Chapter 36: The decisive battle at the headquarters, the two swords join forces
The moon is dark and the wind is strong.
In the underground secret room, there was no moon and no wind, only the swaying oil lamp, casting the distorted shadows of three people on the damp stone wall, like struggling ghosts.
Su Qinghan did not answer his question.
Because for a dying person, explanations are unnecessary.
She just looked at him quietly, and for the first time, her cold eyes completely removed all disguises, revealing the sharpness and majesty of the Six Gates Divine Constable.
This look completely broke Zhao Si's last psychological defense. He knew that today it was either you die or I die.
"Witch! I'll kill you first!"
Zhao Si roared angrily and slammed the food box in his hand towards Su Qinghan. At the same time, his body leaped out like a civet cat. With a flick of his right hand from his waist, a black light pierced Su Qinghan's heart. It was not a knife or a sword, but a sharp bone spike tempered with poison.
The fight of a trapped beast is the most dangerous.
Su Qinghan's eyes fixed, and instead of retreating, she advanced. She dodged the flying food box and, with a flick of her wrist, her longsword clanged out of its sheath.
The sword light was like a pool of autumn water, suddenly lighting up in the dim secret room.
"Snow on the Cold River"!
Unlike his performance outside in the open, in this cramped chamber, Su Qinghan's swordsmanship withheld all its elegance and grace, leaving only the purest, most deadly murderous intent. The blade's tip slashed past Zhao Si's bone spur, sending up a trail of tiny sparks.
"bite!"
With a crisp sound, Zhao Si felt his palm vibrate violently, and the bone spur in his hand nearly flew out. He was horrified to discover that the opponent's internal energy was far deeper and purer than he had imagined. The neutral and peaceful internal energy of the Canglang Jue was the perfect nemesis for his sinister ways.
When he missed the first attack, he immediately changed his tactics, raised his left hand, and sprinkled a cloud of black powder on Su Qinghan's head.
"Arsenic sand!"
Su Qinghan was prepared. She flicked her left sleeve and a gentle energy rolled out, blocking all the poisonous sand in front of her. At the same time, she used the "Treading on Snow Without Leaving a Trace" light skill and slid back several feet like a floating leaf, instantly creating distance.
"It's useless, Zhao Si." Su Qinghan stood with his sword in hand. "All your tricks are not worthy of being on the stage."
"Really?" A strange and sinister smile appeared on Zhao Si's face. He stomped his feet suddenly, and a few inconspicuous stone slabs on the floor of the secret room suddenly turned over. Several crossbow arrows coated with poison shot out from the ground, blocking all of Su Qinghan's retreat routes!
This was his real killer move! He deliberately showed weakness in order to lure Su Qinghan to the area where he had already set up traps.
The crossbow arrow came fast and hard, at a tricky angle, and was about to hit Su Qinghan.
At this critical moment, Su Qinghan made a move that Zhao Si couldn't understand. She didn't dodge or evade, but instead flicked her wrist, and three cold stars shot out from between her fingers, faster than a crossbow arrow!
The secret technique of the Six Gates, "Three-Inch Nails"!
The three steel nails were not shot at Zhao Si, but hit the man, Wang Sen, who was chained to the wall behind him in a V-shape and with precision.
Zhao Si was shocked: "What are you doing?!"
He couldn't understand why Su Qinghan would attack a half-dead prisoner at this critical moment of life and death.
The next moment, he understood.
Suddenly, a roar that seemed to come from the depths of hell and had been suppressed for a long time burst out from Wang Sen's throat.
"roar!!!"
The violent internal energy contained in that roar formed a visible gust of air that instantly swept through the entire chamber. The incoming crossbow arrows seemed to collide with an invisible wall before freezing in mid-air and falling powerlessly to the ground.
The expression on Zhao Si's face changed from astonishment to shock, and finally to boundless fear.
"Chief... Chief... you..."
He looked in horror at the man he had held captive for months.
