Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Su Jin gripped the dagger tightly, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

She stood side by side with Feng Qingyue. The air around them was suffocatingly oppressive, as if every second was foreshadowing an impending conflict.

The enemy gradually approached, and the secret guards of the Dark Hall walked with steady steps and a deep breath. It was obvious that they were veterans who had experienced life and death many times.

However, in the face of this oppression, the two of them appeared calm and composed, as if they had nothing to do with it.

Feng Qingyue glanced around, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she said coldly: "Do you really think you can end us here?"

Duan Wuya sneered, his eyes flashing with contempt: "You have been surrounded, lay down your weapons and surrender."

Feng Qingyue responded calmly, her tone filled with disdain: "Do you really think these people can stop us?"

Before she finished speaking, her figure disappeared like a ghost, and the sword light cut through the air like lightning, pointing directly at one of the enemy's secret guards.

Immediately, Su Jin followed closely behind, his figure as agile as a ghost, quickly circling behind the enemy, and his dagger cut through the air, making bursts of sharp sounds.

"Ugh!" A secret guard screamed and fell to the ground instantly, with blood splattering everywhere.

Another secret guard pounced on Su Jin, but she dodged him easily. Her figure disappeared in an instant and reappeared behind the enemy. The dagger in her hand pierced into the opponent's heart like a poisonous snake, and blood gushed out.

"You are so slow." Su Jin smiled coldly, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Feng Qingyue and Su Jin's cooperation was seamless, and their movements were swift and precise.

Every time they swung their swords and stabbed, they were merciless and hit the enemy's vital points directly.

Those elite secret guards had no way to react and fell down one after another. The air was filled with the smell of blood.

A hint of astonishment flashed in Duan Wuya's eyes. He didn't expect that these two people were so powerful.

He whispered, "Who are you?"

Feng Qingyue smiled contemptuously, her eyes as sharp as a knife: "They are just two people who don't want to die."

"Everyone, hurry up!" Duan Wuya shouted angrily, waving his hand and ordering, "Everyone, surround them! Catch them!"

The secret guards approached quickly, but Feng Qingyue and Su Jin's reaction speed was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Wherever Feng Qingyue's sword light went, the air made a sharp cutting sound. Her attack was fierce and sharp, and every move was full of deadly threats.

At the same time, Su Jin's figure followed like a shadow, and the dagger came out quickly, splashing blood everywhere.

The two of them were like two sharp swords, interweaving into a deadly combination. Any secret guards who tried to surround them were quickly knocked down.

Faced with this overwhelming attack, the enemy's counterattack became increasingly slow.

Duan Wuya's expression grew increasingly serious. He glared at Feng Qingyue and whispered, "I want to see how long you can hold on."

After saying that, he flashed and the knife flashed like thunder towards Feng Qingyue's head.

A cold light flashed in Feng Qingyue's eyes, and her body suddenly leaped up. The sword light slashed like lightning, easily blocking Duan Wuya's blade.

Then, she swung her sword back, and the blade swept across, heading straight for Duan Wuya's heart.

Duan Wuya quickly dodged to the side and said in a deep voice, "As expected of a woman who dares to enter the Dark Hall alone, she is indeed powerful. But do you think you are the only one who can fight?"

Feng Qingyue sneered, her eyes as cold as ice. She turned around and slashed out with her sword again.

Each of her sword strikes was extremely swift, like lightning, accurately looking for Duan Wuya's flaws.

At the same time, Su Jin did not stop.

Her dagger moved between the enemies, sometimes left, sometimes right, and each attack hit the enemy's vital points before they could react.

There was a cold glint in her eyes as she said in a cold voice, "You are nothing but this."

Her dagger slashed across the shoulder of an elder again, blood staining her sleeves red. The elder took a few steps back, his angry eyes becoming more fierce.

At this time, several elders of the Dark Hall finally arrived, and the atmosphere suddenly became more tense and depressing.

The three elders were tall and imposing, and were obviously not to be underestimated.

"You are indeed not simple." One of the elders sneered, his tone cold, "However, you are destined not to leave today."

A hint of coldness flashed across Feng Qingyue's eyes, and she said firmly, "If you think you can stop us, then go ahead and try."

The elders wasted no time, all of them drew their weapons, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

Obviously, they are ready to go all out to defeat these two powerful enemies.

Feng Qingyue and Su Jin exchanged glances, and a tacit understanding was reached in their hearts.

Next, they counterattacked.

"Come on, let's see if you can catch up with us."

Feng Qingyue chuckled, and before she finished her words, she leaped up like a ghost, and slashed at an elder with the sword.

Su Jin followed closely behind, and his figure disappeared from the enemy's sight like a ghost, as if blending into the night.

The elders were unable to see their movements for a moment and could only hear the sound of swords tearing through the air.

"It's indeed fast, but it's not that easy for you to escape!" One of the elders shouted angrily, and swung the sharp sword towards Feng Qingyue.

Feng Qingyue chuckled and easily dodged the attack. Her sword swept across the elder's face again, "Do you think you can restrain me like this?"

On the other side, Su Jin smiled coldly, and the dagger pierced into the back of a secret guard silently like a poisonous snake, and blood spurted out instantly.

The elders finally realized that the cooperation between Feng Qingyue and Su Jin had far exceeded their expectations, and their attacks gradually became chaotic.

Duan Wuya's expression grew increasingly gloomy, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he whispered an order: "Suppress them with all your strength! Don't let them live at any cost!"

Suddenly, the enemy's counterattack became more fierce. The elders no longer cared about any skills and attacked with all their strength. The swords and knives intertwined and surrounded Feng Qingyue and Su Jin.

Feng Qingyue and Su Jin moved as fast as lightning, quickly shuttling between the enemies, and the surroundings suddenly became a scene of swords and sabers.

Their movements were still swift and precise, as if they had nothing to fear.

"No one will succeed tonight." Feng Qingyue's eyes flashed with coldness, and she whispered to Su Jin, "Be prepared, we have to be even more ruthless."

"Don't worry, I've been waiting for you." Su Jin's eyes flashed with determination, and the aura between the two of them was like intertwined thunder, which could completely defeat the enemy at any time.

"Let's see who will be the ultimate winner."