The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Xiao Xian'er's voice was solemn.

"Very strong, at least Rank 7."

Wang Long stood up, gripped the Heavenly Gang Sword tightly, and strode towards the gate of the mansion.

Qin Minglan quickly followed, looking worried.

"Old man, watch out!"

Outside the mansion gate.

Zhao Pojun stood with his hands behind his back at the bottom of the steps.

Behind him stood dozens of men in black, standing in neat rows.

Each one was a martial artist of the fourth rank or above, exuding a strong killing aura.

The servants at the entrance of the Marquis's mansion were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground and scrambled into the mansion.

"The Marquis of Zhennan has come knocking on our door!"

"Go and inform the First Madam immediately!"

Zhao Pojun stared coldly at Wang Long, who had run out, a mocking smile on his lips.

"Well done, stable boy. I must admit, you do have some talent."

He paused, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"But that's all for now."

Wang Long's expression was solemn, feeling extremely uncomfortable from the oppressive spiritual energy emanating from Zhao Pojun.

Even if he were incredibly powerful, a seventh-grade expert wouldn't be a match for him.

Luo Hanyi suddenly appeared in front of the gate, blocking Wang Long behind her.

Her gaze fell on Zhao Pojun, and a hint of coldness flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Zhao Pojun, how dare you! In broad daylight, you dare to lead men to attack my Zhenbei Marquis's residence?"

Zhao Pojun looked at her, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Luo Hanyi, do you think that by invoking the Crown Prince, I won't dare to touch you?"

"Today, no one can protect you."

He raised his hand and waved it gently.

All the men in black behind him stepped forward in unison, their spiritual energy surging and their killing intent soaring to the sky.

Luo Hanyi's face darkened completely.

Zhao Pojun is at the peak of the seventh rank.

Although she had also broken through to the seventh rank, her realm was still unstable.

Even with the three of them working together, they were no match for Zhao Pojun.

What's more, Zhao Pojun is accompanied by so many fourth and fifth-rank assassins!

The unexpected event happened so fast that Luo Hanyi was caught off guard.

"Madam."

Wang Long's voice rang in her ears, deep and calm.

"I'll hold off Zhao Pojun, you deal with those assassins first."

Luo Hanyi turned her head and looked at him in shock.

"Are you crazy? You're a fourth-rank official, and he's a seventh-rank official."

"I know."

Wang Long gripped the Heavenly Gang Sword tightly, his cloudy old eyes showing no fear.

"But I have it."

The Heavenly Gang Sword emitted a clear sword cry, its blade swirling with nine-colored patterns.

The little fairy floated out of the sword and landed on his shoulder, her little face full of seriousness.

"Master is right, this little fairy can help you, even though I'm only a seventh-rank immortal!"

Luo Hanyi nodded.

"Okay, let's do it together."

For some reason, Luo Hanyi felt inexplicably at ease after hearing Wang Long's words.

"Leave no one alive!"

Qin Minglan unleashed her full spiritual power, showing no fear whatsoever!

She vowed to protect the Marquis's mansion with her life!

"Lady Luo, submit to me now, and I may grant you the status of a concubine. If you continue to be so stubborn..."

Zhao Pojun sneered, unleashing his full power.

"This time, I won't show any mercy to the ladies!"

"Pah, you piece of trash, how dare you covet my sister-in-law? You couldn't compare to my brother before, and you can't compare to this old geezer now."

Qin Minglan scoffed, her eyes filled with disdain for Zhao Pojun.

"A pure clown!"

Zhao Pojun was furious and said that he was no match for the Marquis of Zhenbei, and he admitted it!

He couldn't stand being mocked by a lowly stable boy.

"court death!"

Zhao Pojun didn't waste any time and took immediate action.

Luo Hanyi did not hesitate at all, her whole body radiating spiritual energy.

The aura of a seventh-rank martial artist soared straight into the sky!

Zhao Pojun froze, his pupils shrinking sharply.

"Seventh Rank? When did you break through?"

His voice was clearly filled with shock.

Zhao Pojun vaguely remembered that Luo Hanyi had not yet reached the sixth rank.

