Chapter 69 My Senior Brother Is a Scoundrel!

of the Eye Type!The martial cultivator had already attained nirvana, transforming into a white bone skeleton over countless years. However, their martial spirit remained undissolved, indicating that..."Ah~~"

Seeing Lin Miaoyi's sword thrust towards him, Yin Hao, whose body was drained by wine and lust, was taken aback. But he was still a master at the peak of the sixth level, and instinctively retreated.

The tip of the sword was mere inches from his brow, yet it felt as distant as heaven and earth to Lin Miaoying.

She was ashamed, but she could never quite pierce Yin Hao's defenses, leaving her feeling frustrated and desperate.

Lin Miaoyou's personality was just like that, knowing full well that she would die today, she also wanted to kill this beast before she died.

"You, beast! You have harmed countless women, you deserve to die!" Let me know if you'd like anything else translated!

Lin Miaoyin fully activated her martial arts, the white light at the tip of her sword shining brightly. Yin Hao was terrified and instinctively threw the glass in his hand. The pink wine splashed onto Lin Miaoyin's face.

Suddenly, Lin Miao's head buzzed, and her entire body's Yuan Qi felt a slight stagnation.

This wine is poisonous!

Lin Miaoyi's heart was pounding with fear. Seeing Yin Hao pull away from her, she hurriedly turned and flew towards the light curtain behind her.

As she glided through the air, a wave of dizziness swept over her vision. Just as she was about to reach the blue energy shield, less than half a meter away, a powerful chill emanated from behind her.

A figure flashed like lightning, its speed so fast that it covered five zhang in an instant and arrived behind Lin Miaoyi. A large hand, radiating with cold air, reached out towards the girl's nape.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. From Lin Miaoyin's assassination of Yin Hao to this moment when a cold hand grasped her, it was no more than two breaths.

Before his palm could reach Lin Miao Yi, frost began to rise from her entire body. The sword in her slender hand suddenly shifted, striking at her white jade-like long neck with a swift and urgent blow.

'Om'

An invisible, strange ripple descended, striking the sword thrust toward the neck. It inexplicably slowed down, becoming slower and slower, so slow that it seemed like an eternity stretched between them, a desperate yearning forever unable to reach its end.

"No~~~~!" Lin Miaoyin cried out in her heart, not knowing what had happened. What kind of martial power was this

Yin Hao roared angrily from afar, "Duan Feng, bring me the live one!"

Yin Hao was furious to the extreme. He wanted to make the girl live and die in front of everyone, and after he was done, he would let others take turns with her!

Duan Feng stood behind Lin Miao Yi, his brow furrowed tightly. He found that his hand, which he had grabbed her with, had become incredibly slow.

Why is that

Duan Feng felt a strange sensation in his heart. The surrounding emptiness seemed to become extremely viscous, making him feel like he was stuck in a mire for thousands of years, unable to even let his hand fall.

At this moment, a strange scene.

Everyone could see that Lin Miaoyi was floating in mid-air, extremely close to the blue light curtain, yet she was unable to touch it. Meanwhile, Duan Feng's palm moved with agonizing slowness towards her.

"Duan Feng is truly Haosheng's top lackey, isn't he"

"That's right, the ninth level of the Secret Realm isn't something to joke about."

The young ladies of the noble families burst into laughter, thinking that Duan Feng had displayed some kind of martial art.

Duan Feng's face was slightly sinister, he poured all his energy into martial arts, and a cracking sound rang out from the void. His palm gradually descended, only half a foot away from Lin Miao Yi's back of her head.

At this very moment, a young man in blue beside Yin Hao's face changed drastically: "No! There is a force seeping into my martial soul technique!"

The young man in blue is named Lan Bo, he's also Yin Hao's lackey, and his cultivation level is at the eighth level of the Secret Realm.

This enormous concealed Soul Skill was being wielded by Lan Bo, and once activated, it not only possessed formidable defensive capabilities but also completely concealed everything within its range. Both those inside and outside would be shrouded from sight.

Relying on this Soul Skill, Lan Bo had helped Yin Hao commit many wrongs and injustices, earning Yin Hao's trust and favor.

"How is that possible! Someone discovered my Soul Skill!"

Bluebo was muttering to himself, but suddenly his expression changed drastically. He shouted a warning: "Duan Feng, be careful!"

