Before she could think about it, the other party had already launched the attack.
What was coming towards them was not a hail of swords and sabers, but rather a series of thin threads like spider silk. These threads intertwined into a web, and under the control of those people, they quickly tightened towards the center.
Xiao Nanhui narrowly avoided it, but the lines immediately changed and wrapped around him from another direction. Xiao Nanhui subconsciously drew the dagger from his waist and slashed at the taut line.
The harsh sound of metal friction echoed in her ears, causing tinnitus.
The thin thread cut through her temples, and a strand of hair fell off instantly, falling to the ground along with half of the severed blade.
Xiao Nanhui finally understood how Xiong Bingnan's head fell off the table.
Even if it was martial arts, the moves before him were far too vicious and cruel. Moreover, why had such extreme tactics never been heard of before? Or had everyone who had seen this formation already...
In the corner, there was a strange light in Ding Weixiang's eyes. He didn't say anything, but just held his sword with his left hand.
The net that could cut through iron like mud tightened again, this time enveloping everyone in it, as if it was going to crush everything.
Ding Weixiang finally moved.
This was the first time Xiao Nanhui saw the knife in his hand unsheathed.
But to be precise, she only saw the action of drawing the knife out of the sheath, and did not see the knife itself clearly. She could only catch a passing shadow and the sound of those hard and thin threads being cut.
Just like that night at the altar.
This man's body movements and the sword have become one, moving faster than the human eye can capture.
Of course, speed is one thing, but the knife in his hand is another.
Judging from the broken edge of her dagger just now, the thin wire used by these assassins is made of special materials, specially designed to deal with the blades of various cold weapons. The harder they chop head-on, the more likely they are to be cut in half.
But the knife in Ding Weixiang's hand was not affected at all, and he himself obviously never worried about this.
This man's martial arts background was even more mysterious than she had imagined.
The long line was cut off, and the dozen or so people were obviously a little surprised, but they dispersed tacitly, turning the long line into a short line, preparing to defeat the people in front of them one by one.
With Ding Weixiang's martial arts attainments, it was only a matter of time before he killed everyone in the arena. However, he seemed to have no intention of leaving Zhongli Jing at all. He just wanted to kill those who rushed to his door, without caring about anything else.
Gradually, the assassins realized the man's high martial arts skills and stopped trying to stop him. Instead, they turned around and attacked Xiao Nanhui and Hao Bai. Hao Bai didn't know martial arts and was immediately held back.
The situation was escalating. Xiao Nanhui only regretted that he had left in such a hurry that he did not have time to get his weapon. Now he had to resort to close combat.
She kicked someone away, anxious like an ant on a hot pan, and roared at the dumbfounded Hao Bai: "What are you standing there for?! Hand me a weapon!"
Hao Bai shuddered, as if coming back to life, and looked around in panic. The Xiong family used to hire people to guard their territory, and now, on the wall behind him, there were many axes, hooks, forks, swords, spears, and halberds hanging. There were many styles, but they were all covered in dust and looked like they were just for show.
"What weapon do you use?"
Xiao Nan was overwhelmed: "Any weapon!"
Hao Bai was confused and grabbed the one closest to him. Without even taking a closer look, he threw it hard towards Xiao Nanhui.
There was a loud bang.
Xiao Nanhui looked at the two octagonal lotus hammers on the ground, his eyes twitching, and he had no choice but to pick them up resignedly and swung them to meet the sword that was coming towards him.
Although the hammer is very lethal, it is too heavy and difficult to lift, let alone against an assassin who excels in agility.
Xiao Nanhui was out of breath after swinging twice. The opponent continued to attack, so Xiao Nanhui simply bent down and used the two sledgehammers as a "millstone" to hit the opponent's feet.
The hammer struck and a hole was created on the ground. One of the killers was unable to dodge and was hit on the instep. He screamed and fell to the ground. The next second, Ding Weixiang's knife swept past like the wind, and the man's throat was bleeding.
Xiao Nanhui felt that he had found the trick of this weapon, so he joined the fight and cooperated with Ding Weixiang, handing people over to his sword one by one. The remaining assassins were suppressed in an instant.
Hao Bai was thrown aside, and the next second he turned around and met Zou Sifang's eyes. After a few seconds of stalemate, the other man suddenly got up, grabbed the emerald jade seal on Xiong Bingnan's head, and took advantage of Xiao Nanhui and Ding Weixiang to entangle the group and rushed out.
Hao Bai was dumbfounded. He only had time to shout a few words: "Zou Sifang ran away!"
Xiao Nanhui suddenly turned around, ignoring the danger behind him, and threw the sledgehammer in his hand hard, knocking a killer away, then chased towards the door.
This scene fell into the eyes of the man who had been watching coldly in the corner. He closed his eyes, and for a moment he seemed to intend to stay where he was and wait for the end of this battle whose outcome was already decided.
But in the end, he moved.
Ding Weixiang's knife was getting faster and faster. When he killed the last person with his knife and looked back, Zhongli Jing and Xiao Nanhui had disappeared.
Ding Weixiang's heart skipped a beat, and the knife in his hand went astray, cutting off half of the head of the man next to him.
That person...that person must not get into any harm.
The shrike guarding the gate was leaning against the carriage and picking his teeth.
It's not that she didn't hear the noise in the room, but she was still upset that Xiao Nanhui asked her to stay to watch the car, and was determined not to go in to help. She was thinking about how to save face later, but she saw the double wooden doors of the Xiong family mansion being kicked open with a "bang", and a man with disheveled hair rushed out.
If it’s not Zou Sifang, then who else could it be?
The shrike spat out the grass stick in his mouth, stood up slowly, and sat on the beam of the cart in the posture of a master.
Zou Sifang looked at the carriage at the door, gritted his teeth and turned to run towards the backyard of the Xiong family mansion.
The backyard of the Xiong family's house is not like the backyard of an ordinary family. There is not a single blade of grass or a single flower. There are only piles of deer bones like mountains. The herbalists of the Xiong family drag the deer bones that are not available for use in making medicine from the swamp back here, and then clean them up one by one.
Bones and antlers covered the place, and broken and rotten fur was scattered everywhere.
But Zou Sifang had no time to worry about these things. Driven by the desire to survive, his increasingly useless legs seemed to have their veins opened up and moved rapidly.
Xiao Nanhui did not expect that this man who was half dead a few days ago could run so fast, but what she did not expect was that Zou Sifang in front of her rushed out of the Xiong family's backyard and plunged into a reed marsh that was more than one person tall.
Xiao Nanhui paused for a moment.
She knew what was in the reed marsh, but Zou Sifang still had it in his hands.
Without hesitation, Xiao Nanhui also ran into the endless reed marsh. At that moment, she seemed to hear someone behind her hurriedly calling her name.
But Zou Sifang's figure had quickly disappeared. She had no time to care about him and hurriedly ran into the depths of the swamp.
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