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

"Brother, the immortal weapon is right in front of us. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

The eyes of the powerful Blood Bat Clan cultivator at the twelfth level were burning. He licked his increasingly dry lips and continued to use the group voice transmission technique:

"That old fellow from our clan who was expelled from the Blood Bat Clan, there's no way he could show up to protect her right now! She's only in the Ninth Realm, so what if she has Strange Fire? The Grand Master simply didn't want to get entangled with that old fellow before. Otherwise, his imposing aura alone would have been enough to kill Ning Ruan. Why would he have to do it himself?"

He became more and more anxious as he spoke, as if he was desperately trying to convince the most advanced companion beside him, or as if he was trying to convince himself:

"We've already seen her strange fire and know her true nature. How could we fall victim to the same trick twice? As long as we don't underestimate her and stay on guard at all times, her fire won't easily touch us!"

"Even if the two of us Twelfth Realm cultivators are no match for her, we can still fight to the death to contain her. And with your Yuan-Building Realm cultivation, a direct attack from you would make it easy for us to capture her. Immortal Weapon, Brother... If you could obtain one, why wouldn't we brothers follow you and betray our race? Plus, I don't want to stay in this Blood Bat Clan anymore."

Another companion in the twelfth realm was also eager to make a move, his eyes constantly wandering between Ning Ruan and Mo Feng, "Brother, I think what you said makes sense, we can give it a try!"

The eyes of the Lingsha cultivators flickered violently, greed and caution fighting madly.

But at this moment——

An iron pot wrapped in strange fire suddenly fell from the sky and smashed towards the three monks.

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The three monks were caught completely off guard and quickly dodged without thinking.

Even the cultivators of the Lingsha clan do not want to be contaminated by something like strange fire.

The strong are not afraid of strange fire, but that doesn’t mean they are really not afraid of being burned by strange fire.

It’s just that there are more ways to prevent the strange fire from touching you.

The two twelfth-level cultivators dodged very quickly, fearing that they would be touched.

The Blood Bat Clan monk had just stood still and was about to fight back when a rather delicate-looking fist suddenly enlarged in front of him.

A punch hit the chest.

The fact that Ning Ruan was a physical cultivator was witnessed by all the cultivators in the Eternal Realm.

He knew the punch was powerful.

How could he not be powerful if he could beat the Silver Wing Clan, who were at the initial stage of the Thirteenth Realm, to their knees and beg for mercy?

But it was not until he actually got hit by this punch that he realized how terrifying it was.

How could this be the strength that a ninth-level physical practitioner could possess?

The Blood Bat Clan monks were filled with disbelief when they were knocked away.

However, Ning Ruan seemed to have no intention of letting him go.

She moved her body and moved forward again, punching him again and again with an expressionless face.

The opponent's chest was sunken and his consciousness was blurred. He didn't even have the chance to activate the defensive spiritual weapon.

"I asked you to snatch it, do you really want to snatch it?"

Ning Ruan did a sideways spin kick, and the Blood Bat Clan monk crashed directly into the feet of two other monks who were trying to come to support him.

Then he shook his left hand, put two fingers together and pointed forward, and five flying swords flew out of his body at the same time.

Beneath the glacier, a flash of sword light appeared, as if reflecting the sky, and bright light suddenly shone through the glacier.

The night, which was even longer than last night, finally ended.

It's daybreak again!

Ning Ruan tilted her head slightly and blinked, "It's dawn now. Do you want to live or die?"

"If you want to live, give me the storage spiritual device."

"If you want to die, then wait until you die before giving it to me!"

"..."

The Lingsha Clan cultivator gritted his teeth and shouted, "Attack together!"

The remaining twelfth realm cultivator hesitated for only a moment before charging forward anyway.

Naturally, he was greeted by the five flying swords.

Above the thirteenth level, Ning Ruan never thought of fighting.

The gap is too big.

So she took out the scroll that was comparable to Candy Crush without hesitation.

Seeing the spiritual power surging from the Lingsha cultivators, she quickly unfolded the scroll.

That's this moment.

Ning Ruan only felt that there was a sudden spatial fluctuation in front of her eyes.

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, there was no trace of the Lingsha cultivator in front of him.

Where he had stood, there was only a pile of abrupt, slightly trembling quicksand.

His own aura had dissipated in an instant, and Ning Ruan's spiritual sense could not sense it, whether under or on the ice.

The scroll is still unfolded.

But this time, no new people were added to the scroll.

She actually failed!

Ning Ruan's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He curled his lips in interest, "Interesting, it runs pretty fast!"

This was the first time that she had lost her scroll.

Of course it’s not because the scroll is ineffective.

The other party had no intention of fighting with her from the beginning to the end.

He was planning to escape.

Before the suction of the scroll could reach him, he had already successfully escaped at the critical moment.

"Tsk." She made an ambiguous sound, her eyes full of interest.

It turns out that no race can be underestimated.

Even a soul-devouring tribe member like Mo Feng, who is not good at fighting, can secrete a kind of filthy substance from his body, and this substance can even have some effect on the black fog after nightfall.

Judging from Mo Feng's reaction, this kind of thing should not be used too much.

Ning Ruan put away the scroll.

He raised his eyes and looked at the twelfth-level cultivator who was trapped in the sword formation on the other side.

He was still struggling, trying to break the sword formation.

But the fact that the Lingsha cultivator ran away midway was a big blow to him.

He was starting to panic.

He had a fierce look on his face before, and he cooperated very well in dragging Ning Ruan.

Even when trapped in the sword formation, he remained very calm.

But after he witnessed with his own eyes how the Lingsha cultivators abandoned them without hesitation... now all that was left was panic and despair.

How can he fight when the Yuan-building Realm masters are scared away?

Ning Ruan looked directly at Xiaohong, the main attacker, and an idea came to her mind.

Then the twelfth-level cultivator who was trapped in the sword formation saw the scarlet flying sword suddenly break away from the sword formation.

Without thinking, he prepared to escape through the gap.

As for the Blood Bat Clan monk who was still lying unconscious on the ground, he could not do anything about it.

But the crimson sword was apparently faster than him. After a low hum, the sword glowed red, like a leech attached to the bone, arriving first and piercing his back with its unparalleled sword light!

In panic, he could only twist his body in mid-air and narrowly avoided the vital points.

puff!

The sword light passed by his ribs, bringing up a spray of blood.

He felt severe pain, but he didn't bother to check his injuries.

Instead, he used the impact to accelerate again and tried to escape.

But just when he escaped for a moment, he suddenly felt the pain of his 'good brother' of the Blood Bat Clan being attacked by someone.

He didn't even know when Ning Ruan appeared...

When he felt a sharp pain in his waist, he turned around to face the face that was so close to him and had a faint smile on its face.

The girl's voice was clear and innocent, with a hint of just the right amount of regret in her tone:

She said, "I'm so sorry, I wanted to stab you in the chest, but I stabbed you in the waist instead."

Twelfth Realm cultivator: "..."