He's already at the seventh rank in just a few days?

"Let's do it!"

Zhao Pojun let out a cold shout and made the first move!

He pushed off the ground with both feet and pounced out like a tiger, with astonishing speed!

The full power of a mid-stage seventh rank cultivator was unleashed, the wind from his fist howled, and the stone slabs on the ground were whipped up and scattered in all directions!

The fist, imbued with violent spiritual energy, aimed straight for Wang Long's face!

Wang Long did not dodge.

As the Heavenly Gang Sword was drawn, the Immortal Execution Sword Embryo in his sea of ​​consciousness trembled, and a wisp of sword energy separated and flowed into the sword body along his arm.

The Great Void Breaking Illusion Sword Technique - Third Form!

Soaring through the air!

A golden sword aura shot out from the tip of the sword, carrying nine-colored patterns, like a golden lightning bolt, and head-on met Zhao Pojun's fist!

boom!

With a loud bang, spiritual energy scattered and flew everywhere!

Wang Long was thrown backward by the shock, crashing heavily against the courtyard wall, a metallic taste filling his mouth.

Zhao Pojun was actually forced back a step by the force of the impact!

He looked down at his fist, where there was a shallow bloodstain, the flesh torn open, and the white bone was faintly visible.

"A sword aura at the early stage of the fourth rank can harm me?"

Zhao Pojun's face darkened completely.

Wang Long's sword technique was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

Luo Hanyi gave him no chance to catch his breath.

With a flash, he appeared beside Zhao Pojun and struck him in the chest with a palm!

The palm strike was fierce, carrying the power of a Nirvana Body unique to the early stage of the seventh rank!

The body of Nirvana.

The hallmark ability of a seventh-rank martial artist is that their physical body undergoes a minor rebirth, with bones, meridians, and flesh all being comprehensively strengthened, making them difficult to harm with ordinary swords and blades, greatly increasing their vitality, and rendering them completely ineffective against ordinary poisons.

Zhao Pojun dodged to the side and threw a backhand punch!

boom!

As their fists and palms collided, Luo Hanyi was forced back several steps, her arm going numb.

Zhao Pojun was also shocked and took half a step back, his face becoming even more gloomy.

Luo Hanyi's early seventh-grade cultivation was even more solid than he had imagined.

Wang Long got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gripped the Heavenly Gang Sword tightly, and charged forward again.

The attack from a peak seventh-grade cultivator didn't kill Wang Long instantly; he could continue fighting.

This is even more terrifying than Luo Hanyi, who is of the seventh rank.

The two worked in perfect harmony, one on the left and one on the right.

Wang Long was the main attacker, his sword energy sharp and fierce, targeting vital points.

Luo Hanyi focused on defense, her palm techniques were steady, and she restrained Zhao Pojun's main force.

The two of them joined forces and managed to fight Zhao Pojun to a draw!

Zhao Pojun grew increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed.

The way these two work together is like that of old partners who have been practicing for decades.

Although Wang Long's sword energy couldn't harm him, each strike precisely targeted his weaknesses, forcing him to focus on defense.

Although Luo Hanyi's palm technique was not as fierce as his, each palm strike perfectly blocked his attack route, preventing him from using his full strength.

Qin Minglan and the assassins brought by Zhao Pojun trembled.

Because there were too many opponents, she could only fight and retreat.

The assassins couldn't get involved in the fight between Wang Long and his two companions.

"Damn it!"

Zhao Pojun roared and unleashed his full power as a peak seventh-grade cultivator!

With a single punch, Luo Hanyi was forced back several steps.

Another punch was thrown, sending Wang Long flying backward, coughing up blood.

He stood in the courtyard, his face ashen, his chest heaving violently.

We can't keep fighting like this.

These two working together won't be able to take it down in a short time.

The guards of the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion also rushed out and fought desperately.

Amidst the flashing of swords and the screams of agony, a cacophony of emotions filled the air.

Zhao Pojun withdrew his gaze and looked at Wang Long and Luo Hanyi, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

With a wave of his hand, a silver spear appeared in his palm, radiating a terrifying aura.

A faint dragon's roar appeared and disappeared!