SFS Chapter 186 Savior
Chapter 186 Savior
Seeing this, Jin Chengfeng showed a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth: "You are so useless. You can't even deal with a woman. What's the point of being a hall master!"
These words seemed to anger He Yong. He roared and kicked Xiao Zhixue hard in the abdomen.
The kick was so powerful that Xiao Zhixue felt an unbearable pain sweeping through her body, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
The pain slowed her movements, and the balance of victory seemed to begin to tilt towards He Yong.
At this critical moment, Fan Yanmu arrived like a savior, kicked He Yong in the waist, and threw him out heavily.
"Are you okay? Are you injured?"
Fan Yanmu asked with concern, and seeing the pain on Xiao Zhixue's face, he couldn't help feeling nervous.
Xiao Zhixue covered her aching abdomen and cursed softly, with a bit of helplessness in her tone: "This guy is so despicable, he clearly knew that I..."
Before she could finish her words, the sounds of fighting around her drowned out her whisper and Fan Yanmu didn't hear clearly.
As more reinforcements from Xuan Yu Tang arrived, Fan Yanmu quickly protected Xiao Zhixue behind him. He brandished his long sword and fought against the surging enemies on his own.
Jin Chengfeng witnessed all this, his brows furrowed, and a hint of jealousy and viciousness flashed in his eyes.
The members of Xuan Yu Tang suffered heavy losses in this round of attack. He Yong got up from the ground in a panic and charged towards Fan Yanmu and Xiao Zhixue again.
Fang Weiyi and An Ying'er did not stop for a moment either, as the number of souls killed by their swords continued to increase.
Although Fang Jiawen's martial arts skills were mediocre, the hidden weapons in his hands were accurate and deadly, causing many Xuan Yu Tang members to fall to the ground in pain and wail.
He Yong was extremely angry, and just as he was about to deal a fatal blow to Fan Yanmu, a flexible whip lashed towards his neck like a snake, tightly wrapping around it, making his face turn red and his breathing difficult.
He tried to cut the whip with a knife, but Fan Yanmu's long knife stabbed his arm accurately. The severe pain made him pause, but at the same time he also realized the current danger.
He tried his best to break free from the restraints on his neck, but Xiao Zhixue's hand holding the whip was extremely strong, and his arm was injured, so he was unable to break free after struggling for a long time.
The surrounding Xuan Yu Tang members saw that their leader was trapped, but no one dared to step forward to help, because they were afraid of the strange whip and Xiao Zhixue's sharp swordsmanship.
He Yong was almost suffocated and asked in a hoarse voice: "Who are you? Why did you break into my Xuanyu Hall?"
He was full of confusion and had no idea where these strangers came from or where they were going.
Xiao Zhixue and Fan Yanmu exchanged glances. They were surprised by He Yong's reaction.
As the hall master, he should be able to find out their identities. Moreover, He Yong could not have been completely unaware of Jin Chengfeng's previous abduction of Fang Weiyi.
The two of them remained silent. Just as He Yong was about to ask again, Jin Chengfeng's voice suddenly interrupted.
"They are the ones who killed the hall master's daughter, why don't you take revenge?"
Jin Chengfeng's words were like the tongue of a poisonous snake. The information revealed made He Yong tremble all over, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
The death of his daughter was an unbearable pain for him. He Yong roared, and used all his strength to pull off the whip around his neck. He raised his knife and slashed at the two men like a storm. The flame of revenge burned in his heart.
Xiao Zhixue was agile and easily avoided He Yong's attack, while Fan Yanmu drew his sword and engaged in a fierce confrontation with He Yong.
Jin Chengfeng stood aside with a cold smile on his lips. Everything was going as he planned. He didn't need to do anything himself. All these annoying people would die tonight.
As for Xiao Zhixue, he would naturally not let her die so easily. She still had greater value waiting for him to discover and utilize.
Just as Xiao Zhixue and the members of Xuan Yu Tang were fighting fiercely in the moonlit courtyard, with sword shadows intersecting and the sounds of killing incessant, Jin Chengfeng was like a ghost in the night, silently shuttling through the shadows and gradually approaching her from behind.
Suddenly, a poison-soaked silver needle flashing with cold light appeared in his palm. There seemed to be a trace of barely perceptible venom on the tip of the needle. It went straight towards Xiao Zhixue's unprotected throat. The air seemed to be filled with tension and murderous intent.
Xiao Zhixue, the famous female hero in the martial arts world, suddenly felt an indescribable chill behind her, as if her throat was strangled by an invisible claw.
Relying on her keen intuition acquired over the years, she suddenly turned her body, as light and agile as a fish out of water, and just avoided the fatal blow.
When she turned around, she saw Jin Chengfeng's cold face, as if he was about to stab her with a needle, and she couldn't help but be secretly alert.
She reacted quickly, pulled out a bottle of strong acid that she had prepared in advance from her waist, and poured it on Jin Chengfeng without hesitation.
The acid drew an arc in the air, carrying the power to corrode everything. Although Jin Chengfeng was an extraordinary person, he was unable to completely avoid this sudden attack.
The acid splashed in his face, corroding his face in an instant. The human skin mask that he usually used to conceal his identity quickly dissolved under the attack of the high concentration of acid, like ice and snow meeting fire, revealing his true appearance.
He was a handsome man, but there was an indescribable tenderness between his brows, which was in sharp contrast to his usual cold image.
A few drops of acid splashed onto his face, and wisps of white smoke immediately rose up, accompanied by a pungent smell. Jin Chengfeng's facial muscles twisted in pain, but he clenched his teeth and swallowed the pain like a knife cutting, with an unyielding light flashing in his eyes.
Without a moment's hesitation, Jin Chengfeng raised the needle in his hand again, his eyes sharp as a torch, vowing to kill Xiao Zhixue.
Xiao Zhixue quickly retreated and kicked Jin Chengfeng in the abdomen, intending to interrupt his attack.
However, Jin Chengfeng was agile and dodged the attack by simply turning his body sideways. The silver needle in his hand shot towards Xiao Zhixue again like a poisonous snake. The fight between the two sides became more and more intense and it was difficult to tell who was better for a while.
At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Fan Yanmu had subdued He Yong, the head of Xuanyu Hall, to the ground. Although He Yong struggled repeatedly, he was still unable to break free of Fan Yanmu's iron-like grip.
The members of Xuan Yu Tang were extremely anxious, but they were afraid of the ruthlessness of Fan Yanmu's sword and did not dare to act rashly.
During the fierce battle, Fan Yanmu caught sight of the stalemate between Xiao Zhixue and Jin Chengfeng. He was secretly thankful for Xiao Zhixue's wit and preparation, which enabled her to hold on in such a dangerous situation.
Seeing this, Fan Yanmu sternly ordered everyone in Xuanyu Hall: "Drop your weapons and surrender immediately, otherwise the hall master's life will be in danger!"
This order hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, putting them in a dilemma.
Surrendering means losing the last chance of resistance, but continuing to resist is undoubtedly seeking death, because they know that even if they can escape today, Jin Chengfeng will not let any betrayer go.