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"That's right, it's this girl!"

Miss Duan snorted, glanced at the nine hopeful people in the ruins, and sneered: "Xu Fengchao, haven't you asked about my origins? This Hai'an City is my hometown!"

"Although I have severed all ties with Duan Jiaen, do you dare to bully my father and fellow villagers?"

Speaking of this, Miss Duan's beautiful eyes bloomed with a cold light: "You are looking for death!"

Before she finished speaking, Miss Duan waved her palm, and the golden bracelet flew out immediately, turning into a stream of light and hitting Xu Fengchao's head.

Xu Fengchao pushed away the young swordsman beside him, circulated his true energy, and aimed his sword towards the golden stream of light.

In an instant, the phantom of the Styx emerged, like a surging black river, touching the golden stream... not even a little bit!

The golden stream of light passed by the shadow of the Styx.

The former passed between Xu Fengchao and the young swordsman in a dangerous way and collapsed a private house.

The latter even forcibly diverted the flow in mid-air, hitting both sides of Miss Duan's body with a loud bang.

After one move, the two of them looked confused.

Miss Duan waved her hand to call Jin Huan back, glared at Jin Huan and said, "Are you okay?"

Jinhuan trembled slightly, as if he was telling Miss Duan his grievances.

Xu Fengchao, who was opposite him, also had a look of astonishment on his face, as if he didn't expect that Miss Duan's golden ring had also been lost.

Suddenly, he came to his senses, his body was full of breath again, and he laughed loudly: "So that's it, that's it!"

"I understand, the problem is not with me, but with this damn Hai'an City!"

"Here, no one is allowed to hurt anyone else. That's the case for me and the same for you!"

At this point, Xu Fengchao sheathed his long sword, glanced at the still astonished Miss Duan and sneered: "In this case, there is no point in fighting between you and me. Just wait, and when I recover from my injury, you and I Let’s go out of the city and fight again!”

After the words fell, Xu Fengchao actually sat cross-legged on the spot and started practicing like no one else.

Miss Duan's face was full of surprise. She couldn't help but look at Xu Fengchao and asked again: "Are you not sick?"

Xu Fengchao just sneered, seemingly not caring about Miss Duan's threat at all.

Miss Duan glanced at him suspiciously and asked tentatively: "Then I won't be polite?"

Xu Fengchao rolled his eyes, and then he closed his eyes, and the dim light of the Styx Sword Technique bloomed all over his body.

At this time, many nearby residents had been attracted by the noise and gathered around the street not far behind Miss Duan, looking at the scene in front of them and pointing and whispering in low voices.

Among the crowd, Du Qian was covered with black cloth and looked at the middle-aged swordsman sitting cross-legged in surprise.

He has already recognized the face of the other party. Isn't it the kind person who gave him two lottery opportunities?

This guy is actually from the Styx Sword Sect?

Thinking of the name of the Styx Sword Art on the iron book page, Du Qian immediately realized that the other party should be a fellow disciple of the dead ghost swordsman. The convoy that caught up with the theater troupe must have come from an evil person.

Fortunately, he responded appropriately and scared the other party away, so the troupe was not in trouble.

Now, the opponent seems to have been tricked by his golden magical power [avoid the real and use the weak]. Now he is sitting cross-legged and adjusting his breath, sure that the attack will fall on the weak. This is a great opportunity to eliminate the disaster!

Thinking of this, Du Qian immediately cleared his throat and said in a deliberately rough voice: "I don't care whether you are the Styx Sword Sect or the Urinary River Sword Sect. If you dare to touch anyone in Hai'an City, I, Ruan Shizhong, will be the first to refuse!"

"……What?"

Among the crowd, theater boy Ruan Shizhong looked confused, as if he didn't expect to hear his name here.

It must be Brother Qian!

Ruan Shizhong's eyes widened and he quickly turned his head, trying to catch Du Qian's figure.

But at this time, the surrounding neighbors and fellow villagers had already begun to get excited and shouted.

"Yes, I won't agree, I won't agree!"

"No, no, no!"

Du Qian changed his position and said again in a slightly sharper voice: "Miss Duan, beat him to death, beat him to death!"

Everyone began to follow blindly, shouting in fanatical voices: "Beat him to death! Beat him to death!"

After hearing the words of many fellow villagers, Miss Duan looked helpless.

She also wanted to kill these people from the Styx Sword Sect, but at the moment, Hai'an City didn't know what evil had hit them, and no matter how powerful the masters were, they couldn't really hurt other people.

If nothing else, just look at the crowd of people pushing and shoving behind you.

All the residents who raised their arms and shouted, their bodies were shaking unconsciously, like super aunts who have been dancing in the square for thirty years, constantly micro-manipulating their bodies to avoid the crowding of other people.

But there was no way, the crowd was excited.

Miss Duan knew that if she did not cater to public opinion, she might suffer backlash.

After thinking for a moment, she clasped her hands together, clamped the golden flying ring in her palms, and then pulled it horizontally.

"Crash-"

The golden flying ring instantly split into dozens of identical flying rings, floating in front of Miss Duan.

Seeing this scene, the crowd behind them suddenly froze, and then let out an uproar of exclamations and exclamations.

