Chapter 739: Willing to Be Drunk Beneath the Pomegranate Skirt

Twenty Death Warriors have already drawn their long swords; the blades slice the air— a sharp sound pierces the eardrums.

The twenty Death Warriors move as fast as lightning; they leap into the air, clearing a height of several meters in an instant.

The twenty Death Warriors charge furiously toward Qin Bore's position!

Blade light flashes!

Just as the Death Warriors' long swords are about to reach Qin Bore—

A figure dashes forward—it is Lin Yuan.

He moves like lightning, his hand already poised with Silver Needles.

Lin Yuan flicks his fingertip—dozens of Silver Needles burst forth like meteors.

The Silver Needles fly precisely toward the few Death Warriors leading the charge.

Lin Yuan's Silver Needles forcibly halt their assault.

He, building the first line of defense for Qin Bore.

"I'll help you!" Lin Yuan barked low.

Lin Yuan continuously fires Silver Needles from his hand, engaging in a fierce standoff with the twenty Death Warriors.

Qin Bore's beautiful eyes narrow; she backhandedly swings her Long Sword.

A cold light flares.

Qin Bore's graceful figure flashes, and she stands back‑to‑back with Lin Yuan.

The two form a pincer stance, directly facing this swarm of Death Warriors rushing in.

"You're courting death." Qin Bore's voice icy, as she swings her Long Sword she carves a fierce arc.

Her sword precisely blocks a Death Warrior's chop!

The twenty Death Warriors take turns slashing with their blades, each move vicious and deadly.

Yet the twenty Death Warriors can never wound Qin Bore in the slightest.

Her movement is agile like a ghost; each dodge is just right, turning every Death Warrior's attack to nothing.

Moreover, Qin Bore's counterattack is fierce and swift; as her Long Sword rises and falls, several leading Death Warriors have no time to react before being throat‑cut.

Several Death Warriors collapse straight to the ground, instantly losing breath.

On the other side, Lin Yuan continues to restrain the Death Warriors with his precise needling—

He fires Silver Needles one by one, precisely striking the Death Warriors' acupoints, firmly immobilizing several of them so they cannot move.

The Death Warriors whose acupoints are sealed, unwilling to yield, exert all their energy to force the Silver Needles out of their bodies—

But this brief delay of a few seconds has already cost them the best moment to attack.

Qin Bore seizes the opening, her figure flashes, and her Long Sword precisely pierces a Death Warrior's chest.

That Death Warrior spouts blood, vomits blood, collapses to the ground, and loses consciousness.

The remaining Death Warriors, seeing this, their faces turn grim.

Lin Yuan seizes the opportunity and fires Silver Needles again, sealing the acupoints of two more Death Warriors.

Even if the Death Warriors force out the Silver Needles, their movements have already become sluggish.

Qin Bore presses the attack, sweeping her Long Sword horizontally; each strike precisely hits a Death Warrior's vital point.

More and more Death Warriors fall to the ground, each vomiting blood.

The Death Warrior formation that had been mighty collapses instantly.

Qin Bore and Lin Yuan are of one mind; without many words, the two form a duo alliance.

One wields the sword, the other holds the needle.

The two cooperate tacitly… to resist the Death Warriors coming to encircle and annihilate them.

Their movements are clean, offense and defense orderly.

In a short moment, they have disposed of over ten of the twenty Death Warriors.

The fallen Death Warriors are covered in wounds and can no longer launch an attack.

Not far away, Du Jie personally witnessed this scene; his face instantly turned ashen.

On Du Jie's face, his former composure… vanished completely, replaced by… utter disbelief.

He never imagined that the Death Warrior squad he had painstakingly trained would… be easily crushed by Qin Bore and Lin Yuan?

He also never expected Qin Bore's combat power to be this formidable.

Still shocked, Du Jie could no longer restrain himself; he immediately pulled out his phone.

Du Jie's tone urgent and angry, he ordered: "Immediately call in the Second and Third Death Warrior Squads! All out, be sure to capture Qin Bore!"

As the order fell, the outskirts of the square… another large group of Death Warriors surged forward!

Their silhouettes, like ghostly phantoms, instantly appeared among the crowd!

