Ling Yuan's pupils contracted, and he used the bronze mirror to block the attack!
"Ding, ding, ding—"
Three crisp sounds.
He knocked down all the poisoned willow-leaf darts, which fell to the ground.
The bronze mirror also shattered into pieces.
"Who?!" He threw aside the broken mirror, turned around abruptly, and shouted sharply.
The soft sword slid from the sleeve into the palm.
Gone is the gentle demeanor; only ruthlessness remains.
As the candlelight flickered, a dark figure appeared at the doorway like a ghost.
Duan Xingzhi stood with his sword in hand, his face cold and stern. Against the moonlight, he looked like a demon from hell, slowly raising the tip of his sword and pointing it directly at Duan Xingzhi's face.
"A night owl?!"
When Ling Yuan recognized the person, a look of disbelief flashed across her face, followed by shock and anger: "You dare to kill me?"
"Do you know what it means to oppose the Third Prince?!"
Duan Xingzhi gave a cold, mocking smile.
They didn't even bother to answer.
With a flick of his wrist, the sword flipped and flew straight at Ling Yuan's heart!
The sharp sword energy carried a deadly attack, both fast and ruthless.
Ling Yuan was terrified and hurriedly raised his sword to meet the attack.
The blades clashed, sparks flying.
Ling Yuan felt a tremendous force coming from the sword, which made his hands go numb and he staggered back three steps before he could barely steady himself.
But a metallic sweetness rose in his throat.
He pressed his hand to his chest and looked at Duan Xingzhi in horror.
He never expected that the Night Owl's power was even more terrifying than the rumors suggested!
Duan Xingzhi pressed his advantage, his sword moves flowing like a continuous river, each strike more ruthless than the last.
Ling Yuan was struggling to stay afloat, and soon several bloody marks appeared on her body.
The more he fought, the more frightened he became.
Although the Night Owl's sword moves were full of killing intent, for some reason, it always stopped at the last moment.
It seemed she was avoiding close combat with him.
Is this a joke?
Ling Yuan felt extremely humiliated.
He didn't know that Duan Xingzhi was only concerned about his own feelings for Shen Zhiyi and wanted to avoid getting hurt.
Therefore, they toned it down somewhat.
After three more moves, Ling Yuan gradually lost ground.
Suddenly, Duan Xingzhi's brows furrowed, and his sword-wielding hand trembled almost imperceptibly.
A sharp, intense pain shot through my lower abdomen.
It's Ayi!
She's injured?!
His dark pupils narrowed sharply, and he abruptly looked outside.
Ling Yuan keenly spotted his weakness, raised her soft sword, her face fierce, and aimed straight for Duan Xingzhi's throat.
"Go to hell!"
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