Yanfu: Starting with the Six-Eared Macaque

"Damn it, let's take a gamble!" Seeing that Yan Xiaoguo was completely unaffected by the poison and was even fighting more fiercely, Chen Xing gritted his teeth, gripped his twin swords tightly, and charged towards Yan Xiaoguo, who was chasing Mo Mingxuan, once again.

Seeing Yan Xiaoguo knock Mo Mingxuan back again with his sword, Chen Xing immediately pushed off the ground with his feet, let out a loud shout, raised his two swords high, and slashed them hard at Yan Xiaoguo.

Yan Xiaoguo reacted extremely quickly, parrying with his sword again. With a crisp "clang," sparks flew as the blades collided.

Just as the two blades clashed and their forces were locked in a stalemate, Chen Xing suddenly loosened his grip, abandoning his struggle with his opponent, and used the momentum to forcefully crash into the gap in front of Yan Xiaoguo.

[Plum Blossom] All-in-one service!

[Spade] All-in-one service!

Chen Xing threw 13 playing cards in each hand, like two black dragons, which slammed heavily into Yan Xiaoguo's body.

Yan Xiaoguo felt the pressure on his hand loosen, and he thought to himself that something was wrong. He instinctively raised his knee and kicked Chen Xing hard, sending him flying.

Just as he was about to raise his knife again to finish off the enemy, he suddenly felt dizzy and the poison he had been forcibly suppressing suddenly erupted.

"puff!"

Spitting out a mouthful of black blood, Yan Xiaoguo quickly used his knife to brace himself against the ground, shaking his head vigorously to try and relieve the dizziness, but his vision remained blurry and his body began to sway uncontrollably.

Seeing the effects of the [Flowing Light] poison take hold, Chen Xing endured the excruciating pain in his chest, struggled to get up from the ground, picked up the fallen fire knife, and stabbed it straight at Yan Xiaoguo, who was already delirious.

Although Yan Xiaoguo was already mentally confused, the conditioned reflexes he had developed from years of fighting on the battlefield were still there.

He instinctively raised his broadsword high, stomped his right foot heavily, and delivered a powerful slash at Chen Xing, intending to perish together with him!

"Damn, how can it still be so powerful!" Chen Xing cursed under his breath, immediately twisting his waist and hips to narrowly avoid the heavy blow.

The broadsword struck the ground with a dull thud, making the ground tingle slightly.

"puff!"

With a dull thud as a sharp weapon pierced flesh, a blade tip suddenly emerged from Yan Xiaoguo's chest.

Mo Mingxuan, enduring excruciating pain, got up from the ground and quietly circled around to Yan Xiaoguo's back. At this moment, he used all his strength to stab the short knife in three more inch.

"Yan Xiaoguo is dead!"

As Yan Fu's prompt sounded, the burly man in black clothes and a bloodstained face fell heavily to the ground, blood slowly flowing from his chest, staining the bluestone slab beneath him red.

Mo Mingxuan seemed to have used up all his strength and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"Xiaoguo!" Upon seeing Yan Xiaoguo fall to the ground, Prince Chun roared in grief, his eyes bloodshot. He swung his long sword more and more rapidly, unleashing several strikes in succession, forcing Mochou and the black-clad assassin to dodge repeatedly, leaving them in a somewhat disheveled state.

With Yan Xiaoguo dead and no longer restrained, Chen Xing took two [hearts] photos of himself, regaining some strength. He then took three more photos of Mo Mingxuan to keep him alive. Without further delay, he drew his sword and attacked Prince Chun.

Under the combined attack of Chen Xing, Mo Chou, and the black-clad assassin, Prince Chun could only dodge in a sorry state, his face full of anxiety, secretly praying that Han Mochen's rescue would arrive as soon as possible.

As the countdown drew ever closer, Chen Xing felt increasingly anxious.

Although he didn't know who Han Mochen was, anyone who could make the Yanfu incident take it so seriously and even give a clear countdown must be no ordinary person.

They are all injured now, and if another person like Yan Xiaoguo were to appear, none of them would survive.

