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

Leng Feng's laughter abruptly stopped, and he thrust out a sword with his left hand.

His swordplay is unpretentious, yet deadly.

The sword tip is delivered from the center line, with two wrist presses along the way, concealing three variations.

If Cheng Ying were to dodge to the left, the sword's edge could slice through her shoulder. If she were to dodge to the right, the sword's energy could seal her waist and abdomen.

If she retreats, Leng Feng will take the opportunity to bypass her and kill Yang Guo first.

Cheng Ying understood this, and therefore did not back down.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, turned her body to the side, and the longsword slid along the lower edge of the cold-sealed blade.

When the two swords clashed, she did not try to block with all her might. Instead, she used the technique of deflecting force from Peach Blossom Island to deflect the opponent's sword by several inches. Then, she used the momentum of her spinning body to counterattack and seal her left wrist.

This move was executed flawlessly.

If Leng Feng were an ordinary first-rate martial artist, his left wrist would have been severed.

But Leng Feng merely lowered his wrist slightly, and with a reverse press of his longsword, the spine of the blade intercepted Cheng Ying's sword. Immediately, he shuddered his shoulder, forcibly activating the internal energy in his dantian despite his injury, and a surge of yin energy erupted from the sword.

Cheng Ying felt a numbness in her palm, and the longsword almost slipped from her hand.

Using the momentum, she flipped backward, stepping on the collapsed cabinet with her toes, and moved sideways to Leng Feng's side and behind him, stabbing at his right shoulder wound with her backhand.

Leng Feng lowered his brows.

His right shoulder was injured, which was his weakness. Cheng Ying's sword strike was not intended to kill, but only to aggravate the old wound and cause his true energy to leak out.

This woman is not only skilled with a sword, but also knows how to assess situations.

Leng Feng shifted his left foot, crushing the broken porcelain on the ground into powder. Without turning around, he thrust his longsword backward from under his armpit, the tip aimed straight for Cheng Ying's lower abdomen.

This move deviated from the usual way of using a sword, but it suited the ruthlessness of his left-handed sword.

Cheng Ying could only parry with her sword.

The two then began to fight inside the cramped shop.

The street was wide, allowing the cold, sealed sword energy to unfold.

The numerous beams, pillars, counters, and shelves inside the shop actually limited his ability to exert his strength.

Cheng Ying used these obstacles to move around, sometimes stepping on cabinets, sometimes circling pillars. She used the Falling Flower Body Technique to its fullest extent, her sword moves were light and agile, and she specifically targeted the cold-sealed wounds.

She doesn't want to win.

She's going to wait it out.

Leng Feng also saw through her plan.

Every time he channeled his inner energy into his left arm, he felt a needle-like pain in his wrist, and the wound on his right shoulder would reopen.

The force left by Yang Guo's One-Finger Divine Skill is very strange. It doesn't dissipate after entering the flesh, but blocks the edge of the meridians, specifically hindering the return of true qi.

In addition, his left arm was injured by the Heart-Shattering Palm, so every moment he lingered brought him one step closer to falling into the abyss.

They were unwilling to delay the process of sealing off the area.

He suddenly revealed a weakness, leaving his left side wide open.

Cheng Ying reacted swiftly, thrusting her sword three inches below her left rib.

That's the Zhangmen acupoint, which connects to the liver and spleen. Once it's punctured, even Leng Feng, with his innate cultivation, won't be able to withstand it.

Just as the sword tip was about to strike, Leng Feng bent his left knee, and the long sword rose up close to the ground.

This is not a defensive move.

He was using himself to lure the enemy.

Cheng Ying sensed something was wrong, but it was too late to sheathe her sword.

The cold, sealed sword deflected her longsword, its energy sweeping diagonally across her skirt.

The fabric ripped, and a bloody gash appeared on the side of the knee where the sword's wind had struck.

Cheng Ying stepped back in pain, but her foot landed on broken porcelain, causing her to stagger half a step.

In a battle between masters, half a step is enough.

Leng Feng followed up with seven sword strikes in quick succession.

Each sword strike was light, designed only to force her to move.

Cheng Ying was forced to change positions repeatedly, and the center line she had been holding was gradually pushed away.

By the seventh sword strike, the cabinet behind her was broken, and her escape route was blocked.

Lu Wushuang grabbed a shard of porcelain from the ground and was about to rush over.

Cheng Ying shouted, "Don't come any closer!"

In that moment of distraction, Leng Feng seized the opportunity and thrust his longsword straight at Cheng Ying's chest.

Cheng Ying parried with her sword.

