The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

The middle-aged man no longer hesitated, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he shouted sternly: "Kill him for me!"

As soon as he gave the order, the warriors who had retreated to the side rushed towards Duan Tianyang again like tigers descending from the mountains.

At the same time, the middle-aged man's body shape suddenly changed, and he rushed towards Tong Ling like lightning.

He knew that Tong Ling was involved with Duan Tianyang, although he didn't know the specific relationship. But at this moment he could only pin his hopes on her, hoping to use her as bait to force Duan Tianyang to surrender.

The middle-aged man's seemingly bloated body was extremely flexible at this moment. In the blink of an eye, he was close to Tong Ling, and his big hands reached out to her slender neck like an eagle's claw.

Although Tong Ling was young, her cultivation was not weak. Facing the middle-aged man's swift attack, she lightly turned sideways and cleverly avoided the fatal blow. Then she grabbed the man's arms with both hands, took advantage of the momentum and threw him to the ground.

The middle-aged man was thrown to the ground violently by Tong Ling, making a deafening noise. The ground shook and dust scattered everywhere.

Seeing that she had the upper hand, Tong Ling was so proud that she couldn't express it in words. She decided to press on and kicked the middle-aged man decisively in the abdomen.

She mistakenly thought that the other person had been knocked dizzy, but that was not the case.

Just as Tong Ling's foot was about to touch the middle-aged man, the latter grabbed her ankle with lightning speed.

The middle-aged man did not give Tong Ling any chance to break free. He suddenly shouted and jumped up from the ground. Tong Ling lost his balance and fell with his head tilted back.

But the middle-aged man did not let go. Instead, he held her ankles tightly and threw her against the wall.

"Bang!" Tong Ling's body hit the wall heavily. Fortunately, the armor on her body provided protection, otherwise this blow would have been enough to break her bones.

But the middle-aged man did not give up. He grabbed Tong Ling's ankles tightly and threw her against the wall again.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Tong Ling's body kept hitting the wall. The sound was dull and continuous. After a while, a big hole was knocked out by her.

When the middle-aged man realized that Tong Ling had gradually lost the strength to struggle, he finally let go, letting her fall heavily to the ground.

"Bang!" Tong Ling fell to the ground, struggled weakly for a few times and then lay on the ground.

Then, the armor on her body changed from solid to gaseous, turned into a few wisps of white smoke, and drilled back into her body.

At this moment, her eyes were unfocused and she had lost consciousness.

The middle-aged man leaned over, stretched out his big hands, tightly grasped Tong Ling's neck, and pulled her up from the ground roughly.

He held Tong Ling's neck tightly with one hand and held a dagger on her shoulder with the other hand. He shouted at Duan Tianyang who was fighting fiercely with his people: "Duan Tianyang, if you don't want to see her die, stop immediately!"

This roar caused the martial artists present to jump out of the battle circle and retreat one after another, gasping for breath.

Although they worked together to besiege Duan Tianyang alone, everyone was exhausted at this moment, with sweat soaking their foreheads and temples.

Duan Tianyang looked around at the retreating martial artists, and his gaze finally fell on the middle-aged man and the child spirit he was holding hostage.

His eyes became sharp and his voice became cold: "I advise you not to do this."

"Duan Tianyang, let us go, otherwise she will die!" The middle-aged man approached Tong Ling's neck again.

Duan Tianyang shook his head and said firmly: "You can't leave."

"Aren't you afraid that I will really kill her?" the middle-aged man threatened viciously.

Duan Tianyang lowered his eyes, looked at the long sword in his hand, and said: "Let's see which is faster, your dagger or the sword in my hand!"

Seeing Duan Tianyang's firm attitude, the middle-aged man no longer hesitated. He hardened his heart and pointed the tip of the dagger at Tong Ling's neck and pretended to cut it.

However, just as he was about to exert force, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew over him. The wind was so fierce and sudden that he could not open his eyes.

Afterwards, he experienced an unprecedented freshness, a freshness that penetrated deep into his bones, as if the whole world had lost its constraints, and he felt his consciousness lightly free from the constraints of the flesh.

In front of him, a headless figure was holding a dagger and his other hand was tightly strangling a woman's throat.

Blood gushed out wildly from the man's broken neck, shocking everyone...

It was not until this moment that he suddenly realized that what had separated was not his soul, but his head.

When he realized this, his head had already fallen to the ground...

At this moment, the instant slash performed by Duan Tianyang could no longer be described by the simple word "fast".

In the eyes of everyone, his body seemed to be still in the same place, but his real body had silently appeared behind the other party. With one step and one move, the tip of the knife cut off the middle-aged man's neck.

The martial artists who witnessed this scene were all horrified.

What shocked them was not the fact that the middle-aged man died tragically at the hands of Duan Tianyang, but the fact that no one present could catch the trace of Duan Tianyang's fatal blow.

There is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, so there is no need to continue this battle.

The remaining martial artists exchanged glances, then fled in tacit understanding, running in different directions.

Duan Tianyang chased after him relentlessly. He quickly approached a martial artist and punched him hard.

With a bang, the punch hit the martial artist's back of the head, and he fell to the ground.

Just when Duan Tianyang was about to chase the next person, a martial artist suddenly turned back, and his target was the unconscious Tong Ling.

Duan Tianyang immediately turned around and rushed towards Tong Ling.

His speed was as fast as a whirlwind, and he rushed to Tong Ling in time to stop the opponent's attack. He punched the opponent's cheek, but the opponent reacted quickly and blocked it with his palm.

With a bang, the martial artist was thrown out by the impact and hit the wall with a dull sound.

Duan Tianyang approached quickly and punched again, but the cultivator dodged in time and his fist only hit the wall, leaving a deep dent.

The martial artist turned around and tried to flee, but Duan Tianyang's kick followed closely behind him, accurately kicking him on the back.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Duan Tianyang's kick was precise and powerful, and the martial artist was kicked several meters away. The armor behind him was shattered under the impact.

When the man fell heavily to the ground, he lay there like a stone sculpture, motionless, and the armor on other parts of his body dissipated like smoke.

Duan Tianyang approached quickly, looking down, and saw dark blood flowing from the corner of the man's mouth. He was startled and immediately squatted down. He gently touched the other person's neck with his fingers, but could not feel a trace of life pulse.

He realized that this person did not die from his legs, but chose to commit suicide by taking poison.

Duan Tianyang gently opened the other person's lips, focused his eyes, and found that the man's tongue was already black.

He frowned and looked around, and the other martial artists had escaped without a trace.