King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 664 213: Beggar Gang Secretly Aids Gan Bandits, Lu Family Martial Arts Hall in Peril

She reacted swiftly, drawing her sword in an instant. A flash of cold light streaked past, like a meteor cutting through the night sky.

She performed the "Qingfeng Swordsmanship," her sword momentum agile and graceful, sword flowers dancing like the light willow catkins of spring, or the gentle streams of a mountain brook, enveloping herself in the phantasm of swords. As she wielded the long sword, she even managed to make a playful face at Gan Jinliang. Her mischievous demeanor seemed out of place in the tense atmosphere, yet it was irresistibly amusing.

The two engaged in a fierce exchange, battling fiercely.

The cold wind of the night howled, sending leaves and dust swirling through the air, adding a sense of bleak murder to this intense combat.

Gan Jinliang's "Blood Evil Hand" technique was vicious, with each strike creating a whistling wind, aiming to put Yang Xue'Er to death. Meanwhile, Yang Xue'Er's "Qingfeng Swordsmanship" excelled in its agility and grace, deftly dodging Gan Jinliang's attacks and occasionally counterattacking, catching Gan Jinliang off guard.

After a while, Yang Xue'Er pondered inwardly. Although Gan Jinliang was not adept in martial arts, he had many men. If this continued, she might not be able to escape. With this thought, her eyes rolled slightly as she devised a plan.

Seizing an opening from Gan Jinliang, she feigned a sword attack, then lightly tapped the ground with her toes, leaping into the air like a nimble swallow, and swiftly sped away.

Gan Jinliang saw this and wanted to chase after her, but due to his corpulent figure and sluggish movements, he could only watch helplessly as Yang Xue'Er's silhouette disappeared into the darkness of the cold night, leaving him ranting and raving on the spot.

Not far from the casino, Yang Xue'Er landed gracefully like a drifting willow catkin. As soon as she touched down, her lively eyes widened, her face, previously pale from tension and flight, suddenly radiated a dazzling brilliance.

Before her, that familiar figure stood like a warm light, striking straight into her heart.

She couldn't help but feel an overwhelming joy, her feet seemingly out of control as she rushed towards that person like a fledgling swallow to the forest. In a leap, she threw her arms tightly around his neck, her voice filled with uncontrollable excitement and surprise, shouting loudly, "Brother Shi, is it really you! What are you doing here? I missed you so much!"

Her cheeks flushed with excitement, her eyes shimmering with a brilliant light, like the brightest star in the night sky.

After exclaiming, she slightly lowered her head, her gaze eagerly falling on the Celestial Frost Blade at Shi Feiyang's waist.

Upon seeing that precious blade securely fastened at Shi Feiyang's waist, Yang Xue'Er was overwhelmed with even more excitement, her inner joy surging like a flood breaking through a dam.

After all, this precious blade was a gift from her mother Su Yao to Shi Feiyang, bearing the deep bond between her and Shi Feiyang as their love token, witnessing their love.

At this moment, seeing the Celestial Frost Blade intact was like witnessing the rock-solid bond between them.

Her lips unconsciously curved into an extraordinarily radiant smile.

Shi Xiong, standing behind Shi Feiyang, witnessed the scene, and could not help but smile, his eyes full of mirth. He quietly turned his face away, giving the long-separated lovers some space.

Then, Shi Feiyang gently took Yang Xue'Er's hand, and the two walked side by side towards the "Morning Star" inn.

Along the way, Yang Xue'Er stayed close to Shi Feiyang, as if fearing he might suddenly vanish.

Returning to the inn, entering the room, Yang Xue'Er pulled Shi Feiyang to sit at the edge of the bed, her gaze firmly fixed on him, unwilling to look away for even a moment, and softly said, "Brother Shi, ever since you left Liaodong, I've been thinking about you day and night, thinking while eating, thinking while sleeping. Countless times, I've met you in my dreams, only to wake and find it was all in vain. Now that I've really seen you, it feels like I'm dreaming."

Her voice was gentle and full of affection, tinged with deep longing.