Disguised as a man: Watch me create a new dynasty

It was a dark and windy night and the Third Prince's mansion was completely silent.

The cold moonlight falls on the well-arranged pavilions and towers, casting a layer of mysterious silver gauze over the entire mansion.

Yan Nansheng and Mo Qing, dressed in night clothes, sneaked into the mansion like two ghostly figures.

Standing on the huge martial arts arena in the front yard, Yan Nansheng raised his hand slightly, and an invisible force quietly emanated.

Her mental power was fully displayed at this moment, as if she could control the entire world.

Mo Qing followed closely beside her, always alert to the movements around him.

"who?"

An angry shout was heard, and several dark shadows suddenly rushed out from all directions.

These were all experts from the Third Prince’s Mansion. They sensed the presence of Yan Nansheng and Mo Qing and rushed over quickly.

The wind seemed to sense the tense atmosphere at this moment and blew slightly, rustling the leaves in the courtyard.

Yan Nansheng looked at these masters with contempt and sneered, "You guys think you can stop us?"

When Yan Nansheng waved his hand violently, the powerful force swept out like a hurricane, and they were instantly plunged into shock and panic.

Those masters stared blankly at their companions being knocked flying and falling heavily to the ground, with dust flying everywhere, as if time had frozen at that moment.

However, this is just the beginning.

As the noise grew, more and more experts emerged from every corner. Soon, Yan Nansheng and Mo Qing were surrounded by hundreds of people.

These masters all had fierce eyes and menacing auras, and the weapons in their hands flashed coldly in the moonlight.

The flowers and plants in the courtyard were trampled to pieces by their footsteps, as if they were trembling in the face of the upcoming fierce battle.

Yan Nansheng was not afraid at all; her eyes were full of confidence and dominance.

She raised her chin slightly and said coldly: "Come and fight!"

After saying that, Yan Nansheng flashed and rushed into the crowd like a bolt of lightning.

Her movements were so fast that they were dazzling, and the masters had no time to react.

I saw her punching and kicking from time to time, and each move was powerful.

An expert raised his sword and stabbed at her. Yan Nansheng did not dodge or evade, but stretched out a hand to grab the blade.

The master tried hard to draw out the sword, but found that the sword seemed to be clamped by an iron clamp and could not move at all.

Yan Nansheng sneered, exerted force suddenly, and actually broke the sword.

The master looked at Yan Nansheng in horror, but before he could react, Yan Nansheng's fist had already hit his chest.

The master was knocked flying in an instant, and blood spurted out of his mouth, drawing a shocking arc under the moonlight.

Yan Nansheng continued to move through the crowd, her magical powers allowing her to move freely in the crowd.

Every attack of hers could cause several masters to fall to the ground and become injured, losing their fighting power.

Although those masters were numerous, they seemed so vulnerable in front of Yan Nansheng.

A master tried to attack Yan Nansheng from behind, but Yan Nansheng seemed to have eyes on her back. She suddenly turned around and kicked the master.

The master was kicked and flew out, hitting the wall heavily, and the vines on the wall shook violently.

As the battle progressed, Yan Nansheng's momentum became stronger and stronger.

There was a flash of anger in her eyes, and her fists were as hard as steel. Every punch she delivered could make a master lose his fighting ability.

She was as fast as lightning, and those masters couldn't catch her at all.

One after another, masters were injured and fell to the ground under her attack, groaning in pain.

The stone pavement in the courtyard was stained red with their blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Yan Nansheng's supernatural power seemed endless, and she continued to release powerful power.

Her figure shuttled back and forth among the crowd, and wherever she went, masters fell down one after another.

Those masters began to feel fear, they had never seen such a powerful enemy.

Their hearts were filled with despair and they didn't know how to deal with Yan Nansheng's attack.

The wind whistled past at this moment, as if cheering for Yan Nansheng's strength.

However, Yan Nansheng had no intention of letting them go.

Her eyes were full of coldness, and she threw another punch, with such powerful force that several masters were knocked out at the same time.

Those masters spat out blood in the air, then fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

After a fierce battle, Yan Nansheng and Mo Qing cooperated well, one charged and the other finished off the opponent, and they defeated the masters in the Third Prince's Mansion.

They lay on the ground, looking at Yan Nansheng in horror, their hearts filled with awe.

Yan Nansheng stood in the middle of the crowd, emitting a powerful aura. The moonlight shining on her added a sacred glow to her.

A master is worthy of being a master. These masters in the Third Prince’s Mansion were initially shocked by Yan Nansheng’s momentum when he attacked without any greeting.

However, they were masters after all, and they reacted quickly. Their eyes gradually became sharper, and their auras gathered again. With a glance, they surrounded Yan Nansheng and Mo Qing tacitly.

The remaining masters waved their weapons, swords flashed, knives gleamed.

They cooperated well, some attacked from the front, some attacked from the side, trying to force Yan Nansheng and Mo Qing into a desperate situation.

But how could Yan Nansheng and Mo Qing be ordinary people?

They were forged from the battlefield, and it's not just their fighting power that's off the charts.

On that cruel battlefield, they experienced countless life-and-death tests and had long learned how to survive in desperate situations and how to make the enemy lose their combat effectiveness.

Yan Nansheng's figure was as fast as lightning, moving freely among the crowd.

Her psychic powers give her unparalleled strength and speed.

When faced with enemy attacks, she can always dodge them easily and then counterattack with lightning speed.

Each of her attacks was just right, injuring the enemies without killing them.

Under the moonlight, Yan Nansheng's figure was like a ghost, moving left and right, making it difficult to predict.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind like black satin.

Every time he moved, the stone slabs under his feet would vibrate slightly, making a dull sound.

Mo Qing and Yan Nansheng cooperated perfectly.

His swordsmanship was sharp and precise, and every move carried a deadly threat.

Sometimes he fought side by side with Yan Nansheng to resist the enemy's attacks together, and sometimes he attacked alone to disrupt the enemy's formation.

Mo Qing's sword flashed coldly in the moonlight, and every time it was swung, it brought up a gust of sharp wind.

His figure was as agile as a cheetah, moving freely among the enemies.

It took him and Yan Nansheng less than half an hour to destroy the internal energy of all the masters in the Third Prince's Mansion.

Then the two looked at each other, turned around and left.

The remaining rookie guards looked at each other in bewilderment. They were leaving now?

Who are they? Why did they come to fight in the Three Emperors' Palace?

They knew nothing, how could they explain to the Third Prince?