He Lan Tianxia

After fighting for a while, the abbot turned and fled into the dense forest. Murong Junlan was about to give chase when he discovered that Yan'er was gone. In the blink of an eye, who was so powerful? How could a living person be killed right before his eyes?

"Yan'er, Yan'er, my beloved concubine, my beloved concubine..." Murong Junlan cried out in panic, but there was no response.

With a "whoosh," a hidden dart flew past, grazing Murong Junlan's ear in his distraction—a close call. Murong Junlan deduced that this feint was an attempt to mislead him. However, as he turned, a cloud of powder hit him in the face. He quickly held his breath, and in a flash, a strange gust of wind came from his right, carrying a pungent odor. Cough, cough. Murong Junlan covered his nose, but before he could exhale, he heard the sound of a sharp weapon hidden in the strange wind. He had no choice but to somersault in mid-air, deciding to retreat first.

Clang. The thin rope clashed with the hidden weapon in the wind, its attack power being extremely strong.

Twin Snow Swords? The woman turned back again. Murong Junlan clearly felt the icy chill carried on the wind.

Who exactly is this woman? From the exchange just now, Murong Junlan sensed that this woman was targeting both him and Yan'er. Who could be their common enemy, with whom they share a deep-seated hatred?

He couldn't guess. He didn't have time to think it through; the Twin Snow Swords, drawn by two bolts of lightning, slashed fiercely at him, each strike potentially fatal. Since entering the martial world, he seemed to have offended no one except Black Tyrant, so he shouted loudly in response.

"Young lady, we are complete strangers, why are you treating me with such malice?"

This question only made things worse. The moment the question was asked, the other party wielded the double snow swords with even greater ferocity, each strike ruthless, as if intending to tear Murong Junlan to pieces. Relying on the help of others, the abbot seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, wielding his staff with incredible power.

Murong Junlan wasn't incapable of defeating the two, but his anxiety about finding Yan'er prevented him from focusing on anything else, causing his fighting style to become somewhat chaotic. He didn't want a prolonged battle, but his opponents could see his anxiety. What was infuriating was that the two didn't directly confront his attacks, but instead took turns harassing him, preventing him from being able to spare any attention.

"Yan'er, Yan'er, my beloved concubine, my beloved concubine..." Murong Junlan shouted again, but there was still no response.

The abbot said smugly, "Prince Murong, if you wish to see your beloved concubine, come with me. Otherwise, you'll never see her again. Ha..."

"You're courting death." Murong Junlan finally calmed down. He swung the thin rope in his hand into a snake shadow, first extinguishing the aura of the Twin Snow Swords with two clangs, then using the Silver Ring Illusion to freeze the Zen staff in place.

The abbot gasped. The two who had clearly gained the upper hand were suddenly crushed. This man's strength was no ordinary existence.

The woman was also furious, and with all her might, she pulled and flung the ribbon in her hand, causing the two snow swords to spring up from the ground and head straight for Murong Junlan's face.

This move was brilliant, and Murong Junlan couldn't help but exclaim, "What excellent swordsmanship!"

Murong Junlan leaned back, then with a move called "Rising Sun," he spread his wings like a giant roc, broke through the Qinling Mountains, swept away the fallen leaves, turned 360 degrees, boarded a small boat, crossed the river on a single reed, and landed gracefully on his feet, looking quite carefree.

*Crack.* The abbot's staff was immobilized once more, while the two snow-white swords in the woman's hand were flung away with a whoosh.

"Where is my queen?" Murong Junlan stood proudly on the ground, his eyes flashing with a sharp, sword-like glint.