Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The expressions on the faces of the beautiful nun Changzhen and the wicked monk Fanan were as interesting as could be.

The two had barely entered the blue stone archway in the front yard, and before they could even lure away the guards, they were met head-on by a row of dark gun barrels.

The musketeer battalion soldiers lined up in three rows.

The front row squats, the middle row kneels, and the back row stands.

Three hundred muskets were all pointed at her head.

Fanan followed Changzhen across the threshold, the fine steel dagger in his hand still gleaming coldly in the moonlight. When he looked up and saw this scene, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"Damn it..."

He hadn't even finished speaking.

The sound of heavy iron wheels rolling over bluestone slabs echoed from both sides of the courtyard wall.

The soldiers pushed out the six powerful heavy cannons from the hidden compartment.

The cannon's muzzle was so thick that a grown man's head could fit inside it, and the cannon was covered with inscriptions from the research institute, gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen under the torchlight.

Chang Zhen almost dropped the whisk in his hand.

On her face, which was covered in makeup, the smile looked more like a grimace.

"The persecution of the Dharma... this seems to be different from what Uncle-Master Pi said?"

Fa Nan swallowed hard and gripped the steel staff in his hand tightly.

"Shut up, I fucking figured it out!"

He had broken into the mansions of high-ranking officials before, but which royal palace would have six siege cannons in its courtyard?

This is a damn thing for defending the city!!!

The two of them instinctively stepped back; they couldn't win, they simply couldn't win.

The musketeer battalion's formation suddenly split in the middle.

A figure slowly walked out from behind the army formation.

The newcomer wore a mask of a ferocious demon with blue faces and fangs, revealing only a pair of extremely cold eyes.

Those eyes were so cold that they revealed no emotion whatsoever.

He was holding a sword in his hand.

However, the blade was just a piece of unsharpened iron, and there wasn't even any rope wrapped around the hilt, making it look extremely rough.

Ghost Sword, A Fei, is the number one assassin in the Luo Wang organization.

Lin Pingzhi somehow managed to bring A Fei, who had mastered the Ruthless Sword, into the Luo Wang organization, and now A Fei is the face of the Luo Wang organization.

If it weren't for this person staying in Sichuan, Lin Pingzhi wouldn't have felt comfortable going to Shandong himself.

This simple, even shabby, iron longsword, reflected light in the torchlight, made the hairs on the back of Changzhen and Fa Nan's necks stand on end.

Chang Zhen has seen many swordsmen.

Some use soft swords, some use heavy swords, and some use dual swords.

Every swordsman exudes an aura, whether sharp or sinister.

But the man wearing the demon mask in front of them had nothing on him.

There was no imposing presence, no murderous intent, and even his breathing was so light it was almost inaudible.

Just like the sword in his hand, it was simple to the extreme, and pure to the extreme.

Chang Zhen's eyelids started twitching.

Fa Nan's hand, gripping the knife, trembled slightly. Neither of them noticed that they had already lost heart before the battle even began.

The person stopped in their tracks.

Afei's iron longsword pointed diagonally at the bluestone ground, reflecting a sliver of cold light.

"Make your move now."

His voice came from behind the mask, cold and wooden.

"Either die now."

A flash of furious rage crossed Fa Nan's fierce face.

"What a charlatan!"

He took a sudden step forward, and the bluestone floor shattered and caved in under his foot.

The steel staff swung in a semi-circle under the moonlight, creating a violent shockwave that struck straight at A-Fei's head!

The evil monk's reputation was not for nothing.

This staff has at least a thousand catties of force; it could split even an iron plate in two.

Chang Zhen made a move at the same time that Fa Nan was about to make his move.

With a flick of her wrist, the pink ribbon soaked in deadly poison scattered in the air, transforming into dozens of pink shockwaves that flanked A-Fei from both sides.

The ribbon twisted and tangled in the air, sealing off all his space to dodge.

The two worked together seamlessly, one launching a frontal assault while the other blocked their path from the side.

This is a killer move they honed through countless battles fought side by side.

Ah Fei stood still.

Beneath the demon mask, the eyes, devoid of any emotion, reflected the ever-approaching glint of the blade and the ribbon.

Just as the staff was less than three feet from his head...

Ah Fei moved.

No one saw clearly how he drew his sword.

The iron longsword drew a white arc in the air, so fast that everyone present only saw a fleeting afterimage.

scoff!

A sharp tearing sound rang out—the sound of a sword slicing through silk.

The dense pink ribbon-like aura in mid-air was as fragile as paper in the face of the white sword light, and was neatly torn apart.

The broken ribbon fragments fluttered down.

Chang Zhen's pupils suddenly contracted.

She wanted to take the ribbon back.

But it was too late.

The sword light that severed the silk net did not pause at all, slicing diagonally across the back of Fa Nan's fine steel staff, the blade sparking as it scraped against the blade.

Then, with perfect precision, it struck the wrist of the man holding the knife.

puff!

A muffled thud.

The sword tip pierced the wrist and emerged from the back of the hand.

Fa Nan only felt a chill in his right hand.

The monk's staff fell onto the bluestone slab with a clatter.

He looked down and saw a bloody hole in his wrist, with blood gushing out.

The screams hadn't even been uttered yet.

Ah Fei has already sheathed his sword.

The iron longsword pointed diagonally at the ground again, and the drop of blood on the tip slid down the blade, splashing a small flower of blood on the ground.

The entire process takes only one breath.

The three hundred musketeer soldiers watched this scene without daring to even breathe.

This is the prince's top assassin; he can't even see the opponent's sword clearly. Luckily, he's one of our own.

Chang Zhen got goosebumps all over her body.

Her back was soaked with cold sweat.

What kind of sword technique is this?

Has it gotten that fast?

There were no moves, no sword techniques, and you couldn't even sense the opponent's internal energy fluctuations.

It's simply fast.

The kind of speed that is fast to the extreme.

Fa Nan clutched his bleeding wrist, large beads of cold sweat rolling down his forehead, and a low groan escaped his throat.

Chang Zhen stared at A Fei, and her tone of voice changed.

"Who are you? When did the Qin Prince's mansion ever have someone like you?"

Ah Fei did not answer her.

Those emotionless eyes looked at Chang Zhen, and the tip of the iron longsword was slightly raised.

Chang Zhen felt a chill run down her spine.

She had no doubt that the next sword would pierce her throat.

A loud bang suddenly came from the direction of the backyard.

That was the clash of true energy between Bi Shouxuan and Xiao Feng.

The ground of the entire Qin Prince's mansion was trembling slightly.

Taking advantage of the loud noise, Chang Zhen retreated rapidly, simultaneously throwing out three poisoned silver needles aimed at A Fei's face.

With a casual flick of his longsword, Afei knocked away all three silver needles.

The firelight flickered a few times in the night before disappearing.

Chang Zhen had already taken advantage of this gap to pull Fa Nan, who was on the ground, seven or eight zhang away.

Unfortunately, the Qin army had already arrived and surrounded them, so the two had no choice but to continue their standoff with Afei.

……

Over there in the warm pavilion.

Bian Bufu was crouching low, pressed against the shadows of the wall, and tiptoed toward the brightly lit room.

A woman's slender silhouette was projected onto the window paper.