He thought taking her down would be a piece of cake, but when Gongsun Yaoqin thrust her sword at him, his eyes narrowed into slits, like a cheetah sensing danger.
This sword strike carried an inexplicable pressure, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him, sending a chill down his spine.
In an instant, Wen Hu's true energy surged wildly, like a surging river, all of it pouring into the sword in his hand.
The sword's blade shimmered and flickered with light, resembling a nimble silver dragon.
He shouted and slashed his sword horizontally with overwhelming force, intending to deflect Gongsun Yaoqin's sword.
In his view, Gongsun Yaoqin's initiative to engage in close combat was tantamount to walking into a trap, which suited him perfectly.
As long as you suppress her in close combat and then find an opportunity to kill her, even if Prefect Han Wentian, Commandant Guo Tianyi, and City Lord Ye Tiannan want to come to her rescue, it will probably be too late.
The two men drew their swords with lightning speed, and almost simultaneously, their longswords clashed in mid-air.
With a loud clang, the sound of metal clashing was deafening.
Wen Hu's face instantly turned extremely ugly. His confident expression vanished, replaced by disbelief and astonishment.
Wen Hu felt a powerful and strange force surging along the sword. His full-force sword strike was like hitting a towering mountain. Not only did it fail to deflect Gongsun Yaoqin's sword, but it also made his tiger's mouth go numb.
Gongsun Yaoqin's sword only deflected slightly, its tip still flashing coldly like a venomous snake's tongue, continuing to thrust swiftly towards him.
In that instant, Wen Hu felt as if his arm had been struck by a heavy hammer. The tingling and numb sensation spread throughout his body, and the long sword in his hand almost slipped out of his grasp. His face was filled with horror and disbelief.
Startled, Wen Hu instantly recalled the Wen family's unique Willow Floss Movement Technique at this critical moment.
He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and suddenly turned his body, as light and elusive as a willow catkin in the wind, narrowly avoiding Gongsun Yaoqin's fatal sword strike.
However, before he could even catch his breath and his breathing had even calmed down, he saw Gongsun Yaoqin's figure dart around like a ghost in the dark night, her long sword thrusting repeatedly. With a few "swish, swish, swish" sounds, three sharp sword shadows, like three agile dragons, were aimed straight at his vital points.
With his life hanging by a thread, Wen Hu dared not hold back in the slightest. He frantically circulated his true energy, like a volcano about to erupt, unleashing a torrent of heat.
He gripped his longsword tightly and charged forward without hesitation to meet Gongsun Yaoqin's sword shadows. The two instantly clashed.
Wen Hu finally realized that the seemingly weak little girl in front of him was actually a mid-level Martial Grandmaster, whose realm was comparable to his own.
Thinking that he had only managed to break through to the mid-level Martial Grandmaster at the age of fifty, while Gongsun Yaoqin was only eighteen or nineteen years old, the difference in their talents was like heaven and earth, which made him feel bitter.
Recalling what Gongsun Yaoqin had said earlier—that she had crippled Shi Wenshan, Shi Yujiao, and even Shi Xiu—he had scoffed at the time, thinking that the girl was just spouting nonsense and bragging.
But now, having personally experienced Gongsun Yaoqin's sharp sword moves and powerful true energy, he was completely convinced.
At this moment, he was forced into a desperate situation and had no choice but to fight back against Gongsun Yaoqin.
He knew that in the face of a true master, simply dodging and evading would only allow the opponent to exploit his weaknesses, suppress him more severely, and defeat him even faster.
So he gritted his teeth, made a snap decision, and launched a preemptive attack, hoping to use his years of profound swordsmanship to reverse the precarious situation.
Although the two were at the same level, Wen Hu was confident that he had been immersed in swordsmanship for decades, and that every move contained the accumulation and tempering of time. He firmly believed that his swordsmanship was definitely superior to Gongsun Yaoqin's.
At this moment, both of them pushed their speed to the limit, using speed to fight speed. The sword shadows flashed and the sound of swords rang out incessantly, like dense drumbeats pounding on everyone's hearts.
To onlookers, their figures had long since become blurred, transforming into two rapidly moving afterimages.
Apart from Fang Han and a host of experts including the prefect, the military commander, and the city lord, almost no one present could clearly see the actual situation of the battle between Gongsun Yaoqin and Wen Hu.
All the onlookers could see were two sword shadows intertwining wildly, sometimes separating, sometimes colliding, each clash accompanied by a loud bang.
"Once my father kills Gongsun Yaoqin, you'll be next!"
Wen Keren's almond-shaped eyes widened as she glared fiercely at Fang Han, Fang Yingxue, Fang Qing, Zhou Chi, Ye Qianqiu, and Ye Qianqian.
In her mind, her father Wen Hu killing Gongsun Yaoqin was nothing more than a piece of cake.
No matter how powerful Gongsun Yaoqin was, she believed that she would surely die by her father's sword within a few dozen moves.
"Wen Keren, what's your hurry? After your father is thoroughly defeated by Gongsun Yaoqin, I'll have some fun with you!"
Fang Yingxue raised her eyebrows slightly and snorted coldly.
"You...you're tired of living!"
Wen Keren was instantly enraged, and with a clang, her long sword was drawn.
Her brother Wen Ligong was seriously injured, and the flames of hatred burned fiercely in her chest. She had long wished she could tear Zhou Chi, Fang Han, and the insolent Fang Yingxue in front of her to pieces to vent her hatred.
"Bang!"
Just then, a deep, loud bang, like a thunderclap from the horizon, made everyone's ears ring.
The two sword shadows of Gongsun Yaoqin and Wen Hu, which were originally intertwined and dazzling, vanished instantly.
Immediately afterwards, a figure flew out from the sword shadows like a kite with a broken string, moving at great speed and drawing an arc in the air.
"Hmph, Gongsun Yaoqin's fate is your fate in a moment..."
While Wen Keren was hurling threats at Fang Yingxue, she glanced sideways at the figure flying backwards.
In her mind, this person must be Gongsun Yaoqin, who was defeated by her father.
But the next second, with a "thud," the man crashed heavily in front of her, raising a cloud of dust.
Wen Keren stared intently, and her whole body froze instantly. The smug look on her face vanished without a trace, replaced by fear and disbelief.
The person who smashed a huge crater in the ground and is now lying in the crater, his life hanging in the balance, is none other than her proud and invincible father, Wen Hu.
"This...how is this possible? How could this happen?"
Wen Keren panicked immediately.
Seeing that Wen Hu was vomiting blood, she disregarded her fight with Fang Yingxue and drew her sword to pounce on Gongsun Yaoqin.
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