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

Xiao Fang was somewhat ashamed of Duan Tianyang's words, but at the same time he was amazed at his strength. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Brother Duan, what is your attribute? I have never seen such a unique skill before."

Duan Tianyang lit a bonfire and roasted the meat on it, then he answered slowly, "I am the legendary wind warrior, one of a kind. How is it? Do you feel powerful?"

Hearing this answer, Xiao Fang was shocked: "I never thought that Brother Duan actually possessed the rare wind attribute in the world. This is completely different from the weakest attribute in the legend."

"The reason why people look down on wind warriors is simply because their vision is too narrow and they have not truly witnessed their power." Duan Tianyang said lightly with a hint of disdain on his lips.

"Brother Duan is right." Xiao Fang witnessed the power of wind today, and realized that the wind warriors in the rumors were far from simple. This power was completely different from what he had known before, enough to make people feel awe.

"Really? Let us see it for ourselves!"

While the two were talking, a voice suddenly came from behind them.

Turning around, a group of people appeared. The two in the lead were wrapped in golden robes with flame patterns on them, like the blazing sun, dazzling and eye-catching.

The two were Yue Sang and Zhang Qing, inner disciples of the Burning Heaven Sect, both of whom had reached the third level of the Yuanhua Realm.

One of them had a broad face, fat ears, and a slightly bloated figure, like a towering mountain.

The other one was tall and slender, with long, silky hair flowing over her shoulders. Her cold temperament was like a chilly winter wind, making people shudder.

Behind them were several young men, one of whom had a bandage on his wrist, a sinister look on his face and a sly smile.

Duan Tianyang recognized at a glance that this was the ugly young man Xu Ye whom he had taught a lesson yesterday.

I saw Yue Sang holding a little fat boy in his hands, whose face was covered in blood and his nose and face were swollen. Who else could it be but Jin Bao?

Jin Bao opened his squinting eyes weakly and squeezed out words from between his teeth with difficulty: "Brother Tian... I... I didn't betray you." After that, he fell into a coma.

Yesterday, after Duan Tianyang left the villa, the young man who had made the harsh remarks had been following him secretly.

When he found out that his residence was the God of Wealth Inn, the young man immediately informed the Fentian Sect.

The people from the Burning Heaven Sect acted quickly, first capturing Jin Bao and beating him brutally, and then lurking around the inn for a whole night.

This morning, as soon as Duan Tianyang stepped out of the inn, the group of people followed him closely, looking for an opportunity to attack.

It was not until Xiao Fang and Duan Tianyang teamed up to kill the Silver-Feathered Beast that Zhang Qing thought the opportunity had come. So, he and Yue Sang showed up without hesitation, intending to take away the spoils of the two and take the opportunity to get rid of Duan Tianyang and avenge his junior brother Xu Ye.

Looking at the dying Jin Bao in Yue Sang's hand, Duan Tianyang clenched his fists and a cold expression appeared on his face for the first time.

Xiao Fang approached Duan Tianyang and whispered, "Brother Duan, these two are both masters of the third level of Yuanhua Realm. Even if you and I join forces, we will have little chance of winning."

Duan Tianyang drew the sword from his waist and said in a cold voice: "Brother Xiao, you leave first. Today's battle is a life-and-death battle. You and I met by chance, so there is no need to take risks for me." His eyes were firm, and there was no intention of retreating, as if he was ready to face life and death.

Although he had just met Jinbao yesterday, he had already regarded Jinbao as a brother the moment Jinbao recognized him as his elder brother. Now that his brother had been beaten like this, he might as well die if he didn't take revenge!

Duan Tianyang pointed his sword at Yue Sang and the others, and said word by word: "Today, you all must die!"

Yue Sang seemed to have heard an extremely ridiculous joke. He held his stomach and laughed so hard that tears were about to flow out: "Haha, my ears are not broken, right? Just relying on you, a waste of the first level of Huayuan realm?"

He threw the gold treasure in his hand contemptuously, and it fell to the ground. Then he raised his foot and stepped hard on him.

With a sneer on his face, he said provocatively: "Look at your brother, he is being stepped on by me now, do you have the ability to save him?"

Without any unnecessary nonsense, Duan Tianyang tightly grasped the Xuanbing Sword, and rushed like the wind, appearing in front of Yue Sang in an instant. He swung the sword without hesitation, pointing it directly at Yue Sang's chest.

His steps were so fast that it was jaw-dropping. Before Yue Sang noticed his movements, he had appeared in front of Yue Sang like a ghost.

Yue Sang's heart sank, knowing that something was wrong, and his body instinctively leaned to the side, trying to avoid the incoming attack. However, his reaction was still a little slow.

At this moment, there was a "puff" sound, and Duan Tianyang's sword did not pierce Yue Sang's chest as expected, but instead pierced deeply into his shoulder.

Yue Sang felt a sharp pain and screamed instinctively. Stimulated by the pain, he did not hesitate and immediately kicked forward with all his strength.

Although he was fast, Duan Tianyang was better. He jumped up instantly, the sword was pulled out of his body, and his body spun lightly in the air. With the momentum of falling, the sword swept out.

Yue Sang felt a chill on his neck, and then the sound of wind like fine sand rang in his ears.

His world was instantly dyed a shocking scarlet. The rustling sound was the wail of blood gushing from his carotid artery, and the blood-red in front of him was the beautiful picture painted by the hot blood gushing from his throat.

His originally sturdy body now stood there stiffly, blood mist gushing out of his throat. After a long time, he finally fell powerlessly into a pool of blood.

As a powerful warrior at the third level of the Yuanhua Realm, his cultivation was enough to suppress Duan Tianyang. If they were to fight on a frontal battlefield, it would not be easy for Duan Tianyang to defeat him.

However, fate played a cruel joke on him. He underestimated his enemy and did not expect him to be so fast. He did not even have the chance to use his armor to defend himself before he died.

Watching Yue Sang slowly fall down, Zhang Qing showed an expression of disbelief. How could this be possible?

Before he could react, a strong wind suddenly blew from right in front of him.

He secretly thought that something was wrong and immediately tried his best to retreat backwards. At this moment, a cold light flashed across his chest, tearing a wide hole in his shirt.

Looking at Duan Tianyang in front of him, Zhang Qing's face suddenly changed, and he retreated quickly. At the same time, he put on his armor, drew out his sword, and completed the infusion of spirit. Then he shouted and injected the true energy into the sword.

As the true energy continued to be injected, the sword began to emit golden mist, which quickly condensed into sharp golden spiritual blades in the air.

Zhang Qing wielded the spirit sword, and the golden spirit blades also rushed in the direction he pointed. This was exactly the gold skill he used - Blade of Breaking the Sky.