Chapter 119 He can't be impulsive!

Xiao Qihao's short knife slashed directly at Yao Tailing's face with a sharp sound.

The knife wind was filled with anger that had been suppressed for too long, and even the air was sizzling as it was cut.

Yao Tailing, however, turned sideways as if he was strolling in a garden, his black robe drawing a smooth arc in the air.

The folding fan in his hand snapped shut and hit the back of the knife accurately.

With a crisp "ding" sound, Xiao Qihao felt a numbness in his palm and the short knife almost slipped out of his hand.

He staggered half a step to stand firm, and when he looked up, he met Yao Tailing's smiling eyes, with the end of his folding fan slowly pointing to his chest.

"Your strength has improved, but your moves... are still as messy as the last time you struggled in front of Young Master Ye's bed."

“Shut up!”

Xiao Qihao swung his sword again, the sword light weaving into an airtight net, and every move was aimed at Yao Tailing's vital points.

He remembered that this man always liked to show off with that broken fan, and the fan must be his trick.

So Xiao Qihao deliberately exposed a flaw, and the blade suddenly sank, directly hitting the opponent's knee.

If it worked last time, it may work this time.

Yao Tailing was prepared, and he lightly tapped the ground with his toes and flew into the air.

The folding fan suddenly unfolded as it fell, and the edge of the fan swept towards Xiao Qihao's throat like a knife.

"What's the hurry?"

His voice was full of teasing.

"Are you afraid that I will tell you something in the past that will make you blush?"

The black-clad men were surrounding them, and the dull sound of footsteps colliding was getting closer and closer.

Just as the black-clad man in the front row was about to draw his sword, a green shadow suddenly jumped out from behind the stone cage.

Two daggers appeared in his hands at some point, and with a flash of cold light, they pierced the wrists of the two men in black.

"ah!"

Amid screams, Shen Qing landed steadily on the ground, his long blue gown rising in a neat arc during the fight.

He turned around and looked at Xiao Qihao, his brows slightly furrowed but his tone was steady.

"I'll deal with them, you focus on capturing Yao Tailing. I recognize the lock of the gabion, and we'll go rescue the people after we finish dealing with this."

"Teacher Shen, be careful!"

Xiao Qihao's voice was filled with anger, but he didn't turn around.

His knife was entangled with Yao Tailing's folding fan, and the blade had already embedded in the gap between the fan bones. With a little force, he could split the delicate fan in half.

Yao Tailing's eyes fell on Shen Qingze's face and he suddenly laughed out loud.

"That's strange. Where did this little beauty come from? She's quite distinctive looking. How come I've never seen her before?"

He deliberately dragged out his tone, and the folding fan suddenly spun and changed direction, forcing Xiao Qihao to withdraw his sword and return to defense.

"Could it be that Master Ye has another lover that he's hiding? That's a different story."

"Stop talking nonsense to me!!"

Xiao Qihao's hands were shaking with anger. He could accept Yao Tailing's rude remarks to him.

But definitely not someone he cares about!

Shen Qing ignored his teasing.

"Don't pay attention to him, Qihao,"

The dagger spun beautifully between his fingers, and the tip of the dagger pointed directly at the throat of the man in black.

"Quick victory."

These four words were spoken very lightly, but they carried unquestionable power, as if they were a warning or an order.

"good!"

Xiao Qihao took a deep breath and fixed Yao Tailing's disgusting face in his sight.

He suddenly lowered his body, and the blade slid along the ground, splashing gravel onto Yao Tailing's boots.

"Teacher Shen...don't worry!"

He pronounced the two words very strongly, as if he wanted to pour all his anger into the next move.

The talisman was held in his other hand, and a golden light emanated from it, reflecting the anger on Xiao Qihao's face.

Yao Tailing was forced to take a half step back by this sudden change of tactics, and the frivolous look on his face faded a little.

"I have made progress."

His folding fan suddenly closed and pointed at Xiao Qihao's wrist.

The hand with distinct knuckles grasped the fan handle, and the movement was as graceful as if he was playing with jade.

"It's a pity... it's still not good enough."

Xiao Qihao's knife suddenly turned over, and the back of the knife hit Yao Tailing's elbow heavily.

"Oh? Really?"

Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's arm was numb, he rushed forward, clenched his left hand into a fist and punched Yao Tailing in the chest.

This was the close combat he was best at, and all the fierceness he had learned in the military academy surged up at this moment.

Close combat was an event in which he scored full marks!

"Bang!"

Amid the dull thud of his fist hitting the fabric, Yao Tailing stumbled back three steps, a trace of blood finally oozing from the corner of his mouth.

He wiped the corner of his mouth and suddenly smiled even more happily.

"Interesting. It seems that Young Master Ye has put a lot of effort into you. Even the force with which he hits you carries a sense of docility from being tamed."

"Just shut up!"

Xiao Qihao's pupils suddenly contracted, and the knife wind carried a bloody smell.

He stopped talking, and all his attention was focused on Yao Tailing's every move.

He could clearly capture the angle at which the other person raised his hand, the heaviness of his footsteps, and even the rhythm of his breathing.

On the other side, Shen Qing had already knocked down half of the men in black.

His body movements were more agile than Xiao Qihao's. His dagger could always avoid the opponent's weapon by a hair's breadth, and each attack would land precisely on the joints.

The cries from the gabions gradually died down. Some sober prisoners were clinging to the railings, nervously watching this sudden counterattack.

"Oh, it turns out that Renly's men are just like this in the mortal world."

Shen Qing was surprised to find that this group of men in black were indeed getting weaker and weaker.

I don't know if it was because of Renly that his Yin energy was weakened in the mortal world, or if it was because of Renly.

Yao Tailing looked at the battle situation on Shen Qingze's side, and then looked at Xiao Qihao with icy eyes in front of him. He suddenly felt that this scene was much more interesting than he had expected.

He licked the blood from the corner of his lips and opened the folding fan again.

The landscape painting on the fan swayed slightly during the fight.

"Don't be so hasty. If Master Ye saw you like this, would he hang you from the beam and ask me to teach you how to whip you?"

"Qihao! Don't be influenced by him!"

Shen Qingze's voice came from not far away. He knew that Yao Tailing was constantly taking advantage of Xiao Qihao's sense of shame.

As long as anger affects your judgment, your opponent will be defeated without you having to use your brain to analyze.

Psychological warfare, really dirty play!

Xiao Qihao's knife stopped in mid-air, not because of fear, but because the extreme anger gave him a moment of clarity.

Shen Qingze is right...

He can't be impulsive.

He recalled those nights when he was whipped until his skin was torn and his flesh was torn. Yao Tailing was sitting on a chair not far away, sipping tea leisurely and saying:

“Hitting the lower back hurts the most, but it won’t hurt any bones.”

"You, go to hell!"

Amid the roar, the short knife slashed towards Yao Tailing's face again with a sharp sound.

At the same time, the talisman at hand burst into golden light, and Yao Tailing was forced to retreat step by step.

Although his methods were despicable, in terms of close combat, he would definitely be no match for the professionally trained Xiao Qihao.

This is the winning opportunity that Xiao Qihao seized!

This time, there was no hesitation in Xiao Qihao's eyes.

There is only burning hatred and determination to win.