Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart Chapter 211: Battle in the Empty Alley (Part 3)

"Not good! It’s mbers of the Heavenly Killer Sect!"

Watching the black-clothed figures appear, each holding a scimitar, Xuan Ming couldn’t help but exclaim.

Le Zhao shouted, "Yunfei, mbers of the Heavenly Killer Sect have arrived. Break their Feihua Formation soon!"

"Little girl, you really made us search hard for you!"

As Shen Qinglan was contemplating whether to help Duan Yunfei, she heard a hoarse voice echoing in the empty alley.

"Need so help?" Shen Qinglan shouted towards the sky.

"No need!" Duan Yunfei responded, "I’ll take revenge for the injury they caused my father. You deal with those pesky brats first, I’ll join you shortly."

Hua Ji sneered, "Thinking of breaking our Feihua Formation, you’re simply dreaming!"

Even Duan Nian couldn’t break the Feihua Formation, so she didn’t believe a young boy like Duan Yunfei could.

Before Duan Yunfei could respond, Shen Qinglan had already started fighting.

"Little girl, let show you today what happens when you offend the Heavenly Killer Sect!"

The old man’s scimitar suddenly appeared, swiftly flying towards Shen Qinglan.

Shen Qinglan’s lips curved slightly, the muzzle of her gun aid directly at the old man, and with a "bang," a red dot appeared on his brow.

His body fell from the air, his eyes wide open, but life had already left him.

Then, several "bang bang bang" sounds resonated, and several shadows fell.

All around fell silent, and over there, Duan Yunfei, who had just knocked back the Moon God and Hua Ji, and intercepted countless secret weapons, was staring this way in amazent.

"What is that thing in your hand?" The remaining assassins from the Heavenly Killer Sect looked at the black object in her hand in terror.

Shen Qinglan blew on the smoking gun muzzle, speaking in a haunting voice, "Naturally, it’s sothing to send you to et King Yan."

She aid the gun at the speaking black-clothed man, pulling the trigger without hesitation. With a "click," the black-clothed man remained unhard.

"Hmm?" Shen Qinglan tilted her head thoughtfully and suddenly sighed, "Didn’t bring enough bullets today. What a pity."

Everyone: ...

The black-clothed man’s legs were trembling, and he almost fell off the wall.

Seeing that the "thing" could no longer kill, the remaining black-clothed n rushed forward desperately.

Shen Qinglan put away the gun, and as she passed by Le Zhao, she deftly took the sword from his hand.

Le Zhao felt only a gust of wind pass by him, and the sword in his hand was gone.

Amid the clashing sounds, the conclusion ca quickly.

Everyone was speechless, looking at the shadow lying beneath her.

The Thirteen Shadow Guards, defeated by Duan Yunfei, were also dumbfounded.

These were not re children; they were demons!

Shen Qinglan returned the still-bloodied sword to Le Zhao, looking at the Thirteen Shadow Guards, "Taking so floral nas, yet you’re so fragile."

Thirteen Shadow Guards: ...

The Thirteen Shadow Guards, who could even defeat the Sword Immortal, not only being beaten by a teenager but now mocked by an unknown girl—should word of this spread, what about their reputation?

At that mont, a cold light flashed.

Feihong Sword flew from Duan Yunfei’s hands, with blood splattering, and all eleven Shadow Guards, except Moon God and Hua Ji, were annihilated.

The two were frightened, retreating rapidly and then jumping over the wall to escape.

Shen Qinglan frowned, "You’re not going to kill them?"

"They are already severely injured." Duan Yunfei sheathed the Feihong Sword, "Eleven of the Thirteen Shadow Guards are gone; the remaining two are not to be feared."

"What if they train again?"

Duan Yunfei looked at her and said, "No problem. For every batch they train, I’ll annihilate them just as many tis."

Le Zhao and the others silently looked at the two.

Immortals, oh no! Talking maniacs—it’s best for us ordinary people to stay away!