C4 Then die

Murong Ling had to ask about the flowers and plants along the way before she found out that there was a tunnel behind the fake mountain. She stuck the torch outside the cave, leaving some clues for the guards to follow before she carefully jumped down.

The group of men in black had indeed escaped from this place.

The tunnel was very long, and stretched all the way to the outskirts of the city. Under the dense and cold moonlight, the trees seemed to be covered in layers of shadow, and when Murong Ling placed her hand on the big tree at the entrance of the underground passage, a androgynous voice sounded out in her mind, "South."

Coincidentally, there was a hundred-year-old vine coiled around the tree. She yelled a crime and cut off a piece of it that was wrapped around her palm. She quickly ran towards the south and soon heard the sound of blades clashing.

She asked the surrounding trees, but their intelligence was too low, she was unable to identify the Prince Qin she was describing. What was even worse was that she was currently just an ordinary person without any cultivation. Even though she had hidden herself carefully, she had still been discovered.

Although he didn't know who was on the other side, he knew that the one attacking her was the enemy.

Seeing that the black clothed man had already pulled out his sword and was slashing towards her, Murong Ling did not retreat, but attacked instead, the vine in her hand was flung out by her, striking the black clothed man's sword.

At this moment, the moonlight shone brightly, clearly illuminating the mockery in the man in black's eyes. A tree vine versus a sword was no different from an egg versus a rock. This woman was insane.

As far as he was concerned, this unarmed woman was already a corpse.

However, in the next moment, his eyes widened in shock. His sword could not cut a single vine!

As if feeling that his surprise wasn't enough, green fibers sprouted out of the half-missing vines at a visible rate, instantly healing the wounds left by the sharp blades. They once again turned into a complete vine, only that it seemed to have become much more withered and yellow.

"Witch!"

In front of the unknown, the black-clothed man took a few steps back in fear. He couldn't even hold the sword firmly in his hand. "What kind of monster are you? Those tree vines ?"

What answered him was the flying rattan.

The long vine seemed to be alive as it quickly wrapped around his neck, and the air slowly began to withdraw until it became thin. The shocking suffocation caused his face to turn red and purple, and with a crack, his neck was broken by the long vine.

At the last moment, he saw the beautiful, immortal-like face of the woman beaming with a devilish smile. "Since you've already seen it, then die."

The other black-clothed men were all surprised to see her easily kill an assassin with strong martial arts skills. They charged in with seven or eight others to surround her, intending to end the battle quickly. However, they were destined to be disappointed.

Murong Ling mainly trained in the whip arts.

She used the long vines as whips to turn them into airtight cages, and skillfully used the whip techniques of cutting, sweeping, and twisting them. The black-clothed person only felt that the soft vines were as cold and hard as steel. Even though they were using weapons to break through the famous sword, they were still unable to break through her defense.

The more they fought, the more depressed they became. There were so many people who couldn't even take a single woman. This was simply an extraordinary shame and humiliation.

"Look, she can't hold on any longer."

Murong Ling was indeed starting to run out of energy.

She had just entered this body and had not even used 10% of her power in her previous life. She had also used her regeneration ability, so being able to persevere and survive was a long-lasting fighting instinct.

The black clothed man's attack became increasingly fierce. Very quickly, her defense was broken, and the sharp blade stabbed into her arm. Her hand trembled, and she almost lost her grip on the vine.

It was this flaw that allowed the others to find an opportunity. The dense, needle-like tip was thrusting towards her. If it was to land in the real world, she would only end up as a hedgehog.

Murong Ling laughed. In the forest, she had never been afraid of death.

She looked around at the surrounding trees. Just as she was about to use her trump card, she was pulled into a wide chest that was chilled to the brim. Then, she saw a flying streak of light.