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

Wang Long held Luo Hanyi in his arms, feeling heartbroken at her frail appearance.

Wang Long took out a Grade 3 Rejuvenation Pill from his pocket and put it into Luo Hanyi's mouth. He then took out a Grade 4 Healing Pill and handed it to her.

"Madam, please calm your breathing first, let me do it."

Luo Hanyi took the pill and swallowed it, and her pale face regained some color.

"You alone are no match for him."

"I know."

Wang Long released her, gripped the Heavenly Gang Sword tightly, and a resolute glint flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

"But I cannot stand by and watch him harm you."

"I will buy you some time to adjust your breathing!"

As he spoke, a thought flashed through his mind, and Xiao Xian'er immediately understood.

The nine swords trembled simultaneously, emitting sharp sword cries, and transformed into nine streams of light, attacking Zhao Pojun!

"Here we go again!"

Zhao Pojun snorted coldly, and swept his Dragon Roar Spear horizontally, knocking away all the flying swords!

However, under the control of Wang Long and Xiao Xian'er, the nine swords moved around Zhao Pojun, targeting his blind spots in defense.

Wang Long also rushed forward, wielding the Heavenly Gang Sword with impenetrable skill, unleashing streaks of golden sword energy in succession. In conjunction with the combined attack of the nine swords, he engaged Zhao Pojun in a fierce battle.

"Die! Die, you lord!"

Zhao Pojun roared repeatedly, and thrust out his Dragon Roar Spear straight for Wang Long's heart!

Wang Long dodged to the side, parrying with his Heavenly Gang Sword!

clang!

Wang Long was knocked back several steps, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood dripped down the hilt of his sword.

But he gritted his teeth and charged forward again.

Nine swords attacked from the side, forcing Zhao Pojun to distract himself.

Wang Long seized the opportunity and slashed out with his Heavenly Gang Sword, striking Zhao Pojun's arm!

"what!"

Zhao Pojun cried out in pain as a deep, bone-revealing wound appeared on his arm, from which blood gushed out.

"I will kill you!"

Zhao Pojun went completely mad. The Dragon Roar Spear trembled violently, and a burst of violent spiritual energy erupted from the spear, sending the nine swords flying!

Immediately afterwards, he thrust out with his spear!

"Dragon's Roar Spear Technique, Fifth Form! The Dragon Emerges from the Sea!"

The spiritual energy at the tip of the spear condensed, transforming into a silver-white phantom dragon that lunged at Wang Long with bared fangs and claws!

Wang Long's expression changed drastically, and he retreated rapidly. At the same time, the Heavenly Gang Sword danced in front of him so tightly that it formed a golden barrier!

boom!

The phantom of the dragon crashed into the sword curtain with a loud bang!

Wang Long was thrown backward by the shock and crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out blood!

The Heavenly Gang Sword flew out of my hand.

"Owner!"

Xiao Xian'er exclaimed in surprise, floated out of the sword, landed on his shoulder, pressed her small hand against his wound, and tears welled up in her eyes with anxiety.

"Master, are you alright?"

Wang Long struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shook his head.

"fine……"

A fourth-rank cultivator fighting a seventh-rank cultivator is still too much of a stretch.

Before he could finish speaking, another mouthful of blood spurted out.

Little Fairy's tears fell, her little face full of heartache.

Wang Long looked up at Zhao Pojun. The man was standing in the courtyard, his body surging with spiritual energy, his face ashen, and his body covered in blood, but his aura was still powerful.

After swallowing the pill, Luo Hanyi regained some of her spiritual power and charged forward again, wielding her Xuan Yin Whip with impenetrable force, engaging Zhao Pojun in fierce combat.

But Wang Long could see that Luo Hanyi was already at a disadvantage.

Her breath grew weaker and weaker, and the speed of her whip strikes slowed down, while Zhao Pojun fought with increasing ferocity and his spear technique became more and more ruthless.

