Chapter 213

"Right."

Yanqing, who was walking, suddenly thought of something and turned his head to look at Jingliu with a suspicious expression: "You won't take the opportunity to run away, big sister."

This woman was being so accommodating; wouldn't she want to let the Mara-Struck here trap him so she could run away?

"Jing Yuan really has spoiled you."

Hearing Yanqing's words, Jingliu was expressionless: "All you do is talk."

"Fine, then we'll go first."

Seeing this, Yanqing decisively chose to trust this woman once and immediately pulled Lin Mo and rushed straight ahead.

"Hmm? How can someone still come here?"

"It's the Cloud Knights; the style of the clothes they are wearing is that of the Cloud Knights."

"Tsk tsk, they are truly bold, daring to come to our place."

"I want to use their blood to water the immortal traces!"

When Lin Mo and Yanqing stepped into this place, before they even reached the front, they were noticed by six or seven Mara-Struck soldiers, who immediately exclaimed with surprise.

There were actually people throwing themselves into death!

"Hmph."

Before Lin Mo and Yanqing's footsteps were steady, they felt a strong hostility.

They became the focus here in an instant, tightly locked by the gazes of numerous Mara-Struck.

"Since you've delivered yourselves, don't blame us for being impolite."

One of the Mara-Struck soldiers said in a sinister voice, the sound as sharp as a blade.

Without too much nonsense, the Mara-Struck soldiers immediately launched an attack.

They were like arrows off a string, carrying an ominous aura, rushing towards Lin Mo and Yanqing.

The offensive was fierce, their vicious gazes seemingly wanting to swallow the two of them.

However, Lin Mo and Yanqing were not ordinary people.

In an instant, they immediately entered combat mode.

Yanqing's sword was as fast as lightning; with one swing, it tore through the air, bringing with it a sharp whistling sound.

Lin Mo was not to be outdone; his sword techniques were skillful, and every strike was like Mount Tai pressing down, steady and powerful.

The two cooperated tacitly, as if they were one, and the battle reached a climax at this moment.

The attacks of the Mara-Struck soldiers shattered in front of them, like waves crashing against a reef, disappearing without a trace like a receding tide.

The sword light was like a woven net, not only defending perfectly, but also finding flaws in every exchange to deliver a fatal blow.

Soon, many of the Mara-Struck soldiers who had surrounded Lin Mo and Yanqing had already fallen.

When the last Mara-Struck soldier fell under their swords, Lin Mo and Yanqing stopped.

"Phew!"

Yanqing, who had a chance to catch his breath, chuckled: "It seems our first time pairing up was quite good."

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

While speaking, Yanqing turned his head to look behind, and the smug smile on his face instantly froze.

What was going on? Jingliu, who had been following behind, had disappeared without a trace.

"Did she run?"

Yanqing frowned slightly, his heart tightening.

Lin Mo, however, looked ahead and said: "She's in front."

Lin Mo wasn't surprised at all by Jingliu's speed.

Just now, he didn't even want to make a move; Yanqing alone was enough.

But with Yanqing by his side, it wouldn't be good if he didn't make a move.

So Lin Mo made a move too.

"In front?"

Hearing Lin Mo's words, Yanqing was stunned.

Subconsciously, he turned his head to look.

He saw Jingliu's figure in the distance.

He saw Jingliu standing not far away, with Mara-Struck soldiers scattered all over the ground around her, every one of them lifeless.

"How is this possible!"

Seeing this scene, Yanqing's pupils contracted.

How could Jingliu's speed be so fast?

Yanqing was instantly shocked by the speed and power Jingliu hadn't revealed before.

He asked himself if his speed was fast enough, and he had even joined forces with Lin Mo to solve the Mara-Struck soldiers like lightning.

He hadn't expected Jingliu's speed to be even better.

That agile figure, weaving through the flashing swords and shadows, was like a ghost, leaving only a ground full of enemy corpses to prove her existence.

"We've been left behind by her."

Yanqing whispered, his tone carrying a hint of imperceptible admiration.

Lin Mo, however, wasn't surprised at all.

In Lin Mo's view, even if Yanqing used the power of the Path of the Hunt, he would only barely be able to keep up with Jingliu's speed.

"When did you run ahead of us?"

At this time, Yanqing had already walked over, looking at Jingliu and the few corpses lying beside her with a solemn expression.

"You are so slow, little brother."

Jingliu didn't answer Yanqing's words, but chuckled: "This speed won't do."

While speaking, Jingliu disappeared from where she stood in an instant.

"How is this possible."

Seeing this scene, Yanqing's pupils shrank violently; she just disappeared?

Disappearing without a trace in an instant, as if she had never appeared at all.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and interacted with Jingliu just now, he would have suspected that Jingliu hadn't been here at all.

While Yanqing was shocked, Lin Mo also fell into deep thought.

He was thinking about Jingliu's speed.

Logically speaking, Jingliu should also have stepped onto the Path of the Hunt to possess such exaggerated speed.

After all, before Jingliu fell into Mara-Struck madness, she was also the Sword Champion of the Luofu, so mastering the power of the Path must mean she was on the Path of the Hunt.

But from the panel, Jingliu's Path was not the Hunt at all, only Destruction.

Lin Mo felt it was very strange why this was the case.

Especially now that Jingliu was displaying such exaggerated speed.

Lin Mo didn't understand, nor did he comprehend it.

"Let's continue moving forward."

Looking at the shocked Yanqing, Lin Mo patted Yanqing on the shoulder and continued walking forward with him.

While walking, he even used the power of the Path of the Hunt.

After a short while, the group covered a distance and crossed several steps.

He saw not far below, Jingliu standing with her hands behind her back, with Mara-Struck soldiers lying on the metal ground all around.

The wounds on their bodies and the lingering sharp sword aura proved that they had just been instantly killed by a peerless swordsman.

"Ho, how is this possible!"

Seeing this scene, Yanqing was shocked.

The other party's speed had actually reached such a point, and she had instantly killed these Mara-Struck.

And he hadn't seen any sword on this person either.

Was this person also a sword master?

Compared to the shocked Yanqing, Lin Mo wasn't surprised at all, but rather had an "as expected" look.