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Fresh blood gushed out.

The body fell to the ground.

The remaining two assassins exchanged a glance, both seeing despair in each other's eyes.

They gritted their teeth and charged toward Wang Long at the same time!

Failure to complete the mission means certain death anyway, so let's give it our all!

Wang Long looked at the two men rushing towards him and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

He raised his hand, his five fingers spread.

The nine swords that had been floating in the air flew back at the same time, merging, rotating, and coalescing in front of him.

It transformed into the Heavenly Gang Sword and fell into his hands.

Wang Long gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Zhuxian Sword Embryo trembled, and a wisp of sword energy separated and flowed into the Tiangang Sword along the meridians.

The Great Void Breaking Illusion Sword Technique - Third Form!

Soaring through the air!

As the Heavenly Gang Sword was swung, a golden sword aura shot out from the tip of the sword!

The sword energy carried nine different colored patterns, like a golden lightning bolt that pierced the darkness!

Before the two assassins could even get close, they were struck head-on by the sword energy.

boom!

With a loud bang, spiritual energy scattered and flew everywhere!

Two figures were sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood and dying instantly.

The array space was deathly silent.

All eight fourth-rank assassins were killed.

Wang Long sheathed his sword and stood there, letting out a long breath of stale air.

He remained calm as he looked at the corpses scattered on the ground.

"Little Fairy, you're amazing."

Wang Long silently gave her a thumbs up. With his current combat strength, Wang Long dared to challenge a sixth-rank expert!

Little Fairy landed steadily on his shoulder, her little face full of pride.

"That's right, don't you even know whose spirit Little Fairy is!"

Wang Long couldn't help but laugh and gently rubbed her bouncy cheeks.

But the smile quickly vanished; Murong Qing's fate was still unknown!

Ignoring everything else, Wang Long turned and rushed towards the edge of the formation.

With the Heavenly Gang Sword in hand, he unleashed his full sword energy!

The formation vibrated violently, and fine cracks appeared around the space.

One more sword strike!

The cracks widened and spread like a spider web.

The third sword strike.

Click!

The formation shattered, turning into countless points of light that dissipated.

Wang Long successfully broke through the formation and returned to the long street.

On the street, the carriage was still parked there, its curtains billowing in the wind and swaying gently in the night.

But Murong Qing has disappeared.

Wang Long's heart sank.

"Your Highness!!"

His voice echoed down the quiet street.

The only response he received was the sound of the wind in the distance and the sounds of fighting coming from the depths of the streets and alleys.

clang!clang!clang!

The crisp sound of swords clashing was especially clear in the night wind.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Long gripped the Heavenly Gang Sword and rushed at full speed toward the direction from which the sound came.

At the end of the long street, there is an alleyway.

Several figures were entangled together, fighting fiercely and evenly matched.

Murong Qing, with her long hair loose and a short sword in her hand, was locked in combat with three assassins in black.

Her movements were light and graceful, and her swordsmanship was sharp. Each sword strike carried a faint blue sword aura, making her one of the top martial artists of the third rank.

But those three assassins were all fourth-rank, mid-third-rank, so it was still too much of a stretch.

Murong Qing was struggling to defend herself, her short sword flashing so fast it was impenetrable, barely managing to block wave after wave of attacks from the three men, but her stamina was being depleted very quickly.

If it weren't for the fact that she had several protective magical artifacts, she would have died here long ago.

Murong Qing's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and her breathing became rapid.

"Your Highness, surrender!"

An assassin sneered, his short knife sweeping across, aiming straight for Murong Qing's neck!

Murong Qing dodged to the side, the short knife grazing her earlobe, severing a few strands of hair that drifted into the air.

"Don't even think about it!"

Murong Qing gritted her teeth and channeled her spiritual energy, causing a faint golden luster to emanate from the short sword.

The royal dragon bloodline is unleashed at this moment!

A powerful aura emanated from her, forcing the three assassins back a step.

"True dragon bloodline?"

One of the assassins frowned, then sneered.

"Even a mid-stage Rank 3 True Dragon bloodline is nothing special!"

The three exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously!

Three short swords slashed down simultaneously from three different directions!

The flashing blades blocked all of Murong Qing's escape routes.

Murong Qing's pupils contracted sharply as she tried to dodge, but it was too late.

She gritted her teeth and parried with her sword.

With three swords striking simultaneously, Murong Qing was sent flying backward, crashing heavily against the wall, a metallic taste filling her mouth.

The short sword almost slipped from his hand.

The three assassins gave her no chance to catch her breath, and pounced again, their blades flashing as they aimed straight for her vital points!

Murong Qing gritted her teeth and swung her sword to parry again.

She blocked the first knife, but the second knife cut her arm.

Blood splattered.

Her clothes ripped open, revealing snow-white skin and a bloodstain.

Murong Qing's breathing became more and more rapid, and she felt her body becoming heavier and heavier.

She felt her spiritual energy rapidly depleting, her wounds bleeding continuously, and her arms trembling slightly.

But she did not give up.

She is a princess of the Great Qian Dynasty.

She couldn't bring shame to the royal family, and she couldn't let those who wanted to harm her brother succeed!

Murong Qing took a deep breath, and her spiritual energy surged wildly within her body!

Her meridians were reaching their limit, and her bones were groaning under the strain, but there was not a trace of retreat in her eyes.

"The second level of the True Dragon Bloodline!"

With a clear shout, Murong Qing's spiritual power surged!

An aura several times stronger than before erupted from her, forcing the three assassins back several steps!

Her hair moved without wind, her clothes fluttered, and her eyes gleamed with golden light.

Late stage of Rank 3!

Forcibly raising one's cultivation level will cause great harm to oneself.

But she had no choice.

If she didn't fight desperately, she really would have died here today.

The three assassins steadied themselves, looked at her, and a hint of fear flashed in their eyes.

"Second level of True Dragon Bloodline? This little girl is courting death?"

"She's at her last gasp; she won't last much longer!"

"Quickly finish this and kill her!"

The three attacked again, this time with all their might.

He unleashed all his power at the early stage of the fourth rank without reservation!

Three short swords, imbued with violent spiritual energy, simultaneously slashed towards Murong Qing!

Murong Qing gritted her teeth, gripped her short sword tightly, and prepared to make a final stand.

Just then, a golden sword aura shot out from afar!

The sword energy carried nine different colored patterns, like a golden lightning bolt that ripped through the night sky!

Before the three assassins could react, the sword energy had already passed right through them.

puff!

Blood splattered!

The two assassins, their chests pierced by the sword energy, stared wide-eyed, opened their mouths, but couldn't utter a single word before collapsing to the ground, dying instantly.

The remaining assassin narrowly escaped, but the sword energy grazed his shoulder, severing his entire arm at the root!

"what!"

He screamed and staggered backward, looking in terror at the direction from which the sword energy had come.

At the end of the long street, an elderly figure strode towards them.

Wang Long, dressed in a gray robe, stood against the night sky, holding the Heavenly Gang Sword, exuding a chilling killing intent.

Behind him, nine swords floated in the air, their various colors shimmering and illuminating the entire street as if it were daytime.

The spirit fairy sat on his shoulder, her two little pigtails swaying gently in the night breeze. Her big eyes were fixed on the one-armed assassin, a smile playing on her lips.

That smile was innocent and naive, yet it sent chills down the assassin's spine.

Upon seeing Wang Long, Murong Qing's eyes instantly reddened, and she cried out in a sobbing voice.

"Sir, you've come to my rescue!"