Liao Ling fell silent for a long time before speaking bitterly, "Indeed, it seems we can't protect you. But Miss Qiu is too happy too soon. Before you are rescued, I will kill you first."
"You dare kill me?" Qiu Honglei's voice held a hint of sarcasm.
“That’s right. The Prince of Yan and his men are afraid of your master and dare not kill you. But I am different. I cultivate a righteous spirit. As long as I feel that I have a clear conscience, I will not care about anything else.”
After saying that, he thrust his sword directly into the carriage. He clearly understood that since the Demonic Sect was lying in ambush here, it proved that their plan to deceive the heavens had completely failed. With all the Demonic Sect's experts coming out, how could their small number of people possibly stop them?
It would be better to just kill this demonic woman from the cult. After all, it is rumored that she is the closed-door disciple of the witch Yun Jianyue, and may even inherit the position of cult leader in the future. Killing her now would be equivalent to eliminating a future major enemy for the court.
Qiu Honglei's expression changed slightly. How could this guy attack without warning? He has no martial ethics at all.
Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her, moving so fast that even the seventh-ranked gold medalist, Yang Sheng, and others who were fighting in the distance turned around.
"Could it be Yun Jianyue?" This was the thought on everyone's mind.
Only Liao Ling knew that it wasn't true, because he had already seen the other party clearly. There was suddenly a man in the carriage, who, although masked, was clearly quite young.
"As long as it's not Yun Jianyue, this sword can't stop it!" This was the swordsman's confidence in his sword; within three feet, life and death were in his hands.
Although he didn't understand why the other party could suddenly appear in the carriage, once the sword was drawn, he never looked back.
Since the other party was standing in front of Qiu Honglei, it proved that he was most likely also a member of the Demonic Sect. This sword strike was enough to pin the two of them together.
"Hiss~" The horses in front began to struggle uneasily. Although the sword was not aimed at them, their animal instincts made them sense the danger and killing intent.
The entire carriage was already ravaged by the sword energy and was instantly cut into pieces, revealing the two people inside.
The sword aura of this strike was so dazzling that those fighting in the distance covered their eyes.
The seventh-ranked gold medalist felt a chill in his heart. Liao Ling's mighty sword energy was incredibly powerful. If Liao Ling were more than ten feet away, he would have eighteen ways to counter this sword strike.
If the distance is within one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters), there are only three methods left.
If within three feet, even he could only avoid its sharp edge; although he could save his life, he would most likely be injured.
Gold Medal 11, all over!
He regretted dragging the other person into this mess, causing him to lose his life for nothing.
Based on previous interactions, Gold Medal Eleven is clearly a colleague who leans towards strategy and tactics. Cultivation is not his forte. The fact that he can reach the ranks of gold medalists solely based on his intellect suggests how bright his future is.
"Why insist on using your weaknesses against someone else's strengths?" At this distance, even if he tried to save them, it would be too late.
The sword energy dissipated in the next instant.
"Gold Medal Eleven has probably been shredded to pieces by the sword energy," thought Gold Medal Seven.
"It's over. Qiu Honglei is dead here. In Yun Jianyue's rage, none of us here will survive. How can Liao Ling, this scholar, be more stubborn than a warrior like me!" Yang Sheng thought to himself.
"What a pity for such a beautiful and charming woman," thought the ordinary soldier.
However, everyone's eyes widened in surprise, and the fierce fighting stopped abruptly. An eerie silence descended upon the once bustling valley as everyone looked toward the direction of the carriage.
The thing they imagined did not happen. The young man casually sat down next to Qiu Honglei, while Liao Ling's gleaming sword tip stopped three inches in front of them, gently held between the young man's two jade-like fingers, but could not advance any further.
The dilapidated carriage, the pitiful beauty in the black dress, and the veiled young man in the blue robe together create a stunningly beautiful scene.
The swordsman in white, as white as snow, is the best embellishment to this painting.
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I updated two chapters today. Oh, right, I suddenly remembered that I mentioned changing my pen name before. Now it might really be on the agenda. Can you guys help me think of any good pen names, something ethereal and elegant?
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