Duan Feng had already realized it was wrong, and a chill aura shield rose around his body.

'Click!'

At this moment, under Lin Miao Yi's puzzled gaze, the blue light screen before her flickered wildly, and a pair of hands pierced into it from outside.

‘Click, click~’

Two hands flipped, clawing at the light curtain and pushing outward with force. Gradually, a large gash tore open in the blue light curtain.

"Ding ding clang clang, are you guys blacksmithing" A cold young voice drifted in, and when Lin Miaoyi heard it, she felt a sense of familiarity.

Then, to Zhou Yu and Yin Hao's astonishment, a foot kicked in from the crack, striking Duan Feng's protective layer of cold air and shattering it. The foot landed directly on Duan Feng's face.

'Bang.'

Duan Feng, the entire person, was kicked and flew backwards, crashing into the blue light barrier opposite him.

Then the master of the feet, taking advantage of the situation, stepped into the light from the opening in the crack.

He was a boy dressed in white, with jet-black hair flowing gently in the wind. His aura was extraordinary, and his eyes held the image of a beautiful martial spirit. He scanned the crowd with a cold gaze.

If it's not Wang Xuan, then who could it be

"Black Wind senior brother." Lin Miaoyin, floating in mid-air, murmured softly.

Yin Hao's face turned cold, who is this person, daring to ruin his good deed

Wang Xuan's hand movements ended, the ten-zhang space martial soul technique dissipated, and Lin Miao's figure fell to the ground.

Her delicate frame trembled and she nearly collapsed, supporting herself on the ground with her hands. Her buttocks rested on the floor as she looked at Wang Xuan with eyes that were like sparkling pools, shimmering with tears: "Feng, senior brother."

Although she held back, Lin Miaoyin's clear and gentle voice still had a hint of crying.

Wang Xuan nodded and said with his hands behind his back, "Don't be afraid. Tell your senior brother, who is blacksmithing in the middle of the night Has he considered other people's feelings"

A group of young masters and misses looked at each other in surprise. "Where did this idiot come from Can't he see the situation here"

Lan Bo was doubtful. Since someone had already broken in, there was no need to cast the Hiding Soul Technique anymore. He pinched the soul incantation with his hand, and the blue light curtain dissipated, turning into strands of blue light that merged into Lan Bo's body.

"Young Hao, we tried our best."

Far in the distance, debris was scattered everywhere, and a group of disciples lay on the ground. After Han Kuang finished speaking, he coughed out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

"Trash," Yin Hao spat.

Lin Miaoyin's slender jade fingers pointed at Yin Hao: "Senior brother, it's him who is forging."

Wang Xuan raised his hand and pointed, with a 'ch' sound, a miniature sword shadow shot out from his fingertips, carrying the fierce intent of a sword, straight for Yin Hao's brow.

"He is a swordsman!!!"

Lan Bo hurriedly dodged in front of Yin Hao, his face grim as he cast a martial arts technique. His hands moved with lightning speed.

A blue, four-sided light shield materialized in the air, deflecting the miniature sword's shadow.

Poof!

Pffft!

Pff!

The small sword's shadow pierced through the three-faced blue light shield, and its power finally dissipated.

Lan Bo let out a big sigh, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sneered.

Wang Xuan: "Being able to withstand twice the power of a Dao technique isn't bad."

Yin Hao roared angrily: "You dare to try and kill me Don't you know who I am"

Before the word "who" could even leave his lips, Yin Hao was left speechless. The young man in white had a sword shadow fly from his brow, shooting towards the group of spoiled young ladies like lightning.

“Oh..........” Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"No!"

A shower of blood blossoms, ten sword shadows piercing through the bodies of the young masters and misses. Screams of pain and cries for their fathers and mothers echoed endlessly.

Han Kuang, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes slightly. He saw the children of the Yin Feng Gu high-layers being shot by sword shadows, and his eyes rolled back. He was truly frightened unconscious.

You are crazier than me. This was Han Kuang's last thought.

"I don't care who you are." Wang Xuan walked step by step towards Yin Hao... he intends to go all out to grab resources, allowing the Fairy Xiangxiang to more authoritatively control the Yin Feng Valley!"One word for love."Wang Xuan's heart was inevitably complex. In his past...