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The flash of the blade was like a thunderclap!

The man in black rushing forward felt a chill in his throat and collapsed to the ground without even uttering a sound.

The man behind him was terrified and tried to retreat, but Lin Feng had already moved forward, slashed his wrist with his blade, and then thrust the knife into his heart with a backhand stroke.

Their movements were so fast they were like ghosts; the two men didn't even see who their opponent was before they were killed.

"In the woodshed!" the one-armed old man shouted, his figure flashing like lightning! The remaining five men in black also surrounded them from all sides.

Lin Feng kicked open the woodshed door, holding his long sword horizontally in front of him, blocking the entrance.

Shen Qingyi hid behind him, gripping her short sword tightly. Although her face was pale, her eyes were resolute.

"Kid, it really was you!"

The one-armed old man stopped two zhang away, a ferocious smile appearing in his single eye.

"My master is incredibly insightful; he knew you would come to Ciyun Nunnery. Hand over the items, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

"The thing is right here," Lin Feng patted his chest. "If you're so capable, come and get it yourself."

"court death!"

The one-armed old man roared and suddenly accelerated, a pair of black iron rulers appearing in his hands. With a whistling sound, he smashed them toward Lin Feng's head!

This blow was so powerful that if someone were hit, their skull would surely shatter.

Lin Feng neither dodged nor evaded; instead, he slashed his longsword diagonally, precisely striking the point where the two blades clashed!

"clang!"

A deafening clang of metal on metal! Sparks flying everywhere!

The one-armed old man felt a tremendous force surge towards him, his arm went numb, and he was forced to take three steps back!

He was shocked; this kid was incredibly strong!

"Attack together!" the one-armed old man roared hoarsely.

Five men in black rushed forward, brandishing their knives; the flashing blades formed a net, enveloping Lin Feng.

Lin Feng moved swiftly, weaving through the flashing blades. His longsword transformed into a bright screen of light, deflecting attacks from all directions with a clanging sound.

However, he had to protect Shen Qingyi behind him, which restricted his movements, and he was forced to retreat repeatedly.

"Attack that woman!" The one-armed old man saw the key and shouted sharply.

The two men in black immediately abandoned Lin Feng and swung their knives at Shen Qingyi!

Shen Qingyi knew no martial arts and could only barely parry with her sword.

With a clang, the short sword was knocked away, and she staggered backward, just as another blade was about to strike her!

"Qingyi!"

Lin Feng shouted sharply, ignoring the two swords coming from behind him, and pounced in front of Shen Qingyi like lightning. He swung his long sword backhand to parry the sword that was about to strike her.

But his left shoulder was slashed from behind, and blood spurted out!

"Young Master Lin!" Shen Qingyi exclaimed.

"It's alright!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth, turned around, and with a single slash, knocked down the person who had ambushed him.

But the one-armed old man's iron ruler was already at his face!

He strained to turn his head, the iron ruler grazing his ear and drawing a trail of blood.

At the same time, he kicked the one-armed old man in the abdomen, causing him to stumble backward.

But in that brief delay, the remaining three men in black had already stabbed at him from different angles!

Lin Feng swung his knife with all his might to parry two of them, but he could not dodge the third one, which pierced straight into his ribs!

In a flash, Shen Qingyi, with courage she didn't know she possessed, lunged forward and used her body to shield Lin Feng!

"Pfft!"

The sound of a blade piercing flesh was exceptionally clear in the silent night.

Shen Qingyi froze, looking down at the tip of the knife protruding from under her shoulder blade, her face draining of color instantly.

"Qingyi!"

Lin Feng's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He swung his sword backhand and cleaved the man in black in two, sword and all!

Amidst the spray of blood, he supported the collapsed Shen Qingyi and saw that the wound below her shoulder was so deep that the bone was visible, and fresh blood was gushing out, staining half of her clothes red.

"How...how are you?" Shen Qingyi asked weakly, still looking at him.

"Don't speak!"

Lin Feng's eyes reddened, and he tore off a piece of his shirt to press hard on her wound, but the bleeding wouldn't stop.

