Chapter 81 My Name is Cangqiong
In the distance on the river, a boat was approaching slowly.
On the boat, some people were leaning against swords, some were drinking and making fists, some were cleaning bows and crossbows, and some were reviewing Yin-Yang techniques.
"This is incredible. This time, we can make a fortune by following the Empress Dowager."
"You're making a big fuss about nothing. Is it worth all of us to go out to fight for Emperor Jing?"
"That can't be helped. We are desperate criminals. We have been taken in by the Empress Dowager for so long. We should do something to help her."
"Maybe I can even become a high-ranking official. Besides, wouldn't it be exciting to kill Emperor Jing? If I kill Emperor Jing, I will be completely famous in my lifetime."
A few people were chatting and laughing from time to time.
A big man picked up a jar of wine and drank it all in one gulp. He looked ferocious, and the back of his hand roughly rubbed across his thick lips. He also had separate handcuffs on his hands and feet.
The handcuffs on his hands were tied with long and thick iron chains, which were also his weapons.
The big man was obviously the leader of this group of people. He was so powerful and his murderous intent was almost condensed into substance.
“Boom—”
He casually threw the wine jar into the river, causing high splashes of water.
The water surface sparkled under the moonlight, but it was quiet here because it was late at night.
As the boat approached the river bank, the man at the helm gradually saw a figure walking back and forth on the shore. The man squinted his eyes and said, "There's a person on the shore."
"Could it be someone sent by the Empress Dowager to pick us up?"
"Go check first to see if the other party is a good person. If not, kill him."
The waves were spreading, and the boat had not yet reached the shore. Only a clear and pleasant female voice could be heard coming from the shore, like the sound of jade colliding or the gurgling of a stream, so beautiful to hear.
"Boatman, I want to cross the river, can you give me a ride?"
Only then did everyone see clearly the slender figure hidden under the soft white gauze skirt, and the hair hanging down on both temples was visible through the light gauze that was occasionally blown by the wind.
This woman must be extremely beautiful, because her slender waist and elegant and cold temperament are already very alluring.
But what woman would dare to go out alone at night? Not to mention crossing a river?
The big man who had been sitting inside lifted the curtain and walked out, only then could he see clearly the situation on the opposite side.
One man, one sword, and one snow-white body, they form a unique beauty in this world.
"This boat is unmanned."
The big man's voice was hoarse, and the rustling sound that rubbed against people's eardrums was particularly uncomfortable.
The woman saw that he was stunned, and her voice suddenly became happy: "I think you are very strong, so fight with me."
With respect for her opponent, she made a "please" gesture: "I am Cangqiong, please don't show mercy."
Not a good person.
This woman is very dangerous.
"Recently, there is a rumor that there is a strange woman who has been searching for the strongest challenge and has never failed. Could this be the one in front of me?"
"What kind of extraordinary woman is this? How strong can a woman be? I'll go first."
The man holding the crossbow curled his lips in disdain. Relying on the fact that he was still some distance away from the shore on the boat, he narrowed his eyes and aimed at her, ready to shoot with the crossbow.
With a "whoosh" sound, a short arrow was shot out, cutting through the air flow at high speed. Immediately following, several "whoosh" sounds were fired continuously. The corners of his mouth curled up in an arc of excitement.
But before he could be happy for a second, he suddenly retreated in fear, just because of a clear bell sound. The woman jumped up lightly, tapped the arrow in the air with her toes, and used the trampled clothes to hunt, like a flying butterfly about to cross the river and land on the boat. The big man narrowed his eyes, swung out his fists, and the iron chain attacked her like a flexible soft snake.
People's weaknesses are very obvious in the air because they can't dodge at will like on land, but she just spun her body, stepped on the iron chain with her toes, and moved forward lightly. The tremendous internal force shook the lake surface and caused high water jets to explode continuously. The sound of bells urging her life became more and more urgent, and she had already drawn her sword.
“Get out of the way!”
The others took out their bows and crossbows and shot hastily into the air, but their shots were blocked one by one by the long sword that seemed to be cast from moonlight.
The woman's exposed wrist was slender and white, as if anyone could break it. The strong airflow generated by her fast movement lifted the veil, revealing her slender black eyebrows and murderous eyes.
Kakai's mind finally started to turn slowly, and someone suddenly remembered the portrait that the Empress Dowager had shown them. She was...
"scene……"
His eyes widened in disbelief. The sword had already cut his throat. Blood spurted out, and the body fell into the river with a "thump", just like the wine altar that the man had abandoned.
The others haven't reacted yet, they are in the fog, but their whole bodies are like taut strings.
Very strong, this woman is so strong that it seems like she shouldn't exist in this world.
She landed on the deck gently like a seagull, casually made a sword flower to shake off the blood on the sword, and the sword ornaments and bells on her wrists jingled again, and the falling veil covered her charming face again.
"Hmm? Did anyone say anything?"
The water jets caused by her internal force soaked everyone on the boat. They were in a mess, but she was dry and refreshed, like a fairy under the moon.
It was absolutely powerful, hopelessly powerful.
No one answered her, but she didn't care. She just pointed the tip of her sword at the big man and said, "I am Cang Qiong, what is your name?"
The muscles in the big man's arms bulged, veins were prominent, and he swung his fists with overwhelming force, the chains whirring: "The one who killed you!"
The woman was about to move, but she found that someone had secretly set up a formation under her feet. The Yin-Yang formation rotated so that her feet could not move.
The long sword swung across and hit the handcuffs on the big man's hands. The collision of metal made a very clear "clang" sound, like the cry of a phoenix.
When the people around her saw that she was restrained, they rushed over with weapons in hand. Arrows were shot and swords pierced her forehead. It seemed so natural for a group of people to besiege one person.
The woman chuckled happily, her tone indifferent: "How can this small circle trap me?"
With a "bang", her internal energy transformed into solid white gas and shook away all the tools attacking her.
The shock was so great that arrows broke, and the sword-wielder dropped his sword, and his body became numb.
She seemed to have crushed something with her foot, and the circular magic ritual with soft light disappeared without a trace in an instant.
He lifted his leg upward with all his strength, and his seemingly weak foot pushed the big man holding the long sword back several steps.
She threw the long sword into the air, her skirt rippled, and her slender and powerful legs had already clamped the neck of the person next to her. As she turned around, the sword broke with a "crack".
As the man died, the long sword fell into her hands, and the sharp sword, as fast as the wind, pierced another person's chest.
Twenty people were fooled by her and died one after another without any help.
Nothing works.
These vicious fugitives had been a headache for many countries for a long time, but she killed them as easily as cutting carrots.
The blood dyed the river red. The woman pointed her sword at the only surviving man on the other side. She tilted her head and did not even breathe disorderly: "I am Cangqiong, what is your name?"
The night was very quiet. There was a strong smell of blood in the wind. Her white dress was inevitably stained with some scarlet, but that scarlet was not even half as bright as the color of the woman's lips revealed through the veil.
A touch of white in the blood-red exudes a decadent and lustful aura.
The big man curled his fingers slightly, with a desperate tone: "My name is Zhou San."
The woman curled her lips and smiled: "Then, come and fight me on Wednesday--"