Bringing advanced martial arts techniques to a low-level martial arts world

Chapter 120 Sun and Moon

"This little girl still lacks experience."

The dancer kicked Sima Ling away and hid the silver dagger back inside her red dress, which only reached her upper thighs.

It's not uncommon for wealthy people to have skilled servants among them, especially since she wasn't even a skilled one, just a hidden mole.

The guards rushed into the courtyard, intending to chase after An Lan.

However, the next second, everyone fell to the ground and stopped moving, dying just like that.

"What?!"

The dancer's pupils dilated in shock; she hadn't seen how these people had died at all.

hidden weapon?

She instinctively took a half step back, but the body she was supposed to touch had vanished without a trace.

Turning around abruptly, she saw a young man embracing the woman in black she had stabbed, under the lights a few meters away.

The man looked somewhat familiar.

"I saw him at the Heroes' Gathering in Chu Xiang! He is Sheng Wansong!"

One of the dancers cried out in alarm, startling the guard so much that his face turned ashen.

Times have changed. Who in the martial arts world today hasn't heard of Sheng Wansong?

The dancer and bodyguard clasped their hands in a fist salute, their smiles forced, and said, "Young Master Sheng, it's me."

Although these dancers might be rated 80 out of 100 for their looks, their lips are so alluring that no one could resist them, and Sheng Wansong had no interest in listening to anything they had to say.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes.

Under the power of the first of the four tribulations of the Sacred Heart, the Tribulation of Shocking Eyes, all the dancers who possessed martial arts skills perished, their souls scattered.

Those without martial arts skills will be delirious and confused, and when they regain consciousness, they will forget everything that happened that night.

Sheng Wansong, holding Sima Ling in his arms, took two steps forward.

He left the Lü residence in one step, crossed the street in another, and returned to his hotel room.

Place Sima Ling on the table.

"The little girl is quite skilled, but she still lacks experience."

Katsu Mansong gave the same assessment as the dancer.

The two dancers were extremely ruthless. Sima Ling suffered two injuries: one to her spine and the other to her kidney, which was also twisted.

Even with modern medicine, such injuries would at best save his life, but he would have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

But what Sheng Wansong possessed was a metaphysical power that transcended modern medicine.

Sima Ling was wracked with excruciating pain and couldn't even faint. She mumbled, "I...I'm...I'm beyond saving."

Sheng Wansong calmly said, "Speak less and wait."

He channeled his internal energy into Sima Ling's body, setting her spine and repairing her organs.

Sima Ling's vision was blurred, as if veiled by a thick fog, but the man was intently healing her wounds.

Despite appearing to be completely focused, he actually still had the energy to keep an eye on An Lan's situation.

When An Lan chased him into the main house, she couldn't find any flaws.

The secret passage had already been closed.

If it were Shangguan Hong, she might be able to find a flaw, but An Lan couldn't.

But she has her own way of doing things.

"Undercurrents are surging!"

An Lan manipulated her surging true energy, creating a gust of wind that blew everything in the room away.

The only candlestick left in place was clearly the mechanism for the secret passage.

An Lan stepped forward, grabbed the candlestick, and shook it haphazardly a couple of times. Sure enough, a secret passage opened up in the ground.

An Lan rushed into the secret passage and quickly stepped forward.

Soon, the sounds of flashing swords and clashing blades could be heard ahead.

As she approached, two graceful women dressed in the same black outfit blocked Lü Qinghou's path with sharp swords.

Lu Qinghou was often infatuated with wine and women, and his skills were mediocre.

He was already at a disadvantage against two opponents, but Shangguan Hong and the other woman deliberately spared his life, waiting for An Lan to come and finish him off.

Upon seeing An Lan arrive, the two drew their swords simultaneously.

As their sharp swords forced Lü Qinghou back, the two immediately withdrew and blocked the exit to prevent Lü Qinghou from escaping.

The two men in front of him were no match for him, and the killing god behind him had so quickly dealt with ten elite guards who were chasing after him, and was an expert far superior to himself.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Lü Qinghou couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh: "I, Lü Qinghou, have lived a heroic life, never imagining I would die at the hands of a woman."

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"hero?!"

Upon uttering those two words, even the gentle Ouyang Xue frowned, angrily retorting, "What kind of hero are you, committing countless evils and preying on the people!"

Shangguan Hong said, "There's no point in talking to this kind of evil heretic. An'an, kill him quickly."

This is a dark passage where the sun never shines.

An Lan hesitated, wondering if her master would see her performance.

Then, on second thought, he cursed himself for not trusting his master.

With Lu Qinghou, the culprit who killed his father and mother, massacred his village, and killed countless relatives and friends, right in front of him, An Lan immediately unleashed a deadly move.

"The Second Form of the Doomsday Martial Arts Manual!"

An Lan poured all her inner energy into her right palm, using her hand as a blade, and raised her arm high above her head.

It was said to be high, but it wasn't even as high as Lü Qinghou's throat.

A dark, abyss-like internal force surged from his fingertips, transforming into a black demonic blade several meters high that pierced the top of the secret passage.

"The sun and moon set together."

An Lan's third move was inspired by the battle between Fan Ma and Huang.

The inspiration for the second move naturally came even earlier.

She couldn't learn her master's moves.

But Liang Chen's is acceptable.

This move comes from Liang Chen's final strike—a strike that ends a thousand years.

It's still a very flamboyant name, but the actual action is rather unremarkable.

This downward strike was infused with all of An Lan's internal energy.

Not only internal energy, but also spirit and vitality are all gathered in the blade.

Lu Qinghou tried to dodge, but an invisible aura locked onto his body, making it difficult for him to move.

No matter which direction he flees in, this blade will surely fall on his head.

"That damned little vixen!"

Lu Qinghou swung his broadsword with all his might, delivering a powerful upward strike, "Wolves' Night Feast, break!"

Lu Qinghou's swordsmanship is a military swordsmanship, which can exert several times its power in a military formation.

Even in one-on-one combat, his swordsmanship is top-notch.

The long sword moved upwards to meet the black sword slashing down from above.

The two blades clashed, and the longsword in Lü Qinghou's hand instantly broke. Black energy corroded the broken edge, continuously corroding the blade.

Lu Qinghou was on the verge of death, and it seemed he was about to be cut in two.

An Lan slightly deflected the blade, and instead of striking Lü Qinghou's head, the blade struck his shoulder.

The pitch-black demonic blade not only severed one of Lü Qinghou's arms, but also removed half of his body.

The demonic energy, like a maggot clinging to the bone, continuously corrodes the flesh and blood from the wound, intensifying the pain more than tenfold.

Lu Qinghou writhed in agony on the ground, his shrill howls echoing through the secret passage.

Upon seeing this, Shangguan Hong shook her head slightly.

In her view, death absolves all debts, and it's better to just kill him outright than to suffer like this.

But she wasn't the one in question, and knowing she had no right to say anything, she sheathed her sword and said, "Let's go, don't keep Wan Song waiting."

An Lan listened to the screams around him and felt a surge of pleasure.

The enemy's wailing may be pleasant to hear, but it cannot compare to the joy of seeing one's master.

An Lan immediately nodded in agreement, "Let's go."

The three returned to the ground by the same route and reunited with Sima Ling.

Back on the ground, they found the courtyard littered with corpses, and Sima Ling, who was supposed to be waiting for them, was not there.

"It was Wan Song who did it; Ling'er is in trouble!"

The three hurriedly returned to the hotel.

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