He suddenly looked up at the one-armed old man and the remaining men in black, his eyes flashing with murderous intent!

"You...all deserve to die!"

He put Shen Qingyi down and slowly stood up.

The long sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and blood dripped down the blade, blooming into blood flowers on the bluestone slab.

The moonlight shone on his face, and his usually calm expression was now contorted into a hideous, hellish figure.

The one-armed old man felt a chill in his heart and dared not meet his gaze, instinctively taking a step back.

"Kill!" Lin Feng moved! His figure transformed into a black lightning bolt, rushing straight at the one-armed old man!

The blade flashed like a bolt of lightning, accompanied by a piercing shriek, as if it wanted to cleave the night and the world in two!

The one-armed old man was horrified and retreated, desperately using his two feet to block.

"Clang clang clang clang!" The dense sounds of collisions rang out like popping beans! With each strike he took, he retreated a step, and with each step back, his tiger's mouth cracked a little more.

Lin Feng's blade strikes were heavier and faster with each blow, like a tireless madman!

"puff!"

The one-armed old man had been stabbed in the left shoulder, the wound so deep that the bone was visible.

He screamed and retreated, but Lin Feng followed closely, his blade flashing again as he slashed at his neck!

"Spare his life!"

A clear shout suddenly came from the top of the wall!

Immediately afterwards, a figure in blue swooped down like a large bird, its sword flashing like a rainbow, blocking Lin Feng's sure-kill strike!

"clang!"

With a loud bang, Lin Feng staggered back three steps, his hand holding the knife going slightly numb.

He looked closely and saw that the newcomer was dressed in a blue robe and had a long beard. He was the same "Guest in Blue Robe" who had appeared at Taibai Tower in Yingchuan a few nights ago!

"It's you?" Lin Feng's eyes were icy.

"Young Master Lin, we meet again."

The man in the green robe sheathed his sword and stood there, his gaze sweeping over Shen Qingyi on the ground. He frowned slightly. "Let's save her first. If we don't stop the bleeding soon, this young lady will be in danger."

Lin Feng turned and glanced at Shen Qingyi. Seeing that her face was as pale as paper and her breath was weak, he knew that he could not delay any longer.

He glared fiercely at the man in the green robe and the one-armed old man, bent down, picked up Shen Qingyi, leaped onto the wall, and disappeared into the night with a few bounds.

"Sir, why did you let him go?" the one-armed old man asked unwillingly, clutching his wound.

"What do you know?"

The man in the green robe looked in the direction where Lin Feng had disappeared, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"This young man... is a fine blade. It's a pity he's not for my use."

"That girl from the Shen family..."

"It's alright. That stab didn't hit a vital spot, you won't die."

The man in the blue robe said calmly, "Clean up the scene and leave."

"Yes."

Under the moonlight, Ciyun Nunnery returned to its deathly silence.

Only the bloodstains on the ground and the heavy smell of blood in the air told the story of the brutal battle that had just taken place.

Lin Feng, carrying Shen Qingyi, sped across the rooftops of Jinling City.

The night wind howled, and the woman in his arms grew colder and colder, her breath growing weaker and weaker.

He was extremely anxious and ran desperately towards the Shen family's villa.

Shen Qingyi, you can't die.

Absolutely not.

The back door of the Shen family's villa was kicked open, and Lin Feng rushed into the courtyard carrying Shen Qingyi.

Uncle Chen rushed over upon hearing the commotion, and upon seeing Shen Qingyi covered in blood, he was utterly terrified: "Miss! What happened?!"

"Don't ask! Boil water! Get a clean cloth! Go now!" Lin Feng shouted, carrying Shen Qingyi into the room and gently placing her on the bed.

The wound under her shoulder was still bleeding, her moon-white outfit had been stained dark red, her face was pale and transparent, and her breath was as weak as a spider's thread.

"Qingyi! Qingyi!" Lin Feng patted her face, his voice trembling.

He took out a wound medicine from his pocket, the best hemostatic powder in the army, but the wound was too deep, and the powder was instantly washed away by the blood.