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Fang Zinan turned towards Shang Yiqing, and the two of them had already caught up to his. They took out their weapons and called out to his.

Shang Yiqing tilted her head and dodged. Seeing Fang Zinan running towards her, she couldn't help but curse anxiously, "Idiot, didn't I tell you to run away first? You're the one they're going to deal with, and you still want to run here? Are you sick? "

Fang Zinan was on his horse, and his voice came from far away, "You came to notify me out of good intentions, so how can I not care about you?"

He was very close to Shang Yiqing now. The two people who were chasing after her saw Fang Zinan approaching and threw him aside. Their target was Fang Zinan, so they could deal with him first.

The most important thing was to deal with the two killers together with Fang Zinan. Since those two were killers, they must have good skills. Now that the two left her to kill Fang Zinan, she didn't want them anymore! No matter what, Fang Zinan was still her husband in name. Since she was here, he couldn't just watch as he died! As a result, he caught up and raised the horsewhip in his hand, aiming it at one of them.

The whip simply didn't want to take a person's life, it was only meant to block. Even so, the person behind the whip was still alarmed and turned his head to slash out.

A flash of a blade appeared in front of Shang Yiqing, intertwining with the horsewhip. The other person rushed up to Fang Zinan and attacked with his sword.

A sword light rippled out, aiming straight at Fang Zinan. It only made people feel that it was long and bright.

Fang Zinan slightly leaned to the side, avoiding the sword.

The sword slashed at the side of his neck, then slashed at him again.

Fang Zinan dodged again, and his sword missed again.

Shang Yiqing was also fighting with the saber-wielding man, because they were fighting on the spot. Shang Yiqing had never had any experience in this aspect, so it was difficult for him to fight. Furthermore, that person's martial arts skills were above Shang Yiqing's.

Fang Zinan's situation was not any better because the man with the sword was a strong martial artist. His every strike was light and agile like a song. The first sentence was full of killing intent. Every strike contained a great killing intent. If Fang Zinan had used his inner force, perhaps he would still have a chance of survival. Unfortunately, he didn't dare to use his inner force and was suddenly surrounded by danger!

Shang Yiqing used her whip to block the man's slash, then looked at the man holding the sword. The trembling tip of the sword flew towards Fang Zinan like it was some kind of training. Fang Zinan was in a precarious situation.

"Be careful!" She only had time to shout before Fang Zinan's body flew up into the air — — Although he didn't dare to use his inner Qi, his movement technique and movement technique were still first-rate. Once he flew out, he was like a willow branch without any force, or like a cloud floating in the air.

Fang Zinan floated in the air, his sword chasing after Yun Yun. The way he attacked was very exquisite, every thrust of his sword carried a gesture. It didn't seem like a sword that was meant to take a person's life; it was more like a sword that was dancing, the tip of the sword was like a musical note on a zither string, graceful and breathtaking. If it was just seeing his sword technique, people would be amazed. But a sword was still a sword, and a sword was a killing sword technique. Every move seemed light and powerless, but every move was a fatal sword technique. After a few rounds, his white clothes were covered with sweat. Whenever he wanted to fall down, the sword would always attack with a lightness and sharpness, making him unable to return.

— This person's swordsmanship is so exquisite!

— — This person's swordsmanship is so familiar!

— — Where had he seen this move before?

After Fang Zinan had exchanged a few blows, he suddenly thought of the killer he had met that day in Lishan. The killer had a one-hundred percent resemblance to this man's sword art and movement technique. Then he thought, "No, that's not right. That day, the person who used this sword technique was a girl. It was not this man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Why was the sword technique so similar?"

Before Fang Zinan could think too much, Shang Yiqing was already in danger. She had been stabbed in the left shoulder, but fortunately, the cut was not deep. The blade had only cut her clothes, causing blood to ooze out. Fang Zinan became anxious. He only had one thought in his mind, he must not let these people hurt Shang Yiqing, he must not let Shang Yiqing's life be in danger! He had made a palm attack from high above in the air, but when his sword struck empty air, it actually turned around and stabbed at Fang Zinan's lower abdomen. Fang Zinan's attack in the air was full of power, but it was broken by the sword, and the second time, it was broken. When the sword was in danger, his feet actually touched the tip of the sword, and with this bit of strength, he jumped up again, as if he suffered a heavy blow.

Suddenly, he saw Fang Zinan come back like a big bird and throw him at the person who used the knife. He did not get hurt, but used this opportunity to get rid of Shang Yiqing. In this kind of situation, he was still thinking of a way to help Shang Yiqing.

The person on the blade was caught off guard and with Fang Zinan's forceful hit, he fell off his horse. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the ground. All of Shang Yiqing's troubles were resolved by Fang Zinan, but the sword behind him followed him silently like a shadow.

"Be careful behind you." At the same time that Shang Yiqing warned Fang Zinan, her whip met that person's sword. She wanted to use all her strength to stall that person, but how could a whip be as long as a sword? Her whip only slightly stopped that person's attack, but that person's sword had already pierced Fang Zinan. Fang Zinan had just been hit on his back, and just as he was cut in three, Fang Zinan had already floated forward. Although he had been hit by that sword, that sword couldn't take his life, it was only a light wound. He turned around, and that person's sword art changed again. It no longer looked like a light singing or dancing, but more like a drum beating. Each sword strike was filled with the roar of tigers and the roar of dragons, looking majestic! One strike was as fast as the other. One strike was as tight as the other. The strike did not miss Fang Zinan's vital points!

Shang Yiqing wanted to help, but she quickly realized that she could not penetrate the dense sword art. If she could, she could only see the gap, but not the needle. By the time she wanted to insert the needle, the sword art had already disappeared without a loophole.

Many times, the blade of his sword had passed by his clothes. If he wasn't fast enough, he would have already pierced thousands of holes in this man's sword. But even so, there were still some places on his body where the sword qi had injured him.