Zhao Yingchuan stared at Liu Nerong, who had caught the eye of his second brother, and thought that his second brother had good taste. He smiled and said, "It's settled. I'll have to trouble second sister-in-law and Zhao Yingchuan to leave through the back door. In the future, whether the Fish-dragon Gang's surname is Liu or Zhou, it doesn't matter. Second brother naturally has the ability to make the Fish-dragon Gang one of the top gangs in Lingzhou. If the negotiation fails, then don't blame me for knocking you out, carrying you on my shoulder, and throwing you onto the bed of my second brother's private residence. If you want to gang up on me, it's fine. Zhao Yingchuan is confident that he can escape. As for the person in the room, it doesn't matter if he's dead or alive. But second sister-in-law, do you really want to be happy like this? "
Liu Nerong only felt sad. Were all the sons of officials so insidious? Zhou Ziru was only the son of a Secondary Rank Six Rank Deputy Captain, and he was already so calculative. Wasn't the cooperation between her grandfather and the son of the Weapons Supervisor even more like asking a tiger for its skin? Could it be that it was a trap set by the Fish-dragon Gang's mortal enemy and the General's residence from the beginning? Liu Nerong took a deep breath and calmly said, "If you can leave the inn alive, tell Zhou Ziru to eat shit."
Zhao Yingchuan, who was carrying the blade, gave her a thumbs up and praised, "Second sister-in-law is so elegant. I only hope that you'll be so likable in second brother's bed tonight."
Originally, according to Zhou Ziru's plan, Zhao Yingchuan would let the criminal pour dirty water and talk to Liu Nerong before leaving. It would be best if Liu Nerong was willing to give in. If she didn't, Zhou Ziru would personally lead the troops to break into the inn and arrest her. The biggest backer of the inn was Young Master Zhou, so he didn't need to spend a single favor. As soon as Zhao Yingchuan finished speaking, he didn't rush to retreat, probably because things were going well. Instead, he ran wildly in the corridor with his blade, rushing toward Liu Nerong. When he was ten steps away, he jumped to the wall, tapped the tip of his foot, turned to the other wall, and bounced toward Liu Nerong again. His speed was much faster than before, and he had the advantage of being on the high ground. He quickly chopped down with his blade, showing no affection of a future uncle and sister-in-law. Liu Nerong raised her arm to block. What a bright sword. She was indeed the granddaughter of Gang Leader Liu. This autumn water long sword was enough to make ordinary martial artists drool. After the blade and sword collided, Zhao Yingchuan grinned and said, "Get out of my hand!"
Liu Nerong's entire arm was numb, and she took two steps back. Zhao Yingchuan, who had landed on the ground, did not show any mercy. He did not give Liu Nerong any chance to catch her breath. He brandished his saber, forcing Liu Nerong to only be able to take it head-on. She had no time to use any exquisite swordsmanship. It could be seen that Zhao Yingchuan was not a person who blindly believed himself to be reckless. In the final analysis, the swordsmanship and saber techniques of the military were all extremely clean and nimble killing methods. They were never flashy or flashy. However, the people of Jianghu were different. They more or less pursued the exquisiteness and magnificence of their moves. It was hard to avoid the suspicion of being cumbersome. If one's realm was low, they would be skilled. If one's realm was high, they would be immortal. Liu Nerong retreated again and again, swallowing a mouthful of blood that had surged up to her throat. When Zhao Yingchuan finally took a breath, the long sword that had been fiercely knocked away by the saber slipped out of his hand. Zhao Yingchuan was delighted because after all, this was the woman that his second brother had taken a fancy to. He couldn't really kill her, so he was prepared to take down this Miss Liu whose swordsmanship was actually not bad. However, he didn't know that the moment he relaxed, the long sword that had slipped out of his hand strangely circled around Liu Nerong's body and swept towards Zhao Yingchuan's neck at a tricky angle!
Zhao Yingchuan turned his head and a strand of his hair was cut off. He was able to use his saber to parry the attack. He laughed and said, "What a good sword move. If second brother hadn't reminded second sister-in-law that master Xiao Qiang is good at the Double Swallow Whirlpool, I would have really suffered a big loss."