Du Qian looked ahead with relish, thinking that this was much more exciting than the troupe's fake tricks!

Miss Duan made a quick gesture with her hands, then pointed forward suddenly and shouted: "Wuding Feihuan, go!"

"咻咻咻——"

In an instant, dozens of golden flying rings turned into golden streams of light, shooting towards the middle-aged swordsman sitting cross-legged from all directions.

Seeing the golden stream of light covering the middle-aged swordsman's body from all directions, the flying ring wrapped in golden light suddenly trembled, then spun in mid-air, and collided with each other inexplicably.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

A series of crisp sounds sounded.

Dozens of golden flying rings fell to the ground one after another, embedded in the ground beside the middle-aged swordsman, but none of them could get close to him.

Seeing this scene, Miss Duan's eyes became more solemn.

"……it's useless!"

The middle-aged swordsman opened his eyes and looked at Miss Duan with a sneer on his face.

Du Qian stood in the crowd and looked at the middle-aged swordsman who opened his eyes with disdain.

"I knew it!"

This guy seems to have relaxed his guard, but in fact he is still worried, so he will definitely pay attention to the outside world.

Once the effect of that magical power [avoiding the real and turning to the imaginary] disappears, he will take action himself and knock away Miss Duan's golden ring.

Du Qian had lived in the world of the Three Kingdoms in his previous life, so how could he fall for such a low-level trick?

Even if it is a night attack on the military camp, it must be feigned more than twice before it can actually be attacked at night, right?

Thinking of this, Du Qian changed his position and shouted again: "Miss Duan, one more, one more!"

Everyone recovered from their shock and shouted after him: "One more! One more!"

……Again?

How about watching a magic trick?

Don’t you guys have eyes?

You can't see that my mother's flying ring can't hurt him at all?

Miss Duan was angry, but she couldn't lose her temper when facing the folks in Hai'an City.

In desperation, Miss Duan waved her hand to recall the golden flying rings, and clapped her delicate hands to combine dozens of flying rings into one.

It doesn't matter, regardless of whether he can hit it or not, just think of it as giving the fellow villagers some fun...

Miss Duan thought this while throwing the golden flying ring at the middle-aged swordsman.

"call out--"

The golden flying ring turned into a stream of light and shot towards the middle-aged swordsman's chest.

The middle-aged swordsman was not moved at all. He was relieved, so he closed his eyes and began to exercise all his strength to recover from his injuries.

At this moment, Du Qian in the crowd chuckled and quietly turned off his magical power.

"Pfft——"

In an instant, the golden stream of light easily penetrated the undefended chest of the middle-aged swordsman, and flew out from the back of his heart with a large amount of blood.

Severe pain struck, and the middle-aged swordsman opened his eyes suddenly, opened his mouth and spurted blood, looking at the blood hole in his chest with disbelief.

At this time, his heart had been completely shattered, and the meridians in his body were blocked due to the full force of his power, and countless cracks were created by the true energy.

"Puff puff--"

A stream of blood spurted out from various acupuncture points all over his body.

The middle-aged swordsman sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes widened, and he slowly raised his head, looking at Miss Duan in front of him with disbelief.

A majestic master of swordsmanship and a famous master of magic, he died unwillingly in front of everyone!

Miss Duan opened her red lips slightly and looked at the corpse of the middle-aged swordsman with a dull expression, as if she did not expect that the other party died in such a funny way.

The surrounding crowd was silent for a moment, and then cheers sounded like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

Everyone was chanting Miss Duan's name and regarded her as a hero.

Only Du Qian stood behind the crowd, looking with pity on the martial arts master who was killed by the system's magical power.

"If you can die in the hands of the golden magical power, you have deserved your death. Go in peace!"

"Duan Xiaoxiao!"

At this moment, a sharp shout suddenly came from the side.

Miss Duan came back to her senses and looked around with a frown. She saw that the two young swordsmen had quietly come to the nine bound people, each holding a sharp sword and placing it on the neck of one of them.

Seeing this scene, Miss Duan and everyone onlookers were shocked.

The young swordsman sneered and said: "Duan Xiaoxiao, doesn't he claim that he cares about his father and fellow villagers? Then let us go, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, the young swordsman suddenly turned red, and flames burst out from the acupoints all over his body, and he spontaneously ignited for some unknown reason.

The same was true for the other person. The two instantly turned into two burning men, threw away the sharp sword in their hands, and screamed miserably.

Seeing this situation, Miss Duan was startled at first, and then realized that there was a warlock in the crowd secretly helping.

She recalled the golden flying ring without hesitation, and with a wave of her delicate hand, the golden flying ring split into dozens of pieces and turned into golden streams of light that shot out, instantly beating the two people into pieces.

After killing two people, the crowd burst into cheers that were not inferior to those just before.

Residents who had lost people at home rushed into the ruins and searched for their family members.

Miss Duan recalled the golden flying ring, frowned slightly, and looked at the crowded crowd behind her.

At the very back of the crowd, a young man in a white shirt quietly turned around and walked towards the inn where he came from, while he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"It's so useful!"

"This system has magical powers!"