The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Ok?

Wang Feishu was slightly taken aback. Just then, a loud bang exploded, and the entire ground seemed to tremble.

Wang Feishu suddenly turned around and saw an "iron tower" appear in the courtyard.

To be precise, he was a giant whose body was bulging with muscles and whose height was nearly eight feet (converted to 33cm per foot)!

Oops!

Wang Feishu hurriedly scattered a shower of silver needles.

He moved with fantastical steps, his body splitting into three, and together with the phantom, he hurriedly fled out of the courtyard.

He reacted extremely quickly; from noticing the danger to leaping over the fence, it was only a moment.

"Haha, Wei Manzi, you may have brute strength, but you can only sigh in despair when faced with my twenty years of lightness skill."

Wei Manzi remained expressionless, but his body trembled slightly. The poison needle that he had so easily taken from the old swordsman Ma was swept to the ground without even breaking his skin.

Upon seeing this, Wang Feishu spat inwardly.

He didn't hate many people, but Wei Manzi was one of them. This was because Wei Manzi had thick skin and was not afraid of poisonous smoke, which completely countered his poison skills.

"Wei Manzi, I'll leave the manual with you for today. As for that Goddess of Xiaoxiang, I advise you not to lay a hand on her. She's the woman I've set my sights on. If you dare to harm a single hair on her head, I'll fight you to the death."

After uttering those harsh words, Wei Manzi jumped into the bamboo grove next to him.

However, after only a moment, he screamed and flew more than ten feet backward, back into the courtyard, spitting blood all over the ground. He was on the verge of death.

"Twenty years of lightness skill? Then how about my thirty years of lightness skill?"

A tall and straight figure walked out.

He leaped onto the two-finger-wide bamboo pole of the fence, put his hands behind his back, and pressed down with his body weight, but the bamboo pole did not deform in the slightest as if it had not been subjected to any pressure.

"Lu Er, the Hundred-Step Flying Dragon?!"

Only now did Wang Feishu finally see the person's face clearly; his already pale face was now even whiter and bloodless.

Who is Lu Er?

That's the second-best assassin in the world, personally selected by Tingfeng Pavilion!

"You came."

Wei Manzi said in a sullen tone.

Lu Er said, "Since you're here, how could I not come?"

Wei Manzi said, "You use a gun, so why are you interested in this swordsmanship?"

Lu Er said calmly, "The Prince of Pingnan's mansion offered ten thousand taels of silver, which is a large sum. As for you, you practice external martial arts, so why did you take a liking to this swordsmanship?"

Wei Manzi said, "I was entrusted by my benefactor."

Lu Er said, "It seems that your benefactor has done you a great favor, enough to make you not leave even after seeing me."

Wei Manzi said, "He saved my life."

Lu Erdao: "So today you're going to repay him with your life?"

Wei Manzi said, "I may not die."

Lu Er said, "You're still as confident as ever. Since that's the case, make your move. I'll give you ten moves."

The two stood facing each other, one like a towering javelin, the other like a heavy boulder, their friction creating intense sparks that made the cold night feel hot.

Until a cold, icy voice rang out.

"You seem to have forgotten that I exist."

An Qingwan was smiling, her smile even more vibrant than the azaleas blooming in the courtyard.

She waited a long time before all the people hiding in the shadows finally showed up.

P.S.: Thank you Xi Qingyu for the spicy strips, and thank you for the razor blades across the sea.

Twenty-two spears came from the west, a hundred paces flying dragon.

With An Qingwan's strength, neither the old swordsman Ma nor Wang Feishu could withstand a single sword strike from her.

She wasn't bragging.

This confidence came from her full-layered Mingyu Kung Fu.

This profound and authentic internal martial arts technique is considered top-tier even in this world. If it were to fall into the hands of the martial arts world, it would surely attract a great deal of competition.

However, An Qingwan hesitated to kill Lao Ma the swordsman and Wang Feishu because she was waiting for the others hiding in the shadows to show themselves.

She was afraid that if she acted rashly, she would frighten the people hiding in the shadows and make them turn around and run away.

In this unfamiliar bamboo forest, it was really difficult for her to pursue someone.

Although it wouldn't affect her much if the person hiding in the shadows ran away, it would be better to resolve the matter on the spot and save a lot of trouble.

So An Qingwan waited.

When she closed her eyes to investigate the surroundings, she heard seven sounds.

The first five sounds came from Su Zheqiu, Su Zheqiu's maid Tong'er, Lan Xiaogu who had been following behind, the swordsman Lao Ma, and Wang Feishu.

This means there are two more people hiding in secret.

When the two men, Wei Manzi and Lu Er of the Hundred Steps Flying Dragon, finally appeared, she no longer needed to sit idly by.

"you?"

Lu Er turned his head.

This was the first time he had turned his gaze to An Qingwan since he appeared.

He looked at An Qingwan.

Even though he was completely indifferent to women, he couldn't help but secretly admire An Qingwan after meeting her.

This woman is as captivating as moonlight scattered on the surface of a pond.

