Song Qingshu found it strange. Earlier, when she had stood still, he had not been able to see clearly. Now, riding the wind through the air, she displayed her graceful, alluring figure before everyone.
Compared to the sanctity of a true fairy, this woman's figure was far too devilish. She felt more like a seductive enchantress. Though she wore a flowing white dress, the standard attire of a fairy in novels, Song Qingshu felt that her bearing was more bewitching.
Even Song Qingshu, who had seen countless peerless beauties, was somewhat entranced, let alone those bandits of the Zhongyi Army who had been driven half-mad after spending every day in the mountains. Seeing her voluptuous, enticing curves, their eyes lit up. The same thought arose in all of them: This trip had not been in vain. Not only did they have Yue Buqun's wife and daughter to enjoy, but now there was also such a superb beauty!
Noticing the lecherous looks in their eyes, the mysterious woman's gaze turned cold. The moment she landed, she became a wisp of green smoke. Miserable screams rang out one after another, and in the blink of an eye, the bandits beside Ning Zhongze and her daughter had fallen to the ground, utterly motionless. They were clearly dead beyond doubt.
Song Qingshu clicked his tongue inwardly. She was a rose with thorns. But what shocked him even more was the lightness skill she had displayed—it was clearly Lingbo Weibu! He had seen Duan Yu use it before, so he recognized it.
Could she be Li Qiushui? After considering it, Li Qiushui was the first person who came to Song Qingshu's mind. In the present age, among women who knew Lingbo Weibu and possessed such high martial arts, she was the most likely candidate. But