The two exchanged countless blows, and Su Qinghe was already sweating profusely, but she could clearly sense that her opponent was starting to lose strength.
Having satisfied her desires, Su Qinghe was too lazy to waste any more time with this man. Finding an opening in the man's defenses, she kicked him several meters away.
Ling Feng slammed his back against the wall, clutching his chest, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.
"Not bad martial arts skills, but it's a pity he's an assassin." Su Qinghe walked step by step toward Ling Feng.
"Ahem... Why aren't you making a move!"
The person on the ground said something out of the blue, and Su Qinghe's alarm bells went off instantly. At the same time the person spoke, she sensed an extra presence outside the house.
"not good!"
She quickly turned around, and the man had already broken through the window and jumped in, now approaching the bed.
Su Qinghe's pupils trembled; even if she got there now, it would be too late.
She grabbed a water glass from the side and threw it, hitting the man directly on the head.
At the same time, he didn't dare to slack off, and took advantage of the man's dizziness to walk to the bedside in a few steps.
After exchanging several blows, although his skills were far inferior to the previous person, he was no longer an ordinary character.
Seeing that his men had held Su Qinghe back, Ling Feng paused for a moment, then propped himself up and thrust his sword forward again. However, when the sword was less than half a meter away from Su Qinghe, it turned and stabbed at the man on the bed.
Su Qinghe couldn't stop him in time and bumped into him sideways.
The sword pierced her left shoulder. Su Qinghe's eyes turned fierce. She grabbed the shards of the cup she had just used and threw them at the neck of the person in front of her.
Ling Feng couldn't dodge in time, and his head tilted to the left. The shard tore through his veil, leaving a bloody mark on his neck.
Su Qinghe kicked the man away, and the man also pulled out his sword.
She had no swords or knives, and the two men were used to threatening her with Ji Qingyu, so she had no choice but to stand guard by the bed and use the broken pieces of cups on the ground as weapons.
With her shoulder injured, her movements weren't as fluid as before, and she struggled against two skilled opponents.
Another fragment was thrown, this time it pulled off the veil of the first person.
Seeing the prominent Adam's apple, Su Qinghe paused.
"It was a man?"
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