It is as cold and clear as frost, yet as bright and beautiful as fire.

She was beautiful, but apart from that, Lu Er couldn't see much else that was unusual.

"If you're begging for mercy, I advise you to give up now. I, Lu Er, never leave empty-handed."

As he spoke, he had already leveled his silver spear.

But it wasn't him or An Qingwan who made the first move; it was the burly Wei Manzi standing to the side.

Wei Manzi threw a punch.

The force of the punch was so strong that it made the flowers and grass several feet away rustle.

This punch was aimed at An Qingwan's head. Lu Er had no doubt that if the punch landed, An Qingwan's head would explode like a watermelon.

His expression immediately changed: "Idiot!"

If An Qingwan dies and the "Qimen Bafang Dao" is not with him, where will he find the "Qimen Bafang Dao"?

As soon as the silver spear was drawn, Lu Er made a move to send Wei Manzi flying.

The silver spear is on the left, and the iron fist is on the right.

An Qingwan twirled amidst the silvery light.

Lu Er suddenly stopped in his tracks. He saw An Qingwan using both hands to block Wei Manzi's fists.

Wei Manzi was eight feet tall, sixty percent taller than An Qingwan, but now he was not tall at all compared to An Qingwan.

An Qingwan grabbed the fine iron gauntlet on his hand and squeezed it, causing the gauntlet to sink in at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lu Er heard the sound of the refined iron deforming and the sound of bones breaking, and he saw blood flowing out of the gauntlets.

An Qingwan was smiling.

Lianxing, who is at the eighth level of Mingyu Gong, can bite through an iron claw in one bite. Crushing a mere iron gauntlet is nothing to her.

"Who is your benefactor? Tell me, and I won't kill you."

Wei Manzi's face turned red, and he suddenly roared, forcefully pulling his hands out of his gauntlets.

His hands were twisted like chicken claws, but he seemed not to feel any pain. He slumped down, pulled the stone table off the ground, and slammed it heavily onto An Qingwan.

Instead of retreating, An Qingwan advanced, her right hand forming a palm, the palm wind like thunder, smashing the stone table into pieces with one palm, the force of the palm not diminished, striking Wei Manzi squarely in the heart.

Wei Manzi immediately screamed and flew backward.

While still in mid-air, his shirt was already torn to dust, with a conspicuous green five-finger handprint imprinted on his chest.

"This move is called the Xuanming Divine Palm. Once the palm force takes effect, the person struck will suffer unbearable pain. If you don't want to suffer..."

An Qingwan was interrupted by Lu Er halfway through her sentence: "He is a man who values ​​his promises the most, and he would never reveal the identity of his benefactor."

"I see."

An Qingwan immediately thrust out her sword, taking Wei Manzi's life with a single strike.

Then, she turned to look at Lu Er.

Why didn't you take the opportunity to run away just now?

"Escape?" Lu Er was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "An Qingwan, among the 136 targets I've assassinated, you are indeed the most powerful one, but that's not enough for me to escape. I can kill Wei Manzi in just three moves."

An Qingwan said, "It's a coincidence that you are also the most powerful one among the more than four hundred people I have killed."

Lu Er said, "Is that so? But you won't meet anyone more powerful than me in the future, because you're going to die here today."

He lightly stepped on the bamboo pole, leaped up, and climbed more than 40 feet high, landing on top of a living bamboo stalk.

Forest, silver spear, moonlight...

Lu Er has fully captured the essence of the scene.

An Qingwan lightly wiped the edge of her sword: "Lu Er, I'll ask you one last question: besides the Prince of Pingnan, is there anyone else behind this who instructed you to kill me?"

Lu Er replied frankly, "No."

An Qingwan nodded: "Very good, I believe you."

She truly believed what Lu Er said.

After learning about Lu Er's existence from Lan Xiaogu, she inquired about him.

Although Lu Er was an assassin, he acted extremely flamboyantly.

He refuses to do anything unremarkable, and he refuses to fight anything that doesn't showcase his abilities.

Lu Er never felt that what he was doing was wrong.

If you've practiced martial arts, wouldn't it be a waste if you didn't show off a little?

Lu Er is arrogant.

An Qingwan believed that the proud man would not lie when he thought he had already won.

"Since the only person standing behind you is the Prince of Pingnan, then I have nothing more to say. Lu Er, go in peace."

Lu Er looked down at him and laughed loudly: "If we had met earlier, we would have been very good friends, but today you will only become a dead man under my gun!"

He descended from the sky, carrying his silver spear.

Like thunder and lightning, like a rainbow piercing the sun.

This shot awakened the bamboo forest, this shot tore through the darkness, this shot came from the west, and seemed to descend from the bright moon.

This was a terrifying shot, a deadly shot, a shot that embodied Lu Er's entire spirit and will.

The shot landed on An Qingwan's head almost instantly.

Before this, no one had ever survived this shot.

But today, someone has broken this ironclad rule.

Ding!

An Qingwan raised her sword, the tip of which touched the tip of the spear.

Lu Er's expression suddenly changed.