C87 Part2

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Sure enough, as soon as they took a few steps, four men in black clothes quickly descended from the darkness.

The broad swords in their hands shone with cold light, matching the bright moonlight.

"What kind of business do the four of you have with us?"

Rong Zhan smiled calmly.

"Don't you dare moving."

A black-clothed man said gruffly.

In the next instant, the four men in black swooped forward with their blades, like cold flashing lights and a bitter wind.

Rong Zhan yelled to Murong Ci

"Stay back,"

and drew a soft sword from his waist to fight back, full of spirit.

Suddenly, the sound of swords fighting fiercely was heard, and they reverberated fiercely in this silent late night.

Murong Ci hesitated whether to make a move.

'With Rong Zhan's Martial Arts, these four men in black clothes should be no match.'

However, they were very skilled, using fierce killer moves and aiming for his vital points.

The white shadow of the blades intertwining with each other flew high like a dragon and leaped like a meteor in contrast with the faint calm moonlight.

The soft sword shined in a silver-white light like the vivid spirit of a flying dragon, that moved and retracted freely in the battlefield.

Such a sword aura flew fast, fierce and swift, like intertwined into a network of virtual reality and reality.

Suddenly, Murong Ci noticed the murderous intent attacking from behind, and her heart froze:

'Someone sneaked!'

She froze up like a clay sculpture and wood carving at first and just when the murderous intent was only one foot behind her back, she suddenly flew up.

Although Rong Zhan noticed that there was movement on her side as well, he was too busy fighting fiercely with the other four assassins.

Thus he couldn't do anything else and couldn't fly to protect her.

'Four men in black clothes again!'

She was about to pull out the soft sword around her waist, when she heard a sudden movement, that stabbed the four men in black clothes with knives.

As cold as snow, was the line between life and dearth...!

She stood in a corner of the wall in fear, with her bright eyes widened, and her face full of horror.

In the next instant, she witnessed the bodies of flesh and blood of the four assassins being pierced with four bloody holes by four big knives.

At that critical moment, a white shadow had appeared from nowhere and had hit the four assassins coldly and fiercely.

It was like a thunderbolt splitting the world, like an ancient divine sword splitting a ten thousand-year cliff, tearing everything apart invincibly.

The four men in black clothes felt the shock all at the same time, and as their swords broke, they all fell to the ground.

They were all shocked and looked at each other.

'How could this be?

Where did this Master of Martial Arts come from?'

Murong Ci yelled:

"Help me—!"

The four men in black noticed the terrifying murderous aura from behind them.

They turned around to fight, but as they did, they saw a white-clothed man standing tall.

His face was dazzling with coldness, and the hostility surrounding him was extremely frightening.

They held their knives and besieged him, but his fierce fists brought up a gust of wind, that knocked them to the ground.

The fierce fists of the white-clothed man moved with ease.

His figure was as light and agile as a bird, but his heavy blow was like steel, and a creaking sound was heard from time to time.

Within thirty moves, the assassins' hands were broken, the necks were broken, the legs were mutilated, and they were wailing on the floor terribly.

Murong Ci's heart froze up:

His Martial Arts could be described as superb.

If she had to fight against him, even if she tried her best, she would lose to him within a hundred moves.

'However, although his skill was more than enough to kill them all, why did he deliberately left them alive?

What was he thinking?'

Meanwhile, the fierce battle between Rong Zhan and the four other men in black was coming to an end as well.

The white-clothed man walked in front of her and said,

"It's okay now."

The familiar low voice was like a century-old wine that was warm and everlasting.

"Thank you, Lord, for helping me."

She thanked him with her hands respectfully.

"Come now, don't be pretentious."

He raised his hand swiftly and tore off the human skin mask on her face.

"That's my line."

She also raised her hand and took off the human skin mask on his face like lightning.

As expected, Murong Yu had already recognized her.

Perhaps they had recognized each other at first glance the moment they had met before.

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END of CHAPTER 87 PART 2

.....................to be continued