My incredible luck and the girl I picked up

A bead of cold sweat trickled down the woman's forehead, but she quickly regained her composure.

No matter what, Leng Yihan is just a ninth-level junior whose strength has been sealed, and it is impossible for her to hurt her now that she is at the thirteenth level.

Although she didn't sense Leng Yihan's cultivation level at first, the woman knew that the cultivation levels of these outsiders in the Cave of Gods were limited to the highest level, the ninth rank.

There's no way to defeat her like this!

"Be careful, that guy can't be judged by ordinary standards."

The man's voice suddenly entered the woman's ears; it was a secret method of sound transmission.

The man's senses couldn't pinpoint where Leng Yihan was hiding in the icy mist, but since he couldn't sense her, he could simply 'see' her.

As the man dealt with Leng Zhenmo, a purple light gleamed in his eyes as he gazed at the expanse of icy mist.

"Focus on dealing with the little girl in front of you. I don't need your help!"

The woman's voice was also transmitted to the man's ears using a similar method.

"Ah... she's still as arrogant as she was hundreds of years ago... she's bound to suffer a great loss sooner or later..." The man shook his head helplessly; there was nothing he could do about the woman.

Over the centuries, he had long since grown accustomed to this aspect of a woman's personality.

“You all seem to have souls.”

Leng Zhenmo said in an icy voice.

“Yes, we are living people, so naturally we have souls.” The man was much gentler than the woman, and he chatted leisurely with his enemy.

"significance?"

"What is the point of guarding this place?"

The man narrowed his eyes. He could sense that the person in front of him seemed to be undergoing some kind of change. One reason was that he spoke less, and another was that his swordsmanship was becoming increasingly dense and precise.

Each strike landed where the man could barely defend himself, and the girl's icy blue pupils gradually became cloudy, the light within them disappearing.

"...No, not human."

The man suddenly realized that the 'person' in front of him was not actually a person at all.

"What kind of force could create such a lifelike character, almost to the point of having a personality...?"

On the other side, the ice fog lingered for a long time, and the temperature within the area covered by the ice fog was gradually decreasing.

Although the drop in temperature did not have a particularly large impact on the woman, it did make her body stiffen somewhat, forcing her to activate her energy to create a faint shield on the surface of her body.

At that very moment, the icy mist churned, and the woman's lips curled into a smile.

Hooked.

The woman's previously slightly sluggish movements instantly became agile again, and she swung her long sword directly at the ice mist that had just shown signs of fluctuation.

"I've got you!" the woman exclaimed excitedly.

So what if I have no perception? I'm just a ninth-tier being—

The longsword missed its mark after piercing through the icy mist.

Draw and slash.

The blade flashed and disappeared in an instant, leaving a huge bloodstain behind the woman.

"!"

"Ah... I've been taken advantage of..." The man shook his head helplessly. Even though Leng Zhenmo had entered a serious state, the man still handled it with ease.

"Continue." Leng Zhenmo said, increasing the speed of her sword and the frost power on it becoming increasingly domineering, which affected the man slightly.

Although if she wanted to, this impact wouldn't be much of a problem at all.

"Damn it!" The woman, realizing she had been tricked, showed an angry expression—although the owner of the ruins had warned them not to kill, he had not forbidden it.

If they wanted to, those who came in might not necessarily leave alive.

"I will definitely kill you—!"

Just as the woman uttered her harsh words, another flash of light appeared. Fortunately, this time the woman was prepared and quickly blocked the blow.

"Don't you know you can't interrupt when someone is reciting their lines?! Junior!" The woman sneered, and with tremendous force, she sent Leng Yihan flying. Taking advantage of her attack range, the woman rushed forward and slashed at Leng Yihan with her long sword.

“Leng Yihan…she didn’t mean to kill you.”

Just as Leng Yihan's heart sank and she was still trying to salvage the situation, Lu Youmei suddenly spoke.

"what?"

“She didn’t use her own energy; she was just fighting you in terms of pure martial arts,” Lu Youmei said. “If you can defeat her in this aspect, I believe she will never attack you again.”

“But the problem is…” After Leng Yihan’s blade blocked the woman’s attack, she barely managed to deflect the force, “I can’t beat her!”

“You can beat him!” Lu Youmei refuted Leng Yihan’s words: “If you comprehend the essence of the sword, you can beat him!”

"Are you doing all this so that I can comprehend the essence of the sword during my duel with her?!"

Leng Yihan said speechlessly.

"That's right! So... good luck, Leng Yihan!" After saying this, Lu Youmei suddenly fell silent, leaving Leng Yihan to fight the woman alone.

"What kind of plane is this?!"

"You don't seem to be in a good mood? But it's okay, since you'll only get worse in a little while!"