Wang Sen slowly raised his head. His face, once as dry and bark-like, now took on a strange, bloody hue. His loose hair fluttered in the wind, and his cloudy eyes shone with a wolf-like ferocity.
"Zhao Si...you...damn traitor!"
His voice was hoarse, but full of explosive power.
There was a teeth-grinding sound of metal twisting, and he suddenly exerted force with his arms. The two steel hooks that were locked on his scapula and strong enough to penetrate metal and stone were actually pulled out of his flesh and blood alive!
Blood was gushing out, but he seemed to feel no pain.
“Clang clang!”
The thick iron chains that locked his limbs were instantly broken into pieces by his violent internal force!
How could this be a dying prisoner whose martial arts skills had been abolished? This was clearly a ferocious beast that had broken free from its shackles!
It turns out he wasn't deposed at all! He was indeed seriously injured during the battle in the valley, so he took advantage of the situation and deliberately allowed Zhao Si to "imprison" him. On the one hand, he could use Zhao Si as a shield to evade the Ning Palace's pursuit; on the other hand, he secretly healed his wounds, accumulated strength, and waited for the opportunity to make a comeback.
And the three "three-inch nails" that Su Qinghan had just thrown, although they seemed to be attacks, were actually hitting his blocked key points, helping him break through the last restraint in advance!
"Chief! I..." Zhao Si was so scared that he turned around and wanted to escape into the tunnel.
But Wang Sen is faster than him!
A shadow flashed by, and Wang Sen's hand, which was as skinny as a chicken claw but shining with metallic luster, had already grabbed Zhao Si's neck.
“Crack!”
With a crisp sound, Zhao Si's neck was easily broken, and the fear on his face was frozen forever.
Wang Sen casually threw Zhao Si's body aside, then turned around and looked at the only living person in the secret room, Su Qinghan, with a pair of eyes flashing with cruelty and greed.
"Feiyue...you are truly a good subordinate of mine." He licked the blood from his lips and smiled grimly, "You saved me. Tell me, what reward do you want? Do you want to be my deputy, or...do you want to be my woman?"
Su Qinghan's expression was more solemn than ever before.
She miscalculated.
She had thought Wang Sen was just a crippled man who could be easily controlled, but she had never imagined that she had released a wolf a hundred times more terrifying than Zhao Si.
"Wang Sen." She gripped the sword tightly in her hand. "What exactly happened in the valley? Who is behind the Ning Palace?"
"Want to know?" Wang Sen grinned, "Sure, beat me and I'll tell you!"
Before he finished speaking, he shot out like a cannonball, one of his sharp claws, with a sharp roar that tore through the air, heading straight for Su Qinghan's face.
His martial arts is the core secret skill of "Youquan" - "Crazy Claws". The moves are open and close, extremely cruel, and specialize in attacking the vital points of the human body.
Su Qinghan did not dare to delay. He stepped on the tiptoe and retreated. At the same time, the long sword in his hand formed a ball of sword flowers, which fell like pear blossoms in the sky and sprinkled towards Wang Sen.
"Cold River Snow" versus "Crazy Claws"!
For a moment, the small secret room was filled with sword energy and flying claws.
Su Qinghan's swordsmanship was agile and exquisite, the sword light like a net, layer upon layer, trying to trap Wang Sen in it. Her "Cold River Snow" swordsmanship, the key to her swordsmanship is the word "snow". The sword moves are continuous, like heavy snow covering the river surface, penetrating every hole and leaving the enemy with no escape.
However, Wang Sen's "mad claws" were completely unreasonable. He ignored those exquisite sword moves, allowing the sword edges of non-vital points to slash his body with bloody marks. His only goal was to tear through Su Qinghan's defenses in the most brutal and direct way possible and put her to death!
“Ding! Ding! Ding!”
The sharp claws and the long sword kept colliding, emitting dazzling sparks.
Su Qinghan grew increasingly apprehensive as the fight wore on. Wang Sen was like a tireless, pain-insensitive madman, each claw imbued with the resolve to perish together. In this cramped environment, her lightness advantage was infinitely diminished, while the opponent's life-or-death attack, a style that traded injury for life, unleashed its full power.
