He Lan Tianxia

Murong Junlan dared not delay and leaped into the pine forest.

Yan'er reached the edge of a cliff, where a woman carrying two snow swords caught up with her. The woman's face was expressionless, but her eyes flashed with murderous intent. The woman snorted and uttered a few words through gritted teeth:

"go to hell."

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Yan'er felt a jolt of fear. Her hand involuntarily reached for the thin rope around her waist, a little rusty. She had to admit that being pampered by others for so long would make her skills stagnate, and she felt a pang of regret. But there was no turning back now, so she had no choice but to strike first and use the rope.

"Look at this." A move called Silver Circle Dream Shadow was swung over.

"Clang." The twin snow swords struck simultaneously, causing a strong tremor. Yan'er felt a numbness in her hand. Along the way, Murong Junlan had been by her side most of the time, so she rarely had the opportunity to fight. The skills she had learned from Murong Junlan hadn't gone to waste, but they had been idle for a long time. Indeed, being in Yijing was a disaster, especially in this bloody and dangerous martial world.

"Bang!" The Twin Snow Swords charged again.

My goodness, that was close! Yan'er dared not be distracted. She awkwardly wielded her thin rope to meet the attack, but the overwhelming force was truly exhausting for her. At this moment, she regretted her previous willful behavior of being pampered.

"Prince Murong, why haven't you arrived yet? I can't hold on much longer." The woman also noticed Yan'er's predicament, her eyes gleaming with smugness.

*Hiss.* Yan'er's right side of her clothes was torn by the sword. Her heart skipped a beat, and her hands scrambled to free her. Escape. Of the thirty-six stratagems, escape is the best. If I can't win, can't I just run away? The thought flashed through her mind, and Yan'er turned and fled.

"Trying to escape? Today I'll make you die here. Humph!" The woman viciously brandished her twin snow swords, surrounding Yan'er as if seeking revenge, preventing her from retreating.

"Your Highness!" In desperation, Yan'er finally came up with another plan. Sure enough, the woman paused for a moment, but realizing she had been tricked, she quickly attacked again. Yan'er was truly overwhelmed; her mind went blank, and her hands were increasingly under pressure. The woman became even more unrestrained, her twin snow swords striking with deadly precision. Yan'er felt a strong sense of suffocation; she had a feeling that her life was about to end there.

It must be admitted that people can always have unexpected bursts of power in a critical moment. Just as one of the twin snow swords fell, Yan'er rolled over and somehow the thin rope was thrown out, which happened to block the tip of the other sword. The sword tip was just weakened at this moment, and with the help of the thin rope, the sword blade turned and the tip of the sword was sharply aimed at the woman's vital point. The woman gasped and gasped, but fortunately she was agile and dodged to the side and pounced on Yan'er.

Yan'er was shocked. The woman lunged at her; how could she possibly defend herself? Her hand instinctively yanked and flung, but the thin rope's tail wrapped around the hilt of the sword that was about to hit the ground. The hilt was pulled back, and suddenly it rebounded, piercing straight for the woman's heart.

The woman was astonished. What was going on? Wasn't she just unable to even catch a chicken? How did she suddenly gain control of her twin snow swords?

One second, absolutely one second. If she didn't dodge, her own sword would pierce her chest. Most incredibly, the broken rope she'd swung had caused the swords to thrust at her from both ends. Her only option was to dodge to the right and then retract her twin snow swords, but ahead lay a cliff, a bottomless abyss; one wrong step and she'd fall… At that moment, a ruthless glint flashed in the woman's eyes. Just an arm's length from the swords, she suddenly opened her hands and grabbed at them. She was gambling, she was gambling, gambling on Yan'er's momentary compassion. She couldn't understand why such an absurd thought had suddenly popped into her head. She was clearly there to kill her, yet she was gambling on the other's sympathy?

Clang! She'd won her gamble. Pulled taut by the thin rope, the tips of the two swords switched places, and they were thrown towards the cliff. This was the most despicable and humiliating thing she'd ever done with a sword; her eyes gleamed with malice. She flung the Twin Snow Swords with a recoiling force, then lunged at Yan'er on the ground. Today, she would tear this woman to pieces.

