Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 547 - 546 The Killing Aura in the Sword, She Can’t C

It turned out to be the brother of Yan Batian.

Ye Qingying’s fingers, gripping the hilt of her sword, clenched even tighter.

Xiaoyao’s hand, however, had acquired a long sword at so unknown ti.

The tip of the sword tapped lightly on the roof of the carriage.

Ye Qingying knew she was reminding herself not to act rashly.

But these assassins before her were not sothing she could handle—she had only learned his swordplay for a few days!

Xiaoyao tapped again, this ti more seriously.

Ye Qingying felt sowhat helpless.

As Xiaoyao suddenly leaped up, he swung his long sword in his hand.

The curtain of the carriage window was lifted at a corner, and before anyone could see the person inside, they were t with a piercingly cold aura.

A long sword flew out of the carriage window.

Xiaoyao’s eyes brightened, and with a flip mid-air, the long sword landed steadily in her hands.

The master’s sword!

Dahuzi saw this and his face imdiately darkened as he bellowed angrily, "Kill them!"

With a wave of his hand, more than thirty n in black leaped forward, brandishing their sabers and long swords at Xiaoyao.

Ye Qingying, looking through the curtain of the carriage window, watched that petite figure.

At first, her palms were clenched tightly, perhaps due to so uneasiness, as a surge of blood boiled within her chest.

However, soon, the furrow of her brows eased.

He had underestimated Xiaoyao’s abilities.

He truly had not expected that a girl who had learned the sword for less than half a month would already have such a familiar grasp of his swordplay.

She could even incorporate her own understanding into the moves.

What were previously unfamiliar techniques suddenly beca enigmatic.

Indeed, they were completely unpredictable.

The thirty-odd n in black were quickly wounded by the majority.

Dahuzi, furious, swung his saber and sprang up from his horseback, pouncing fiercely.

Xiaoyao still t him with her sword raised.

Ye Qingying’s gaze darkened—Xiaoyao might not be able to handle Dahuzi’s martial prowess.

"Be careful!" Just as he was about to erge from the carriage,

he saw Xiaoyao’s wrist twist suddenly and heard several sharp whistles—light yet piercing to the ear.

But if one’s skill wasn’t profound enough, they would not have a chance to hear it clearly.

Dahuzi twirled in mid-air, narrowly evading.

It was several silver needles!

In the blink of an eye, the girl’s long sword was already at his face.

Dahuzi roared, and a slash ca hurtling down.

He thought the wretched girl would surely dodge it, so that he wouldn’t need to avoid her Sword Qi.

Unexpectedly, the girl didn’t move to dodge at all.

The Sword Qi struck instantly.

Dahuzi gasped in fright, breathing halted, and he imdiately retracted his strike for defense.

However, the reversal of the blade’s montum inadvertently injured himself.

And the girl’s Sword Qi was unavoidable!

With a hiss, the Sword Qi hit him squarely in the chest.

Dahuzi’s eyes bulged, blood spilled from his mouth, and he fell stiffly.

Dead without closing his eyes.

Seeing their leader killed with a single strike, the remaining n in black dared not linger for the fight; they fled in the blink of an eye.

Xiaoyao stood in front of Dahuzi’s corpse, staring at the long sword in her hands, sowhat dazed.

Even when Ye Qingying landed beside her, she did not snap back to reality.

"You’re injured!" Ye Qingying’s voice was thick with rage. "Who told you to strike like that!"

To wound the enemy at the cost of her own safety!

This kind of tactic, injure the enemy a thousand and self-harm five hundred, with one misstep, could cost one their life!

This girl, she was too disobedient!

"Master, I..." Xiaoyao looked at him, still sowhat unable to grasp reality.

Just now, she didn’t know what happened—she just felt that holding her master’s sword, there was a heavy aura of killing intent.

She couldn’t control it, not even herself.

She wasn’t soone who would disregard her own safety just to harm an enemy; she was the most afraid of getting hurt!

But truly, she didn’t know why—holding her master’s sword, her moves beca sowhat uncontrollable!