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Chapter 119 Dark Currents Break Through the Sky

Tick.

Crimson drops of blood fell to the ground.

An Lan's fingers stopped trembling, and the wounds on them had healed.

"Doomsday Martial Arts Manual" is a martial art derived from "Sacred Heart Manual". Even though it focuses more on destructive power, it still inherits the characteristic of strong vitality.

"Heroine! What grudge do you hold against me?!"

The guard's gruesome death terrified Lü Qinghou, who broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly sought a way to reconcile: "If you're short of money, I can give you a thousand, no, ten thousand taels of gold!"

An'an, you're really amazing.

Sima Ling was completely relieved.

A series of footsteps could be heard in the distance, and the flickering flames indicated that the patrolling guards, carrying torches, were rushing to the main courtyard.

"Sorry, the road ahead is blocked."

Sima Ling raised her curved sword. "Everyone, please leave."

But these guards would never turn back, and a bloody battle was inevitable.

"I am an official appointed by the imperial court. No matter what school or sect you belong to, you'd better think carefully about the price of killing me!"

"You cannot withstand the wrath of the imperial court!"

An Lan ignored Lü Qinghou's pleas for mercy, treating them as mere whispers in the wind; she was now a ruthless female assassin.

I am the devil!

An Lan mentally added drama to her own life, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being feared and dreaded.

But on the surface, she remains a ruthless female assassin.

Seeing that the assassins were unmoved, Lü Qinghou waved his hand forward, "All of you, attack together!"

After saying that, he turned and went back into the house.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows; how could someone as afraid of death as him not leave himself a way out?

Even if three Wudang disciples who had previously visited Chu Xiang joined forces, they would not be able to defeat nine top-tier masters working together; they would have no choice but to avoid the situation.

Lu Qinghou's request was very simple: just help him stall for a while.

He was very confident and turned to go inside the house to leave through the secret passage.

Knowing their duty, the guards did not rush forward to fight, but instead stood in a row to block An Lan's advance.

Facing the nine people in front of her, An Lan gently raised her hand.

"Master, you're just watching."

Her voice was faint, so faint that only she herself could hear it, and so faint that only Sheng Wansong could hear it.

The moves he had painstakingly researched and created were unleashed at this moment.

An Lan stretched out her hands and spread her five fingers.

Most of the body's internal energy gushed out from the fingertips.

The pitch-black internal energy blended perfectly into the night, swirling and surging forward, but instead of attacking the guard in front of him, it hovered around him.

The guards, clad in gleaming silver armor, were on high alert and initially remained unaware.

But suddenly, they discovered countless dark shadows reflected in the candlelight from the silver armor.

"You feel so light?"

By the time I realized it, it was too late.

Their feet had left the ground, and their entire bodies were floating in the air.

The foundation of all martial arts is the ability to establish a stable base; any move requires a stable lower body.

As they floated into the air, they panicked and exerted their strength haphazardly, causing their bodies to tilt to one side or the other, and even turn completely upside down, leaving them with no means of resistance.

"The Third Form of the Doomsday Martial Arts Manual—Dark Current Sky Break!"

An Lan slowly uttered the name of the move.

Sheng Wansong watched from afar, nodding secretly, "Not bad."

The inspiration for this move must have come from the battle between Huang and Hanma.

Fan Ma's punch created a gust of wind, which blew Huang into the air.

An Lan's strength was not as great as Fan Ma's, but Fan Ma's attack was the real purpose, and making Huang rise was just an accident.

Anlan, on the other hand, intended to disturb the airflow and make people float.

In this world, unless one reaches the level of a celestial being, any martial art that causes one to float in the air without cause will result in the loss of 90% of its power.

Although this move has drawbacks such as a long wind-up and high energy consumption, these can be improved in the future.

The important thing is its effect; it has indeed met Sheng Wansong's requirements for Anlan's innovative approach.

"My maid Anlan truly possesses the bearing of an emperor."

He had estimated that it would take An Lan three years to develop three moves, but the opponent developed two moves in just one month. It was clear that motivation was the key to progress.

Judging from the number of moves, this is the third move; there was another move created before it.

The first move was to defeat the Seven Star Point Kill created by the Ghost-Seeing Sorrow of Dawang Village.

This third move comes from Wudang Mountain, so the second move must have come before that.

Sheng Wansong began to look forward to An Lan's second move.

An Lan, standing in the arena, watched the few people who had lost the ability to resist and were waiting to be slaughtered.

Lu Qinghou had already escaped, so she had no time to waste and immediately activated her power again.

An Lan flipped her palms over, palms facing the ground, and pressed down hard.

"A hidden meteor falls."

All the dark internal energy spreading in the air converged above, and the guards who were still floating stopped instantly, as the feeling of gravity surged into their bodies again.

The next moment, all the internal force was poured down. The guards, who were already heavy in their heavy armor, were now subjected to external pressure, making them look like meteors falling to the ground and creating small craters.

They curled up, huddled motionless in the pit.

He had clearly died from shattered bones and internal bleeding.

This move can only be considered an extension of the Dark Current Sky Break; Sheng Wansong would not admit that it is a completely new move.

Hopefully, Anlan shares the same view.

With a single move, An Lan killed all the elite guards. He then circulated his internal energy to recover and subconsciously glanced back.

Sima Ling stood guard at the door, refusing to retreat an inch, confronting all the guards who tried to cross the threshold.

Several corpses lay at her feet.

Sima Ling herself also sustained some injuries.

These guards, chosen by Lü Qinghou to serve as household guards, were naturally quite skilled. Even if they weren't as good as the ten men An Lan faced, they were still elite soldiers.

Despite being injured, Sima Ling was even more excited and filled with fighting spirit.

The guards looked at each other, none of them daring to step forward.

If it were Ye's army, they would naturally not dare to delay for fear of something happening to Ye Pengju.

But since the people of the Lü family army are risking their lives for Lü Qinghou, let's just forget about it.

After only one glance, An Lan turned and rushed towards the main room to continue her pursuit of Lü Qinghou.

The dancers in the courtyard breathed a sigh of relief as the god of death left.

But looking towards the main entrance, there was still one person blocking the way.

Suddenly, I felt like crying but had no tears left.

Sima Ling noticed this scene and thought of the Qingmu Painting Boat's ambition to protect vulnerable women throughout the world.

"Gentlemen, since General Lü has already escaped, there's no point in us continuing to fight."

"How about I step aside and let these women leave? You won't make things difficult for them, okay?"

This action was not only to save lives, but also to buy time.

These women looked so pitiful that the guards agreed.

Sima Ling turned to the side and gestured for the dancers to pass.

Sudden.

The third dancer who passed by her suddenly brandished a silver dagger and stabbed Sima Ling in the abdomen.

Sima Ling, sensing the danger, struggled to swipe her knife and clear the way.

But then another silver thorn pierced his back from behind.

In excruciating pain, she lost her strength. The dancer in front of her, with a cold expression, stabbed her in the stomach again and stirred violently.

Hidden among the dancers were personal guards, a scene that even the guards hadn't anticipated.

The dancer frowned, pulled out the silver dagger, wiped the blood off her hands with a handkerchief, and urged, "What are you standing there for! Hurry up and chase after them!"

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