Yan'er paused on the ground. She thought she'd let her go earlier, and instead of thanking her, she was biting like a vicious dog. This venomous woman! Oh dear, a mad dog can't be dealt with like a dog. She pulled out a thin rope, intending to entangle this crazed woman.

With a tug, the sword clashed. Another tug, but it wouldn't budge. Before she could even understand what was happening, she saw that the woman was actually holding the other end of the thin rope. Their eyes met; the woman exuded a deep-seated malice, and in that instant, Yan'er sensed a familiar feeling in that malevolent gaze.

"Go to hell!" The woman raised her thin rope with her right hand and pushed forward with her left palm, causing Yan'er's body to bounce up. In terror, Yan'er grabbed a large rock beside her, but before she could regain her balance, the woman kicked at her again, forcing Yan'er to let go of one hand.

Crack. The stone, unable to bear the weight, began to move. Just as Yan'er was about to tumble off the cliff, she suddenly saw a god-like figure rushing towards her.

"Your Highness, save me!" Yan'er cried out for help.

The woman listened intently and realized someone was indeed coming; she needed to avoid them. She turned and kicked Yan'er's other hand, which was holding the large rock.

*Pfft.* Murong Junlan's palm strike arrived before he did.

The woman staggered after being struck. She turned to look at Murong Junlan, her eyes blazing with fury, a fleeting hint of resentment in them. Just as she was about to speak, a metallic taste rose from her throat, followed by a trickle of crimson blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

In an instant, Murong Junlan was upon her. At that moment, Yan'er was thrown up and rolled down by the stone she was holding. In a flash, Murong Junlan caught Yan'er's hand, and the moment he touched and held it firmly, Murong Junlan's heart stopped for a moment.

"My beloved concubine." With a slight effort, he pulled her back halfway. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

That sound was like the warm winter sun, instantly reviving a soul that had been half-lost. Something trembled in Yan'er's eyes.

This prick, like a needle in an ice cave, pierced another lonely soul, sending madness soaring in an instant.

Just as Yan'er was embraced in a warm embrace, the woman beside her suddenly threw the Twin Snow Swords in her hand off the cliff, then grabbed the thin rope she had just put down and angrily leaped off.

Ah. Yan'er slipped from Murong Junlan's grasp and plummeted to the ground.

Murong Junlan reacted swiftly, grabbing Yan'er's foot. However, due to the woman's powerful downward thrust, Murong Junlan was also pulled halfway down. Fortunately, he managed to hook his feet onto a nearby vine, managing to stay upright. In an instant, Murong Junlan threw out a thin rope, which entangled with a nearby tree. That was close!

"This woman, is she crazy?" Murong Junlan felt a surge of anger. Murong Junlan, who was usually very sparing with his words, couldn't help but shout at the woman below the cliff, "If you want to die, go ahead and do it yourself. Don't drag me and my queen into this."

Yeah. What's the deal with jumping off a cliff yourself?

"I want you all to be buried with me, ha...!" A woman's shrill, maniacal laughter echoed from below the cliff.

"Your Highness, save me!" Yan'er was being pulled up and down, and felt like she was about to be torn apart by five horses at any moment.

"My beloved concubine, don't be afraid." Murong Junlan exerted force with his right hand, lifting the two people below into the air.

Without a doubt, Murong Junlan was capable of rescuing her Yan'er from the cliff with her bare hands. The woman's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, ached once more. She couldn't let Murong Junlan rescue this woman, even if it meant mutual destruction. A sinister smile appeared beneath the woman's fake face; she decided to end this entanglement swiftly and decisively.

"Twin Snow Swords!" The woman's sharp voice pierced through the thick clouds like lightning, reaching the rocks below the cliff.

"Whoosh." The two discarded Snow Swords suddenly flew up, and with a slash from the woman, the two swords rushed straight at Yan'er.

"Flying through the air?" Murong Junlan knew this move, but had never encountered it before. How could this woman know about this peerless martial art? A hint of wariness flashed in Murong Junlan's eyes.

Was she trying to kill herself? Or was she trying to see through the fog? Murong Junlan finally realized the danger. He grabbed Yan'er's hand and tried to pull her up quickly, but it was too late. The twin snow swords, flying through the air, had already slashed down...

Let go? Yan'er will fall; don't let go, and she'll break her own arm. This woman is vicious.