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Chapter 208 Kill them all
"The person who wanted to tip off the Quanzhen Sect before you led the attack!"
Xiaolongnu gritted her teeth and said, a hint of killing intent she had never shown before flashing in her eyes.
"So, it was that old woman...she..."
Before the Golden Wheel Monk could finish speaking, Little Dragon Girl had already drawn her Phoenix Cry Sword without hesitation, and then with a swift movement, a flash of sword light appeared!
Under the shocked gazes of the surrounding crowd, the head of the Golden Wheel Monk rolled and fell into the pool of blood!
Perhaps the Golden Wheel Monk never dreamed that his death would be so gruesome!
With the death of the Golden Wheel Monk, the heretics he brought with him were completely thrown into disarray, all of them stopped fighting, and some were even planning to take advantage of the chaos to escape.
But just as they were about to leave, they were intercepted and killed one by one by the Qingyi Guards who had been waiting on the perimeter!
The crisis at Shaolin Temple was finally resolved! All the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple, led by Zen Master Tianming, looked at Duan Zhengchun with gratitude beyond words.
"Now it is your turn."
Duan Zhengchun said something indifferently, then turned to look at the woman in purple who had not offered any help from beginning to end.
"Lingxiao Sword Demon's woman is indeed extraordinary!"
"But do you think I'm as incompetent as the Golden Wheel Monk?"
The woman in purple gripped the soft sword in her hand tightly and looked coldly at Duan Zhengchun.
It wasn't that she was unwilling to help, but rather that she dared not, because Duan Zhengchun was less than five steps away from her, and she dared not expose her back to him.
"I don't care if you're incompetent or not. I just want to see what you look like. If you're as beautiful as an angel, maybe I can spare your life."
Duan Zhengchun curled his lips into a sly smile and said with great interest.
"Shameless!"
"You are not allowed to insult my master!"
A furious shout rang out instantly, and the young swordsman standing behind the woman in purple suddenly rushed out, slashing towards Duan Zhengchun's face!
Faced with overwhelming strength, it seems that everyone would choose to fight to the death without hesitation!
From the moment the young swordsman drew his sword, he had no intention of leaving alive; he only hoped to buy his master a chance to escape this place!
Duan Zhengchun sneered, and his previously motionless body suddenly transformed into several afterimages, directly facing the young swordsman, without even considering avoiding his sharp edge.
In the blink of an eye, the young swordsman's sword had slipped from his hand and fallen to the ground. His face was ashen as he stared at Duan Zhengchun in front of him, his eyes filled with terror!
Duan Zhengchun's right hand was already tightly gripping the young swordsman's throat!
The young swordsman, facing imminent death, finally realized that Duan Zhengchun had never revealed his true strength in the Mongol camp!
Just then, a blinding sword light flashed, and the woman in purple finally made her move, thrusting her sword towards Duan Zhengchun's throat!
His swordsmanship is incredibly fast; he is certainly no ordinary person!
But in Duan Zhengchun's eyes, it was all just child's play!
Duan Zhengchun looked relaxed, slowly raised his left hand, and instantly flicked his middle finger at the soft sword that was about to hit him!
With a crisp sound, the middle finger flicked the sword's edge, and then the sword trembled, almost slipping from the purple-clad woman's hand!
Although it was just a light flick, it contained seventy percent of Duan Zhengchun's skill!
At the same time, Duan Zhengchun's right hand had already snapped the young swordsman's neck in an instant!
Murder can be described so casually.
This was the only feeling in Zen Master Tianming's heart at that moment.
After missing her attack, the woman in purple quickly retreated and then rushed towards the gate of Shaolin Temple with all her might, not even having time to take one last look at her beloved disciple.
Xiaolongnu slowly walked towards Duan Zhengchun. She could have stopped the woman in purple from escaping, but she didn't, because she didn't need to.
That was Duan Lang's prey.
She had fulfilled her promise to Granny Sun by personally killing the Golden Wheel Monk.
