Nangong Jin stared coldly at the two men in black in front of her, and said to herself: "The man in black on the left is good at boxing and close combat, and the man in black on the right has body skills like a ghost, and his skills with hidden weapons are top-notch!"
"They are all masters who are difficult to deal with!"
The two men in black looked at Nangong Jin, who was dressed in white, with alert eyes.
They all knew very well that the eldest lady of the Nangong family in front of them was a talented person.
He has reached the level of Sword Master before he was twenty years old. This evil talent is second to none in the Canglan land and cannot be underestimated.
"Do it!" A deep shout came from the black man on the left, and then his whole body suddenly rose up, like a roc spreading its wings, leaping into the air and grabbing the delicate Nangong Jin hard.
When the man in black on the right saw his companion taking action, he waved his hand, and silver needles shot out from his fingertips.
Each silver needle was tied with a golden thread, and countless silver needles shot towards Qin Hong and Nangong Jin, as if a criss-crossing fishing net was cast in the sky.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
"Humph, I can't tolerate your impudence!" Nangong Jin knocked Qin Hong back with a palm and escaped from the silver needle.
She herself transformed into an afterimage and quickly sprang out.
The Feixue Sword, filled with cold air, struck at the man in black on the left like lightning.
Ding, sparks are flying.
The sword blade and claws collided together, making a crisp metallic collision sound.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the palms of the man in black were wrapped in a mass of black energy. Covered by the strange innate true essence, his hands were as hard as fine iron.
After a head-on collision, the man in black stepped on the ground three steps and violently attacked Nangong Jin. His fists, palms, legs, elbows and other joints seemed to be the most terrifying weapons in his body.
Nangong Jin held the Feixue Sword in hand. Facing the silver needles that were shooting towards them, she quickly turned and moved around, as graceful as the wind, and continued to dodge.
At the same time, he wielded his sword and swung it quickly, one sword after another. The sharp sword energy shot out in all directions, and the gravel flew away, cutting cracks on the ground.
The man in black who came close to him was like a tiger descending from the mountain. His whole body exuded a violent aura, and the sword collided with it crazily.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Claws, fists, leg sweeps, all kinds of attack methods are endless.
The sharp Feixue Sword struck the man in black's arm. Not only did it not cut off his flesh, but it made a series of dull impact sounds.
The aura of the man in black is also constantly changing. His eyes are sometimes cruel, sometimes cunning, and sometimes sinister. His violent energy is like air blades, radiating in all directions, exploding cracks in the ground.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The man in black behind was like an assassin hiding in the dark, constantly walking around Nangong Jin, constantly changing his position, waving his hand and shooting out sharp silver needles, specifically targeting Nangong Jin's blind spots.
Nangong Jin kept retreating and dodging. The space for dodge became smaller and smaller, and the whole person was forced to panic.
Everyone watching the battle felt their hearts in their throats when they saw this scene.
Can Nangong Jin deal with these two sword masters?
The men in black silently watched the three people fighting on the stone arch bridge with expressionless expressions on their faces.
"It's useless to talk coldly to the two brothers. It takes so long to deal with a woman!" The short man from the Arrow God clan looked at the three people who were fighting madly with contempt, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes.
So he opened his bow and nocked an arrow again, and a nearly transparent crystal arrow was pulled into a full circle. Wisps of silver light were released from his palm, ready to shoot the figure in white not far away.
"Stop, don't do anything without my order!" The burly middle-aged man gave the short man a cold look, his tone a bit domineering.
The short man stopped gathering momentum, turned to look at the middle-aged man next to him, and said impatiently: "Brother, this woman is too difficult to deal with, and dragging her on is not an option!"
"Don't worry, we have plenty of time!" the middle-aged man said calmly.
The man in black who had been silent all the time behind said in a hoarse voice: "The two cold-talking brothers are just useless. They have been wasting so long by teaming up to deal with a woman. I might as well take action!"
"Remember, the master's order was to take Luo Xiangling away, and he did not ask us to offend the Nangong family!" The middle-aged man looked at the two companions who were about to make a move and couldn't help but frown.
When the two people behind him heard this, they looked at each other and said nothing.
The fighting on the stone arch bridge has entered a fierce stage.
Facing the joint attack of two sword masters, although Nangong Jin was extremely talented, his strength seemed to be slightly lacking.
After a fight, not only did he not gain the upper hand, but he was forced to look disgraceful. There were bloodstains on his shoulders, arms and other places, staining the snow-white dress red.
Countless silver needles shot out around her, sealing off a five-foot radius, leaving her in a difficult situation.
"Go away!" Nangong Jin shouted in a low voice, and the Feixue Sword drew an exquisite arc between the sky and the earth. Endless water flowed between the sky and the earth, and he waved his sword.
