Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

Lu Wushuang's hands were covered in blood, and tears streamed down her face.

She pressed hard on the deep, bone-revealing wound on Yang Guo's chest, stamping her feet in frustration.

"Cousin, don't just stand there, let's hurry up and carry our husband away!" Lu Wushuang wiped away her tears, her hands were all red.

Cheng Ying squatted down beside her and nodded.

She had just run down from the second floor of the inn, and her clothes were not properly arranged.

His outer garment was soaked in hot water and covered in sawdust and mud from running around, sticking to his shoulders, back, waist, and abdomen, making him look quite disheveled.

She was always very proper, but she couldn't care less about that now. She just pulled her clothes tighter and bent down to check Yang Guo's wounds.

The sword wound on Yang Guo's chest slanted from his left shoulder into his right abdomen. Although the wound was deep, it did not damage any vital joints. The truly troublesome thing was the Yin Meridian Sword Force that Leng Feng had unleashed.

Cheng Ying pressed two fingers against Yang Guo's wrist, and the pulse at the point of contact was sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

She had studied medicine with Huang Yaoshi, and although she couldn't be considered a master of medicine, she could still see that there were two streams of internal energy clashing within Yang Guo's body.

The journey was long and arduous, yet also violent.

The two streams of energy should have been keeping each other in check, but this time, the external yin energy broke through their barriers and began to run rampant in their meridians.

If left untreated, stopping the wound won't help; the internal organs will be damaged first.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Lu Wushuang became so anxious that her voice changed.

"Cousin, how is your husband?"

Cheng Ying suppressed her distracting thoughts and whispered, "He's still alive. But we can't delay any longer."

Lu Wushuang gritted her teeth and nodded, reaching out to support Yang Guo's right arm.

"Then let's go. Let's leave this street and find a quiet place to heal."

Cheng Ying supported Yang Guo on the other side.

Yang Guo's body was heavy, and although he had fainted, the remaining true energy in his body still protected him on its own.

As soon as the two women helped him up, they felt their palms go numb from the shock. It wasn't intentional resistance, but rather an instinctive backlash after his innate vital energy was damaged.

Cheng Ying reminded her in a low voice.

"Don't touch his dantian area. The qi there is extremely chaotic."

Lu Wushuang nodded with red eyes.

The two men, one on each side, supported Yang Guo's arms and helped him up from the ground.

A series of dragging footsteps echoed down the street.

Leng Feng climbed up from the bluestone slab. He spat out the black blood in his mouth, gripped his sword in his left hand, and walked step by step to the shop entrance.

His right shoulder was pierced by a single finger strike, and blood was still dripping down.

His left wrist was also injured by the palm force transmitted by Yang Guo's borrowed sword, with the tiger's mouth split open and the metacarpal bone displaced.

An ordinary martial arts practitioner would have long been unable to fight.

However, the innate and middle stages are ultimately different.

These people have already opened some of the vital energy channels, and their true energy can bypass the damaged meridians and continue through the side channels.

At this moment, Leng Feng used the Foot Shaoyin Meridian to suppress the surging blood and qi in his chest and abdomen, and forcibly lifted his sword with his left hand. Although he was injured on top of his injuries, he could still unleash three to five deadly moves in a short period of time.

He stared at Yang Guo, who was being supported by two women, his face twitching and his teeth grinding.

He had been in Tongguan for many years, where he had saved three groups of assassins, two ruthless bandits, and a Liaodong swordsman of unknown origin for the Prince's Mansion.

Wang Jian respected him greatly, and the warriors in the city would avoid him if they saw him.

Today, however, he lost both arms to a young man in his early twenties.

If Yang Guo were allowed to leave alive, he would have sealed that name away, and it would have become a laughing stock for others.

"Trying to leave?" Leng Feng gritted his teeth, raising his longsword with his left hand. "None of you three will leave this street alive today."

Lu Wushuang released Yang Guo's arm and drew the willow-leaf dagger from her waist.

Although she usually loved to bicker with Yang Guo, she showed no sign of backing down when faced with this situation.

She wandered the martial world since childhood, relying solely on her ruthlessness. Later, she learned the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing and Bone Strengthening Technique) from Yang Guo, which cured her leg ailment and significantly strengthened her internal energy.

