Chapter 493: The Demon Lord Princess's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 586: Beauty Saves the Hero

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Although Ouyang Chengren successfully dodged this strike, his situation became increasingly difficult, and he retreated repeatedly.

However, faced with such a predicament, Ouyang Chengren showed not the slightest intention of retreating; on the contrary, he fought more bravely the longer the battle lasted, loudly demanding without cease: "Who exactly are you people? Why have you come to assassinate this General?"

However, those black-clothed people turned a deaf ear to his questioning, merely attacking wildly without pause, as if they fundamentally did not want to waste words with him.

Seeing this, the anger in Ouyang Chengren's heart grew even more intense, and his attacks became increasingly ruthless.

Unfortunately, the enemy was numerous, and he gradually felt his stamina failing. At this moment, Qianqian up in the tree had already torn off the human skin mask and fake Adam's apple, tucking them tightly into her bosom, preparing to strike and assist at any time.

Because she knew deeply that Ouyang Chengren absolutely could not die; he still had great use to her.

If Ouyang Chengren could defeat these black-clothed people by his own strength, that would naturally be best; but if he proved no match for them, she would have to intervene decisively.

As expected, looking on, only eight black-clothed people remained, seven of them entangling Ouyang Chengren, while the other always lurked behind his back seeking a chance to sneak attack.

Due to a momentary oversight, Ouyang Chengren failed to detect the danger behind him.

Only to see that black-clothed person's long sword streak toward his back like lightning, while at this moment Ouyang Chengren was gripping his sword with both hands, exerting all his strength to block the attacks in front, utterly unable to spare attention for this sword from behind.

At this critical juncture, Ouyang Chengren had no alternative but to swiftly twist his body aside, to avoid his vital points.

Just at this critical juncture, suddenly a blood-red whip shadow flashed past like lightning, striking straight for Ouyang Chengren's rear!

In the blink of an eye, that whip seemed to have grown eyes, precisely coiling around the long sword behind him that was preparing to sneak attack Ouyang Chengren.

Immediately after, the whip seemed alive, tightly winding around the sword blade, rapidly spinning two circles in midair, then shooting straight toward that black-clothed person like an arrow loosed from a bow!

The black-clothed person was evidently stunned by this sudden turn of events, staring in shock as his own sword, as if bewitched, turned back and stabbed fiercely toward himself!

Before he could react, that sword had already ruthlessly pierced his chest; he did not even have time to let out a miserable cry before his eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and he fell straight to the ground, utterly lifeless.

As for Ouyang Chengren? He had already braced himself to be stabbed by the sword, but the anticipated agony did not arrive. For a moment he was somewhat dazed.

However, he was after all a master long tested on the battlefield; he recovered instantly. He swiftly kicked out, sending the enemy before him flying, then abruptly turned around, preparing to face any other enemies that might appear.

But when he fixed his gaze, he discovered the black-clothed person behind him had already fallen motionless, while from a nearby tree, a woman actually descended!

This woman wore a set of men's clothing, her bearing heroic and dashing, gripping in her hand that fiery red whip that had just been dancing in midair. Her hair was piled high, looking clean and agile.

Looking more closely at her features, Ouyang Chengren's heart shook violently — was this not precisely the Bai Qianqian he had longed for day and night?

At this moment, because Bai Qianqian was in too much of a hurry, she had not had time to change her clothes or hair; she could only silently pray in her heart, hoping Ouyang Chengren would absolutely not discover anything amiss about her.

Fortunately, Ouyang Chengren seemed not to have noticed anything wrong; his attention was completely absorbed by the scene before him, leaving him no leisure to mind anything else.

Ouyang Chengren gazed at the woman before him, a sense of familiarity welling in his heart; however, after a moment's thought, he suddenly realized — he had just seen her last night, so of course she was familiar.

However, just as he was slightly distracted, another black-clothed person struck swiftly like a ghost, the sharp sword in hand flashing with cold light, stabbing straight at Ouyang Chengren.

This sudden attack caught Ouyang Chengren off guard; he did not even have time to react.

At the critical moment, Qianqian's whip streaked out like lightning, emitting a "whoosh," lashing onto that black-clothed person's sword like a sudden storm.

Only a crisp "clang" was heard, and the sword in the black-clothed person's hand fell in response, dropping to the ground.

Ouyang Chengren had not yet recovered from his shock when Qianqian had already reached out, grabbed him, and yanked him forcefully behind her. She shouted tenderly: "Stop standing there dazed!"

This pull was so strong it made Ouyang Chengren stumble, nearly falling.

After steadying himself, Ouyang Chengren looked closely and saw Qianqian's whip dancing in midair, like a nimble flood dragon, imposing in momentum, awe-inspiring in majesty.

The whip whistled in the air, stirring up gusts of strong wind, inspiring dread at first sight.

Because the whip was longer, the other seven black-clothed people simply could not approach Qianqian, only able to pace outside the whip's attack range.

And Qianqian's whip seemed to have eyes, precisely striking the black-clothed people's bodies, whipping their clothing into tatters.

Although Qianqian showed no mercy, after all the enemy was numerous, and her whip was long, wielding it took considerable time.

Therefore, although she successfully forced back all the black-clothed people, it was only a temporary easing of the crisis.

However, in just this brief span, Ouyang Chengren had already recovered. He drew a deep breath, raised the long sword in his hand, and like an arrow loosed from a bow, charged straight at that group of black-clothed people.

The whip in Qianqian's hand was like a nimble spirit snake, dancing in midair; every swing seemed endowed with life, precisely avoiding Ouyang Chengren yet accurately striking the enemies.

As time passed, the black-clothed people fell one by one, their figures becoming blurred under the whip's lashing.

Seeing the black-clothed people before them dwindling, only three left, Qianqian secretly estimated that with Ouyang Chengren's strength, he should be able to defeat them.

Thus, without the slightest hesitation, she stowed the whip, her figure flashing like a ghost, instantly executing lightness skill, departing lightly like a flying bird.

Ouyang Chengren at this moment was tightly entangled by the remaining three black-clothed people; although anxious, he could not split off to chase Qianqian.

He could only accelerate his movements, the sword in his hand tracing streaks of cold light in the air, engaging the enemies in fierce slaughter.

Finally, through Ouyang Chengren's desperate struggle, the last three black-clothed people also fell to the ground one after another.

However, when he finished all this and looked around, he discovered Qianqian had long since vanished without a trace. He knew chasing now would be too late, so he could only sigh helplessly.