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

Before he finished speaking, the little girl was already furious. She let out a delicate cry, holding the black sword, and rushed towards him like an arrow.

When she got close, she swung out three sword strikes in one go, the swords flashing and extremely sharp.

Facing this sudden attack, the battalion guard captain seemed to be at ease. He swung his sword lightly, dissolving each sword beam one by one. Then, he suddenly exerted force and chopped out with his sword, with unstoppable force, and went straight for the little girl.

The little girl knew that the opponent was very strong, so she didn't dare to confront him head-on and quickly dodged.

But the battalion guard captain seemed to have seen through her intentions, and kicked her accurately in the chest.

There was a loud "bang" and the little girl's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and finally fell heavily into a roadside tea stall. The scene was a mess, accompanied by the sound of tables and chairs breaking.

She struggled to get up from the ground. Her armor was torn, her clothes were disheveled, her face was as pale as paper, and the lady's sword in her hand had fallen somewhere.

She tried to stand firm, but she was powerless and her body was shaky.

Seeing this, the battalion guard chief raised a mocking smile, slowly walked into the tea shed, and said with a fake smile: "How does it taste? I advise you to be sensible and stop struggling in vain. Just follow me obediently."

"Where are you going?" This sudden voice did not come from the little girl, but from a young man deep in the tea shed - Duan Tianyang.

At this moment, the battalion guard captain suddenly realized that there was someone sitting in the tea stall.

He stopped and looked Duan Tianyang up and down, secretly surprised.

This man is about twenty years old, with an upright figure, handsome features, skin as white as jade, and exudes a gentle and elegant temperament, just like a weak scholar.

But his clothes were extremely plain, just a simple cloth shirt and cloth pants, which seemed out of place with his appearance.

What is even more peculiar is that although he is young, his temples are already gray, and two strands of silver hair hang down in front of his chest, adding a sense of otherworldly elegance to him.

Duan Tianyang himself was also confused about the two strands of silver hair. The original owner in the dream had white hair. After he woke up from the dream, he found that his temples had also turned white, but the rest of his hair was still black.

Perhaps, this is because the two people's souls are becoming more and more compatible.

After staring at Duan Tianyang for a moment, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up and he let out a brisk chuckle. Then he tilted his head slightly, stretched his neck, and got close to Duan Tianyang, asking curiously: "What did you just say?"

"I say, where are you taking her?" Duan Tianyang's words echoed softly in the air.

"What? Say it again." The battalion guard captain frowned and leaned his head closer. He could almost feel the warmth of the other's breath.

In this tense atmosphere, he suddenly jumped up, raised the machete in his hand like lightning, and slashed it fiercely towards Duan Tianyang's handsome face.

Any man who sees Duan Tianyang's face would feel jealous to some extent, which is why he slashed at Duan Tianyang's face as soon as he drew his knife.

Just as the machete was about to hit Duan Tianyang's face, Duan Tianyang calmly raised two fingers and gently blocked his cheek.

The large machete made of black iron hit his fingers hard, but failed to cause any damage. Instead, it was bounced away by an invisible force.

The battalion guard chief was extremely shocked, his face suddenly changed, and before he could come to his senses, Duan Tianyang gently waved his hand again...

Crack! With a crisp breaking sound, the machete in the battalion guard's hand instantly split into two, and then a thin red line quietly appeared on his neck.

In just a moment, a round head slipped from the shoulders and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Duan Tianyang tapped the table lightly, and he and the stool moved sideways several meters in an instant, avoiding the splattered blood.

The headless battalion guard captain fell straight to the ground. The little girl in the tea stall opened her eyes wide, and the Jin soldiers outside the tea stall were also dumbfounded. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, leaving only the heavy breathing of the crowd.

A drop of blood dripped slowly along the long sword that appeared in Duan Tianyang's hand at some point. His movements were as fast as lightning, and no one could capture its trajectory.

After an unknown amount of time, a Jin soldier suddenly woke up, and a sharp voice cut through the air: "Ah! He dared to kill the battalion commander! Brothers, kill him quickly and avenge the commander!"

Following this hoarse cry, several Jin soldiers holding muskets responded quickly. They skillfully filled the gun barrels with gunpowder and steel balls, and then, the cold muzzles were all aimed at Duan Tianyang.

In an instant, muskets and rifles fired together, deafening explosions intertwined into one, and flames splashed everywhere, as if tearing the space apart.

Duan Tianyang seemed unusually calm; he sat leisurely on the chair and waved his arm gently, as if he was just brushing away a cloud of dust.

Immediately afterwards, his figure flashed like a ghost, and he who was originally sitting on the stool disappeared without a trace. When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of those firearms soldiers. His speed was astonishingly fast.

Duan Tianyang's palm slowly opened, covered with a layer of dazzling silver metal, like the hand of a god.

In the palm of his hand, there were five charred steel balls, still retaining residual heat from high temperatures, with wisps of green smoke rising.

This scene made the firearms soldiers present look at each other in disbelief.

How could this person catch a steel bullet fired from a flintlock gun with his bare hands? Is he still a human?

Duan Tianyang raised his lips to sneer, his voice as cold as ice: "No matter how fast the musket fires, can it be faster than the ever-changing wind?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze.

A firearms soldier screamed in fear, dropped his musket in a hurry, drew the sword from his ribs, and chopped it fiercely at Duan Tianyang's head.

However, Duan Tianyang just waved his hand lightly, and with a crisp breaking sound, half of the steel knife flew out like a kite with a broken string, and only half of the knife was left in the hands of the firearms soldier.

Before the other party could come to his senses, Duan Tianyang's palm had already grasped his neck like an iron clamp.

No one saw how hard Duan Tianyang used, but the firearms soldier's cervical vertebrae broke with a heart-pounding sound. Then, his head drooped weakly and transparent saliva slowly slid from the corners of his mouth.

Duan Tianyang waved his arm casually, and the lifeless body was thrown out like a rag, hitting the two Jin soldiers heavily, and the three of them rolled into a ball.

Seeing this, the rest of the firearms soldiers were all terrified and frantically reloaded their ammunition in an attempt to launch another attack.

But Duan Tianyang's movements were faster than theirs. He flashed in front of a firearms soldier and snatched the other's musket in a flash. With a slight twist of his wrist, the muzzle was aimed at the firearms soldier's chest. With a bang, the steel bullet pierced through his chest, and the man screamed and fell on his back.

At the same time, the gunshots from the other firearms soldiers followed suit, and several steel balls whistled in. Suddenly, wisps of white smoke emanated from Duan Tianyang's body. When the white smoke dissipated, everyone looked closely and saw that the steel balls that had just been fired were embedded in his armor, but could not penetrate it...