Chapter 51

Ah...!

Youlan let out a hoarse cry, breaking the iron chains. A dizziness spread, and the killing sword at her waist was shaken away, lodging diagonally into the ground. The terrifying aura knocked down trees and made Zhao Yun lose his balance.

"This is awkward," Zhao Yun said, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

After killing the hunchbacked old man and evading the pursuit, there's still a big show to come?

Whistling!

The wind howled, but Youlan no longer cried out. She walked step by step toward Zhao Yun. When she passed the killing sword, she casually pulled it out. As she walked, her aura became even more violent, with a crimson blood energy surging around her. Though she was at the peak of the True Spirit realm, her momentum could rival that of the Profound Yang realm.

"Unconscious," Zhao Yun instinctively took a step back.

At this moment, looking into Youlan's eyes, they were still beautiful but had a more terrifying charm. Their gaze made his mind chaotic, and the eerie degree was no less than that of the Soul Capturing Bell.

"Break!"

Zhao Yun shouted in his heart, reciting the mental formula to forcibly regain his composure.

Clang!

Youlan launched an attack, thrusting her sword at him. The power of the sword was enough to kill him instantly.

"What incredible speed."

Zhao Yun was surprised. A comprehensive enhancement? Not just strength, but speed as well?

In a flash, he used the Earth Escape technique.

In the next moment, he was forced out by Youlan's kick.

Clang!

Before he could steady himself, she attacked like a ghost.

"Really, no recognition of kin," Zhao Yun sighed, wielding the Purple Dawn Sword with all his might.

The sound of metal clashing echoed.

A man and a woman, one person and one sword, clashed in the forest. The sword qi pierced the air, cutting through trees and leaving marks on the rock walls.

Clang! Bang! Clatter!

Zhao Yun's sword technique was superb, each strike accompanied by lightning, using the Heaven Thunder Sword Technique to its utmost. The unconscious Youlan was no less formidable, wielding an unknown sword technique. Each strike produced multiple sword shadows and a piercing sound, demonstrating extraordinary skill. Her sword techniques were unconventional, each move lethal. If it were a typical True Spirit realm practitioner, they would have been killed several times over.

"Wake up!"

Zhao Yun shouted, his movements as elusive as the wind, leaving afterimages as he fought and dodged.

Youlan remained silent, her expression wooden, like a walking corpse, cold and merciless. Her eyes, if looked at for too long, could make one's mind wander, and the violent blood energy made one's heart race.

"Fine, I give up," Zhao Yun coughed, turning to flee. It wasn't that he couldn't fight, but his injuries were not fully healed, and he was still in a weakened state, unable to use even 60% of his strength. In contrast, Youlan was lively and energetic, showing no signs of injury after the strange transformation, as if she had gained a godly boost.

Clang!

Youlan pursued relentlessly, sweeping sword qi along the way.

Crack! Boom!

The already devastated forest suffered more damage. Trees fell in large patches, and even the hard rocks were sliced like tofu by the sword qi. Zhao Yun felt a chill, knowing that if he were hit, it would be excruciating. Youlan was not just eerie; her combat power was terrifying, defying all norms.

He was certain that if the hunchbacked old man were still around, she would have a good chance of defeating him.

The only problem was that Youlan was too eerie, her ability to fly alone was enough to scare anyone.

Speaking of flying, the girl really did it, not even walking anymore.

From a distance, she seemed to float in the air, wielding the killing sword and spreading sword qi.

"You can fly, you're the boss," Zhao Yun said, fleeing in a sorry state, rolling and crawling. Fortunately, his body techniques were profound, allowing him to dodge. Also, Youlan only used her sword, not other secret arts; otherwise, he would have been paralyzed.

As he spoke, Youlan floated over, like a ghost.

Then, a rain of sword qi fell from the sky, ringing with the sound of metal clashing.

Clang!

Zhao Yun stopped, desperately wielding the Purple Dawn Sword.

The sound of metal clashing became even more chaotic.

Even with Zhao Yun's foundation, he could hardly withstand it. Each sword qi was not only sharp but also powerful. Even a slight collision caused internal pain.

As for the Earth Escape technique, it seemed useless.

The moment he entered the ground, the sword qi followed, piercing through the earth without discrimination.

"Wake up!" Zhao Yun shouted in anger.

He had reason to be angry. He had saved someone, but was now being beaten to the ground.

Clang! Clang!

His anger only made the sword qi more intense, overwhelming him.

This scene was truly terrifying.

He couldn't imagine how vast Youlan's true essence was, seemingly inexhaustible.

No matter how he called, she continued to attack as usual.

By the time he escaped, he was covered in blood, with countless sword wounds. It wasn't that he wasn't strong enough; Youlan was just too terrifying, her violent aura growing stronger, surpassing the hunchbacked old man.

"Come, taste this," Zhao Yun stopped, holding a bell, the Soul Capturing Bell given to him by Niu Hong before he left.

Ding! Dong!

The bell rang, the sound chaotic and unstructured.

Zhao Yun didn't know how to use it well, just shaking it wildly without any incantations.

Um...!

Surprisingly, it worked. Youlan, floating in the air, let out a low moan and fell to the ground, her expression filled with pain. Her hollow eyes regained some clarity, proving that the Soul Capturing Bell was effective. She was fighting against the violent will in her subconscious, and the surging blood energy calmed down, her hair gradually returning to its original color.

"It works," Zhao Yun shook the bell even more vigorously, running while shaking it.

Behind him, Youlan's mind was chaotic, like a madwoman, chasing and attacking with her sword.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The dark forest became even more chaotic, with trees falling in large patches.

These two were quite a sight, running around the forest in the middle of the night.

In addition, there were the roars of wild beasts.

The Soul Capturing Bell's sound was truly demonic, affecting Youlan and the beasts alike.

Zhao Yun, too, was suffering, with blood flowing from his seven orifices, but he continued to shake the bell.

"No more explosive talismans. If I had any, I'd blow you up," Zhao Yun cursed, no longer caring about chivalry.

He was truly suffering.

When people are pushed to their limits, they can do anything, but unfortunately, the explosive talismans were all used up.

He finally stopped when Youlan stopped chasing, staggering and collapsing.

At this moment, she had returned to normal.

Zhao Yun put away the Soul Capturing Bell, staggering over, holding a rope in his hand.

Yes, a rope.

Binding someone like Youlan was for the best, to prevent her from going mad again.

He really didn't care about chivalry anymore.

This Zhao family's young master really tied the beautiful woman to a tree. Afterward, he squatted on the ground, hugging his head, groaning in pain.

His head hurt, really hurt.

It made sense, as he didn't know how to use the Soul Capturing Bell and had shaken it wildly, worsening his injuries.

The night finally fell into silence.

The scene was truly eye-catching: a beautiful woman tied to a tree, and a young man squatting under the tree. If anyone passed by, they would surely be surprised. What kind of combination is this?