The tip of the black copper whip hit the dagger, causing sparks to fly immediately.
"Mom?!" Leng Tianci, who was on Leng Ning's back, was also completely awakened by the harsh sound, and raised his little head from the blanket in confusion.
Leng Ning, lost his mind for a moment.
The man in the black mask accurately seized this opportunity, shook his right arm slightly, tied Leng Ning's right wrist like a snake, and pulled it back sharply.
The foot-long black whip straightened instantly, and Leng Ning, who was about to use the force to escape after landing, was immediately pulled down in front of him.
Thinking out of desperation, Leng Ning was in the air, her left hand already grabbing the arrow in the quiver on her waist. The moment he was thrown to the ground by the long whip, she jumped up with the help of her strength and stabbed the arrow in her hand towards the opponent's throat.
The Xuanmian didn't seem to expect her to make such a move. He dodged hastily, and the sharp arrow grazed the side of his ear and cut off the laces on the mask.
When the black mask slid off his face, Leng Ning's man had already rushed in front of him, and stabbed his chest with the right hand holding the dagger.
Xuan Mian was indeed an expert in martial arts. The mask on his face slipped down, affecting his vision, but he could still hear her offensive from the wind. His left hand grabbed her right palm like electricity, and his right hand used the handle of the whip as a sword to hit her chest.
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Little did he know that Leng Ning's sword was a false move, and what she really wanted to defeat the enemy was her left hand that still had an arrow.
When the Xuanmian man realized this, it was already too late. In desperation, he could only protect the vital parts of his chest with his right hand.
puff!
The arrow penetrated his black robe and penetrated deeply into his skin.
His arm was hurting, but the Xuanmian's movements did not stop at all. He grabbed Leng Ning's wrist and grabbed her hand tightly, stabbing her hand and the dagger into Leng Ning's chest.
The haze in the sky had dissipated at some point, and the moonlight originally obscured by clouds poured down like mercury, clearly reflecting the dagger in his hand.
The pattern of snow lotus is traced on the handle of the knife, and the sharp blade has an elegant snow character engraved near the handle.
With a hasty backhand, she quickly spun the blade when it was less than half an inch away from Leng Ning's clothes. The Xuanmen man's elbow slammed into her chest. Her chest felt tight and painful, and Leng Ning's body immediately flew backwards.
Seeing an opportunity, the silver-faced protector immediately threw out two poison darts with a sinister smile.
"Damn it!" The mysterious man cursed lowly, shook out the long whip in his hand, and knocked away the two poisonous darts.