Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

Yan Shanting instantly flashed in front of Ruan Chuyin, raised his sword to his dantian, and split the mountain apart. A huge curtain of water rose from the surface, blocking out countless green tiles and sharp green bamboos.

Yao Shixian was slightly stunned and said in disbelief, "He's quite capable!"

"Mr. Yao, I'm here to help you!" Feng Huaiyuan laughed loudly and lashed out at the disciples of Xuantian Sect with several whips. Each whip carried an unstoppable force and exploded huge water vortexes.

Seeing the situation, Yao Shixian followed suit and attacked with two consecutive palm strikes. The twenty-two ghost faces blocked every "way of survival" and did not give them any chance to escape.

Under this earth-shaking force, nineteen Xuantian Sect disciples fell into the water and were sucked into the whirlpool. Only Yan Shanting held on tightly to Chi Youliang and the beautiful woman in his arms.

A strong salty taste rushed up his throat. He swallowed it in one gulp and used 90% of his strength to return the attack with a sword.

A fierce wind raged all around, and rows of green bamboos rose from the ground, suspended in the air. Huge bubbles of water rose randomly from the bottom of the pond, lifting up the nineteen disciples who had fallen in.

The "sharp sword" in the air scattered in all directions, and fifteen of the twenty-two ghost faces were blown out of the sky by this magnificent force.

Feng Huaiyuan retreated ten feet before he could gain his footing, while Yao Shixian only retreated three feet before he could gain his footing, allowing Yan Shanting to understand their strength.

As long as these two guys are lured away, the remaining ghost faces will not be a problem.

After quickly weighing the situation, he picked up Ruan Chuyin and quickly fled towards the woods in the east.

Xuantian Sect's Zongyunbu is the best in the world. His lightning-fast speed successfully attracted the attention of the two elders, who turned around and disappeared into the void to catch up.

It suddenly started to rain lightly.

The mountains and fields were dark, with the howling of wolves and tigers, and were full of unknown dangers.

The creepy atmosphere reminded Ruan Chuyin of the group of man-eating monsters at Shougou Mountain, and her whole body stiffened instantly.

Yan Shanting couldn't speed up with her in his arms, and after running for half an incense stick, his strength began to wear thin. Behind him, two masters were chasing him relentlessly, and both sides kept a certain distance, neither able to shake off the other.

If you continue like this, you will be caught up sooner or later.

Yan Shanting looked at the beautiful woman in his arms with a serious expression, and then he increased his speed to the limit and put her down at a fork in the mountain.

"You run along this path, and I'll hold them back."

"What about you?" Ruan Chuyin said in a trembling voice, pinching the corner of his clothes tightly.

"I'll come find you once I get rid of them. Remember, don't look back!" Yan Shanting looked at her with a moved expression and cruelly pulled her little hand down.

Ruan Chuyin saw a hint of determination in his eyes, and a dead look appeared in her beautiful eyes. She choked and said, "This matter has nothing to do with the Xuantian Sect. You don't need to risk your lives for me. Go away. They want to kill me, not you."

"You are saying this now, so everything we have done is completely meaningless. Those two are not strong enough to take my life. Let's go!" Time was running out, Yan Shanting raised a gentle palm towards her and sent her to the third fork on the right.

Only ten breaths later, two strong men caught up.

"It's quite fast." Yan Shanting snorted coldly, and the flowing sword in his hand shook violently, emitting a cold white edge.

A burst of laughter rose in the air.

"No match for you, my friend." There was admiration in Yao Shixian's eyes, but the blood-flame sword in his hand ignited murderous intent without any hesitation.

"You two seniors are truly skilled! I wonder what sects they belong to?" Yan Shanting's eyes were fixed on the crimson sword. The murderous aura emanating from its tip had taken countless lives.

"Oh? You want to know?" Yao Shixian laughed again when he heard that.

"Boy, it's not difficult for you to know our origins. Just stay alive." Feng Huaiyuan laughed, and the whip in his hand could no longer be restrained, and the pointed iron ball was raised high.

Yan Shanting's eyes flashed, and he stopped talking nonsense, swinging his sword like a drizzle.

Without any restraints on his body, his aura was greatly enhanced, and the strength of the leader of the world's number one sect was released from his body without reservation.

Dozens of towering trees were uprooted and fell towards the two of them.

In an instant, huge rocks flew, swords shone, and all things fell flat on their faces.

What a powerful internal force! Feng Huaiyuan was so shocked that he flew backwards dozens of feet, knocking down a row of large trees. When he stood up again, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Yao Shixian repeatedly swung his sword and fell back. Although he was not injured, he could not hide his embarrassment. He asked seriously, "May I know your name, young friend?"

"I'll tell you when I win," Yan Shanting said calmly, his breath steady. He gripped the sword tightly, always on high alert.

The whip-wielding ghost-faced figure wasn't a threat, but this ghost-faced old man was different. His strength was truly astonishing, and escaping quickly was impossible. A flash of worry flashed in his eyes. He wondered what Miss Ruan's current situation was like.