Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart-Chapter 167: Heavenly Killer Sect

However, ultimately, he was outnumbered. Two more black-clad men flew in from outside the street, causing the young man, who thought he had a sure win, to instantly lose his footing.

In just a short moment, he had already taken a cut on his shoulder, with blood flowing down his arm. Soon, half his body was drenched in blood.

He gritted his teeth without uttering a word, but he couldn’t hide the smell of blood.

"Song Qing, are you hurt?"

The voice from inside the carriage remained gentle but carried a hint of worry this time.

"Young master, I’m fine, just a small injury!"

The young man kicked one of the black-clad men flying away, gasping as he replied.

Shen Qinglan always understood the danger of watching from the sidelines, yet seeing a high-level duel for the first time, she still took a risk to watch from the corner.

That young man was also quite stubborn, clearly seriously injured, yet still gripping the long sword in his hand to combat the black-clad men.

"Young master, hold on. Once I’ve dealt with these people, I’ll take you to the clinic!"

Judging by the young man’s words, the person in the carriage seemed to be an invalid.

However, from his voice, he seemed unaffected.

Having said that, the young man stepped on the carriage, used the long sword in his hand to block the scimitars coming at him in unison, and with a vigorous shout, flung several black-clad men flying away.

Shen Qinglan watched with excitement, when suddenly, a black-clad man landed at her feet.

She froze, but the black-clad man suddenly sprang up, his eyes fierce, slashing towards her with his scimitar without hesitation.

She lowered her body, dodging the black-clad man’s scimitar.

Clang—

The sound of the blade scraping against the wall rang above her head.

Seizing the opportunity, Shen Qinglan lifted her foot, and a muffled groan followed. The black-clad man immediately released the scimitar, clutching his groin, and began rolling on the snowy ground.

Seeing this, the other black-clad men no longer attacked the young man but instead all surrounded her.

Shen Qinglan’s breath caught, she cursed inwardly, and prepared to climb the wall and escape.

To her surprise, a bright flying dagger shot straight at her.

She leaned back, and the flying dagger whizzed over her head, embedding deeply into the wall.

As she got up, she saw several flying daggers coming towards her.

The attackers were not the group of black-clad men, but someone else.

Shen Qinglan swiftly executed a few somersaults, dodging those flying daggers.

However, though she avoided the flying daggers, the black-clad men had already reached her side.

This was indeed one misfortune after another!

Shen Qinglan gritted her teeth.

"Those who interfere with the affairs of the Heavenly Killer Sect, die!"

With a hoarse and elderly voice, the five black-clad men encircling her instantly made their move.

The voice came from the direction where the flying daggers had been launched.

Shen Qinglan didn’t have time to think, she swiftly dodged a scimitar slash from one of the black-clad men.

Retreating quickly to the wall, she kicked up the scimitar the black-clad man had dropped, catching it swiftly.

Meanwhile, the five black-clad men closed in once again.

She pushed off the wall with her foot, borrowing the momentum to leap gracefully over the heads of the five black-clad men.

As her feet touched the ground, several flying daggers came at her once more.

Shen Qinglan quickly used the scimitar in her hand to swipe away the incoming flying daggers and, glancing to the side, she saw the young man had already driven the carriage away from the scene.

In disbelief, she widened her eyes, feeling a pang of regret in her heart; indeed, one shouldn’t watch the excitement casually!

"You deal with this girl, I’ll chase him!"

With the elderly voice, Shen Qinglan saw a shadow flash across the rooftop not far away, then disappear into the snowy day.