As the two swords clashed, Cheng Ying felt her arm sink half a foot.

Leng Feng did not release sword energy outwards with this sword strike; instead, he concentrated all his true power on the sword itself.

The foundation of a mid-stage Innate Realm cultivator was revealed in this move; even though he was severely injured, it was not something a first-rate martial artist could withstand.

A snap.

The long sword in Cheng Ying's hand broke in half.

The force slammed into her chest, a metallic taste filled her throat, and blood gushed from her lips. She was thrown backward, crashing into half a cabinet before landing amidst the splinters of wood.

Her clothes were disheveled, and her outer garment was torn open by the corner of the cabinet, revealing her waist, abdomen, and the sides of her legs.

She raised her hand to gather it, but the movement aggravated her internal injuries, causing her fingertips to freeze in mid-air, her face filled with pain and shame.

Lu Wushuang rushed to her side, trying to help her up.

"cousin!"

Cheng Ying whispered, "Don't help him up, check on him first."

She was referring to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo leaned against the wall, his eyes still closed, his chest rising and falling very lightly.

Beneath his clothing, one could vaguely discern alternating shades of red and black; though his breathing was disordered, it had not completely dissipated.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Ying secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the innate primordial energy bead remains intact, there is still hope.

Leng Feng did not take the opportunity to finish off his opponent.

He knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his sword in his left hand, and spat out black blood.

The sword strike just now forcibly mobilized the true energy in his dantian to suppress the old injury, but it also drew out the palm force that Yang Guo had left in his body.

The palm strike traveled against the flow of energy along his left arm, striking near his chest and abdomen, causing his blood and qi to churn. Had it not been for his still-standing foundation as a mid-stage Innate Realm cultivator, he would have collapsed by now.

Leng Feng took a few breaths, looked up at Cheng Ying who had fallen to the ground, and then at Yang Guo who was not far away.

He knew he couldn't delay any longer.

If this drags on any longer, even if we kill these three, our cultivation will be severely diminished.

He gritted his teeth, drew his sword, and tried to stand up, but as soon as his left knee left the ground, his internal energy became chaotic. The tip of his sword scraped half a foot across the ground before he could barely steady himself.

Cheng Ying also sat up, leaning against the broken cabinet.

She felt a sharp pain in her chest; her broken sword was reduced to half, and her right hand was numb, making it difficult for her to fight any longer. Yet, she still held the broken sword horizontally in front of her, blocking Lu Wushuang.

Lu Wushuang supported Cheng Ying with one hand and reached for the side of her boot with the other.

There lay a short dagger, a habit she'd developed while traveling the martial world. Though short, it had been coated with common anesthetic, originally intended only for self-defense. Her fingers touched the hilt, and a ruthless glint appeared in her eyes.

Cold sealing didn't notice this detail.

He focused all his attention on Yang Guo.

Yang Guo is the real threat.

Once Yang Guo dies, even if the two women still have the strength, they won't be able to cause any trouble.

Leng Feng, carrying his sword, moved forward step by step.

With each step, a drop of blood fell to the ground. No one dared to approach the long street outside the shops; the people behind the cracks in the doors held their breath, and even the sound of copper coins rolling off the shelves could be clearly heard.

Cheng Ying gripped the broken sword, intending to get up and stop him, but she only stood halfway before falling back down.

Lu Wushuang whispered, "Cousin, don't move."

Cheng Ying looked at her.

Lu Wushuang didn't explain, but simply moved her body half an inch to the side, concealing the short dagger on the side of her boot under her skirt.

She is waiting.

Wait until the cold seal is closer.

Leng Feng forcibly suppressed the churning in his chest and said coldly, "Two girls, I'll remember you today. It's a pity you've followed the wrong person."

Cheng Ying did not reply.

Lu Wushuang didn't curse either.

The two women sat and knelt, Yang Guo leaned against the wall unconscious, and Leng Feng stood leaning on his sword. The four of them were only a few feet apart, yet none of them could easily make a move.

The cold seal caused severe damage.

Cheng Ying was seriously injured.

Lu Wushuang's arm was injured by the Yin energy, making it difficult for him to even hold a knife.

Yang Guo's fate remains uncertain.

The room was filled with the smell of blood, the dampness of hot water, and a mixture of sawdust and dust. The broken sword in the corner was still swaying slightly, the residual true energy on its blade gradually dissipating.

Leng Feng tried to step forward again, but spat out a mouthful of black blood and knelt on the ground.

Cheng Ying could no longer suppress her injuries, and the bloodstains on her lips became even deeper.

The two fought to a standstill, resulting in both of them being severely injured.