Ветер и дым

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Tang Congrong's expression changed slightly.

The sword sliced open his inner garment, staining the opening crimson with blood, and the night wind kept blowing into his body. In this kind of weather, even an ordinary person would find it difficult to ward off the chill by wearing only an inner garment, let alone someone like him with deep-seated coldness. He could almost feel the wind gradually taking away the heat from his body, and his bones and limbs became stiff.

Standing barefoot on the roof tiles, the cold air seeped into my body from the soles of my feet.

If this stalemate continues, he will freeze to death first.

With a slight push of his feet, he floated up and soared away.

If he hadn't moved, the men in black wouldn't have dared to either. But the moment he moved, they were overjoyed. "That sword wounded him! Quick, after him!"

Normally, Tang Congrong could easily leave them far behind. However, at this moment, the cold air invaded his body, and his wrists and hands ached slightly. The more he tried to gather his qi, the more intense the cold air surged. The cold air that Yang Luoxue had forcibly forced into his palms seemed to be about to break free and return to his body.

He can't escape anymore.

If we continue to flee, the chill will spread everywhere, and we will only face death.

He stopped on a rooftop and slowly turned around.

Her long hair flowed freely, her torn clothes billowed in the wind, and her gentle face was framed by eyes that shone with tears. Even though the men in black were determined to take her life, they couldn't help but think at this moment that a man could be so beautiful.

Tang Congrong held the Cloud Silk Barrier in her left hand, while a flurry of Flower Rain Needles appeared in her right. She plunged the needles into the tattoo on her left hand—even if her numb hands couldn't control the fatal spot, the mother snake's blood would be enough to eliminate these people—

The man in black didn't see his movements under the umbrella. He swung his sword and charged forward. A blast of cold air hit them in the face. Everyone knew that Tang Clan's hidden weapons were extremely powerful. The three leaders quickly protected themselves, but the people around them fell down silently without even a cry.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

The three of them were taken aback.

Tang Congrong was even more shocked than them. He had lost feeling in his hands. He knew that his skills had been weakened, but he did not know that they had been weakened to this extent! The cold air he had been exposed to tonight had further affected his internal energy. This "Flower Rain Needle" had no power at all. If it were not for the mother snake's blood, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

However, there were still three people in front of him.

These three are quite skilled.

He stood motionless, intending to use his previous attack to intimidate the three men before devising another plan.

The three were shocked for a moment, but then a death wish was born in their hearts. "Damn it—we'll get the Cloud Barrier back even if we die!" The three swords formed a sword formation, which covered Tang Congrong like a net.

Tang Congrong neither dodged nor evaded, but spun around, holding the Cloud Net, and disappeared into the sword net.

Each slash of sword light landed on the thin umbrella surface like raindrops falling on water, silently.

Tang Congrong's beautiful fingertips brushed across the umbrella's surface, revealing a cloud-like canopy that did not disappoint him.

The three men seemed stunned, staring at him like clay figures.

They were all too aware of the wondrous power of the Cloud Barrier; what they were looking at was the person before them.

Tang Congrong's torn inner garment billowed in the wind, and the front of it loosened slightly as she bent down and spun into the sword net, revealing a glimpse of her chest.

"You, you..." A man in black stared wide-eyed in disbelief, "You, you are actually..."

Tang Congrong suddenly caught the strange gazes of the three men. Looking down at his front, he felt a jolt of fear. He quickly covered himself with a cloud-like barrier, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He had been ambushed, injured, and pursued by the men in black, but he had never intended to kill them. However, at this moment he knew that these people absolutely could not be allowed to live.

They had stumbled upon the greatest secret of his life.

Tang Qiefang caught up with them at this moment.

High on the rooftop, under the faint starlight, Tang Congrong, dressed in a single garment, held a cloud-patterned barrier, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

The murderous intent seemed so out of place on this usually gentle young man. Tang Qiefang felt a sharp pang—returning to the inn, she found the room littered with signs of a struggle. What kind of treatment had Tang Congrong received?!

Tang Congrong flicked a Flower Rain Needle, silencing the man. In the blink of an eye, Tang Qiefang was already nearby. "Who goes there?"

His shout was filled with murderous intent, his pupils contracting into strange slits, like a cat or a snake. The wind ruffled his long hair and the hem of his robes, and his magnificent jeweled crown shone brightly under the starlight. He was clearly a noble young man, but to the three men in black, he was no different from a demon from hell. One of them even showed fear in his eyes and involuntarily wanted to retreat.

Why is a lord of the Tang Clan more terrifying than the clan head?

"Qiefang," Tang Congrong's voice came through, as cold as ice, "Bone-dissolving powder."

Bone-dissolving powder was once forbidden by Tang Congrong. Compared to having one's throat cut, poisoning is obviously much more merciful; as long as there is an antidote, there is a chance of survival. However, bone-dissolving powder is a poison more ruthless than swords and knives; it dissolves anything it touches, and even a great immortal cannot save a pile of ashes.

Therefore, Tang Qiefang only used the bone-dissolving powder to dissolve things and vent her anger; she never used it on people. Upon hearing this, his pupils contracted even more sharply, flashing with an astonishing light under the starlight. He gathered his energy and swept over the three people's heads.

Chapter Forty

Such a look was enough to kill, and the three instinctively avoided it, fleeing in three different directions.

Two of them fled halfway when they suddenly screamed and fell to the ground, turning into a pile of ashes moments later.

The other, hearing the scream, was terrified and fled for his life. Tang Congrong exclaimed in surprise, "There's one more!"

"Don't worry, I left that there on purpose." Tang Qiefang leaped after him, saying, "You always have to leave someone alive—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Tang Congrong rushed over even faster than him, picking up a sword in his hand.

Is there anyone in the world who can surpass Tang Congrong's lightness skill? The man glanced back and turned to meet the attack.

"They actually hurt you?" Tang Qiefang was shocked when she saw Tang Congrong's wound. "Congrong, stop! It's too easy for them to die!"

Tang Congrong ignored him, his sword strikes growing ever faster. His swordsmanship was only average; he was no match for the man in black. The man in black said, "Well, well done, Tang Clan head. So you're a—"

"Shut up!" Tang Congrong shrieked, charging towards the man in black, sword and all. His sword was to pierce the man's chest, but he would first lose an arm in the process. Tang Qiefang was terrified. Her inner energy billowed through her clothes and long hair, and a wisp of pale red smoke rose from her body. "Congrong, step back!"