Those who know what's good for them should quickly get out of the way and surrender. I'll spare you some leeway since this is your first offense.
If you remain obstinate, don't blame me for showing no mercy today; I'll make sure your blood is spilled on the spot and you perish in this desolate wilderness!
After saying that, she slowly placed her right hand on the hilt of the sword, her fingers gently stroking it, feeling the coldness and power of the sword.
If the man in black makes the slightest move, she will immediately draw her sword and use swift and decisive means to protect the safety of the convoy and safeguard the goods and people behind it.
The men in black opposite each other quickly exchanged glances, their eyes like hungry wolves locking onto their prey, fierce and resolute, completely ignoring Qin Qianyu's warning.
Before Qin Qianyu could react, they shouted in unison, drew their swords instantly, and moved in perfect unison, like a group of well-trained killing machines.
The blade gleamed coldly, reflecting the sunlight and exuding a chilling, murderous aura. The air seemed to be filled with a faint smell of blood, sending shivers down one's spine.
If Dark Moon were awake by now, she would immediately recognize the black-clad leader as Shadow One.
Recalling that chase through the mountains, Yingyi was like a ghost in the dark night, ruthless in his attacks, each move aimed directly at Dark Moon's vitals.
At that moment, in the dense forest, the wind howled, and Dark Moon, under Shadow One's relentless pursuit, ran for her life. Branches tore through her skin, drawing blood.
However, this failed to stop Shadow One's killing intent. And this group of men in black were all henchmen carefully sent by Qi Meng.
The source of the news that Qin Qianyu personally escorted the goods was Qianxi and another woman in black.
They secretly and silently passed on the intelligence, and a conspiracy against Qin Qianyu began.
Like an invisible and meticulous net, it slowly closed in on Qin Qianyu from all directions, forcing her step by step into a desperate situation.
When Qin Qianyu saw that the other party had attacked without saying a word, her delicate eyebrows furrowed instantly, and her eyes sharpened like a drawn sword.
Her usual gentle and graceful demeanor vanished, replaced by a resolute and determined aura.
Without hesitation, she drew her long sword from her waist; the blade gleamed coldly, like a pool of autumn water.
It gleams coldly in the sunlight, while simultaneously emitting a clear, dragon-like roar, as if proclaiming its sharpness and majesty to its enemies.
She lightly touched the ground with her toes, her movements light and agile, every movement revealing the efficiency and composure honed from years of martial arts training, quickly assuming a defensive stance.
His eyes were fixed on the charging enemy, ready to face a fierce and relentless attack at any moment.
Seeing this, the guards escorting the goods also drew their weapons, and in an instant, swords flashed and clashed as they fought against the menacing men in black.
Their shouts and the clash of weapons mingled together, like rolling thunder, breaking the afternoon's tranquility.
The birds that had been roosting in the forest were startled into flight, and the dust they stirred up filled the air.
Several maids looked tense and their faces were taut as they stood guard over the goods.
They gripped the daggers tightly in both hands, their palms sweaty, the wet hilts almost slipping off.
But their gazes were unwavering, fixed on the men in black, their eyes burning with a resolute flame.
It was as if they were declaring to the enemy: if you want to steal the goods, you'll have to step over their corpses first.
They were petite, appearing so small next to the towering cargo, yet so resolute, like loyal guardians protecting a treasure.
While everyone was engaged in a fierce battle, Qimeng's sedan chair quietly appeared at the other end of the road.
The sedan chair was carried by four strong porters dressed in black. Their steps were steady and powerful, each step firm and heavy, as they steadily made their way toward the direction of the fight.
Thin gauze curtains hung around the sedan chair, swaying gently in the breeze, revealing glimpses of Qimeng sitting inside.
A faint, cold smile played on her lips, a smile as cold as winter frost, as she silently watched this meticulously planned farce unfold.
Her eyes revealed a smug and arrogant sense of control, as if everything in the world was within her calculations.
Yingyi never directly participated in the melee from the beginning. He held his sword and stood to the side with his posture as upright as a pine tree, like a cold and austere statue.
His eyes were cold and deep, like a frozen pool, as if he were scrutinizing his prey or waiting for the perfect moment. He exuded an aura that sent chills down people's spines.
A closer look reveals that while the men in black appear to be launching fierce and ruthless attacks, they are not actually trying to kill.
They simply engaged the guards in a back-and-forth exchange, skillfully controlling their movements to put pressure on the guards without taking their lives.
Moreover, they worked together seamlessly, like a precisely operating killing machine. Every move was meticulously designed, cleverly leading the guards away from Qin Qianyu's side step by step.
Their movements were agile and their advances and retreats were orderly, making the guards run around in circles.
Unbeknownst to her, Qin Qianyu was now without any guards protecting her.
Out of the corner of his eye, Yingyi noticed that Qimeng's sedan chair was getting closer and closer. He quickly calculated the distance in his mind, and a resolute look flashed in his eyes.
Suddenly, he moved, his movements as swift as lightning. The sound of a sword being drawn was particularly jarring on the quiet afternoon path.
It was as if a thunderbolt had ripped through the sky, startling the surrounding air and causing the leaves to flutter down.
Ying Yi aimed her sword directly at Qin Qianyu's vital point, and flew away like an arrow released from a bow, so fast that no one had time to react.
A gust of wind whistled through the air, and even a small cloud of dust rose from the ground.
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