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

Duan Tianyang smiled contemptuously and waved his arm. A long sword appeared out of thin air. The sword light was like a dragon, cutting through the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp wind blade whizzed out and hit the four firearms soldiers accurately.

The narrow and sharp wind blade whistled, ruthlessly cutting through the armor of the four firearms soldiers and severing their waists. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The other Jin soldiers around had red eyes and roared loudly, as if their fighting spirit was ignited by the blood, and they rushed towards Duan Tianyang.

However, facing this fierce attack, Duan Tianyang just smiled indifferently, tapped the ground lightly with one foot, and his body instantly soared into the air.

The time he stayed in the air was beyond imagination, as if time had frozen at this moment.

He swung his sword from a high position, and a storm of sharp blades was suddenly released. The dense wind blades were like a violent storm, whistling and smashing towards the crowd of Jin soldiers.

Puff, puff, puff! The sound of wind blades cutting flesh and the crisp sound of bones breaking intertwined together, forming a melody of death.

The Jin soldiers fell one after another, their helmets shattered by the impact of the wind blades, and their heads were even cut open. Dozens of Jin soldiers died almost at the same time wherever the storm of sharp blades reached. The scene was extremely tragic.

When he landed, Duan Tianyang's body swayed slightly, and he shuttled among the Jin soldiers like a whirlwind. Every time he swung his sword, the enemy fell down.

There were quite a lot of Jin soldiers, and they all surrounded him. From the outside, Duan Tianyang was hard to find, and only the dense shouting and killing sounds remained.

Suddenly, a whirlwind suddenly rolled up in the center of the crowd, and wind blades shot out from it, like the tentacles of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping lives.

The Jin soldiers tried to resist with weapons, but the wind blade was so sharp that no ordinary weapon could resist it. The weapons broke with a sound, but the wind blade still had force and continued to wreak havoc on them.

Screams and wails rang out one after another, and there was chaos and despair among the Jin army.

When the terrifying whirlwind finally dissipated, there was no one within ten meters around Duan Tianyang. There was only blood, broken limbs, and tattered armor and weapons on the ground.

In just a short while, hundreds of Jin soldiers were killed by Duan Tianyang and turned into bloody fragments, with no one spared.

Duan Tianyang held a long sword with a cold glow in his hand, stepped on the messy ground, and pressed forward into the Jin army's formation step by step.

Every step he took was like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, making the Jin soldiers' faces pale as paper in an instant. Beads of sweat rolled down their cheeks. They trembled uncontrollably and staggered backwards.

"What? Are you scared now? Just come together, I'm in a hurry!" Duan Tianyang's voice was as cold as ice, penetrating the noise of the battlefield and striking the hearts of the Jin soldiers.

His words revealed endless contempt and provocation, as if he was toying with these enemies who were about to die at his hands.

The Jin soldiers looked at each other, and finally mustered up their courage, roared in unison, and charged towards Duan Tianyang again.

However, in Duan Tianyang's eyes, all this was just a futile struggle.

The corners of his mouth raised, a frightening light flashed in his beautiful eyes, and he suddenly shouted, "Prepare to die!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up and swung his sword. The sword flashed and then turned into dozens of extremely sharp silver lines, like a spirit snake coming out of a cave, instantly wrapping around the neck of the Jin soldier.

With Duan Tianyang's graceful leap back, the silver wire became taut, and the heads of the Jin soldiers were separated from their bodies one after another. Dozens of blood columns shot up into the sky, interweaving into a heart-pounding bloody picture.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and death. The scene was both spectacular and tragic, making people shudder.

Duan Tianyang's figure drew a graceful arc in the air, and then turned back like a ghost, releasing a storm of sharp blades again.

For a time, the battlefield was filled with wailing. The Jin soldiers were either dead or injured, but none of them could escape Duan Tianyang's pursuit.

In less than a quarter of an hour, this Jin army of six or seven hundred people was completely slaughtered by Duan Tianyang alone.

This was the first time he had let out some anger in more than two months, and it was also a test of his current strength.

When the last fleeing Jin soldier was caught and killed by him, he stopped and looked around. The corpses and broken limbs formed a hellish scene.

He gently shook off the blood on the long sword, and then the long sword seemed to blend into the air, quietly disappearing between his wrists, turning into an exquisite bracelet.

He leisurely removed the armor around his body and walked into the tea shed.

Inside the tea stall, the flamboyant and unruly little girl was still standing there in a daze. When Duan Tianyang walked in, her face suddenly changed and she involuntarily took two steps back, staring at him with her big, wary eyes without blinking.

Duan Tianyang walked to the table, touched the teapot with the back of his finger, and felt the residual warmth of the tea. He picked up the teapot, leisurely poured himself a bowl of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, he calmly took out a few copper coins from his arms, threw them lightly on the table, and turned and left.

During the whole process, he didn't even look at the little girl.

It was not until Duan Tianyang’s back was about to disappear outside the tea stall that the little girl came to her senses and hurriedly chased after him.

Looking at the corpses of Jin soldiers all over the ground, she couldn't help but shudder. She quickly caught up with Duan Tianyang and asked anxiously, "Hey! Where are you going?"

Duan Tianyang didn't stop, and just uttered five words lightly: "What does it have to do with you!"

"How can it be unrelated? Let me ask you, where are you going?" the little girl asked unwillingly.

"White Egret City." Duan Tianyang said without even turning his head.

"What? You're going to Bailu City?" The little girl's voice was full of surprise and confusion.

"What's the problem?" Duan Tianyang finally stopped and turned to look at the little girl who was asking persistently.

The little girl bumped into his back because of his sudden stop. She cried out in pain, then looked up, rubbed her red nose, and glared at him angrily.

Duan Tianyang shrugged, his expression seemed to say, this is none of my business.

The little girl took a deep breath, rubbed her nose again, and asked loudly: "Now that the Jin army is rampant and the Divine Realm is in danger, you have such high martial arts skills, why don't you go to kill the enemy and serve your country, but go to Bailu City? Are you still a man? Although I am a woman, I also know how to fight in the battlefield and defend my country..."

"Hasn't Bailu City already fallen?" Duan Tianyang interrupted her passionate speech and frowned slightly.

"Who said that? I came from Bailu City!"

Hearing this, Duan Tianyang frowned even deeper and blurted out, "What about the princess? Is she in Bailu City?"

"Here..."

Upon learning that Bailu City had not yet fallen and Ling Ziyan was among them, Duan Tianyang was extremely excited. He suppressed his excitement and strode forward.

The little girl hurried after him and grabbed hold of his clothes.

Duan Tianyang sighed softly and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"how much is it?"

The girl's words were abrupt and direct, which made Duan Tianyang stunned for a moment. "How much is it?"