The strong smell of blood filled her nostrils, and Sang Ying couldn't help but breathe heavily. She seemed to taste a hint of rust.

The evil cultivator at the golden elixir stage in front of her slowly fell down, but there was not much spiritual energy left in Sang Ying's body.

Gu Shu in the pendant kept screaming: "Go back quickly, you really think you are an iron man. If you don't rest, don't wait for reinforcements. You will die of exhaustion in Rizhao City today!"

Gu Shu was very tired. He felt that his heart was broken because of Sang Ying.

In the past, he had seen that Sang Ying was cold-faced and hot-hearted, and could easily become soft-hearted. But he really didn't expect that after she recognized the identity of "Jimo Hairpin Star", she would really regard this Rizhao City as her own.

responsibility.

Feeling Gu Shu's anger, Sang Ying tried her best to raise her hand and nodded at him, coaxing: "Don't be angry, I'm going to rest for a while."

After all, she was almost unable to lift the sword.

Sang Ying has never been so tired as she is today. In order to practice swordsmanship, she even raised the heavy sword and swung it hundreds or thousands of times without using her spiritual power.

But I have never been so tired as today.

Those evil cultivators are coming like a tide. Can they really survive until three days later?

Sang Ying was also a little unsure.

The housekeeper divided the people into two groups and took turns dealing with the attacks of the evil cultivators.

They had taken several shifts, but Sang Ying never stopped from beginning to end. So when she came back with tired steps, several female nuns couldn't help but reach out to give her a hand.

Upon seeing this, the housekeeper quickly led them the way and asked them to help Sang Ying to a quieter corner, and then sent away several female nuns who helped with great gratitude.

After a while, Sang Ying slowly regained her strength.

She looked at the housekeeper, who seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant, and asked: "What are the casualties in the mansion? How many protective formations have been broken?"

"With your Qingluo and friends here, although some people were injured, fortunately they all saved their lives. However, five of the protective formations were broken, and there are not many formation disks left by you." At the end,

The housekeeper couldn't help but sigh.

Although there was still a smile on his face, it was a bit more bitter than before: "Miss, I can see that your friend is capable. If possible, you can leave with that person!"

The housekeeper was not blind. He recognized at a glance that Cang Lian was not his own guard, let alone the guard of the city lord's mansion.

The other party was able to resist so many evil cultivators on his own, so he must have a good level of cultivation. It might not be difficult for him to lead Sang Ying all the way out.

He knew that Sang Ying was not really a member of the Jimo family. Although she had received favors from the Jimo family, it was enough to reach this point.

Although he didn't want to see the Jimo family lose, he also didn't want to let Sang Ying die in vain.

"Miss, it's enough for you to hold on with them until now. If I don't see my wife come back tomorrow, I will take the rest of the people in the house to go out and offer treasures to give you a chance to leave."

The housekeeper paused and forced an ugly smile: "It's just a pity that the things that should have been left to you, Miss, may not fall into your hands."

Sang Ying could tell that he already had a death wish, probably because he wanted to die together with the other party.

But Sang Ying still waved her hand: "It's not the end yet. Since I haven't fallen down, it's not time for you to come forward!"

After saying that, she stood up again and walked towards the gate of Jimo Mansion.

The housekeeper looked at her leaving figure and thought for a moment that he had seen the head of the family who had been missing for many days...

A small courtyard could not be conquered for a long time, which made Feng Ji's patience less and less.

The evil cultivators he brought are not comparable to the low-level casual cultivators in Rizhao City, but even so, they have been in a stalemate with the opponent for so long without even the slightest progress.

Feng Ji was furious when he heard that his attack had been blocked again. He kicked away the subordinate who came to report the news: "How do they do things? So many people can't even get into a house?!"

The messenger knelt down again fearfully: "Master, I don't know, but there are several powerful characters in the Jimo family guarding the front and back doors respectively. The eldest lady of his family is a powerful swordsman and has already killed several of our Jindan leaders.

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In the end, even the messenger was a little scared. After all, anyone who saw the murderous female cultivator would be trembling with fear.

Seeing his subordinate's timid appearance, Feng Ji became even more angry.

He sneered coldly and walked out: "Wouldn't it be a pity if I didn't go and meet such a powerful person in person?"

The messenger watched Feng Ji go away and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he couldn't help but sweat for his master.

For some reason, he always felt that the other party would not be able to gain anything in the hands of the female swordsman.

So, when Sang Ying once again dealt with an evil cultivator who rushed forward, a golden sword engraved with dragon patterns fiercely met her sword.

When the two sharp weapons collided, sparks immediately erupted.

Sang Ying was caught off guard and was attacked, and the sword in her hand was almost knocked off.

With a sudden exertion of force, the two of them were instantly pushed away by three feet, and Sang Ying had time to look at each other's appearance.

At this moment, Feng Ji had already taken off the cloak that covered him tightly. The layers of fish scale spots on his side face and neck immediately attracted Sang Ying's attention.

If Cang Lian saw it, he would definitely see that the pattern looked very much like dragon scales!

"Are you the Jimo Hairpin Star?" Feng Ji raised his eyebrows and glanced at Sang Ying with extremely frivolous eyes.

This look made Sang Ying feel very uncomfortable. She tightened the sword in her hand and assumed a defensive posture.

This man was stronger than the evil cultivators she had encountered before!

Seeing that Sang Ying didn't answer, Feng Ji continued to talk to himself: "Why should a female practitioner practice swords? She should practice white silk or musical instruments. Brutal objects like swords should be used by male practitioners."

Bar!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the evil cultivators around him started laughing together, as if using such words could severely suppress Sang Ying.

But Sang Ying had heard enough of this kind of talk, so she didn't answer. She just held the sword again and stabbed Feng Ji hard. The sharp sword moves were pressing forward step by step, but Feng Ji didn't notice for a moment and was actually beaten by Sang Ying.

A section of hair was cut off, and there was even a trace of blood on his face.

The laughter around them suddenly disappeared, and everyone could only hear Sang Ying's slightly cold voice: "What, you can't even compare to a female cultivator who uses a sword?"

Hearing this, Feng Ji's expression was so ugly that no one dared to raise their eyes to look at him.

Feng Ji, who had suffered a loss, naturally did not dare to be careless again, so in the subsequent confrontations, Sang Ying gradually fell into a disadvantage. Although she could slightly hurt the opponent, she had to pay for her own serious injuries.

After several rounds, Sang Ying could no longer squeeze out a trace of spiritual energy. Most of her hair was cut off in retaliation by the opponent, and a wound was left on her shoulder blade. Even the tiger's mouth holding the sword was cracked.

But Feng Ji seemed to be able to do it with ease.

After being knocked to the ground for an unknown number of times, Sang Ying struggled to get up, but found that she had no strength.

Feng Ji approached step by step, and every step seemed to step on Sang Ying's life gate.

Looking at the bloody and miserable Sang Ying, Feng Ji smiled: "Let me just say, this female swordsman who looks like a murderer is just a little girl. How can she be as powerful as they say?"

After saying that, he raised his foot to step on Sang Ying's injured right hand.


Chapter completed!