Chapter Ninety-Four Familiarity

  "Ding!"

  A streak of sword light emitted a sharp whistling sound, like a furious tide. Zhao Heng's knife light had just risen when it was chopped and shattered by the sword light. Although the dagger in Zhao Heng's hand was broken, his strength was not ordinary, causing the masked woman's sword to pause and slant.

  Then a gleam of blood appeared on Zhao Heng's shoulder.

  Du Ziyuan suddenly shouted: "Zhao Heng——"

  The masked woman's eyes flashed with astonishment, she couldn't believe that this attack would be so easy. Looking at Zhao Heng's still clear and sharp eyes, the masked woman suddenly realized that her sword style was old, the remaining power on her sword was gone, and Zhao Heng took advantage of this moment to launch a counterattack.

  Fierce and formidable!

  Only to see Zhao Heng's body had already slipped out of the sword's encirclement like a fish in the narrow gap, and then he punched out with one fist. The masked woman retreated, her sword not in time, and could only stretch out her left hand to grab onto Zhao Heng's fist, wanting to use her palm to neutralize the force of the punch.

  Bang!

  The palms met, and a powerful impact force burst out with a loud thud.

  They both stumbled back, retreating four or five meters uncontrollably. Zhao Heng's qi and blood churned violently, almost causing him to spit out blood, but fortunately, he managed to hold it in just in time by biting down on his teeth. A hint of surprise flashed across his face - the masked woman's strength was truly formidable, at least six-tenths that of Wind Uncle's power.

  He also felt all his old wounds cracking open again.

  The masked woman's mouth was bleeding, her chest heaving uncontrollably as she shook off the remaining force, staring at Zhao Heng in shock. Zhao Heng's strength far exceeded her imagination; in all of Huahai, there were only a handful of people who could face her blow with such composure.

  Never expected Zhao Heng to be so calm and composed.

  She couldn't help but cough, her left hand unconsciously placed on her chest, Zhao Heng's eyes narrowed, he was even more certain that he had seen this woman before, had seen this delicate gesture, his mind flashed through the women in his life, and suddenly, a shadow of her appeared in his heart!

  His eyebrows furrowed slightly: Why did she come to kill him?

  "What kind of person are you?"

  Zhao Heng took a deep breath: "I think I should know you!"

  "Hmm!"

  The masked woman snorted coldly but didn't respond. She had already realized that she couldn't kill Zhao Heng, and there was even a possibility of being killed by the opponent. After all, the unfathomable Lu Shu had never made a move. So, she took two deep breaths, shifted her feet, and quickly retreated, her figure swiftly moving back five or six meters.

  Before Zhao Heng could pursue, three minivans suddenly drove out from the road.

  The car suddenly stopped, blocking the masked woman's retreat. The next second, the door opened with a loud noise, and dozens of black-clad men rushed out, surrounding the masked woman in three layers before their master gave any orders, making it extremely difficult for her to break through.

  "Clang!"

  Knives were almost simultaneously drawn, the dazzling light flashing over and overshadowing the lit street lamps. The front row of black-clad men took a step forward, automatically forming a semicircle, further surrounding the solemn-faced masked woman, their sharp eyes fixed on her movements.

  The action is simple but because of its neatness and order, it immediately shows a strong momentum.

  The masked woman didn't stop and directly charged into the encirclement, her sharp sword shining like moonlight as it poured down.

  Due to the suddenness of the incident, several men in black were seriously injured on the spot. The air was immediately filled with a strong and unbearable smell of blood, panicked shouts, the sound of clashing blades, the explosive sound of energy collisions, and the sound of bodies falling to the ground. Everything became chaotic.

  However, these black-clad men were not a mob. After the initial chaos and slaughter, they steadied themselves and counterattacked. Their long knives flew like snowflakes, forcing the charging masked women to retreat. They moved with ghostly precision, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

  The latter's impact was incomplete and could only retreat to recover its strength.

  "Grandma's bear!"

  One person walked up from behind, stroking his big head and laughing: "Indeed, someone has a sinister intention to frame Qing Bang, wanting to stab me, Zhang Xiao Lin. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems true!" Then he pointed at the masked woman and roared: "Who the hell are you?"

  "Why attack Du's convoy? Why kill Zhao Heng?"

  Zhao Heng's eyes suddenly focused: "Zhang Xiaolin?"

  No, the newcomer was indeed Zhang Xiaolin and dozens of Qingbang disciples. This time, not only did Zhao Heng's face flash with surprise, but Lu Shu and others were also stunned. They had thought that the masked woman might be sent by the Qingbang, after all, the assassin this morning had a connection with the Qingbang, although there was no evidence.