Liu Nerong remained calm and stretched out her arms. She didn't reach out to hold the long sword. Instead, she flicked a finger on the sword and patted the hilt with her other hand. The long sword spun rapidly in the air like a spinning top whipped by a child and flew towards Zhao Yingchuan.
Even Zhao Yingchuan, who had been on the battlefield countless times at a young age, had a serious expression on his face. He didn't dare to rashly pull out his saber, fearing that the saber's momentum would be used by the woman. His second brother had said that the most exquisite move of the Fish-dragon Gang's old gang leader's Fist Cannon that shook Lingzhou was the Teacher's Three Cupped Hands Technique. After three consecutive "cupped hands", the strength would multiply. It was completely different from the common martial arts common sense that the first move would be used up, the second would be weakened, and the third would be exhausted. This Liu Nerong had clearly integrated the Teacher's Three Cupped Hands Technique into the Double Swallow Whirlpool swordsmanship. It was a bit tricky! Zhao Yingchuan made up his mind to avoid the fierce wind. He pulled out his saber and retreated. There was a door behind him. He suddenly exerted force with his back and smashed the wooden door. He retreated into the room in a slightly embarrassed manner. Seeing that Liu Nerong didn't take advantage of the situation to pursue him, he held the long sword. Finally, he couldn't hide the trace of blood oozing out of the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Yingchuan shook the saber in his hand and resumed his carefree attitude. He laughed and said, "Second Sister-in-law, you're good with your sword."
Liu Nerong wiped the trace of blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled. "I don't care about your mother."
There was an awkward silence.
The corner of Zhao Yingchuan's mouth twitched. Obviously, he didn't expect such a woman to swear. In fact, there were two other people in the room. However, whether it was Liu Nerong or Zhao Yingchuan, they didn't think that these two guys could do anything. She was just worried that they would be implicated. Liu Nerong didn't have the confidence that she would be lucky enough to survive a life and death battle with this swordsman who was only hiding his strength. Her eyes moved slightly, indicating that the two people in the room shouldn't act rashly. However, in the next moment, she was disappointed. Her disappointment was twofold. The first disappointment was that the young man with the same saber was standing by the window, motionless and indifferent. But what made Liu Nerong most anxious was that Wang Dashi didn't care about the situation. He shouted and rushed toward Zhao Yingchuan. The Fish-dragon Gang's unique skill was undoubtedly her grandfather's Cannon Hammer. It was a branch of one of the fist techniques of the Two Zen Temples. It didn't pursue the complexity of the routine, but focused on the instantaneous burst of power. If this set of fist techniques was supported by vigorous internal energy, the fist technique would naturally be brilliant. Unfortunately, in the hands of Wang Dashi, who had just joined the gang and hadn't been able to reach a higher level, it was just for show. Zhao Yingchuan even calmly waited for the fist to reach his face before kicking Wang Dashi's knee. He tilted his head slightly and let the fist miss. In the next moment, Beiliang's saber was placed on Wang Dashi's neck. Zhao Yingchuan held the saber in one hand and Wang Dashi's neck with the other. With a troubled expression, he muttered to himself, "Should I cut his neck or crush it?"
Liu Nerong said, "Don't!"
Zhao Yingchuan heard the sound of horse hooves getting clearer and clearer outside the house. He knew that his second brother's side had victory in their hands. He also had the leisure to look for fun in a busy situation. He said with a smile, "Second Sister-in-law, tell me. Little Uncle is so fierce to let this trash go."
Although Wang Dashi's skills were muddled, he still had some courage. Being restrained, he still blushed and shouted, "Miss, don't!"
Liu Nerong said expressionlessly, "I'll tell you."
Zhao Yingchuan's five fingers exerted force and lifted Wang Dashi's body up. Zhao Yingchuan took an inch and wanted a mile. He said, "Second Sister-in-law, don't forget the word 'li'."
Liu Nerong was about to accept this humiliation. Just as she opened her mouth, she couldn't close it. Her eyes widened as if she had seen a demon.
Zhao Yingchuan was like a dead fish. His eyes were filled with morbid blood vessels. He was already on the verge of death.
Behind Zhao Yingchuan stood the man with the saber. He didn't say a word from beginning to end. After delivering the fatal blow, he didn't pull out his saber. He just pierced his palm into Zhao Yingchuan's back and broke his entire spine.
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