Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

"Master Yan!" Ruan Chuyin raised her head from a chest that gave her a sense of security. The moment she saw the face of her savior, she could no longer suppress the helplessness in her heart and burst into tears.

"Miss Ruan, what's wrong with you..." Yan Shanting didn't have time to finish his question before he started fighting with the ghost-faced man.

The dazzling sword light exploded in the air, sparks flying. Two by two, they clashed with each other, and the ghost-faced man flew backward out of the window, but he quickly leaped up again, with five more ghost-faced men behind him.

He swung his sword horizontally, and this time only three people were blown away.

The one coming is very strong.

The cramped space prevented Yan Shanting from fully unleashing his full strength. The trembling beauty in his arms made him wary. Fortunately, his companions from the Xuantian Sect arrived just in time.

"Brother Jin, my husband Ji Zhiya is in the Waterside Pavilion in the west building. Please call him to come and help! My friend was stabbed by the ghost-faced man and her life is in danger upstairs. Please help me save her! There is another one, another one jumped into the pond." Ruan Chuyin grabbed Jinshan's sleeve and spoke incoherently in a hurry.

Ji Zhiya? Why does this name sound so familiar?

Suddenly, Jinshan reacted and protected her. He blocked the two ghost-faced people with his sword and asked with wide eyes, "Are you talking about the Fufeng Sword Immortal Ji Zhiya?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Ruan Chuyin nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice.

"hiss"

Jinshan gasped and his brain suddenly crashed.

"What are you standing there for! Hurry up and go find someone to save them!" Yan Shanting roared and swung his sword again, and more ghost-faced men fell from the window.

"Damn it, so tough!" Chi Youliang and his fellow apprentices fought back fiercely. Each one was more powerful than the last, and they were starting to feel overwhelmed.

With the help of the sect leader and fellow disciples, Jinshan broke through the siege and escaped through the door.

Seeing Ruan Chuyin successfully taken away, Yan Shanting no longer hesitated and unleashed a formidable force, sending all twelve of the attacking ghost-faced men flying. Of course, there were also several of his own disciples.

The cramped space was no longer sufficient for the two groups to fight, so they broke out of the windows and started fighting in the deep pool.

Just as the Xuantian Sect was about to secure a crushing victory, ten more ghost-faced men emerged from all directions. Their skills were superior to those of the previous twelve, making them even more formidable. In this battle, Yan Shanting alone blocked half of the enemy's might.

Twenty disciples of Xuantian Sect fought against twenty-two ghost-faced men. Mushroom clouds exploded from the deep pool, and surging white waves rushed into the sky, chasing each other.

Suddenly, two more people fell from the second-floor window. They were Jinshan and Ruan Chuyin who had just escaped the siege.

"Why are you back again?" Yan Shanting swung his sword heavily backwards, knocking back ten ghost-faced men.

"There is a master." Just as Jinshan finished speaking, he saw a thorn whip coming down from the second-floor window. At the top of the thorn whip was a fist-sized iron ball cast with spikes, which smashed a water hole less than an inch beside Jinshan.

He held the beauty in his arms and had to help her steady herself on the water. The sudden blow nearly knocked him out of breath and caused him to fall into the water.

Yan Shanting's pupils shrank suddenly, he gathered his energy in his dantian and swung several swords at the oncoming people. With his quick eyes and hands, he supported Jin Shan and Ruan Chuyin who were about to fall into the water.

Feng Huaiyuan rolled over, dodging two swords, and swung his whip to meet the remaining three.

The pointed iron ball hit the weapon, and the powerful metallic sound echoed in my ears.

This man's kung fu is very good, much better than those twenty-two ghost-faced men.

Who on earth would be so bold as to kill Miss Ruan?

Yan Shanting's face was filled with an unprecedented solemnity, as the sword and the whip clashed with each other, making the fight difficult to separate.

Elder Feng successfully contained half of Yan Shanting's forces, making the fight even more difficult for the twenty Xuantian Sect disciples. Chi Youliang and Ruan Chuyin finally broke through a gap and ascended, but unexpectedly, another ghost-faced figure descended from the darkness, blocking their path.

"Want to leave? You all have to stay today." The cold tone carried the sediment of time, which made people shudder.

The man who came was an old man with a ghostly face. His graying hair was tied up high, and the sword in his hand was completely red, just as terrifying and bloodthirsty as his aura.

"It's a pity that the little girl was so pretty." Yao Shixian's eyes rarely showed regret.

"I have no grudge against you, why are you trying to kill me?" Ruan Chuyin roared, her eyes bloodshot. Her mind was filled with the tragic sight of Yin Hongmei lying in a pool of blood. Looking up, she saw the third floor, so close yet unable to do anything. A strong sense of suffocation enveloped her, and she cried out her husband's name heartbreakingly.

Ji Zhiya was now tightly entangled by Meng Huali, leaving him no time to spare. The auras of several top masters surged around him, and the battle situation was not optimistic.

"About this, I have nothing to tell you. You can go with peace of mind." As the words fell, Yao Shixian's majestic sword energy burst out from his body, and rows of green tiles of the houses behind him were lifted up, along with several rows of green bamboos, and blasted towards Xuantian Sect and others with the force of thunder.