Daqin: The beginning of the collapse of the sky, sweeping across the Western Regions

Yan Lingji dodged left and right from the attacks of the two guards. Her movements were smooth and rhythmic, as if she was performing an elegant dance.

Every twist of her body, every turn, she avoided the guards' spears just right, and her figure danced in the dim firelight, breathtakingly beautiful.

Meanwhile, the patience of the two guards was wearing thin.

Their attacks were originally swift and powerful, but with Yan Lingji's seemingly easy dodge, their offensive began to become chaotic.

Every failed attack made them more anxious; sweat oozed from their foreheads and their eyes were filled with fatigue and frustration.

The guards' attacks became increasingly disorganized, their movements becoming less coordinated and their spear swings becoming clumsy.

Yan Lingji's dodging was no longer a difficult challenge, but a game. She moved freely among the guards' attacks, as if mocking their helplessness.

Yan Lingji always kept a faint smile on her face, and her eyes revealed a calmness, as if all this was within her expectations.

Every move she made was full of confidence, and her body displayed amazing flexibility and strength as it moved, shocking everyone present.

The guards' attacks were becoming more and more frantic, but also increasingly ineffective; their physical strength and will were being rapidly depleted.

Yan Lingji still maintained her elegance and calmness. She was waiting for the right opportunity, an opportunity to end the game in one fell swoop.

In this way, the battle between Yan Lingji and the guards became unbalanced. The guards' offensive came like a tide, but also receded as quickly as the tide.

Yan Lingji is as firm as a reef, and no matter how strong the wind and waves are, she cannot be shaken at all.

The two guards' physical strength was rapidly consumed by the continuous attacks, and their movements gradually became slow and clumsy.

Each swing of the spear seemed to be more strenuous than the last. Their breathing became rapid and they kept gasping for breath. The sound echoed in the empty cave, revealing their exhaustion and helplessness.

Sweat slid down their foreheads, wetting their cheeks and chins. Their hands began to turn white from tightly gripping their weapons, and their muscles trembled from prolonged tension and exertion.

Despair began to appear in their eyes, because no matter how hard they tried, they could not touch Yan Lingji at all.

At the same time, Yan Lingji, who looked like a weak woman, still maintained her composure.

Her breathing was steady, as if she had just come back from a walk, and there was no sign of fatigue on her face, not even a drop of sweat.

She moved lightly, dodging the guards' attacks easily like a graceful dancer.

Her eyes were full of contempt and ridicule, as if she was looking at two stupid clowns.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a playful smile that made the guards feel incompetent and ridiculous.

In this fierce battle, the contrast between the two sides is so sharp.

Yan Lingji demonstrated her great strength and confidence, while the guards looked embarrassed and their efforts were in vain.

This battle has become a brutal show that makes people feel awe at Yan Lingji's strength.

Her movements were still smooth and graceful, every dodge was just right, and there was still a faint smile on her face, as if she was mocking the guards' powerlessness.

Yan Lingji's calmness formed a sharp contrast with the guards' embarrassment.

Her figure moved lightly among the guards' clumsy attacks, and her eyes revealed a kind of superior indifference, as if she was just a spectator of this battle, not a participant.

The guards' attacks were growing slower and slower, their steps were beginning to stagger, the pauses after each attack were growing longer and longer, and their strength seemed to be draining away rapidly.

However, Yan Lingji still maintained her elegant demeanor. She did not initiate an attack, but instead let the guards continue their useless work with an almost playful attitude.

This one-sided battle made the guards feel deeply frustrated and powerless.

They understood that they had completely lost control of the situation, but Yan Lingji, this seemingly weak woman, was in control of everything.

As time went on, an expression of disbelief appeared on the two men's faces, mixed with a hint of fear.

They stared with wide eyes at the ghostly and agile woman in front of them, feeling a chill in their hearts.

"How... is this possible? Why didn't we even touch the corner of this damn woman's clothes?"

One of the guards muttered, his voice trembling.

He couldn't believe his eyes. They had clearly tried their best, but why couldn't they even touch the corner of each other's clothes?

The other guard was equally shocked. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his fear.

But when he looked at Yan Lingji again, the fear in his eyes became more intense.

"Have we encountered a monster?"

He whispered, his tone filled with desperation.

This huge psychological pressure made the attacks of the two guards become more and more disorganized. They no longer had the belief in victory in their hearts. All they had left was fear of Yan Lingji's unfathomable strength and despair of their own powerlessness.

At this moment, Yan Lingji was no longer the beautiful woman in their eyes, but a terrifying existence.

Her speed was as fast as lightning, which was amazing! She could always accurately predict the direction of their attacks and cleverly avoid them, as if she had known their moves in advance.

This made them doubt their own perception abilities and even question themselves: Could it be that our attacks were so easy to see through?

However, the truth is so cruel that no matter how hard they try, they can never hit this mysterious and powerful woman.

As time went by, their mood became heavier and the shadow of fear gradually enveloped their hearts.

Their attacks became weaker and weaker, their legs gradually became weaker, and the weapons in their hands seemed to have lost their former weight.

Their breathing became rapid and their eyes revealed anxiety and confusion.

They really couldn't understand why they couldn't defeat this seemingly weak woman even though they tried their best.

In contrast, Yan Lingji seemed particularly calm and composed. She dodged every attack gracefully, with light and graceful movements.

Her beauty formed a sharp contrast with the guards' miserable state, as if showing them the huge gap in strength between the two sides.