I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

The Feather Clan cultivator's eyes widened, but he could no longer speak.

With two difficult gasps, his body fell into the boundless realm.

The ownerless bone whip also fell down.

Ning Ruan's movements did not stop at all.

Although he was wearing heavy black armor, his body was as fast as the wind, and he didn't look like an individual cultivator at all.

In just a moment, he appeared in front of the Feather Clan cultivator who had just been blown away.

The left fist swung out suddenly.

The opponent's courage to fight seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment.

Only fear and despair remained on his face.

"no no……"

boom--

The moment the fist hit his chest, he truly felt the powerlessness of his people.

How could he possibly fight back after receiving this punch?

How could he possibly survive?

He quickly lost consciousness.

The Feather Clan monks who were about to rush over from all directions could only watch helplessly as another of their clansmen fell into the abyss of the Boundless Realm.

There's absolutely no way to stop it.

In fact, only a moment had passed.

However, two members of the tribe were killed instantly.

"who are you?"

"You're not from the army! Are you a student from the academy?"

The Feather Clan cultivator looked panicked and his eyes widened.

There was fear in his eyes as he looked at Ning Ruan.

Ning Ruan shook his fist, "Want to know who I am?"

She raised the corners of her lips slightly, and her smile widened: "Guess."

Done.

The man has already rushed towards the nearest few Feather Clan monks.

There's no fancy showmanship.

It is the most primitive way of playing.

That body, which was not tall and sturdy, seemed to contain terrifying strength.

With one punch, no one can stop it!

Even with the defensive spiritual weapon, it was still shattered into pieces like rotten wood under the sweep of the human cultivator's seemingly slender left fist!

The violent force penetrated his body, and his entire upper body collapsed suddenly as if hit by a giant beast, and he was killed by one punch.

She was like a hungry wolf among the flock of sheep.

This extremely brutal fighting style weakened the shouts and cries of killing from all around.

The Feather Clan, who had originally tried to pounce on them for revenge, now only had fear in their eyes.

How could this be a battle? It was a crushing defeat! It was a massacre!

They were clearly in the same realm, and they were even one realm higher than the other, but they were still killed without any chance to fight back!

"Useless! Form a formation! Trap her to death!" A Feather Clan cultivator, whose cultivation had clearly reached the middle stage of the eleventh realm, screamed fiercely, "Kill her. She must be killed today!"

No matter if they are from the military or newly trained physical trainees from some academy.

Just because she is at the middle level of the Ninth Realm and possesses such terrifying strength, she cannot be allowed to live!

Upon hearing the order, dozens of Feather Clan cultivators dispersed and no longer rushed forward blindly. Instead, they surrounded Ning Ruan in the center from a specific direction.

As the wings behind him flapped, blue-gray energy threads shot out from the tips of the wings and quickly intertwined into a net in the air.

"Is this a formation? It's quite interesting."

Ning Ruan raised her eyes and blinked with interest.

There was no intention of escaping.

Instead, at the moment when the light net above his head was about to tighten, he slightly moved his left fist.

Then the whole person rushed straight towards the light net.

boom--

Left fist smashed down.

No stalemate, no obstruction.

An invisible shock wave centered on her fist, and cracks quickly appeared in the blue-gray light net.

Dozens of Feather Clan monks trembled slightly and gritted their teeth to hold on.

Ning Ruan chuckled and punched down again.

Blood suddenly spurted out of his left fist.

However, the blue-gray light net was mixed with bright red blood, and it shattered and disintegrated bit by bit.

"puff--"

The dozen or so Feather Clan monks who were forming a formation around them were struck hard, and they all spurted blood and flew backwards, their wings disheveled, and the formation collapsed instantly.

The Feather Clan monks who organized the formation were even more terrified, and their roars were stuck in their throats.

Because the human cultivator who was as strong as a ferocious beast was now standing in front of him.

Like a ghost!

She is laughing.

But he couldn't laugh at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the other party raised his left fist again.

Hit him hard in the chest.

That punch—

With unmatched strength and speed, it rushed forward fiercely!

“…Please…Please help!”

He only had time to utter two words before a sharp pain in his chest hit him, and his life was over!

The remaining Feather Clan monks trembled and instinctively wanted to retreat.

But their mission is to guard the Xiaocan Realm, so where can they retreat to?

"No... don't be afraid of her. Let's attack her together. She's only at the ninth level. No matter how powerful she is, there will be a time when her spiritual power and blood are exhausted."

"Yes, she has always used her left hand. Maybe the reason why she is so strong is because of her left hand. Her left hand is injured. We still have a chance!"

"..."

I don’t know whether to comfort others or myself.

The Feather Clan monks spoke in their clan’s language.

Very loud sound.

But I don't feel very confident.

Ning Ruan understood.

She tilted her head and looked at her left hand, which was indeed injured and still bleeding violently.

I enjoyed the fight just now and didn’t feel any pain.

Now the feeling comes.

"Thanks for the reminder."

She thanked him politely.

Then, in front of everyone and the Feather Clan monks, he took out an unknown jade bottle.

Start pouring out the milky white liquid inside like washing hands.

After pouring it all, I still felt it was not enough.

He quickly pulled out two more bottles and drank one.

The other bottle was poured directly onto the hands.

The wound, which had already stopped bleeding quickly, recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye after being rinsed.

She swung her left fist skillfully.

"What you said makes sense, but my injury is healed now."

"..."

The Feather Clan cultivators only felt a chill rising up.

Even the wings behind him were completely stiff.

What I just said seemed like a joke.

Just when Ning Ruan was about to charge forward——

A group of Feather Clan monks suddenly turned around and fled.

Escape in a hurry.

"Fellow Daoist! Well done!"

"These guys must be going to seek help, let's give chase!"

A group of armored soldiers stepped forward excitedly.

The look he gave Ning Ruan was full of admiration.

On the battlefield, the strong are respected.

No matter whether you are from the military or a student in an academy, as long as you are truly capable, you will be respected.

Ning Ruan nodded, "Then chase after her."

Even if others don't pursue her, she will still pursue her.

The enemies outside are too weak.

Only the thing that looks like a formation is slightly stronger.

The others are all vulnerable.

She was completely unable to display her true strength.

As a result, a very unreasonable scene appeared on the battlefield.

A human physical cultivator who had only reached the ninth level of cultivation, wearing heavy black armor, was like a black lightning that tore through the chaotic battlefield, chasing the fleeing Feather Clan cultivators all the way.

Among these Feather Clan cultivators, most of them have cultivation levels far higher than hers.

Behind her, there was a group of human cultivators.

There are those with lower cultivation than her.

There are also those who have higher cultivation than her.

But without exception, everyone looked at the slender figure in front of them with admiration and excitement in their eyes.

Wherever she went, there was no fighting, no stalemate, only the most primitive and violent ending.

The left fist was swung out, and the air exploded!

The Feather Clan standing in front of them, no matter if they were in the ninth or tenth realm, were all blown away and torn apart like kites!

The black armor is stained with blood, and the fist is as strong as a dragon!

She rushed forward, plowing a bloody path through the chaotic battlefield, leaving only flying feathers and falling bodies behind her!

"Wait, that's... is Ning Ruan?"