"tear!"
The sound of clothes tearing came from inside, and the two monks outside looked at each other and laughed.
In the room, the man held the scraps of cloth torn from Leng Shuang in his hand, took them to his nose and sniffed them deeply, his eyes fixed on her exposed white skin, his face intoxicated: "The clothes worn by a beauty are also fragrant."
Leng Shuang had no expression on his face, not even a flicker of emotion. His clothes were taken off, and he didn't even use any weapons. Otherwise, the blow just now would not have only cut his neck, but would have taken his life!
However, if it were the master, I believe the man would have been dead in one move. The master does not need weapons to kill people. It seems that she still needs to learn the skill of killing people with bare hands from the master.
"Beauty, let's play again. I don't believe you can stay so calm all the time." The man said, and attacked Leng Shuang again. Leng Shuang simply picked up a vase next to her and smashed it at her. The man dodged the vase and it shattered onto the ground.
She went forward without dodging, and the two exchanged a few moves. Her clothes on the left shoulder were torn again, and the clothes on her body seemed to be torn off by the man, revealing a large area of snow-white skin. Even the spring scenery on her chest was vaguely visible. She seemed to be unsteady and fell towards the broken vase. Her arm scratched the fragments on the ground and blood oozed out.
"Look at you, why are you so careless? Are you hurt?" The man frowned, and felt distressed when he saw the snow-white skin being cut and bleeding. However, his eyes were fixed on the beautiful chest. He swallowed and his breathing became heavier.
Leng Shuang raised her eyes and watched him approaching. The next moment, she jumped up and threw herself at the man. The man smiled softly, not taking it seriously. He didn't dodge and even put his arms around her. But at this moment, his body froze and his eyes widened in disbelief.
Fresh red blood oozed from the throat. The blood vessels were cut. Even if the man tried to cover his mouth with his hands, he couldn't stop the blood that was gushing out like a spring. He let go of Leng Shuang and staggered back, pointing at her with wide eyes.
Leng Shuang threw away the blood-stained vase fragments in her hand, looked at the man coldly, gathered her clothes, and said, "Remember, the person who killed you is called Leng Shuang."
"Bang!"
The man fell to the ground, unable to close his eyes until his death. He never imagined that a small Xuan cultivator, whom he looked down upon, could actually kill him, a dignified Jindan cultivator.
How could he know that Leng Shuang learned how to kill from Feng Jiu. Without a weapon, she could kill once, but as long as she had a sharp blade, she could take someone's life at any time!
Leng Shuang quickly took off the man's Qiankun bag, found her own Qiankun bag inside, and took out a dagger from it. At this moment, the two Jindan cultivators outside noticed something was wrong and pushed open the door and came in.
When they smelled the blood in the house and saw the man lying between the inner and outer rooms, the two Jindan cultivators' eyes narrowed and they immediately attacked Leng Shuang.
Leng Shuang killed the Jindan cultivator by catching him off guard and taking advantage of his distraction. However, the two Jindan cultivators attacked her head-on, and she could not withstand their fierce murderous intent at all.