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Chapter 102 They are all masters!

At the moment the three guards jumped off the carriage, the originally quiet Niulan Street suddenly changed.

A whistling sound like a roar came from above their heads. The three guards were instantly alert. Looking up, they saw a huge stone millstone being thrown in from outside the alley, smashing towards the carriage with a violent gust of wind.

Judging from the size of the stone millstone, it weighs at least several thousand pounds.

Anyone who can throw a millstone like this over the courtyard wall and still maintain such a speed must be a master of horizontal training with innate supernatural powers!

But even so, the three guards were not at all panicked.

Especially the scarred guard who was the tallest and strongest among the three. Not only was he not afraid at all, he even clenched his fists and smashed towards the stone millstone with a grin.

"boom!"

In just a moment, the huge stone millstone exploded, turning into countless pieces of gravel that flew in all directions.

Stone dust rained down from the sky. The scarred guard stood there unharmed. He raised his right hand, which had just smashed the millstone, and brushed off the stone dust on his body. He glanced at his two colleagues and said,
"If it's alright, this is mine!"

"..."

The two colleagues looked at each other, and the calm middle-aged guard on the left nodded, indicating that it was okay.

The long-haired young man holding the scabbard on the right chuckled and said jokingly, "As long as Brother Fu is willing, let alone this one, even if it means taking over all the assassins on the street, that's no problem!"

"Humph, you're trying to be lazy again. I really don't know why the Master would be interested in someone like you..."

The scarred guard snorted lightly, then took a step forward and walked towards the direction where the millstone was thrown.

As he walked, a faint blue light shone through his collar and sleeves. A closer look revealed that it was the light emitted by the intricate patterns on his arms and torso.

This man's name is Fu Hao. He was born with an amazing physique and great strength. If he were placed in another world, he would at least be a fierce general who could charge into the battle.

But unfortunately, this is Joy of Life, where there is radiation of true Qi, and Fu Hao is good in everything except his talent in true Qi. No matter how hard he practices, he is always trapped in the sixth level.

Until recently, Fan Xian took him in as his disciple, used the Three-Car Power Method to open up his Ren and Du Meridians, combined with the secret method of horizontal training and magic runes to strengthen the body, forcibly increased his strength to an extremely terrifying level.

Now his body is practically invulnerable to swords and spears. Although his overall combat power is not as good as that of a grandmaster, it is at least at the ninth level!

Just as Fu Hao left the range of the carriage, many black shadows suddenly appeared on the courtyard walls on both sides.

They all covered their faces with black cloth, drew their bows and arrows, and aimed at the carriage and the three guards on Niulan Street.

"Shhhhh-"

In an instant, a dense rain of arrows came from the air and hit Fu Hao with a clang.

Fu Hao frowned, grabbed an arrow at random, threw it with his backhand, and instantly shot a head that was sticking out of the courtyard wall.

At the same time, the other two people beside the carriage also started moving.

The young swordsman was no longer as lazy as before. The sword in his hand was unsheathed like lightning, instantly tearing through the airflow of the arrow and splashing a brilliant sword light all over the sky.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

In just a moment, countless sharp arrows were knocked away by the sword in the young swordsman's hand.

The seemingly gentle sword wind swept across the arrow shaft, easily tearing it into pieces, turning it into wood chips that flew all over the sky.

The middle-aged guard next to him had a cold look in his eyes. He placed his right hand on the hilt of the knife, stepped forward suddenly, and slashed horizontally.

"Chong-"

Along with the slight sound of the blade, the slightly curved long sword lit up with blue light and actually cut out a solid sword energy.

Before the archer on the courtyard wall could react to what was happening, his entire vision was occupied by the dazzling sword light, and his consciousness fell into eternal darkness.

"Plop! Plop!"

The headless body fell to the foot of the wall, and a large amount of blood spurted out, falling down like a bloody rain.

The young swordsman frowned, turned the sword, and used the airflow to stop the blood to prevent the filth from dirtying the young master's carriage.

"Nie Kang, protect the young master!"

"If an arrow lands on the carriage, I'll tear your head off and kick it like a ball!"

Fu Hao roared loudly and rushed towards the left wall like an angry bear.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Fu Hao used his shoulder as a collision point, smashing the stone brick wall in front of him and rushing into the courtyard where the assassin was ambushing.

"Do you need to tell me?"

Nie Kang sneered, and the sword in his hand danced faster and faster, as if it had merged into the sword wind.

Every time it was swung, it would stir up a gust of wind, and green lines would appear on the snow-white sword, stirring the air within a three-meter radius into an impenetrable vortex.

Like Fu Hao, Nie Kang was also a man with a tragic fate and no ambition.

He was born under the tutelage of a seventh-rank swordsman and was known as a genius in swordsmanship since childhood. However, he was weak and sickly, suffered from asthma, and his body could not withstand the true energy. His strength was also far inferior to those of his brothers who had ordinary swordsmanship.

Because of this, he often suffered from the contempt and ridicule of people around him.

Even his master, who valued him the most, tactfully advised him to give up martial arts after repeatedly seeking medical treatment without success.

Nie Kang was unwilling to give up, so he bid farewell to his master and came to Kyoto, where he sought out famous doctors and made a living by teaching swordsmanship.

