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The morning mist had not yet dissipated at the long pavilion outside the south gate of Yingchuan City.

The Shen family's carriage was already harnessed.

Zhou Tong, accompanied by three guards on horseback, stood beside the carriage, their faces grave. The events at Taibai Tower the previous night had made them extremely cautious about the road ahead.

Lin Feng's mule cart also arrived.

Lei Bao drove the carriage, while Lao Nian and the other two rode horses. Their weapons were hidden in their bundles, but their hands were positioned in convenient locations.

Shen Qingyi leaned out of the carriage, looking at Lin Feng with worry in her eyes: "Young Master Lin, those people from last night..."

"They may not let this go easily."

Lin Feng mounted his horse and said calmly, "Be careful on the road."

The group exited through the south gate and headed south along the official road.

After walking about ten miles, the fog gradually dissipated.

Ahead was a gentle slope covered with sparse pine trees.

"Master, this forest..." Lei Bao lowered his voice, his hand already reaching for the short stick under the car seat.

"I know." Lin Feng's gaze swept over the pine forest on both sides.

It's so quiet. There isn't even a bird chirping in the woods this early morning.

The carriage had only gone halfway into the forest road when a sudden change occurred!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

The sound of bowstrings vibrating echoed from the woods on both sides!

Dozens of crossbow bolts shot out like locusts, their sharp whistles covering the entire convoy!

"Enemy attack! Protect the young lady!"

Zhou Tong shouted sharply and swung his sword to deflect the arrows.

But the arrows were too dense, and one of the guards screamed as he was hit in the shoulder and fell off his horse.

Shen Qingyi's carriage was a prime target, with seven or eight arrows embedded in its walls, making a clattering sound.

The horses pulling the carriage were startled and reared up, so the driver desperately pulled on the reins.

Lin Feng pressed down on the horse's back, and he soared into the air like a large bird, landing on the roof of Shen Qingyi's carriage.

He suddenly had a long, sheathed sword in his hand, and with a wave of the scabbard, he deflected all the arrows aimed at the carriage.

"Charge!" Lin Feng shouted.

Lei Bao and his men drew their weapons and charged forward, protecting the mule cart.

Old Nian drew his bow and fired three arrows in quick succession toward the direction from which the arrows had come, and two screams echoed from the forest.

But the other side was clearly prepared.

As the rain of arrows subsided, more than twenty masked men in black, armed with swords and knives, rushed out of the forest and charged forward without a word!

These people were agile and knew how to move with precision; they were clearly well-trained assassins.

"Form ranks! Protect the young lady!"

Zhou Tong, with his remaining two guards, stood with his back to the carriage, fighting the men in black. However, due to a shoulder injury, his movements were sluggish, and he soon found himself in grave danger.

Lin Feng jumped off the roof of the car, drawing his long sword.

He moved like lightning, cutting into the fray; wherever his blade flashed, blood would spurt out.

"Thud!" A single slash severed the arm of a man in black who was holding a sword.

"Ah!" With a backhand slash, he plunged the knife into the other man's ribs.

The knife skills are simple and ruthless, without any unnecessary frills; every strike goes straight for the vital points.

Although there were many men in black, none of them could withstand more than three of his blows. In the blink of an eye, five or six people were lying on the ground.

"This is a tricky idea! Form a defensive formation!"

The leader of the men in black was a one-armed man who shouted in a hoarse voice.

The remaining dozen or so men quickly changed formation, forming triangular groups of three to surround Lin Feng. The clash of swords and the closing in were like an impenetrable fortress.

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold.

This formation even bears some resemblance to a military formation. These people are no ordinary individuals.

He brandished his long sword, ready to break through the formation, when suddenly he heard Shen Qingyi's startled cry from the carriage: "Zhou Tong!"

Lin Feng glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Zhou Tong stagger backward with a sword in his chest.

Two men in black seized the opportunity to pounce on the carriage. One swung his knife at the coachman, while the other reached out to lift the carriage curtain!

"court death!"

Lin Feng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his body suddenly accelerated, actually crashing through the net of blades! He reached for his waist with his left hand, and three copper coins shot out, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound!

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

Three muffled thuds.

