The opponent was exhausting Xiao Nanhui's physical strength by fighting him in turns, and his sinister intentions were self-evident.
The encirclement was getting tighter and tighter. Xiao Nanhui stood there with his back against a stone wall, gasping for breath.
"Hello."
Suddenly, a voice rang out amid the sounds of fighting.
The leading assassin shuddered and turned sharply. He was known for his alertness, but he had managed to get so close without noticing, proving his opponent's lightness skills far surpassed his own.
At first glance, I saw a short figure squatting on the head of a stone lion by the roadside. It had a single bun on its round head, and its silhouette looked like a gourd. Who else could it be but a shrike?
"Hey, aren't you begging me?"
The round head seemed oblivious to the flashing swords and shadows on the ground. It sat astride the stone lion's head, its two short legs swinging back and forth.
Xiao Nanhui fiercely threw the remaining inch-long iron rod on the ground, patted the dust off his hands, and pointed at the assassins who were staring at each other: "These are yours, no need to thank me."
After saying this, without waiting for the Shrike to react, he jumped onto the stone lion in a flash. The next second, he stepped on the opponent's honest head, and used the force to push himself onto the roof. He didn't care how many tiles he broke, and fled from the battlefield in big strides.
Shrike quickly touched the flattened bun on his head, stared angrily at the figure disappearing rapidly on the roof, then suddenly turned around to look at the people behind him, with a look of anger on his face.
"What are you looking at?! Haven't you ever seen someone get ambushed?"
Seeing that the person they wanted to catch had escaped, the leading assassin sneered and moved his wrist slightly. The chain with a cold glow became like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, raising its head and biting towards the Shrike.
A flash of white light appeared, and something cold reflected the moonlight and flashed by.
Then there was the sound of breaking gold.
The golden hook on the chain fell to the ground with a thud, and the entire iron chain fell to the ground like a giant python with its head cut off.
The leading assassin was still looking at the chain in his hand, with disbelief in his eyes.
"So this is the Golden Snake King that has been touted in the martial arts world in recent years. I haven't been involved in martial arts for a long time, but I didn't know it had fallen to this state. Is it really deserted? Even a weakling can have a reputation."
The short figure spoke in a very arrogant and experienced tone, still standing firmly on the lion's head, with two sharp knives in his hands.
They were two short swords, no more than an inch long, with slender blades and slightly raised front ends. They had no decoration at all and looked very ordinary.
Yet, these two ordinary short swords sever the fine steel chain in a split second. The chain was already longer, and unlike the steel of a sword, it possessed the advantage of using softness to overcome hardness, yet it was still completely defeated in a single blow.
There is indeed a principle of mutual restraint between martial arts and weapons in this world, but if the strength difference is huge, there is no such thing as advantage.
The world of martial arts is a cruel place where only ability counts.
"Are you guys coming one by one, or all together?"
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