This group of Death Warriors are all experts in lightness skill.

Their movements flash violently, charging into the sea of people!

Dozens of Death Warriors clad in Dark Martial Arts Outfits rush forth again.

Each of them is a top‑tier ancient martial artist, their bodies exuding surging killing intent.

The Second and Third Death Warrior Squads also quickly join the battle!

This time, the Death Warrior team no longer scatters its attack; instead, they swiftly form a terrifying Killing Formation!

A group of Death Warriors, their blades' cold light flares!

They form a terrifying Killing Formation; in an instant… they tightly encircle Qin Bore and Lin Yuan at its center.

Qin Bore and Lin Yuan still stand back‑to‑back.

The two's eyes are sharp as blades, showing not the slightest fear.

Even trapped in the Killing Formation, the two still cooperated seamlessly.

Qin Bore waved her sword……blocking the Death Warriors' attacks, each strike precise and ruthless, without the slightest hesitation;

Lin Yuan continuously shot out Silver Needles, precisely sealing the Death Warriors' movements.

And those Death Warriors struck by the Silver Needles, even if they forcibly expelled the needles, had already lost their chance to attack.

Qin Bore seized every opening, and with each rise and fall of her Long Sword, a Death Warrior would collapse, spitting blood;

Lin Yuan meanwhile took the opportunity to add needles, firmly restraining the remaining Death Warriors, not letting them have a chance to break through the defense line.

At this moment, Qin Bore and Lin Yuan were surrounded by a dense mass of Death Warriors.

The two could not temporarily break through the Killing Formation, only able to stubbornly hold the defense line, engaging in a deadly contest with this group of top-tier Death Warriors.

But the dense Death Warriors formed a tight Killing Formation, tightly encircling Qin Bore and Lin Yuan.

Qin Bore and Lin Yuan……though they struggled to resist, for a moment……found it difficult to break through this lethal encirclement.

Qin Bore and Lin Yuan could only stubbornly hold the defense line, fighting a bloody battle with the Death Warriors.

Qin Bore saw the situation turning bad, suddenly let out a delicate cry, "The Killing Formation is too far away; I cannot attack at close range. I need a step! Lend me your body!"

Lin Yuan, hearing this, instantly understood.

He needed no more words, immediately nodded and agreed.

Lin Yuan's stature sank slightly, slowly squatting down.

Lin Yuan's back straightened, steadily serving as a "step".

Lin Yuan's eyes firm, he shouted, "Come up!"

Lin Yuan knew deeply that at this moment……only by relying on this method could he help Qin Bore break through the Death Warriors' Killing Formation and turn the tide.

Qin Bore also without hesitation, she stepped on the exquisite Black High Heels, without the slightest hesitation……

Qin Bore directly lifted her foot, stepping onto Lin Yuan's shoulder.

The sole of her Black High Heel landed steadily, borrowing Lin Yuan's strength, her figure gradually rising.

She wore a Black Long Dress, its hem swaying lightly with her movement.

As she stepped onto Lin Yuan's shoulder, the long hem naturally fell, just……completely covering Lin Yuan's entire head.

Lin Yuan's figure……was completely enveloped by Qin Bore's hem.

At this moment, Lin Yuan's entire head……had almost completely slipped beneath her Black Long Dress.

The surrounding clamor and slaughter……seemed to be instantly cut off.

Next, Lin Yuan felt……only a faint fragrance lingering on the hem……winding around his nostrils.

The fragrance in the hem……was actually Qin Bore's own natural body scent.

That scent, cool and clear like mountain orchids, mixed with a hint of pine snow, not strong nor weak, yet extremely penetrating, clear and crisp with a touch of soft moisture.

The fragrance, following Lin Yuan's breath……drifted into his lungs.

At this moment, the bloody and vicious aura around Lin Yuan was dispelled.

For some reason, Qin Bore's body fragrance actually possessed a special magic.

Making Lin Yuan feel especially fragrant, especially pleasant to smell.

At this moment, Lin Yuan, in peril, felt……a stir of something different in his heart.

Qin Bore……stepped on Lin Yuan's shoulder.

