"Heng Wenhao!"

Zhao Hu shouted loudly, and Heng Wenhao walked over from beside Yuan Yun's carriage.

Zhao Hu said solemnly, "I don't know if they have any more experts. The rest of the journey depends on you."

Heng Wenhao glanced at Dian Chen and said, "Actually, I could stay instead."

Zhao Hu shook his head and said, "Protect the Princess well."

Heng Wenhao understood Zhao Hu's meaning and remained silent.

Although Heng Wenhao and Zhao Cheng were already on the same side, Heng Wenhao was still the princess's bodyguard. As long as Zhao Cheng's side hadn't exhausted its skilled fighters, Heng Wenhao still had to stay by Yuan Yun's side.

Both Zhao Cheng and Zhao Hu believed in Heng Wenhao, believing that he wouldn't only care about Yuan Yun and ignore others.

Zhao Cheng gave Zhao Hu a deep look, then glanced at Dian Chen and said, "Hurry up and beat him up, then go help the third brother."

"Where the sword's might lies, there I shall be." Zhao Hu boasted without any restraint.

Zhao Cheng then turned around, mounted his horse, and led the way, with Heng Wenhao replacing Zhao Hu to guard Zhao Cheng.

Wen Pojun and Zhao Yan faced off, but Wen Pojun did not stop them. He simply said, "You'd better hurry up. It won't take me long to deal with this kid."

Zhao Cheng ignored Wen Pojun and said as he walked, "Third brother, take him down, and you'll become famous overnight."

"Received." Zhao Yan nodded.

Wen Pojun frowned, thinking to himself, "Where do you brothers get your confidence from?"

Just now, Zhao Cheng told Zhao Hu to beat him to a pulp.

Now they're telling Zhao to take him down.

Zhao Hu and Zhao Yan's responses were very natural, as if it were only natural.

This is a natural form of self-confidence.

Wen Pojun couldn't understand. "I'm a Grandmaster, okay?"

My title of "Gun Demon" wasn't self-proclaimed; I earned it through sheer hard work and battles.

What's the use of your confidence?

...

The wind howled fiercely in the dead of night, cleansing the surrounding trees and landscape as if it were a wild beast.

Starfruit branch and camel shadow stand facing each other.

Luo Ying had already put on his gloves, and Yang Taozhi had gripped her sword tightly.

Yang Taozhi knew the plan had failed the moment Luo Ying appeared, but she had no choice but to fight.

Luo Ying was the most formidable enemy anticipated; with him around, Yang Taozhi couldn't kill Du Yucheng. However, if they retreated, Luo Ying would undoubtedly follow closely. If Luo Ying were lured into the Zhao family's ranks, it would pose a significant threat to Zhao Huan and his son.

Only by fighting, defeating Luo Ying, or even killing him, can the fundamental problem be solved.

Luo Ying's idea was similar to Yang Taozhi's: as long as Yang Taozhi could be kept in check, the rest would be easy.

He believed in Wen Pojun's abilities, and even more so in Du Yucheng and Wang Yuluan's determination to kill Zhao Cheng.

In his view, there are not many variables in this operation.

"Yang Taozhi, your strength has always been a mystery. Some people have tested your strength, but no one has ever been able to fathom your limits."

"You are the same."

Yang Taozhi responded, "When you make a name for yourself in the martial arts world, you are already a master with unfathomable strength. You are like a ghost that suddenly appears, which is quite similar to your skin color and temperament."

Luo Ying smiled and said, "I'll take it as a compliment. Today, I'll test your abilities."

Yang Taozhi said, "Let's explore each other's territory."

"A duel between grandmasters is a rare treat, but it's a pity there are no spectators," Luo Ying sighed, gazing at the night sky.

Yang Taozhi said, "What's the point of being seen or not? Those who are destined to win will still win, and those who are destined to lose will still lose."

Luo Ying said, "It's because my perspective is too narrow."

The moonlight was bright and clear.

A night wind blew by, stirring up the weeds and pebbles on the ground.

Luo Ying still wore his signature smile, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. He rarely took the initiative, but he chose to strike first, his body flashing like a phantom.

To ordinary people, his movements are impossible to track; to Yang Taozhi, he is just a blurry shadow.

Yang Taozhi didn't move her body, but took a slight step, and waved her arm, unleashing several sword strikes.

The slender sword in Yang Taozhi's hand neither stabbed nor slashed, but rather seemed to be used as a paintbrush to continuously paint around her.

The two fought very quietly; only a dark figure could be seen leaping and circling around Yang Taozhi, who countered with her slender sword.

Luo Ying's speed was too fast. Yang Taozhi's sword-wielding technique was like weaving a sword net around herself, using the trajectory of the sword and the sword energy to create the legendary three-foot sword circle. Only in this way could she block Luo Ying's attack.

A moment later, Luo Ying retreated and revealed herself ten steps away from Yang Taozhi.

His first round of attacks was a failure.

"Indeed impressive. Everyone says Cui Wuming's sword is the fastest, but yours is even faster."

Yang Taozhi said, "That's because my cultivation is higher than his. When he becomes a Grandmaster, his sword will naturally be faster than mine. But your movement technique is so swift that I have never encountered anyone stronger than you. It's no exaggeration to say that you are a ghost."

"The initial probing objective has been achieved. This battle excites me."

After saying a few words, Luo Ying bent down slightly and then rushed directly towards Yang Taozhi.

This time, instead of attacking around the starfruit branch, he charged at it like a brute.

Yang Taozhi took two steps back, and when Luo Ying was still five steps away, she unexpectedly thrust her sword forward! cascoo.net

Snap!

A dark shadow flashed in front of Yang Taozhi, and Luo Ying, wearing the hand that was supporting the coffin, grabbed the thin sword. This was the first time the two had been so close.

It turned out that Yang Taozhi hadn't drawn her sword in advance, but rather she had anticipated that Luo Ying, who appeared to be five steps away, was actually already close to her. If she hadn't drawn her sword, Luo Ying would have been injured.

Luo Ying grabbed Yang Taozhi's shoulder with one hand and placed the other hand on Yang Taozhi's shoulder.

Yang Taozhi noticed that Luo Ying's smile had become even colder.

"A ghost supports the coffin!"

boom!

The moment Luo Ying pressed her hand down, Yang Taozhi's mind seemed to explode. An extremely cold chill entered her skin from the coffin and then flowed through her bloodstream.

In Yang Taozhi's perception, the surrounding night wind was no longer wind, but wandering souls drifting in the darkness, and the surrounding trees seemed to come alive, baring their fangs and emitting soul-stirring cries.

But he couldn't move his feet, as if he had truly become a coffin after being held down by Luo Ying.

It's already dead!

Luo Ying felt a little smug. She was right to deal with Yang Taozhi in the most savage way, because only in this way could she have a chance to touch her body.

"So this is what it feels like..." Yang Taozhi suddenly murmured.

Upon hearing this, Luo Ying was startled and looked at Yang Taozhi. She was surprised to see that Yang Taozhi's expression was firm and her previously confused eyes suddenly became clear.

Luo Ying immediately realized that Yang Taozhi had not been infected.

Or perhaps Yang Taozhi deliberately fell for his trap to test his limits!

This woman has such courage!