  But Zhang Xiao Lin is now overturning everyone's imagination. Lu Shu swept his gaze over Zhang Xiao Lin's smiling face, then glanced at the masked woman surrounded by them, and a hint of unreadable emotion appeared on his face. Du Zi Yan took two steps back, she wasn't afraid of life or death, but didn't want to be taken hostage.

  She cannot let herself become a pawn for veiled women.

  Got it!

  The masked woman's face was solemn, and a hint of desolation flashed in her eyes, making Zhao Heng's heart tremble. Zhao Heng had seen this desolate gaze before, and he could now completely confirm the other person's identity. However, he didn't understand why she wanted to kill him? For the first time, Zhao Heng felt an unprecedented entanglement in his heart, wondering why she wanted to kill him?

  The world is indeed treacherous.

  "What Zhang Xiaolin shouted out did not get a response, but he still didn't fly into a rage. Instead, he curled up the corners of his mouth in a sinister cold smile: "You damn thing! You dare to splash dirty water on Qing Bang, yet you don't dare show your true face. You're really a lowly person. Tonight, I'll strip off your clothes and take a good look."

  He waved his hand: "Come on, take down this killer for me."

  Dozens of Qingbang disciples brandished their swords in unison and responded thunderously: "Yes!"

  At this time, the masked woman had already counterattacked towards the surrounding Qing Bang disciples. As she used her sharp sword to cut off an opponent's knife, she also lightly swung her arm and punched out, striking the bright blade that was slashing from the side, causing the extremely hard chopping knife to bend and twist into a shape that people could hardly imagine.

  Then bounced back with a faster speed and whipped the attacker's body.

  The poor guy fell to the ground with a thud, wailing in pain. Almost at the same time, another knife stabbed towards the masked woman's soft ribs from the other side. The masked woman still didn't dodge or evade, her left hand that was placed in mid-air reached back first and grasped the knife. In an instant when the knife was about to reach her body, it was caught, without seeing any effort, just a light pull.

  With both hands gripping the machete, Qing Bang's disciple only felt a burning sensation in his palms, and then the machete, covered in skin and blood, was already in the masked woman's hand. With a swift motion, she shot it out, flying like an arrow, and with a "whooshing" sound! The opponent, who had been staring blankly at his own bloody palm, was pierced through the shoulder blade by the machete.

  Blood and water shot out from the two cavities in the front chest and back, splashing all over the companion's body and face. At the same time, the masked woman wielded her sword continuously, drawing out a series of sharp arcs. The two people fell to the ground without distinguishing between first and last, letting out painful and mournful cries. Blood stained their clothes red, shocking the onlookers.

  In just a few seconds, the masked woman took down three people with swift and decisive movements.

  She didn't stop her pace, and slipped into the crowd of Qing Bang disciples. Her movements were as swift as lightning. As soon as someone saw her charging over, they immediately raised their knife to intercept her. The masked woman simply stretched out her left hand, elegantly dodging his long knife, grabbed his wrist, and turned his knife against him.

  With just one fold, his arm was already flying halfway up in the air.

  The masked woman's bare-handed entry into the white blade's kung fu was stable, accurate and swift. Immediately afterwards, she threw a sharp long knife that had been snatched away, and an enemy who wanted to fire a cold shot fell to the ground with a miserable cry. The whole person was nailed to the ground by her. At this time when the enemy was powerless to fight again, the masked woman had already rushed towards the weakest place of Qingbang.

  Two Qing Bang disciples rushed to intercept, their battle knives gleaming white as snow. However, the masked woman had already let out a delicate cry and charged forward instead of retreating. Her slender body drew out a faint white shadow. The Qing Bang disciples hastily rushed over, their long knives intersecting, slashing diagonally to cut the masked woman into three segments at the waist.

  A masked woman lowered her sword and pointed it diagonally, a burst of murderous aura shot out. In the midst of the three people's intersecting moves, she suddenly drew her sword, its cold light flashing only twice. The next moment, two of them had already fallen to the ground, their abdomens simultaneously sliced open by the woman, while their battle knives hadn't even touched each other.

  Several disciples of the Qing Sect with exceptional martial arts skills and swift killing techniques approached, and from a distance, they saw her and were shocked beyond measure. Who was this mysterious woman? With one sword, she defeated the enemy, exuding an aura of murder, but with their eyesight, they couldn't see the masked woman's sword clearly. This meant that he himself was still far inferior to her!

  Zhang Xiaolin's eyes widened, and he immediately changed into a fierce smile: "Awesome! I love it!"