Duan Zhengchun glanced at Xiaolongnu, smiled, and then leaped up, instantly transforming into a blur and disappearing from everyone's sight.
The Shaolin monks who remained standing there were dumbfounded; none of them could describe the shock they felt at that moment.
However, shortly after Duan Zhengchun left, a tall, bearded monk in a distant corner frowned slightly and quietly turned and left.
In the mountains and forests.
The woman in purple ran as fast as she could, having already injured several women in green who tried to stop her on her escape route.
The road ahead was clear, but she felt herself getting closer and closer to death, as if some immeasurable threat was approaching her from behind, getting closer and closer!
But when she turned around to look, she found nothing but a dense forest behind her!
This invisible fear drove her crazy. She was almost completely drenched in cold sweat. The further she ran, the more tired she felt. Her legs felt like they were filled with lead, and her pace slowed down.
This was the first time she had ever been so afraid of death!
She didn't know how long she had been running, but she finally couldn't hold on any longer and stopped, panting heavily, leaning against a big tree.
After turning around and taking a closer look, the weight in my heart finally lifted.
She felt she had finally escaped.
"Why don't you run away?"
But just then, a ghostly voice suddenly entered her ears!
The woman in purple shuddered and turned her head in alarm toward the direction from which the sound came. She then saw Duan Zhengchun sitting leisurely on a tree branch, lazily drinking wine.
At this moment, she felt more desperate than if she were facing death! Because the fear that Duan Zhengchun instilled in her was far more terrifying than death itself!
After a moment of surprise, the woman in purple suddenly flicked her wrist, and more than a dozen small snakes with their tongues flicking flew out from her sleeve and pounced on Duan Zhengchun, who was sitting on a tree branch.
Immediately afterwards, the woman in purple turned around and sped off in another direction!
She knew she was no match for Duan Zhengchun, so her only option was to flee!
Duan Zhengchun smiled, and the hem of his robe hanging under the branches quickly swung out, easily knocking down more than a dozen small snakes that were coming towards him. Then he sprang up and chased after the purple-clad woman in the direction she had fled.
After a long while, just as the woman in purple was about to escape from Mount Song, she finally gave up all resistance and leaned against a rock, panting heavily.
Duan Zhengchun once again blocked her path like a ghost, still wearing that cynical smile, as if he were looking at the funniest thing in the world.
"Kill me if you want! Why subject me to such humiliation?!"
She didn't want to be toyed with like this any longer. Even if she couldn't survive, she hoped to end it all as soon as possible.
"What exactly is your relationship with the Ouyang family?"
Duan Zhengchun, carrying a wine gourd in one hand, slowly walked towards the woman in purple.
"If I tell you, will you let me leave?"
The woman in purple turned to look at Duan Zhengchun and asked, panting.
"No."
Duan Zhengchun gave his answer without hesitation.
"Then why should I tell you?!"
The woman in purple frowned, demanding an answer in a sharp voice, her eyes filled with anger and resentment.
"Do you think you have a choice?!"
Duan Zhengchun said with a cold laugh, then suddenly rushed out like lightning and instantly appeared in front of the woman in purple, their noses almost touching.
The woman in purple looked nervous, and her heavy breathing caused the veil covering her face to flutter.
Duan Zhengchun smiled wryly, reached out and pulled off the veil covering the purple-clad woman's face, revealing a stunningly beautiful face before him.
Although the woman in purple was middle-aged, she was still very beautiful, with a unique charm between her brows.
Upon seeing such a face, Duan Zhengchun was stunned for a moment, and then an evil smile couldn't help but flash across his lips as some indescribable images surfaced in his mind.
"If you let me go, I'll do anything you ask..."
The woman in purple parted her lips slightly and spoke softly, revealing an expression that no man in the world could resist.
She even reached out and touched places she shouldn't have.
But Duan Zhengchun suddenly turned around, walked to the side, leaned against a tree, and drank a few mouthfuls of wine.
He was a man, but he was different from all other men in the world...