King of Hundred Victories Saber

He furrowed his brows slightly, his gaze becoming ever more focused, not missing a single detail. In his heart, he silently pondered the martial arts style and the exquisite techniques of the Blood Rakshasa, attempting to glean a clue from them.

The female disciple of the Blood Rakshasa, Ling Lanzhi, with a graceful figure, leaned against the castle gate. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, intently watching the battle, carefully contemplating the techniques contained within her master’s unpredictable whip and swordsmanship.

Although her martial arts were taught by her master, what she cultivated was not the mysterious and strange Blood Rakshasa Inner Power Heart Method, but the pure and steady Tianshan Inner Power Method. Because of this, Ling Lanzhi’s progress in inner power was quite slow, but her skin color never changed, remaining as fair as snow, exuding the unique beauty and purity of a young girl.

At this moment, the Blood Rakshasa was firmly holding the upper hand with a fierce and unmatched offensive, under siege from three samurai.

Her red hair danced wildly, like burning fire snakes, adding a touch of eerie color to the brutal battle.

Her skin, crimson as blood, shimmered with a strange luster under the dim moonlight. Each movement of her body seemed to ignite the surrounding air. At this moment, her movements were nimble, like petals dancing in the wind, or a specter darting through the night. The long whip and treasure sword in her hands complemented each other perfectly, making it difficult for the three samurai to approach.

Suddenly, she jerked her head around, her gaze sharp as electricity, as if it could pierce through the darkness, shouting loudly towards the obscured area, ”Lanzhi, what are you coming out for? Are you going to become a hostage for those sneaky dogs?”

Her voice, shrill and piercing, like an owl’s screech in the night, traveled far through the silent desert night, as if it could cut through the night sky and strike into one’s heart.

It turned out that the Blood Rakshasa, with her extremely sharp mind, had already sensed that someone had sneaked into the castle, her vigilance was astonishing.

Shi Feiyang lay on top of the ancient castle, hearing these words, and thought to himself, ”It seems that Lan Xiaodie and Dugu Yan must have arrived. These two are infamous in the Jianghu, and their arrival surely heralds another bout of bloodshed.”

He slightly curled his lips into a cold smile, feeling a sense of realization in his heart: ”Hehe, tonight has become a feast for thieves, it seems that Val Castle is destined to be restless tonight. Let’s see what kind of chaos they are planning to cause.”

Ling Lanzhi intended to lean out and take a look, but upon hearing the Blood Rakshasa’s shout, she was so frightened that she turned pale, her face becoming as white as paper.

Panicking in her heart, like a startled bird, she dared not linger any longer, quickly turning around to leave.

She knew deeply how treacherous the Jianghu was, and how unpredictable people’s hearts could be. If she were to be captured and used as a hostage, her life would be in jeopardy, leading to endless calamity.

Her steps were hurried, like a frightened little deer, as she returned to the castle to find her senior brothers, Liu Pingsheng and Wu Zhengliang. The three of them gathered in one place, faces solemn, discussing how to solve the tricky situation at hand.

The Blood Rakshasa, with a graceful spin and a light step, moved like petals dancing in the wind.

The long whip in her hand swiftly retracted, like a red lightning bolt, was instantly flicked back with a reverse strike.

The long whip, like a lively red snake, drew an arc in the air, rushing towards a masked person above the castle gate.

A sharp and painful cry pierced through the night sky, the sound was mournful and agonizing. The masked person had been hit on the leg by the tip of the whip.

This was still the Blood Rakshasa showing mercy, using only about ten to twenty percent of her power, only lightly sweeping with the tip of the whip. Otherwise, with her profound and mighty power, how could that masked person survive this whip strike?

The Blood Rakshasa, after whipping out, shouted angrily, ”You dog thief, confess quickly! Otherwise, I shall make you unable to live and unable to die! Today I will let you know the consequence of rampaging in Val Castle!”

The masked person lay on the ground, groaning in pain and shouting, ”Blood Rakshasa, you have such a cruel heart! I intended to come out and lend you a hand, why do you see good intentions as malice? Does Dugu Yan seem so worthless in your eyes?”