She utterly ignored the ambiguity beneath her.

Her fingertips tightly gripped the Long Sword, using Lin Yuan's shoulder as support, she slowly rose to her feet.

Her graceful figure stood upon Lin Yuan.

Looking down from above, her gaze like a cold blade……swept over the surrounding Death Warriors.

Qin Bore's aura……became ever more stern.

Because she now stood high enough, the previously suppressed situation……instantly reversed.

Qin Bore stepping on Lin Yuan's shoulder, as if standing on a high platform, she could see the entire Killing Formation's layout clearly.

A flicker of coldness flashed in her eyes; she had already found the breach to break the formation.

Meanwhile, beneath Qin Bore's hem, Lin Yuan's heart was somewhat in turmoil.

He could clearly smell the woman's fragrance beneath the hem.

In Qin Bore's fragrance, there also hid an extremely faint cold scent, like the clear freshness of early-blooming winter plum, just as Qin Bore herself—clear and cold yet moving.

That scent, while clearly bearing an aloofness that repels thousands, also possesses an irresistible allure.

Lin Yuan buried in the soft hem, his nostrils touching the cool fabric.

He could faintly feel Qin Bore's bodily warmth.

That faint bodily fragrance grew ever clearer, winding around, making Lin Yuan's heart's flutter……intensify further.

Even amidst the peril of blades and swords, Lin Yuan……also felt a hint of being "willing to be drunk under the pomegranate skirt" in a daze.

Although Lin Yuan was covered by the hem, he still maintained a stable posture.

His fingertips subtly gathered strength, always ready to shoot out Silver Needles, coordinating with Qin Bore's offensive.

He could clearly hear the wind of Qin Bore's sword swing, feeling her body's slight sway.

Lin Yuan's nostrils' bodily fragrance……became ever clearer.

That ambiguity, intertwined with the battlefield's solemn slaughter, became the most bizarre yet moving touch of color in this fierce standoff.

Meanwhile, outside the hem.

The peripheral Death Warriors, seeing this, all brandished their swords……chopping toward the two.

The sound of blades slicing the air rang out again, yet none of their attacks could ever reach Qin Bore's hem.

Qin Bore stood steadily on Lin Yuan's shoulder, the Long Sword rising and falling, cold light flashing.

Each of her strikes...... precisely avoided the Death Warriors' attacks, while she counterattacked with a backhand; wherever the blade passed, a Death Warrior would fall with a cry, blood spilling from his mouth, unable to rise again.

Qin Bore stepped on Lin Yuan's shoulder, her posture high and looking down.

Her originally limited attack range...... instantly expanded.

As Qin Bore waved her Long Sword, the coverage became broader and the force stronger.

Each of her strikes...... carried the determination to break the formation.

Qin Bore fiercely chopped toward the Death Warriors' Killing Formation all around.

Those Death Warriors who had formed the Killing Formation, seeing this, also brandished their blades to meet the attack.

Blades clashed, emitting a crisp "ding-ding-dang-dang" sound, sparks flying everywhere, shaking people's eardrums painfully.

Both sides fought back and forth, the battle indecisive.

Lin Yuan stood in place, both hands tightly gripping Qin Bore's Black High Heels.

He feared that Qin Bore might lose her balance and fall in the fierce battle.

So Lin Yuan exerted all his strength to steady his stance, keeping Qin Bore's delicate body firmly planted on his shoulder, unmoving.

Lin Yuan's head...... remained wrapped in Qin Bore's black dress, shutting out the external carnage and light,

His surroundings...... were suffused with Qin Bore's ever richer body fragrance.

That ambiguity and the battlefield's lethal aura grew ever more intertwined, making one's heart sway and spirit wander.

In the fierce battle, Lin Yuan subconsciously lifted his head slightly, wanting to confirm whether Qin Bore was stable.

But, as he lifted his head...... his gaze, unintentionally...... slipped through the gap in the falling hem......

Lin Yuan, to his astonishment, discovered that beneath Qin Bore's hem, she wore no safety shorts.

That breathtaking scenery...... unfolded unobstructed before Lin Yuan's eyes......

