Chapter 1157: Chapter 1146: Nirvana Phoenix Decree
Ouyang Feifei was the first to soar into the air, slashing at Nalan Yanfeng with her sword, shouting, “Everyone, attack!”
“Yes, leader.”
The members of the Shadow Team drew their weapons, charging wildly at the Nalan Family members.
The Nalan Family members were clearly very afraid, as they had experienced previous encounters with the Shadow Team. Even in a 10:1 situation, they weren’t a match.
Especially now with no numerical advantage?
However, seeing that the young lady Nalan Yanfeng was already engaged with Ouyang Feifei, they could not stand by idly without betraying loyalty.
Unable to form a unified combat force, their fate would be slaughter and total annihilation.
Trapped in a dilemma, they could only counterattack desperately, hoping to carve out a path to survival.
“Brothers, it’s life or death, it’s up to us, and the young lady can’t protect herself.”
“Indeed, no good intent here—they are definitely out to kill us all today. If we can’t resist stubbornly and break through with a bloody path, only death awaits us.”
“Kill, kill, kill…”
In this desperate situation, the Nalan Family members were ignited with an unprecedented fighting spirit and ferocity, charging at the Shadow Team members first.
“Heh heh…”
The Shadow Team members sneered, exchanging glances, and saw deep disdain in each other’s eyes.
“Just these shrimp soldiers and crab generals dare to embarrass themselves before us. Kill them all.”
“Okay.”
The Shadow Team members didn’t waste words, drawing their weapons and advancing courageously.
Swish swish…
As soon as the fight began, it was a one-sided slaughter.
The Nalan Family members overestimated their rebirth-from-the-ashes strength.
The Shadow Team’s members harvested a life with each slash.
With each strike, blood splattered, limbs severed.
One Nalan Family member fared worse, being cut in half, internal organs spilling everywhere, tragically.
“Ah…”
He screamed miserably for a long while, then only took breath sporadically before falling silent.
In no time, the Nalan Family members charged in haste and died in haste, all being cut down, devoid of life.
“Hey…”
Nalan Yanfeng was doing her utmost to fight Ouyang Feifei. Seeing her people all killed, her face turned pale as she realized the gravity of the situation.
Without a helper, her hopes dwindled further.
Facing Ouyang Feifei’s increasingly aggressive and swift sword strikes, Nalan Yanfeng gritted her teeth, summoning a fierce resolve.
She feigned a strike and retreated numerous steps, barely stabilizing her stance.
She didn’t speak, but directed a strange smile at Ouyang Feifei.
“What the hell?”
Ouyang Feifei was a bit dumbfounded. This wretched woman, close to death, still wanted to pull some tricks?
Very possible.
Indeed, it was as she thought.
Nalan Yanfeng stood there, continually channeling True Qi, then turned her blade, slicing a blood scar on her wrist.
Drip drip…
In an instant, blood burst forth.
However, the blood didn’t fall to the ground but turned into a blood mist, controlled by Nalan Yanfeng’s True Qi, swirling around her.
As more and more blood flowed from her, Nalan Yanfeng was enveloped in a thick layer of blood mist, forming an eerily strange scene.
Ouyang Feifei stood there, unable to advance or retreat, wary of any tricks Nalan Yanfeng might play.
After all, this woman was too sinister, daring to poison even her father-in-law, let alone an outsider like herself.
If she got hit with Cold Ice Powder, even relying on youth and having Ning Fan treat her, it would still expend considerable energy and vital strength.
This was a cost Ouyang Feifei didn’t want to endure.
Fearing the sudden silence.
This bizarre atmosphere was noticed by Ning Fan, who stubbed out his cigarette and turned around.
Seeing the thick blood surrounding Nalan Yanfeng, his eyes chilled.
“What? Nirvana Phoenix Decree?”
Upon hearing this, not only Ouyang Feifei, but even the Shadow Team members glanced at each other.
“What’s this Nirvana Phoenix Decree? Why haven’t I heard of it?”
“The saying goes, ‘Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from fire,’ does this Nalan Yanfeng want to counterattack desperately and escape?”
“It’s quite possible. The Nalan Clan is a dominant force in the north, and their rise in the past hundred years isn’t without reason.”
“Indeed, they have some secret martial techniques not detected by outsiders, and rarely used.”
“Isn’t this just obvious? Which clan doesn’t have hidden treasures? Which hero in Jianghu doesn’t have life-saving skills?”
“Wait and see.”
Listening to the discussion, Ning Fan pushed Ouyang Feifei behind him, but he stepped toward Nalan Yanfeng.
Strangely, under the impetus of True Qi, Nalan Yanfeng’s blood became increasingly red, carrying a hot momentum.
The surrounding temperature rose higher and higher, even exceeding the limits humans might bear.
Even for Ning Fan, a Peak True Origin Realm expert, without deploying True Qi, it was hardly bearable now. After all, a physical body is a physical body; no matter how strong the defense, there are ultimate limits.
“Nalan Yanfeng, it seems you mean to fight to the death today, even deploying your family’s renowned techniques.”
“Good eye, truly you’re the third young master of the Ning Family, truly well-versed.”
Nalan Yanfeng’s blood ceased flowing, the surrounding blood color more than sufficient, with temperature surpassing 40 degrees and still climbing.
Perhaps accustomed to practicing this Martial Skills, despite the high temperature, not a drop of sweat fell from her face.
“Ning Fan, though my Realm is lower than yours, and my tactics inferior, killing me today won’t be easy unless you disregard your life.”
“Heh.” Ning Fan shook his head with a cold smile, “You mean, even in death you’ll drag me down?”
“Exactly.”
Faced with this dangerous place, Nalan Yanfeng had no thoughts of escaping, knowing she would die today no matter what, whether dying gloriously or ingloriously.
She looked at Ning Fan’s calm demeanor, even in the face of crisis, and frowned, puzzled why?
Because this guy could turn foes to dust with a smile, effortlessly, which was extremely frightening.
In Jianghu, fearing nothing, just fearing the smiling tiger.
And Ning Fan just happened to be such a person, easily falling into his traps, dying innocently.
After all, Ning Fan’s depicted character, completely different from usual aura.
Unrestrained and wild, speaking errant words, in others’ eyes, he was the epitome of a scoundrel, decreasing guard against him to the minimum.