"Little girl! Your swordsmanship is too 'clean'!" Wang Sen laughed wildly, and forced Su Qinghan back with another claw. "A sword that kills people shouldn't be so beautiful!"
He rushed forward suddenly, hooked his five fingers, and ignored the long sword that Su Qinghan stabbed at his chest, and grabbed her wrist!
Su Qinghan's heart trembled. If he caught her, with the power of his claws, her wrist would be crushed in an instant. She had no choice but to withdraw her sword mid-strike. With a twist of her wrist, the blade changed from stabbing to slashing, slicing towards Wang Sen's fingers.
Wang Sen has been waiting for this moment!
The left claw he used to grab Su Qinghan's wrist was a feint. The real killer move was his right claw that had been hidden behind him!
At the moment when Su Qinghan changed his moves, his right claw, like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, brought with it a gust of fishy wind and grabbed her throat like lightning!
Too fast!
Su Qinghan's pupils shrank sharply. She had already exhausted all possible tactics and was about to die under the claws.
It is a life-or-death moment in this one-millionth of a second.
Without any warning, a dark blue figure, lighter than a shadow and lighter than a sigh, hung upside down from a vent at the top of the secret room.
The timing of his appearance was precise to the millimeter.
There was no sound of wind, no murderous aura, only a cold light that was condensed to the extreme and seemed to be able to pierce the soul.
"A moment of beauty"!
It was a short sword with a narrow blade, named "Moment". It did not strike at Wang Sen's vital points, but arrived first, and at an incredible angle, lightly touched Wang Sen's wrist with his right claw.
"bite!"
It was as if a naughty boy had just hit the bell with a stone.
But Wang Sen's thunderous claw seemed to be immobilized by a spell, and suddenly froze in mid-air, just three inches away from Su Qinghan's throat. A feminine yet domineering sword energy penetrated his body, instantly paralyzing his entire right arm.
Wang Sen let out a roar of shock and anger, and his left claw gave up Su Qinghan and swept towards the "uninvited guest" who suddenly appeared.
Chen Ye's figure made an incredible turn in the air, and landed on the ground like a fallen leaf, standing right next to Su Qinghan.
He didn't look at Su Qinghan, or even Wang Sen. His calm eyes were fixed on the sword in his hand. It was as if the earth-shattering sword strike just now was just a speck of dust brushed off by him.
"Heaven...Tianji Pavilion?!" Wang Sen roared in shock and anger. He recognized that ghostly body movement and that deadly sword intent.
Shen Ye did not answer.
Su Qinghan survived the ordeal, her chest heaving violently. Looking at the familiar figure beside her, her heart, strained by the desperate struggle, miraculously calmed down.
She didn't need to ask why he was here.
He has always been there.
The two men stood side by side, one in white as white as snow, the other in dark blue as ink; one wielded a long sword like autumn water, the other a short sword like flowing light.
They didn't exchange a single word, yet it seemed as if they had rehearsed this a thousand times.
Su Qinghan's eyes turned cold and resolute again. She took a half step forward with her left foot, forming a pincer attack with Shen Ye.
Fight and start again!
This time, it is no longer a solo dance, but a fatal dance of two swords combined!
"kill!!!"
Wang Sen went completely mad. He knew that facing these two top assassins today, he had no chance of survival. His only chance of survival was to kill one of them in the shortest possible time, at any cost!
He chose Su Qinghan!
In his opinion, although this woman's swordsmanship is excellent, she lacks murderous intent and is the weak link between the two.
He roared wildly, and stretched out his claws, which turned into claw shadows all over the sky, like a huge net, covering Su Qinghan head-on.
This time, Su Qinghan did not retreat.
Behind her stood Shen Ye.
The "Hanjiangxue" sword technique was unleashed with full force, and the sword light was like a waterfall, instantly casting an impenetrable silver light curtain in front of the two men. Su Qinghan was the "Ming", the front line of the battlefield. Her mission was to use the most gorgeous and dense sword net to attract Wang Sen's full attention and suppress all his attack routes.