At this moment, Lin Yuan's whole self...... went blank......

So white.

So tender.

So delicate.

So smooth.

So beautiful......

Delicate and fair, pure and flawless.

Qin Bore's beauty is unparalleled.

She, more moving than any scenery in the world......

Watching this scene, Lin Yuan...... froze instantly, his whole self completely dazed.

Lin Yuan's whole self...... his mind went blank, even his breath paused for a moment.

Such a scene is hard to imagine.

Qin Bore, she is indeed the goddess in Lin Yuan's heart.

That, she is a lofty goddess, an existence like a work of art.

But now, Lin Yuan lifted his head, and unexpectedly...... saw the goddess's most private, most breathtaking scene......

Such a scene, no man can withstand.

Lin Yuan's heartbeat went completely haywire!

He could feel his own heartbeat, so fast, so fast!!

Could he be allowed to see this scene?

Lin Yuan's heart...... repeatedly surfaced this thought.

Lin Yuan's eyes...... filled with disbelief......

But as he lifted his head, the goddess's supreme beauty...... that ultimate loveliness...... truly appeared before his eyes.

This beauty left Lin Yuan unable to avert his gaze.

Even amidst the peril of flashing blades and swords, even with the harsh sounds of combat in his ears......

Lin Yuan, too, could not ignore this sudden shock and palpitation......

At this moment, Lin Yuan's heart held only one thought: truly, how beautiful.

With Lin Yuan's head-lifting motion, his nose tip...... drew a bit closer to Qin Bore's skin.

That exclusive feminine body fragrance...... grew ever clearer and richer.

The scent, no longer the earlier fresh orchid and pine, but carried a hint of warmth, the intimate fragrance closest to a woman.

The fragrance is very alluring, a clear moisture wrapped with a faint sweetness.

Lin Yuan's breathing became disordered.

Following his breath...... the fragrance slipped into his lungs, instantly igniting the fire in his heart.

The next second, Lin Yuan only felt his nose heat up.

His nose swelled; warm blood trickled slowly from the tip, dripping onto Qin Bore's hem, spreading a faint stain......

Lin Yuan felt a bit flustered.

He, in fact, ended up with a nosebleed because of this sudden scene.

But even so, Lin Yuan's gaze...... still could not shift from that breathtaking scenery.

Lin Yuan's heart palpitations...... intertwined with his panic, even the force in his hands unconsciously loosened a bit.

At this moment, Qin Bore still stood steadily on Lin Yuan's shoulder.

She was completely unaware of the abnormality beneath her.

Qin Bore, all her attention...... focused on the Death Warriors' Killing Formation before her.

She wielded the long sword in her hand with increasing ferocity, taking advantage of her high ground.

Qin Bore's every strike...... was precise and ruthless, her attack range greatly increased.

The Death Warriors' originally impenetrable great formation was being torn open bit by bit by her, her offensive growing ever more effective.

Only to see Qin Bore flip her wrist, the long sword like a poisonous snake striking out, precisely piercing the chest of a Death Warrior rushing to the front.

The blade penetrated the flesh three fen.

That Death Warrior let out a shrill wail, his body went limp, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.

Immediately afterward, Qin Bore slightly shifted her body, sweeping the long sword horizontally; another Death Warrior was cut at the waist and flung to the ground, fresh blood spurting out and splashing onto the floor.

The Death Warriors were knocked down one after another, the scene gruesome.

Although the Death Warriors still fearlessly fought to the death, maintaining the killing formation, Qin Bore's assault was too fierce; each strike aimed straight at vital points, and more and more Death Warriors fell to the ground.

The originally tight killing formation gradually showed cracks, being continually breached by Qin Bore, and the balance of victory had already begun to tilt toward Qin Bore and Lin Yuan.

Just as Qin Bore swung her sword to behead another Death Warrior……

She suddenly felt...... a faint warmth transmitted from the top of her foot inside the high heel??

That sensation was starkly different from the battlefield's icy cold, abrupt yet clear.

Qin Bore's movement paused, she subconsciously lowered her head, her gaze falling on her own black high heels??

She suddenly discovered...... a few faint traces of blood actually staining the top of her high heel?