The woman's swordsmanship became increasingly fluid and skillful, leaving Leng Yihan only able to parry with her katana, unable to find any opportunity to retaliate.

If this continues... I'm definitely going to be finished...

Could it be... that I'm really going to die here?

344 The Cave of the Gods (12)

The woman fought with increasing ferocity, showing no signs of fatigue, while Leng Yihan had already given her all in the battle.

No matter how many schemes and maneuvers are employed, they are all a joke in the face of absolute power.

Leng Yihan is now facing the crushing force of this absolute power.

The woman's fierce and rapid attacks had already driven Leng Yihan to the point where he wanted to use destruction to deal with her. However, when he thought of what Lu Youmei had said about the other party not really wanting to kill him, he hesitated.

The battle between Leng Zhenmo and the man was not much different. Leng Zhenmo seemed to have no end in sight, maintaining a high frequency of attacks for several minutes. Even the man was starting to feel a bit strained.

"Damn... how can this newbie be so fierce..." the man muttered, and once again swung his folding fan. That's right, his weapon was a folding fan.

"Damn it... sword intent... sword intent..."

Leng Yihan was already at the end of his strength. During this time, he had no clue about the sword intent, but his use of the sword had reached a new level. Otherwise, he would not have been able to fight the woman for so long.

"Leng Yihan, calm down. Recall your initial insights when you first gained sword intent. Swords and sabers are interconnected and must have similarities," Lu Youmei finally reminded her.

"My first insights into sword intent..."

Leng Yihan retreated once, then again, and then retreated once more.

He has plenty of time to think about quitting the CCP and its affiliated organizations.

My feelings at that time...

Almost instantly, Leng Yihan recalled the memory of when she obtained the sword intent, and the baptism she felt when she was immersed in the sword light that descended from the sky.

……

"Is that so..."

Leng Yihan opened her eyes again and raised her sword to block the woman's attack.

"Oh?" The woman narrowed her eyes slightly.

"I always thought that swords were all about domineering attacks, but I forgot that katanas are not like that." Leng Yihan muttered, taking a step back to maintain a position with the woman again. The katana was sheathed again, and the longsword appeared in her left hand.

The knife I use is not the kind of knife we ​​usually see in fantasy novels or martial arts novels. It is extremely strong and yang, so what is there to fear in a battle? I attack and attack and attack again, forcing the enemy to defend, forcing the enemy's defense to be full of loopholes.

However, Leng Yihan's katana is different. She doesn't use the katana to fight people constantly. She only needs to draw the katana at the crucial moment.

Just like...

"break!"

In an instant, the woman's previously impenetrable attack was shattered by Leng Yihan's sudden switch of swordsmanship and the sword intent within it.

The flaw was fleeting.

The blade flashed by in an instant.

The woman suffered another knife wound, and this wound carried an aura that aggravated her condition, even causing the wound on her back, which she had barely managed to heal on her own, to reopen.

"Varied……"

The woman's moment of surprise revealed another flaw in her deception.

With his left hand, he slashed straight down with his longsword, while with his right hand, his katana was once again drawn and sheathed in an instant, leaving two bloody marks.

You passed the test!

Just as Leng Yihan was about to continue her pursuit, she felt as if her knife was cutting into water, unable to go any further, and each step required tremendous effort.

The man suddenly appeared, grabbed the woman, and pulled her backward, keeping a certain distance from Leng Zhenmo and Leng Yihan.

However, neither of them showed any intention of letting them go. They were both having a great time fighting and didn't want to stop at all.

The situation, which was initially under the opponent's control, was temporarily reversed.

However, the two were so excited that they completely forgot that their opponent was a thirteenth-level cultivator.

A massive energy surge emanated from the man, instantly striking Leng Yihan and her companion. They were both sent flying, crashing into a stone pillar in the palace. Their bodies went limp and collapsed, their already exhausted bodies completely drained of strength.

"What are you doing! I can still fight! Pfft..."

"Look at you! A 13th-level cultivator has been injured like this by a junior in your best one-on-one duel. You still want to continue fighting them? You're dreaming!" the man said in a serious voice, which immediately stunned the woman.

"You! You yelled at me! Let me tell you, Yun Junli! If I ever say another word to you in the next fifty years, I'll be a pig!"

With that, the woman turned around angrily and walked towards the coffin they had climbed out of earlier. In front of the bewildered Leng Yihan, she climbed back into the coffin.

"This……"

"Hehe... I'm sorry to have embarrassed you two young friends. That idiot Yunyi is always throwing tantrums at me like this, and it's not like this has only happened once or twice... Oh, by the way, my name is Yun Junli. Congratulations on passing the test." The man who called himself Yun Junli said, "Since you have passed this test... you are naturally qualified to inherit the legacy of the male and female masters. However... the master's legacy is a bit special. If you two are just a temporary adventure team, then this legacy may not be available to you."