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

An unbelievable sound came out of Li Ningjing's mouth.

But when Ning Ruan's name was mentioned, she quickly realized that Ning Ruan didn't use a sword, and she definitely didn't want to reveal her identity, so she quickly switched to group voice transmission.

All members of the Thirteenth Realm Team heard it.

Even if they didn't hear it, they still saw it.

Ning Ruan was making so much noise that it was hard for them not to notice it.

"It's Ning Ruan, but she... isn't she a sword cultivator? Why... is her body refining technique so terrifying?"

"Yes, no wonder she doesn't carry a sword case. With just this one body-refining technique, she's already a rare genius that only appears once in a century. Why would she need a sword?"

"Her body-refining skills are indeed very powerful, but Ning Ruan's strongest point is still with the sword, right? Once she unleashes those swords, even a twelfth-level cultivator would find it difficult to resist."

"When Ning Ruan was at the eighth realm, she was invincible in the eleventh realm. Now she has reached the ninth realm and has also experienced the thunder tribulation. An ordinary twelfth realm warrior would definitely not be her match."

The Thirteenth Realm Team had an excited discussion.

Only Mu Yi Qiu rolled his eyes when he heard it.

Ning Ruan’s strengths extend beyond his swordplay and body-building skills.

Her healing skills are also invincible, okay?

There are also various elemental spiritual arts... there is simply no shortcoming.

It's fine if you are strong yourself.

And an absurdly strong background.

To be honest, if she didn't know it was unlikely, she would really doubt whether Ning Ruan came from the fairyland.

"Fellow Daoist Mu, Fellow Daoist Ning might be in danger if she does this. The strong ones from the Feather Tribe will definitely notice her."

After being shocked and excited, Lin Cheng quickly calmed down.

He hurriedly sent a message to Mu Yiqiu.

The latter had an expressionless face. He pierced a Feather Clan cultivator with his sword, drew his spirit sword, and transmitted a message: "Instead of worrying about her, we should worry about ourselves. We have obviously been targeted as well."

Their target is more obvious than Ning Ruan.

Working in groups of ten, relying on each other, this is a typical academy disciple.

Lin Cheng was silent for a moment. "But it's still different. Ning Ruan is too high-profile now. The strong men of the Feather Clan will take her life no matter what."

Mu Yiqiu remained calm, "Oh, that strong man from the Feather Clan is dead."

Can the vengeful person who has set his sights on Ning Ruan survive?

Lin Cheng: "..."

……

Ning Ruan was indeed targeted.

How could the strong men of the Feather Clan tolerate her carving through the battlefield so recklessly as if she were in an empty space?

Just as she punched a Feather Clan cultivator at the peak of the tenth realm, causing his chest to collapse and a blood mist exploded.

Two twelfth-level monks suddenly flew over from a distance.

Extremely fast.

The Feather Clan cultivator, who was being chased by Ning Ruan to the point of being scared to death, suddenly had an ecstatic look on his face.

"grown ups!"

"My two lords, please kill this girl! She is only in the ninth realm, but she already has the strength of the eleventh realm!"

"The eleventh realm?" Ning Ruan raised her eyes, a smile not quite there, "Then you may have some misunderstanding about me."

Eleventh realm?

She was already able to play for fun when she was only at the eighth level.

Two powerful Feather Clan warriors at the twelfth level soon arrived.

With the pressure from the twelfth realm, one person pressed his hands in the air, and the space of a hundred feet around Ning Ruan instantly froze like an iron plate; the other person spread his wings angrily, and thousands of poisonous silver feathers turned into a torrent of destruction, pouring down like an overwhelming force!

The exclamations of the human soldiers in the rear were stuck in their throats.

The imprisoned Ning Ruan simply tilted his head and casually clenched his left fist covered with black armor.

“Crack!”

The solidified space was like an ice surface hit by a heavy hammer, instantly covered with spider-web cracks and collapsed with a loud bang.

"puff--"

A Feather Clan cultivator at the twelfth level spurted blood on the spot.

Ning Ruan ignored him.

Instead, she looked up at the rain of arrows that was already overhead. She exerted force with her feet, and the black-armored figure did not retreat but advanced, bravely going upstream.

The silver feathers, powerful enough to pierce through rocks, hit the black armor, causing dazzling sparks.

The black armor shattered on the spot.

The silver feather also disappeared after touching the green shirt.

Fast! As fast as possible!

The sneer on the face of the twelfth level of the Feather Clan who controlled Silver Feather had just frozen when Ning Ruan arrived in front of him.

It was still the iron fist that looked slender but contained the power to collapse mountains.

The trajectory is clear, and it goes straight out!

Even though I have never felt the pain of being hit by this fist.

He also instinctively sensed the crisis and did not dare to confront it head-on.

He hurriedly raised a huge bronze shield to block in front of him.

Runes flow on the surface of the giant shield, as thick as a mountain.

Bang! ! !

When the fist and shield collided, there was a dull sound like rotten wood breaking!

Even through the shield, the Feather Clan cultivators were shocked and their blood and qi flowed backwards.

Ning Ruan didn't stop.

He threw several punches in succession.

The heavy shield was like paper and was pierced through in an instant.

The fist tip, carrying the broken shield, penetrated into his chest without any hindrance!

Pfft——!

The body of this powerful warrior at the twelfth level was like a bag filled with blood plasma, and it exploded under Ning Ruan's fist.

Broken bones, minced flesh, bloody feathers mixed with shield fragments splattered violently.

This scene was really too bloody.

It's too shocking.

The twelfth-level cultivator who was the first to be beaten and spurt blood had turned pale, his heart and liver were broken, and he flapped his wings wildly, turning into a stream of light and trying to escape.

But it's too late.

She was clearly a physical cultivator, and her speed was so fast that it didn't seem like that of a physical cultivator at all.

Block its escape path with the precision of teleportation.

His left fist tore through the air, bringing with it the wailing wind and thunder, and fiercely struck the layers of protective aura that the opponent had hastily set up!

boom! boom! boom--!

The protective aura was like a glass eggshell, shattering one after another.

Click!

There was a clear sound of bone cracking.

This twelfth realm cultivator, like the previous one, had a terrifying fist mark on his chest, spewing out a blood mist mixed with fragments of internal organs. He fell straight into the abyss below like a kite with a broken string.

Deathly silence enveloped the battlefield.

Ning Ruan hovered in the air and casually shook off the blood stains on his left fist.

While countless Feather Clan monks were stunned and shocked, he took out a jade bottle and drank a few gulps of the clear liquid.

Within a radius of several hundred feet, the only sound left was the slight swallowing sound from her throat.

The soldiers chasing from afar seemed to have their blood frozen as they stared blankly at the girl in green clothes - and behind her, the remains of the two twelfth-level strong men who exploded and fell.

How long has it been?

She actually killed two people in the Twelfth Realm in a row?

This is the twelfth realm!

"Dao... Daoist friend... are you really in the Ninth Realm?"

Someone uttered a word with difficulty, his voice trembling.

Ning Ruan naturally heard it.

She turned around and blinked, "What else?"

After that, he asked again: "Do you still have the black armor? It was damaged."

“…”Yes, the black armor was damaged, but she looked unharmed.

This is certainly related to her strength.

But the bottles of spiritual liquid he just took must be the reason why he was not injured.