And the deep night is "darkness".
He stood behind the light curtain, seemingly merging with the shadows. His fleeting movements transformed him into a series of blurry afterimages in the confined space. Wang Sen had no way of pinpointing his position.
If he doesn't make a move, it's fine, but once he does, it's a deadly murder!
“Ding ding ding!”
Wang Sen's mad claws slammed into Su Qinghan's sword screen frantically, making a deafening sound of metal clashing. Although Su Qinghan's sword screen was tough, it began to shake slightly under the opponent's reckless attack.
Just when Wang Sen gathered all his strength and smashed a dent in the sword curtain with one claw, and was about to break the defense!
A silent sword light pierced out from Su Qinghan's left rib, an absolute blind spot.
"moment"!
This sword was so fast that it exceeded the limits of vision.
Wang Sen felt a chill in his left ribs, followed by a sharp pain. He looked down and saw a wound so deep he could see the bone, blood gushing out. He hadn't even seen how the other party had struck the sword!
The severe pain from the injury only aroused Wang Sen's ferocity. He ignored everything and continued to attack Su Qinghan.
Su Qinghan's long sword drew a graceful arc, and with a move of "Snow Surrounding the Blue Pass", he removed the opponent's claw force. At the same time, the sword tip turned like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and pierced Wang Sen's lower abdomen.
Wang Sen was forced to defend himself, crossing his claws and barely clamping Su Qinghan's sword.
He was about to use his strength to break the sword, but suddenly he felt a fatal chill on his back!
Chen Ye's figure had appeared behind him at some point!
At this moment, Wang Sen's heart was broken. He faced a desperate situation: if he continued to twist his sword, his back would be pierced; if he turned around to resist, Su Qinghan's sword would pierce his dantian.
The two of them, one attacking and one defending, one in front and one behind, coordinated perfectly, not giving him any chance to breathe or think!
“Ahhhh!”
Wang Sen roared in frustration, and made the most insane decision. He actually loosened his claws, allowing Su Qinghan's sword to pierce his abdomen. At the same time, he suddenly thrust his body forward, intending to use his body to smash Su Qinghan and the sword in her hand against the wall!
He wanted to use his serious injury in exchange for the chance to kill Su Qinghan!
However, no matter how fast he was, Shen Ye's sword was even faster!
Just as he rushed forward, Chen Ye's dagger had already swept across the back of his neck.
It didn't cut his neck, just a slight stroke.
A line of blood appeared.
Wang Sen's forward momentum suddenly faltered. He felt all the strength in his body rapidly drain away along with the blood spurting out from the back of his neck. The force he had used to hit Su Qinghan had become weak and powerless.
This is not the end yet.
After Su Qinghan stabbed the opponent's lower abdomen with his sword, he twisted his wrist suddenly without any hesitation!
"puff!"
The sword energy exploded in Wang Sen's body, completely destroying his dantian.
Wang Sen's body twitched violently, his knees softened, and he fell to the ground.
He lost.
He was defeated so completely and so quickly. From the moment Shen Ye attacked to the moment he fell, the entire process took only a dozen breaths.
His martial arts skills were not weak to begin with, and he was even considered a top-notch master in the martial arts world. However, under the joint attack of the two top assassins of the time (at least in his opinion), he didn't have even the slightest chance.
Su Qinghan slowly pulled out the bloody sword, pointing the tip of the sword at the ground, and blood dripped down the edge of the sword.
Finally, she used the move "Falling Moon over the Cold River". With a flash of sword light, the long sword accurately pierced Wang Sen's right shoulder blade, nailing him to the ground and making him unable to move.
At the same time, Chen Ye's figure moved forward like a ghost, and the dagger that had killed countless people was pressed against Wang Sen's throat coldly and steadily.
The secret room finally returned to a deathly silence, with only Wang Sen's heavy and painful breathing and the subtle crackling sound of the burning oil lamp in the corner.
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