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

"Kill you first, you evil woman!" The assassin roared, gripping the long knife tightly and rushing towards Ling Ziyan.

Ling Ziyan pushed Yi Fan to the side and said in a cold voice, "Go!"

The assassin's speed was so fast that Ling Ziyan couldn't see his figure at all. She only felt a sharp blade wind rushing straight towards her throat.

In the blink of an eye, sparks flew and the long sword left a deep crack on the wall, but Ling Ziyan disappeared without a trace.

As the assassin was stunned, he could hear his companions breathing rapidly.

He instinctively turned his head to look, only to see Ling Ziyan, who was originally clinging to the wall, now standing not far away. Beside her stood a martial artist holding a mysterious weapon, with an agile figure and an imposing aura.

The assassin realized that this martial artist was not one of his own. He was amazed at his speed.

The assassin didn't even see clearly how the other party came to him and how he took Ling Ziyan away.

He only felt a flash before his eyes, and Ling Ziyan, who was originally standing in front of him, disappeared without a trace, and his knife, which was determined to win, only hit the wall.

"Who are you?" The assassin turned around and faced the other party with a blade in hand, asking through clenched teeth.

The martial artist who suddenly appeared was Duan Tianyang. He did not pass by by chance, but deliberately followed here.

The reason why he hid in the dark was just to wait for the opportunity to confirm the true identity of the young man in white.

When Duan Tianyang learned from the assassin that the young man was the young master of Xuanhuang City, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

At the critical moment, he hesitated again and again, but still decided to take action.

No matter how vicious or heartless Ling Ziyan was, she was the original owner's beloved and as beautiful as a flower. He really couldn't just stand by and watch.

He also had a selfish motive, which was to save the young city lord Yi Fan, which might be of great help to his future.

Just when the assassin's blade was about to hit Ling Ziyan, he instantly started to move quickly, flashed to Ling Ziyan's side, picked her up, and then kicked her fiercely, kicking Yi Fan three meters away.

Duan Tianyang could have chosen to push him away, but when he saw a grown man hiding behind a woman at the critical moment of life and death, he changed his mind temporarily.

The hand that was originally stretched out was quickly replaced by a foot, and it kicked out without hesitation.

Duan Tianyang's face was hidden under the solid armor, revealing only a pair of sparkling eyes. He gave the assassin a mocking smile and said coldly: "I am your father!"

Ling Ziyan's brows knitted together instantly. This voice was too familiar to her. It had whispered softly in her ears in countless nights and dreams.

But in her heart, that man was just a cowardly, insignificant, ugly guy who knew no martial arts at all.

Facing Duan Tianyang's words, the knife-wielding assassin was obviously caught off guard. He responded threateningly: "Stop talking nonsense here, and leave quickly if you know what's best for you, or I'll kill you too!" He took two steps forward, as if he was eager to end this meaningless conversation, and seemed to be afraid of Duan Tianyang's strange body movements.

In Duan Tianyang's arms, Ling Ziyan stared at him intently, her eyes full of confusion and curiosity. She couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

Before this, she was fearless in the face of numerous assassins, showing an awe-inspiring aura. In Duan Tianyang's memory, he had never seen this side of Ling Ziyan. In his impression, she was a cold and heartless woman who liked to bully the original owner, except for the madness when the love potion took effect.

"It's not important." Duan Tianyang avoided Ling Ziyan's gaze and scanned the assassins around him. He was afraid that Ling Ziyan would recognize his voice, so he didn't dare to say a word.

Seeing the assassins closing in step by step, the leader slashed at Duan Tianyang fiercely. He quickly raised his sword to block. A deafening metal collision sound was heard, and Duan Tianyang's figure flew backwards like an arrow.

It then slammed heavily into an earth wall with such force that a huge hole was created in the wall.

Duan Tianyang, lying on the ground, felt as if his sword-holding arm was hit by a huge hammer, and it felt sore and numb.

He instinctively turned his head and looked for Ling Ziyan.

I saw her curled up in the corner, her bright eyes staring at me, as if saying, "Are you okay?"

After confirming that she was fine, Duan Tianyang felt relieved. However, the crisis was not resolved, as the enemy's shouts of killing were already within reach.

When the assassins' attention was all focused on Duan Tianyang, Yi Fan quickly stood up and grabbed Ling Ziyan's wrist, saying in a hurried tone: "Let's go."

Ling Ziyan resolutely broke free from Yi Fan's hand and said firmly, "You go first."

Yi Fan wanted to persuade her again, but suddenly an assassin rushed towards him with a knife. Facing this sudden attack, Yi Fan was so frightened that he had no time to care about anything else and could only flee in panic, completely forgetting Ling Ziyan's existence.

Seeing this, several assassins immediately gave chase. Duan Tianyang, who had not yet stood up, swung the sword in his hand, and a wind blade shot out in the shape of a cross, accurately hitting the pursuer's back.

Amid the howling wind, the armor of several assassins was cut by invisible wind blades with more than ten holes. Blood spurted into the air like a rainstorm and then scattered like raindrops.

Duan Tianyang took this opportunity to jump up from the ground. He hugged Ling Ziyan tightly and jumped up, intending to jump onto the roof.

At the moment he was about to touch the roof, an assassin suddenly appeared on the eaves above his head.

The assassin clenched a sharp weapon in both hands and chopped it down at Duan Tianyang's head viciously, shouting, "Where are you running to!" Duan Tianyang reacted quickly and hurriedly held his sword to block.

A sharp sound of metal collision was heard, and Duan Tianyang was knocked back to the ground from mid-air by the assassin's heavy blow.

The dust on the ground flew up, showing the great force of his landing. Looking at his palm holding the sword, blood flowed out from Duan Tianyang's palm, slid across the blade of the sword, and finally dripped onto the ground.

Ling Ziyan witnessed all of this. She saw it clearly and asked in surprise, "Are you injured?"

"Shut up!" Duan Tianyang spoke through his teeth and looked around with wide eyes.

On the roof, two assassins stood firmly; on the three walls, there were assassins lurking. The cultivation of these assassins was all above the peak of the Yuanhua Realm, trapping him and Ling Ziyan in this narrow courtyard, like an iron wall.

"Brother, I'll give you another chance to choose. Leave her behind and go alone. We promise not to make things difficult for you." The knife-wielding assassin spoke in a cold tone, like the chill wind in December.

"Well, what if I say no?" Duan Tianyang said word by word.

"Then you will die with this thief girl!" As the knife-wielding assassin spoke, the inner Qi in his body surged and poured into the Xuanbing in his hand. At the same time, the other assassins followed closely behind and injected the inner Qi into their own Xuanbing.