Female Exorcist in Ming Dynasty

He jumped off his big horse and arrived in front of Lu Zhinan. With a sweep of the halberd, a strong gust of wind surged towards Lu Zhinan like a wave, causing mountains and seas to topple.

Lu Zhinan waved her cyan sword and blocked back. The cyan sword's flowing light shook the Marshal Wu's palm until it became numb.

Lu Zhinan roared, he wanted to use the cyan sword to cut apart the light, but the power of the light was extremely strong, it kept on suppressing him, making him unable to move.

The day they met, at the point where their lives intersected, fate had already been decided.

Lu Zhinan struggled as he crawled forward. He reached out his hands to grab onto Marshal Wu's ankles forcefully, preventing him from taking a step further.

The Marshal Wu's eyes were sharp like a torch as he stared at Lu Zhinan. He snorted in disgust and said, "You reckless brat, you dare to block this marshal's path?"

He raised his leg and kicked with all his might, shaking Lu Zhinan off. After that, he stomped on Lu Zhinan's hand and crushed him ruthlessly.

The pain on the back of his hand became more and more numbing. Lu Zhinan felt exhausted and couldn't hold on any longer. He bit his tongue hard, and the taste of blood in his mouth caused him to wake up a little.

He urged the true energy within his body again and again. He really wanted to move his feet, even if he could only stand up. He really wanted to shake both of his hands, even if it was just holding his cyan sword tightly. But he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, his body was still paralyzed on the ground, like a pool of stagnant water.

He was excited, he was furious, he was filled with hatred. All kinds of complicated emotions were mixed together. His primal instincts unleashed a terrifying force, like a raging flame. A scorching aura surged and spread inside his heart.

The shackles of the eight extraordinary meridians were unknowingly broken. A barely detectable crisp sound rang out from within his Dantian, and a golden light suddenly appeared. It was extremely slender, like a tiny sprout that had broken out.

A ray of white light flew from the sky and headed straight for Marshal Wu, releasing a cold Qi.

Marshal Wu's face changed, he immediately retreated two steps and blocked with both hands, forcibly blocking this move.

A white and a green figure flew down, and the familiar sound caused Lu Zhinan's spirit to rise.

"Young duke."

Lu Zhinan felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart.

Qingyuan ran over to Lu Zhinan's side. His miserable appearance caused Qingyuan's eyes to turn red. She choked with sobs, "Young Marquis, how did you get so injured? Aunt Yu Ming, come and see the young duke. "

Yu Ming crouched down and touched Lu Zhinan's pulse, her face congealed. After a while, she took out a brown pill and fed it to Lu Zhinan, and said to Qing Li: "He is heavily injured, but his life is not in danger. What about the vast land? "Where is she?"

Qing Yuan quickly pointed behind her: "Heavenly Master Fang is inside the house."

Qing Yuan's heart tensed up, to be able to become the Yin Master Marshal, the commander of the troops must not be simple, and now that Fang Miaomiao's life was at stake, she was afraid that the Marshal Wu was taking advantage of someone.

Qing Yuan thought for a moment, then said: "Aunt Yu Ming, saving a life is like saving a fire. Quickly go and take a look at Heavenly Master Fang, I'll be supporting you here."

The Marshal Wu was like a tiger watching its prey. Yu Ming was also worried that something might happen to it, so he pursed his lips and said, "Alright, be careful then."

With a flash of white light, Yu Ming's figure leapt into the room.

Seeing that, Marshal Wu knew it was Fang Miaomiao's helper, and laughed: "Who do I think it is? So it was just a bird, a flower. Why are the subordinates of the Heavenly Master Fang such a motley crowd? "

Qingyuan's gaze turned cold, and a pair of geese feathers appeared in her hands. She said, "We'll only know if it's because we're unable to make it onto the stage."

In an instant, the green kite was like a gust of wind, rampaging through the land as it flew towards Marshal Wu.

Marshal Wu held the halberd in his hand. With a "peng" sound, the double hooks on Yan Ling had been hit by the halberd. Qingyuan had to take three steps back to stabilize his body.

The Marshal Wu disdainfully said: "You can't even take one blow."

As he said that, he waved the halberd around like a wind and fire wheel. Qingyuan excelled in agility cultivation techniques. This kind of head-on clash was extremely strenuous for her.

With the disturbance from the Marshal Wu's halberd, the wild goose feathers hook in Qingyuan's hands flew out for more than ten meters before crashing onto the ground.

Marshal Wu looked up to the sky and laughed, then said: "You've lost already, why aren't you admitting defeat?"

Qingyuan raised her hand to wipe away the traces of blood on the corner of her lips. With a cold smile on her face, she said, "You can kill us, but we won't admit defeat."

"Qingyuan, well said."

Fang Miaomiao stood at the door, the gloomy light and shadow seemed to carve on her face, her face was pale white, even her lips were no color, her eyes were deep and profound like a spring.

Qing Yuan was overjoyed, her voice resounding as she shouted, "Heavenly Master Fang!"

Qingyuan trusted Fang Miaomiao a lot, partly because of her strength, but also because of her personality. In fact, in her heart, Qingyuan believed that there were no enemies that Fang Miaomiao couldn't handle.

Marshal Wu's face changed drastically as he said in disbelief: "Heavenly Master Fang!"

Marshal Wu also understood Fang Miaomiao's strength very well. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, to be able to hook Fang Miaomiao's soul in one go, and destroy her soul to seek revenge for her different surname brother. Who would have thought that after being entangled by these two little friends, Fang Miaomiao had actually woken up.

Marshal Wu thought back to what he had just done, it would be weird if Fang Miaomiao let him go.

Fang Miaomiao walked to Lu Zhinan's side and squatted down. His face was ashen, and her head was limp at the side. Her eyebrows were knitted unconsciously, and a painful expression appeared on his face. She raised her hand and grabbed a strand of Lu Zhinan's hair. His hair was burnt and had a white hue, like grass that had been withered in the autumn wind.

Fang Miaomiao's gaze fell on the center of Lu Zhinan's forehead. There were three bean-sized black spots there, and the tip of her finger gently caressed his forehead. It was precisely in the midst of this half conscious and half unconscious chaos that Lu Zhinan felt that his skin was ice-cold, causing Lu Zhinan to suddenly have a very familiar feeling.