But his actual combat skills were not good enough, and he could not handle the challenges from his peers. Not only did his business suffer, but he was also often ridiculed. Eventually, he was reduced to the point where he could only teach children. Even so, Nie Kang remained undeterred.

He learned to turn a blind eye to the cold stares and ridicules, and ignored them all with a lazy and lax attitude.

Fan Xian valued his character and talent in swordsmanship, so he cured his asthma, opened up his Ren and Du meridians, and gave him a wind-type sword enchanted by Lin Yu, making him a true master of swordsmanship.

In terms of strength alone, Nie Kang is the weakest of the three.

But if he adds this enchanted sword, even Fu Hao may not be his match!

……

At the same time, the middle-aged swordsman took a step, leaped five meters high, and landed in the courtyard wall in front.

The next second, a dazzling knife light appeared on the courtyard wall.

Countless broken limbs and arms flew all over the sky along with the flash of swords, dyeing the entire yard into a dazzling scarlet.

"what!"

The assassins' miserable wails lingered in his ears, but the middle-aged swordsman remained unmoved. He continued to coldly brandish his long sword, slaughtering all the living people in his sight.

This man's name is Shi Hanwu, a veteran of the Qing Kingdom who retired from the front lines.

Unlike Fu Hao and Nie Kang, his first half of life was relatively smooth, and he had gained a lot of military merits on the border. It was not until he became disabled that he finally witnessed the warmth and coldness of human nature.

To be honest, the Qing Kingdom was actually quite nice to the veteran, but unfortunately he had one hand and one foot disabled, making it difficult for him to move around and making a living.

His wife, whom he married through an introduction, was also a snobbish person. Seeing her life going downhill, she left Kyoto one afternoon with a foreign businessman.

After Fan Xian took a liking to this disabled veteran, he went to Lin Yu and bought a healing scroll to help him heal his body and reshape his physique.

Afterwards, Fan Xian opened up Shi Hanwu's Ren and Du meridians according to the procedure.

But after Shi Hanwu obtained Qi, Fan Xian was surprised to find that this guy's Qi could actually resonate with his sword!

After further questioning, Fan Xian finally learned that this long sword was passed down from his ancestors. Roughly estimated, it has been passed down for at least three generations!
The Shi family has been in the army for generations, and the long sword has been with them on the battlefield for three generations. It has long been integrated into their blood and has developed a certain spirituality, which makes it particularly suitable for the method of transforming things.

Without hesitation, Fan Xian immediately taught Shi Hanwu the method of transforming objects.

Shi Hanwu was also very competitive. As soon as he started, he was able to use his ancestral sword to cut out sword energy. He was truly gifted.

Among the three, Shi Hanwu is the most loyal to Fan Xian. He was born a soldier and is used to serving others. Now that he has been given a new life by Fan Xian, he naturally gave his life to him.

"laugh--"

With the sound of the blade cutting through flesh and blood, Shi Hanwu swung the knife and quickly slaughtered the assassin in front of him.

In the shadows of the corner, two figures were lurking there quietly, looking at the middle-aged guard who was killing people in the yard with shock on their faces.

Judging from this guy's current performance, he is at least a ninth-grade master!

Masters of this level are extremely rare in the entire world.

Fan Xian is just an illegitimate child, how could he be surrounded by so many experts?!
The two people in the shadows were extremely puzzled, but no matter what, a mission was a mission, and they had to try even if they died.

The two men looked at each other, and took advantage of the middle-aged guard's back to launch an attack.

"laugh--"

Two slight gusts of wind came from behind my head.

The middle-aged guard's expression remained unchanged. He rose from the ground, twisted his waist and hips, and slashed at the two people who were attacking from behind with a sword.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw the figures of two people. Although they were masked with black cloth, their graceful figures still revealed their identities as women.

"It's the female swordsman that Young Master mentioned!"

Shi Hanwu frowned and without hesitation turned the blade, letting the blade energy pass over the heads of the two women.

Seeing this scene, the two female swordsmen were a little puzzled.

But as assassins, they didn't mind taking advantage of this little 'mistake'.

In just a moment, the two women accelerated again, and the thin swords in their hands turned into dim light, like two dark poisonous snakes, stabbing at the middle-aged guard's neck and temple from the left and right.

But just as the tip of the sword was about to touch the skin, the long knife in the middle-aged guard's hand lit up with blue light.

The blue light spread across his body like a tide, covering his entire body in the blink of an eye.

"clang!"

The next second, the tip of the sword coated with poison pierced the amber-like blue light.

The hard touch startled the two female swordsmen. Before they could withdraw, they saw the middle-aged guard raise his right leg, which was like two blue lightning bolts, and instantly kicked the two women in the lower abdomen.

"Oh!"

Two muffled sounds were heard almost at the same time, and the two women flew backwards and slammed into the wall like cannonballs.

"Go ahead and capture it!"

The middle-aged guard's body glowed with blue light. He waved his long sword, pointed at the two female swordsmen with blood oozing from their mouths, and said calmly, "My lord is kind and willing to spare your lives. I hope you two will consider this carefully and not make mistakes that would cause me to suffer..."

(End of this chapter)