Unfortunately, she had only been practicing for a short time.

No matter how good the foundation laid by the Nine Yin Manual is, it cannot bridge the gap in realm.

"You old dog, you've beaten my husband like this, I'll chop you to pieces!"

After Lu Wushuang finished cursing, he rushed out with his sword.

Her strike followed the straightest path in the Willow Leaf Blade Technique, the blade angled upwards, first targeting Leng Feng's left wrist, the one holding the sword, then swiftly cleaving his neck. The move wasn't particularly refined, but its strength lay in its speed, and it carried the intention of sacrificing one's life for another.

It was too late for Cheng Ying to stop her.

Leng Feng stood at the door without taking a step back, only lowering the tip of his sword.

When a master fights a novice, what they fear most is not complicated moves, but seeing through the root of the opponent's power.

Lu Wushuang landed heavily on his right foot, and his waist and hips moved first, thus revealing the path of his attack.

Without meeting the blade's edge, he lightly turned his left wrist, and the back of the sword slid in along the outside of the willow-leaf curved blade, striking the spine of the blade three inches away.

With a clanging sound.

Lu Wushuang's hands were jolted open, and the willow-leaf scimitar flew out of his hands, crashing into the stone steps on the side of the street before bouncing into the dust.

Even more deadly was that the sinister energy burrowed into her arm along the hilt of the knife. If Leng Feng had been at his peak, this strike would have been enough to shatter half of her arm.

Despite being severely injured and having less than 30% of his Yin energy remaining, Leng Feng still managed to force her back seven or eight steps, causing her to crash into the shop counter.

The wooden cabinet wobbled, and several porcelain jars rolled to the ground, shattering one after another.

Lu Wushuang slumped down under the counter, her chest tight and her throat sweet. She forced the blood back down and reached for the knife that had fallen outside.

Leng Feng drew his sword and stepped forward, his voice hoarse.

"With such limited skills, you dare to block my way. After I kill him, I'll take you back to the Prince's mansion. Whether the Prince rewards you or leaves you to him, it's better than dying here."

Lu Wushuang looked up and cursed, "If you dare touch me, my husband will chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs when he wakes up!"

Leng Feng smiled sinisterly.

"If he wakes up, he can come to find me."

Cheng Ying gently leaned Yang Guo against the wall and drew her long sword from her waist.

She stood in front of Lu Wushuang, blocking Leng Feng's approach.

Her clothes were disheveled, her hair was loose, and her outer garment had slipped half an inch off her shoulder, which she then pressed down with her hand.

Normally, she would never fight with outsiders in this state.

But with Yang Guo unconscious and Lu Wushuang suffering a setback, if she retreats again, the three of them will truly have no way out.

Cheng Ying held the sword in her right hand and made a sword incantation with her left.

Peach Blossom Island's martial arts do not emphasize brute force, but rather the interplay of orthodox and unorthodox techniques. The Jade Flute Swordplay originates from musical rhythms, and its sword strikes vary in speed and deception.

If used properly, it can influence a large situation with a small amount of effort.

Facing a master like Leng Feng at the Innate Realm, she has no chance of winning in a direct confrontation and can only stall.

The injury could not be suppressed until it was sealed off.

If we can stall until Yang Guo's internal energy returns to its proper place, even if it's only for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, it will be enough to turn the tide.

"Wushuang, step back. You are no match for him."

Lu Wushuang leaned against the counter to stand up, saying urgently, "Cousin, you can't beat him either!"

Cheng Ying did not turn around.

"Even if we can't win, we have to fight."

Leng Feng glanced at her a few times, his gaze lingering on her wet, disheveled clothes and tattered skirt, his words becoming even more vulgar.

"Young lady, you do have some guts. So this is what people from Peach Blossom Island are like. That fellow surnamed Yang taught you a lot about manners at the inn, didn't he? Why don't you find someone else to serve you? I, Leng, know how to be gentle."

The color drained from Cheng Ying's face.

She wouldn't argue with such people; she simply moved the tip of her sword forward half an inch.

This half-inch is right at the cold, sealed throat.