The endless water flow instantly condensed into a large water ball, spinning and impacting against the ground. The floor tiles exploded inch by inch. In an instant, the wolf-like man in black was pushed back violently, with blood spurting out from his mouth.
"Little beauty, just accept your death!" The man in black in the distance licked the corner of his mouth, with a sinister look in his eyes.
Holding a silver needle between his fingers, he flicked it and shot it towards Nangong Jin like lightning.
Nangong Jin stood still, his head full of black hair unable to move automatically. The surging innate true energy surged out of his body, spreading in all directions, and instantly blew away the silver needles that shot away.
The white cold air quickly covered a ten-foot radius, and the world suddenly became cold.
Wisps of cold air surrounded her entire figure, and in the blink of an eye, tiny ice cones condensed in the air.
Hundreds of ice cones were densely suspended around her body, constantly rotating and trembling, and the terrifying black ice momentum caused the world to change color.
When the man in black saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he had a bad premonition in his heart!
"Bingyun Canmeng!" Along with a loud shout, countless ice picks shot toward the man in black in the distance.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
The man in black kicked the ground with his feet and flew back quickly.
His hands were swung out repeatedly, and the silver needles were intertwined into a network, instantly intercepting a large number of ice picks.
Whoosh!
At this moment, suddenly a white afterimage was like a glimpse of the aurora, crossing a distance of six feet like lightning, and suddenly arrived in an instant.
Endless cold air condensed on the surface of the sword blade. The frost-white blade penetrated the space and struck in an instant. A layer of terrifying white cold air quickly pressed against the man in black.
"This woman!" The man in black stared at this scene with wide eyes, his scalp was pounding, and it was too late for him to dodge.
He clearly felt that the temperature around him suddenly dropped, as if he was in a land of ice and snow. The space within a radius of ten feet was completely condensed. His blood seemed to be solidified, and his body could not move even half a minute.
The powerful and extremely cold air instantly froze the man in black into an ice sculpture!
"You will pay the price for underestimating your opponent!" Nangong Jin stared at the figure in front of him and said in a cold tone.
On the stone arch bridge, countless people looked at this amazing scene in shock.
Who would have thought that the man in black who originally had the upper hand would be frozen into an ice sculpture by Nangong Jin's sword.
The soldiers of the Nangong family were immediately encouraged, and the originally depressed atmosphere immediately burst into cheers, as if they had won a great victory.
Qin Hong and Liu Qing, who were standing behind the formation, also breathed a sigh of relief.
The eldest lady's strength impressed them all.
Although Nangong Jin defeated the two men in black, using the 'Snow Soul' move consumes a lot of innate essence. Nangong Jin suddenly entered a period of weakness from his peak state. He was sweating profusely and his face looked very pale.
"The people of the Nangong family should not be underestimated, I admire them!" Seeing his subordinates being defeated, the middle-aged man who led him was not angry. Instead, he looked at Nangong Jin with admiration and a joking look on his face.
Nangong Jin held the Feixue Sword and said coldly: "Sir, please do me a favor and let this matter go. I, Nangong Jin, will definitely keep it in mind!"
"No, no, Miss Nangong, I do appreciate your talent, but since we are here, we can't go in vain!" The middle-aged man in charge said in a low voice.
"Those who know the current affairs are heroes. The Nangong family is a giant in Canglan Continent, and we don't want to offend them rashly!"
"However, you are really in the way. I hope you can assess the situation. If you must stop us, we will have to fight with each other!"
When Nangong Jin heard this, a trace of anger flashed in her eyes, and she bit her silver teeth: "If you want to take Xiangling with you, my Nangong family will never agree!"
"Unless you step over my body!"
"You are young and your tone is not small, so let me meet you, little girl!" At this time, a hoarse voice sounded in the night.
Hearing this sudden sound, everyone couldn't help but look at the person behind the middle-aged man, and saw a tall and thin man in a bamboo hat carrying a bamboo box, stepping out of the fog and slowly stepping out.
"Who are you?" Nangong Jin looked at the other party with a cold expression, and a strong bad feeling arose in his heart without any warning.
The tall man was as skinny as a bamboo pole. He took off his bamboo hat and pulled off his black skin. His voice was hoarse like a bad old man in his seventies or eighties. The sound of his voice made goosebumps rise all over his body.
"My name is He Yunbao, please give me some advice from Miss Nangong!" The middle-aged man named He Yunbao took off the bamboo box from behind, then took out two silver iron rods from inside, and connected them as he went.
There are threads between the two iron rods, like teeth, and the inside and outside are interlocked, making them very easy to connect.
In the blink of an eye, a long silver stick was connected, and then he took out a sharp silver spearhead from the bamboo box and inserted it into one end of the stick.
Instantly a silver spear appeared in his hand.
He Yunbao held the long spear and performed several tricks flexibly, which was called a cool and mighty one.
When Nangong Jin saw this scene, he instantly judged in his mind that this was a master of using guns.