If this continues, they are doomed to defeat.

"Master, your spiritual power is almost exhausted."

Xiao Xian'er's voice was filled with obvious worry.

Wang Long looked down at his hands; his fingers were trembling slightly, indicating that he had very little spiritual energy left in his body.

He took out a Grade 3 Rejuvenation Pill from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and a warm medicinal power flowed down his throat into his limbs and bones, slightly restoring his depleted spiritual energy.

But this amount of spiritual power is simply not enough.

Wang Long raised his head. Zhao Pojun was covered in blood, but his aura was still strong. The Dragon Roar Spear in his hand emitted a chilling light.

"Luo Hanyi, Wang Long, it is truly beyond my expectations that you have managed to hold on until now."

His voice was icy, carrying an undisguised murderous intent.

"But that's all."

"Today, I, the Marquis of Zhenbei, will raze the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion to the ground and make you all pay with your lives for my son!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Pojun's spiritual energy surged, and his mid-stage seventh-rank power erupted without reservation!

A terrifying, suffocating aura emanated from his body, making everyone in the courtyard gasp for breath.

Wang Long gripped the Heavenly Gang Sword tightly, gritted his teeth, and stood in front of Luo Hanyi.

"I won't let you hurt them."

"You?"

Zhao Pojun sneered, raised his Dragon Roar Spear, and pointed the tip at Wang Long's throat.

"A mere fourth-rank trash dares to spout such nonsense before me?"

"Today, I will first kill you, then capture Luo Hanyi, and finally slaughter the entire Zhenbei Marquis's mansion!"

Wang Long had been frustrated for 68 years, and now he has finally become a martial artist.

He will not back down an inch!

"Owner……"

Xiao Xian'er transmitted her voice to Wang Long

"Little Fairy has a way to severely injure Zhao Pojun."

Wang Long was stunned, but his shortsightedness led to great joy.

"What method?"

Xiao Xian'er bit her lip, her little face full of seriousness.

"Self-Destruction of the Nine Heavenly Swords".

Wang Long's pupils suddenly contracted.

"No!"

His voice was almost a shout.

"If you were to self-destruct, then you..."

"Little Fairy won't disappear."

Xiao Xian'er interrupted him, her voice firm.

"Xiao Xian'er's essence is in the embryo of the Immortal Execution Sword, so even if the Nine Heavenly Swords self-destruct, Xiao Xian'er will only fall into a short sleep."

"Once Master finds a new Heavenly Rank spiritual artifact, he can let Little Fairy reside in it, and Little Fairy will be able to awaken."

Wang Long stared at her, his cloudy old eyes filled with reluctance.

"But……"

"Master, there's no time to hesitate!"

Little Fairy stretched out a small hand and gently touched his face.

"Little Fairy doesn't want to see her master die here."

Wang Long's eyes reddened.

This little thing, who had been with him for less than a day, was actually willing to sacrifice herself for him.

"Master, promise Xiaoxian'er that you will find a new Heavenly Rank spiritual artifact to wake her up."

A smile forced a smile onto Xiao Xian'er's lips, but tears welled up in her big eyes.

"Little Fairy wants to eat delicious food with Master, wants to play with Miss, wants to..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Long reached out and lifted her off his shoulder, placing her in his palm.

"Little Fairy".

His voice was choked with emotion.

"I'm sorry, I'm a terrible master. I couldn't even protect you."

Xiao Xian'er smiled, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Master? Little Fairy exists solely for you!"

After she finished speaking, she floated up from Wang Long's palm and hovered in mid-air.

Her small face turned to Zhao Pojun, a resolute glint flashing in her large eyes.

"Nine Heavenly Swords, heed my command!"

The nine swords suspended in the air trembled simultaneously, emitting a sharp sword cry!

Nine-colored light flowed across the sword, growing brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling!

Zhao Pojun's expression changed drastically; he instinctively sensed danger.

"Damn it!"