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Seeing his two subordinates being continuously forced back, Zhao Yun could no longer hold it in. He pulled out the sword in his hand, leaped up, and was about to attack Huang Shan and the others.

"Zhao Yun, your opponent is me, you must see clearly." Lin Qing's figure flashed and appeared not far away from Zhao Yun. The sword in her hand pointed straight at Zhao Yun, carrying a thick killing intent.

"You're courting death!" Zhao Yun shouted softly and gave up his plan to kill Huang Shan and the others. He stomped his feet on the ground and with a flash, he appeared not far from Lin Qing.

Staring coldly at Zhao Yun, who was about to strike out with his sword, Lin Qing smiled lightly. The sword in her hand seemed to have casually struck out, yet its speed was extremely fast.

Dang lang. The two swords made contact and emitted a light sound.

With a "hmph" sound, Lin Qing's hand shook, and the sharp sword immediately began to tremble.

Zhao Yun felt a huge force being transferred into his hands through the Cyan Peak Sword. His expression changed and he was forced to take a few steps back.

Zhao Yun was fighting bitterly with Lin Qing, while Qin Fu stood at the back, his eyes looking around wildly.

Suddenly, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he leaped with his feet towards a certain direction.

At this time, a graceful figure appeared in front of her. With a hint of coldness, she said, "Deacon Qin, you should stay behind for the time being. Don't make things difficult for this little girl."

"Hmph, Wen Xueqi, don't be so hypocritical. Today, I want to see just how capable you are." Seeing Wen Xueqi appear in front of him, Qin Fu's eyes darkened. He knew that if he couldn't defeat Wen Xueqi, then no matter what, he wouldn't be able to escape.

When he thought of Hua Xianggrong, who was still waiting bitterly at home, Qin Fu knew that he couldn't just sit there and wait for death.

In a flash, Qin Fu's speed was also extremely fast. The sharp sword in his hand struck out continuously, seemingly without end.

"I can only offend that little girl." Wen Xueqi's face also revealed a solemn expression. She unsheathed her sword and turned it into a ray of light as she struck out at Qin Fu.

Lin Qing and the rest were divided into three groups, fighting against Zhao Yun. Lin Qing was the one who mercilessly crushed Zhao Yun, even though Zhao Yun's strength was not weak, he could only bitterly defend against Chen Zian. He didn't seem to have any strength to fight back.

As for Qin Fu and Wen Xueqi, they were evenly matched, with neither side winning.

As for Huang Shan and the black-clothed man, they were in a life-and-death battle. Even though Huang Shan led more men, the black-clothed man's individual strength was stronger. Therefore, when the two of them exchanged blows, it could be said that they were afraid of each other.

Lin Qing then casually swung his sword and forced Zhao Yun to retreat. At this moment, he frowned when he saw that his men had yet to take down Zhao Yun.

Lin Qing didn't want to continue this entanglement, so she decided to cut down the chaotic situation as quickly as possible.

With this thought in mind, Lin Qing let out a soft hiss. She stomped her feet on the ground and her figure flashed as well, leaving behind an afterimage.

When Zhao Yun, who was struggling to resist, saw this, his expression changed and he quickly raised his sword to block before him.

In the next moment, Lin Qing's silhouette appeared in front of Zhao Yun. In a matter of moments, the sword in his hand abruptly swung out.

With a clanging sound, Zhao Yun felt a boundless force being transmitted into his body. His body could not help but fly backwards.

"Hmph."

Seeing Zhao Yun being sent flying by his own sword, Lin Qing didn't stop there. She pressed her feet on the ground and her speed reached its peak. In a few moments, she had caught up with Zhao Yun, who was still flying in the air.

With a "Peng" sound, Lin Qing's palm strike smoothly slapped Zhao Yun's chest without any obstruction.

"Ah!"

With a miserable scream, Zhao Yun's body fell to the ground with a loud thud. He tried to stand up a few times, but failed to do so.

With a "pu" sound, intense pain suddenly came from his stomach. Zhao Yun felt a sweet sensation on his throat as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

As he spat out the blood, Zhao Yun's face turned deathly pale.

Looking at Lin Qing closing in step by step, Zhao Yun ruthlessly smiled and said, "Helmsman Lin, you truly are worthy of your title." Watching Lin Qing approaching step by step, Zhao Yun ruthlessly smiled and said, "Helmsman Lin, you truly are worthy of your title.

After saying this, Zhao Yun suddenly laughed with an indescribable boldness. He suddenly grabbed the sword that had fallen to the side and slashed at his neck.

"Hehe, how could you, Zhao Yun, do as I wish in front of you? Tomorrow, I will use your life as a sacrifice. How can I let you die so easily?" Lin Qing coldly laughed and said.

After he finished speaking, his figure flashed and appeared again in front of Zhao Yun. A cold light burst out.

With a "ding" sound, the sharp sword collided with each other, emitting a metallic sound. The sword in Zhao Yun's hand was knocked aside by Lin Qing as if it couldn't withstand the impact.

Before Zhao Yun could react, Lin Qing's figure flashed and appeared right in front of him. She pointed her finger at Zhao Yun's brow.

Zhao Yun, who was struggling violently, immediately collapsed to the ground. His bright eyes seemed to have dimmed a little.

Looking at the unconscious Zhao Yun, a complex expression appeared in Lin Qing's eyes. This person was also a hero. He knew that he was no match for Zhao Yun, so he attempted to kill him. Unfortunately, he failed in front of him.

No one in this world was a simple person. As long as one had the opportunity, they would be able to achieve great things. Looking down on one person, one would eventually have to pay the price.

The current Zhao Yun could not even withstand a single blow from Lin Qing. Even if Zhao Yun was truly powerful, he would not be much weaker than Lin Qing.

After defeating Zhao Yun, Lin Qing stood to the side with a sword in her hand. Seeing that her subordinates were still unable to defeat Zhao Yun, she could not help but sigh in her heart. Compared to the Green Bamboo Gang, her subordinates were still too lacking.

However, at this moment, it was not the time to sigh with emotion. The background of the Tiger Gang was inferior to that of the Green Bamboo Gang. This phenomenon was not unexpected.

Unwilling to continue pestering her, Lin Qing's silhouette flickered, and when she reappeared, she was already behind Qin Fu.

Seemingly sensing something, Qin Fu couldn't help but turn his head back. When he saw the faintly smiling Lin Qing behind him, he felt his entire body go cold and his body tremble.

However, even in the face of such an inevitable loss, Qin Fu still fiercely resisted. After all, he still had a lingering will and a sliver of hope. Even if there was a sliver of hope, Qin Fu would still put in a hundred percent of his effort, even if it was only a failure.

As he thought about Hua Xianggrong, who was still waiting at home, Qin Fu felt his body shudder. His exhausted strength seemed to have returned to normal.

He twisted his body forcefully and let out a soft cry. The sword in his hand hacked towards Lin Qing who was behind him. The sound of wind rumbled as it whistled through the air.