The man in black who slashed at the coachman had a copper coin embedded between his eyebrows, and he fell backward without uttering a sound.

The man in black who lifted the curtain was struck in the wrist and throat, spurting blood as he collapsed to the ground.

But in that brief moment of hesitation, the swords of the three men in black had already struck from behind! The angle was cunning, sealing off all of Lin Feng's escape routes!

In a flash, Lin Feng didn't turn around; instead, he swung his longsword backward with a backhand motion!

"Clang clang clang!"

Three deafening clangs of metal clashing rang out! The three swords were simultaneously deflected by this single strike! Lin Feng used the momentum to propel himself forward, his blade spinning with his body, tracing a perfect arc and severing the throats of all three men in black!

Blood splattered, and the three men clutched their necks and collapsed to the ground with gasps.

"Excellent swordsmanship!" A long laugh suddenly came from the forest.

A flash of green, and the man in the green robe from last night emerged from behind a pine tree, clapping his hands and laughing, "It's been a night, and Young Master Lin's charm is even greater than yesterday!"

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the corpses of men in black scattered on the ground, showing no anger whatsoever, but rather admiration in his eyes.

"Is he one of your men?" Lin Feng stood with his sword drawn, looking at him coldly.

"It's partly true, and partly false."

The man in the blue robe laughed, "Someone has paid to take Miss Shen's life. I accepted the job, so naturally I had to do it. However, after witnessing Young Master Lin's poetic talent and martial arts skills last night, I changed my mind."

"Oh?"

"I would like to invite Young Master Lin to join us."

The man in the green robe said seriously, "With your talent and martial arts skills, why bother being a bodyguard for the Shen family? Join us, and mountains of gold and silver, beauties and power will be within your grasp."

"No interest," Lin Feng refused decisively.

"pity."

The man in the blue robe shook his head and sighed, but his eyes revealed excitement.

"Then I'll have no choice but to... kill you first, then kill Miss Shen."

Before he finished speaking, he had already moved!

His figure moved like a ghost; one moment he was three zhang away, the next he was in front of Lin Feng! The thin sword in his sleeve, like a venomous snake's tongue, was aimed straight at Lin Feng's throat!

The sword tip trembled, conjuring nine cold stars, faster and more ruthless than last night!

Lin Feng's pupils contracted slightly. This man in the blue robe hadn't even used his full strength last night!

He dared not be negligent, and with a slanted motion of his long sword, the blade precisely cut into the center of the nine-point cold star.

With a resounding clang, swords clashed, sparks flying. Both men took a step back, the bluestone slabs beneath their feet cracking inch by inch.

"Good!" The man in the green robe laughed loudly, his swordplay changing to the force of a mighty river, flowing endlessly. Each strike was sharp and ruthless, targeting vital points.

Lin Feng parried with his sword, the blade flashing like a curtain, protecting him completely.

The two fought with lightning speed, their swords flashing and clashing in the morning light, weaving a web of death that destroyed vegetation and sent stones flying wherever they went.

Zhou Tong and the others were already dumbfounded. At this level of combat, they couldn't even see it clearly, let alone intervene.

Lei Bao and his men gripped their weapons tightly, their palms sweating profusely.

Inside the carriage, Shen Qingyi lifted a corner of the curtain, nervously watching the battle unfold, her face pale, her teeth biting her lower lip.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over a hundred blows.

While the swordsman in the green robe was indeed exquisite, Lin Feng's saber technique was even more ruthless and powerful, each strike causing the green-robed man's arm to go numb.

What alarmed him even more was that Lin Feng's swordsmanship contained a kind of domineering aura of unstoppable force and self-destruction, which gradually suppressed his sword momentum.

"We can't delay any longer!"

A fierce glint flashed in the green-robed man's eyes. He suddenly withdrew and stepped back, slapping his waist with his left hand. Three beams of dark light shot out, forming a triangular shape, aiming at Lin Feng's face, chest, and lower abdomen! They were bone-piercing nails laced with deadly poison!

At the same time, he moved like lightning, his slender sword transforming into a streak of light, piercing straight for Lin Feng's heart! He unleashed a combination of hidden weapon and swordsmanship, a truly vicious attack!

"Watch out!" Shen Qingyi exclaimed.