Chen Xing and Mo Chou exchanged glances and simultaneously drew their knives in perfect unison.

Chen Xing charged up his twin swords and slashed straight at Prince Chun to draw his attention, while Mo Chou seized the opportunity when Prince Chun raised his sword to parry and slashed at his waist and abdomen.

Prince Chun reacted quickly, forcefully pushing upwards to deflect Chen Xing's twin swords. He then reversed his grip on the longsword, forcefully pressing down the blade to block Mo Chou's horizontal slash.

Seeing this, the black-clad assassin who had been waiting for an opportunity immediately stepped forward and thrust his short knife straight at Prince Chun's neck, attempting to kill him with one blow.

Prince Chun ducked to dodge the dagger, then twisted his waist and hips, delivering a swift whip kick to the assassin's chest, sending him flying. The assassin crashed heavily into a nearby pillar, his fate unknown.

Seeing that the assassin had failed, Chen Xing spun around again and swung his blade, which, accompanied by raging flames, slashed straight at Prince Chun.

Prince Chun dodged and parried repeatedly, all he could see were leaping flames, and the scorching heat made it difficult for him to breathe.

Just then, Chen Xing suddenly took a step back, flicked his wrist, and a fire knife flew out of his hand, heading straight for Prince Chun's face.

Prince Chun hurriedly swung his sword to deflect the flaming sword, but he did not expect that a short blade gleaming with cold light was hidden behind it. At this moment, his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, so he could only grit his teeth and reach out to grab the short blade.

Mo Chou seized this critical opportunity, exerted force with both legs, and pushed Prince Chun forward, plunging the short knife straight into his chest.

"Prince Chun, Zaifeng, is dead!"

At this moment, Chen Xing saw that there was only 1 minute left on the countdown.

In the silent night sky, the faint sound of rapid hoofbeats could be heard, clearly indicating that Han Mochen's troops were approaching.

Chen Xing didn't dare to delay and immediately turned around to carry the fallen Mo Mingxuan away.

"Brother Chen, put me down."

Mo Mingxuan looked at Chen Xing weakly, his voice hoarse and his breath very faint.

"There's still time, let's go!"

Chen Xing responded quickly, raising his hand to slap a few more Hearts playing cards at Mo Mingxuan.

Mo Mingxuan reached out to stop him, and said with difficulty, "That Han Mochen is highly skilled in martial arts, on par with Yan Xiaoguo. I remember you have two special talismans; leave them to me. I'll cover your retreat."

"Brother, I'll stay too! If we're going to die, we'll die together!" Mo Chou hugged Mo Mingxuan tightly, and tears finally streamed down her face.

Seeing that Chen Xing was about to try to persuade him, Mo Mingxuan suddenly pushed Mo Chou away forcefully, grabbed Chen Xing by the collar, and said with unwavering determination in his eyes, "Take my sister and go!"

The sound of horses' hooves was very close, and they could even hear the sound of the mansion gate being smashed open.

Chen Xing gritted his teeth, quickly placed the two trump cards in Mo Mingxuan's hand, then grabbed Mo Chou's wrist, dragged her towards the backyard, and while running, pulled out a gray cloud from his pocket and threw it out.

The cloud expanded rapidly after it left his hands. Chen Xing threw out a rope to hook the cloud, and with Mo Chou by his side, they climbed up in a few quick movements.

At this moment, the countdown in Chen Xing's eyes completely reached zero!

At the same time, a roar rang out from outside the door.

"Traitor! How dare you!" A sharp sword light shot straight towards the cloud, shattering it into pieces. But Chen Xing and Mo Chou within the cloud had already vanished without a trace.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Han Mochen rushed into the courtyard. Seeing the horrific scene of corpses strewn everywhere, his anger surged instantly, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

A group of Qing soldiers in cloth armor, carrying torches, rushed into the mansion gate and surrounded Mo Mingxuan, who was lying on the ground.

Tell me where they went, and I'll give you a quick death.

Han Mochen walked up to Mo Mingxuan, his voice icy cold and devoid of any warmth.

"No need."

Mo Mingxuan slumped to the ground, a resolute smile curling at the corner of his mouth.