do? Fight to the death."

Zhen Gang wiped the blood from his lips: "If we split up and try to escape, we'll only die faster."

now

Lin Xuan was still dozens of miles away from the riverbank where Liu** and the others were.

Riding the wind through the air, walking on the ground, they seemed like immortals from another world.

Sensing the terrifying aura emanating from afar, his expression turned solemn.

"go."

The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, then the Swallow Blade left its sheath, soaring into the sky and transforming into a flowing rainbow, tearing through the sky and disappearing into the horizon.

When the art of the knife and the art of the sword are mastered to a high level, there is not much difference between them; a knife can become a sword, and a sword can become a knife.

A grandmaster of swordsmanship can wield a sword with his mind and defeat an enemy from a thousand miles away.

As a grandmaster of swordsmanship, he could naturally do it too.

On the banks of the great river, amidst the reeds, a light drizzle falls.

The encirclement of the six members of the Hidden Sun was broken once again.

The woman in white casually struck out with her palm, sending the six people flying back, before stepping forward.

The terrifying aura continued to rise, and that cold face made Yan Ri and the others feel their hearts sink to the bottom.

"It seems I'm going to die here today."

The god of chaos smiled bitterly.

"He who hunted falcons year after year was unexpectedly pecked in the eye by one."

Yan Ri was filled with resentment and could only hope that the young master would arrive soon.

The woman walked at a leisurely pace, but the distance between her and the six people covering the sun was still decreasing.

She said calmly, "I'll give you a chance to live."

"Pooh."

Zhen Gang spat a mouthful of bloody foam onto the ground, his face showing disdain.

"If that's the case, then die."

Her brows furrowed slightly, and in an instant, a chilling killing intent filled the air. She reached out her hand, gathering her strength in her palm.

"call out"

however

next moment

Suddenly, the woman raised her palm to the sky, and the powerful force of her palm pierced through the air, causing the continuous rain curtain to split open.

"boom"

A streak of light fell from the sky, carrying extreme sharpness and domineering power, and collided violently with the woman's palm strike.

"Long"

The area within a hundred feet was instantly leveled by the aftershocks of the clash between the two forces, and the shockwaves swept outwards in all directions.

"Bang bang bang"

In the distance, the surging waves of the great river burst apart, with columns of water shooting into the sky and mud splashing everywhere.

The woman's figure floated backward until she stopped twenty or thirty feet away.

She stared coldly into the distance, her brows furrowed tightly.

Standing in the soil is a battle blade about four feet long, with an ancient and slender shape, and a blade as white as snow, clean and flawless.

The blade trembled slightly, revealing an extremely sharp and piercing aura, with faint wisps of cold light appearing in the void.

"It is the young master's sword."

Yan Ri said in a low voice, a hint of unease flashing in his eyes.

"There's hope."

Zhen Gang also breathed a sigh of relief.

With just a four-foot-long sword, he protected everyone.

The woman's expression turned somber, and she let out a cold snort, revealing her displeasure.

"Walk."

The sound of the sun rising was concealed.

He then led the six men southward in a swift retreat, disappearing into the depths of the reeds in the blink of an eye.

The woman did not give chase.

Her gaze remained fixed on the south, not on Yan Ri and the others, and she didn't even move.

This was because an extremely terrifying aura had already descended—it had arrived along with the long sword.

This aura locked her firmly in place.

"interesting."

She spoke, her voice clear and melodious, yet it was filled with chilling intent and murderous intent.

She raised her right palm and reached out to grab the four-foot-long sword from a distance. As she channeled her inner energy, the sword trembled even more violently.

"boom"

A sharp blade of energy burst forth from the knife, merging with the terrifying aura and instantly tearing through her inner strength.

The earth trembled slightly, and the two supreme experts had not yet met when their battle began.

The river surface surged and churned, constantly crashing against the banks, causing the vegetation to tremble and the wind and rain to intensify.

Above the sky, dark clouds surged, and the rain intensified.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a figure broke through the air and landed in the reeds.

He raised his hand and gestured, and the four-foot-long sword stuck in the ground hummed as it rose and fell into his palm.

The newcomer was dressed in a white robe, with a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, and striking features; he appeared to be in his early twenties.

murderous look

A terrifying murderous aura

A murderous aura so intense it was almost tangible

The woman squinted her eyes.

This murderous aura was even more ferocious than hers, like a tidal wave, crashing down in layers.

Lin Xuan held the knife in his right hand, his left hand hanging in his sleeve, and his eyelids slightly lifted as his gaze fell on her.

He said calmly, "Luo Yang, it's far too presumptuous of you to treat my subordinates like this."

"You recognize me?"

The woman's voice held a hint of surprise.

"So what if I recognize you, or I don't?"

Lin Xuan neither confirmed nor denied the statement.