Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Fa Nan clutched his bleeding sword wound, panting heavily, and clenched his teeth as he looked at the man wearing a demon mask.

He tore off a corner of his chest and gathered his breath, causing his muscles to bulge.

He gripped the steel staff with both hands, swung it around, creating a gust of wind, and swept it directly towards Ah Fei's neck.

"Chang Zhen! What are you standing there for?!"

Seeing this, Chang Zhen pulled out a pink ribbon soaked in venom from her waist.

She flicked her right wrist repeatedly, causing the ribbon to transform into dozens of afterimages in mid-air and pierce straight ahead, aiming at three major acupoints on Ah Fei's upper body: Tanzhong, Jianjing, and Tiantu.

The two men positioned themselves on either side of A-Fei, effectively blocking all of his escape routes.

Afei stared calmly at the oncoming steel staff head, only slightly tilting his body to the right.

He took a half-step back, his heel scraping the ground, and the heavy staff fell beside his shoulder, slamming heavily onto the ground beside him.

Several pieces of rock were knocked away, and Afei twisted his wrist as he dodged.

The slender iron sword gleamed faintly in the moonlight, its blade rising from below at an extremely tricky angle.

With extreme precision, it sliced ​​across the right wrist joint of Fa Nan. The sound of flesh being cut was extremely faint, and Fa Nan only felt a coolness in his wrist!

Looking down, I realized that my right hand was still clasped on the handle of the cane.

The part that connected to his palm had been neatly severed, and red blood gushed out uncontrollably, splattering onto his sweat-covered face.

The suffering caused by the Dharma was so intense that he cried out in pain.

"Ugh, ahhhhh... my hand... my hand!!"

Chang Zhen felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at Fa Nan's severed arm, which was spurting blood. It was too fast.

She screamed loudly.

"I'm going to kill you...you monster!"

Chang Zhen's veins bulged on the back of his hand, and he pressed almost all his true energy into the strip of cloth, making the taut pink cloth pierce straight into A Fei's back.

Ah Fei didn't even turn his head; he had already figured out the two men's tactics.

He slung the longsword behind his back and flicked his wrist twice.

The edge of the iron sword sliced ​​into the center of the intersecting strips of cloth with exceptional smoothness, without any resistance. The taut strips of cloth instantly lost their strength.

The broken pink fabric scraps fell slowly, and Chang Zhen was so frightened that her face turned pale.

In a panic, he tried to pull back the remaining half of the cloth to protect himself, while desperately pulling his feet back.

But she couldn't keep up with him at all. Ah Fei had already turned around a step ahead of her, staring coldly at her face, which was contorted with fear.

The arm holding the sword swung horizontally across the air.

The narrow tip of the sword grazed the surface of Chang Zhen's throat, leaving a very thin red mark.

Chang Zhen abruptly stopped in her retreating steps!

She opened her mouth wide, trying to breathe and speak, but found that all the air escaped from her leaky throat, and she could only make a slight cracking sound.

He hurriedly raised both hands to press on the wound on his neck.

Large amounts of blood foam mixed with bubbles continued to seep out from between his fingers, quickly soaking his clothes and the fabric on his chest.

His body involuntarily staggered backward twice, his eyes wide open, his mouth opening and closing incessantly, before he lost his balance and fell onto the stone slab on the ground.

Fa Nan sat on the ground, clutching his bleeding arm, and witnessed the entire scene.

His massive blood loss left his face completely pale, and he collapsed there, utterly exhausted, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

"You devil...you..."

Afei leveled the tip of his sword and stepped forward. His soft-soled cloth shoes made little noise as he walked on the ground. He stopped in front of the slumped-down Fa Nan.

Looking at the other person's face contorted in pain, he slowly raised his right hand.

"Wait...wait, don't kill me...I have an eighty-year-old mother and a newborn child, please spare me..."

The slender iron piece pierced the skull effortlessly, penetrating the ventricle and protruding a short distance from the back of the head.

Fa Nan could no longer utter a sound.

His mouth was wide open as he stopped convulsing, and his unfocused eyes stared blankly into the air.

When Afei pulled out the sword, Fa Nan's body fell to the side.

"My sword kills, it doesn't listen to stories."

The three hundred soldiers standing around with muskets remained absolutely silent, their mouths tightly shut and not making a sound.

They witnessed the extremely brief exchange just now, and couldn't see the complex changes in the master's sword techniques at all.

There was no oppressive feeling from the driving force of true qi, only an absolute speed that surpassed visual perception. Several soldiers standing in the front row were trembling slightly with their hands holding the gun barrels.

Afei bent down and tore off a relatively clean piece of cloth from the corpse on the ground, using it to wipe away the blood from the sword blade bit by bit.

After wiping it clean, he casually tossed the cloth aside. The mask covered all his facial features, revealing no emotional fluctuations after the murder.

Bi Shouxuan, positioned at the edge of the high wall, witnessed the entire process, seeing Changzhen fall to the ground bleeding and seeing Fa Nan's head pierced.

The left and right protectors of the Yin Kui Sect died before they could put up a decent resistance.

Sweat dripped down his face, and his undergarment was stuck to his back.

The Yin Kui Sect's intelligence was wrong; there are too many people in this courtyard whose backgrounds are unknown.

The one who killed Bian Bufu in the backyard hasn't even come out yet, and now there's this masked assassin with extremely strange skills in the front yard. And the Khitan strongman in front of us, whose palm strikes are getting thicker and thicker with each attack, is even more outrageous.

Pi Shouxuan knew very well that if he continued to waste his time, he would definitely not be able to leave this place alive.

The Blood Burning Technique I just used has already boosted my strength by one level, but I still feel it's not enough to be safe. This Prince Qin's Mansion is too sinister.

He fiercely used his teeth to break the soft flesh at the tip of his tongue.

He opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of blood mist onto the curved blades in his hands. The blades, having absorbed the blood, glowed with a deep red light.

Pi Shouxuan's eyes were bloodshot, his features were tightly squeezed together, and he roared angrily.

"You surnamed Xiao... I admit defeat tonight, get out of my way!"

He held the two curved swords close to his back, gathering his condensed sword energy, and then unleashed a double slash straight at the opponent.

Xiao Feng frowned slightly, noticing that the wind generated by the sword energy was much stronger than before.

But he completely ignored the other party's desperate stance and instead roared.

"You want to leave under my command? What do you take the Qin Prince's Mansion for?!"

He pushed forward with both of his large palms at the same time, and the intense internal energy in his body pressed all the way down his arms to his palms.

The thick air currents condensed into a faint, ethereal dragon shadow in mid-air.

The palm strike met the two purplish-black blade energies head-on, and a dull thud exploded in mid-air!

Pi Shouxuan was stunned into silence!

I used a secret technique to enhance my power, so what's going on with Xiao Feng?

The more they fight, the stronger they become?

Is he really not completely drained of his energy?!