Just as Song Qingshu was at a loss over what to do, Li Qingluo suddenly moved in his arms. She raised a hand, and with a sweep of her sleeve, Mu Wanqing felt her wrist go numb. She could no longer hold the short sword in her hand, and it fell to the ground with a clang.
This must be the Xiaoyao School's legendary Cold Sleeve Brushing Acupoints. Song Qingshu nodded to himself. The move truly was exquisite. Of course, Li Qingluo was severely injured and had no strength left, so this technique would not actually harm Mu Wanqing. That was why he could remain so relaxed.
Mu Wanqing froze completely. She had always thought the other woman was merely a pampered noblewoman. Who would have imagined that she possessed such formidable martial arts?
Had she known beforehand, how could she have overestimated herself and repeatedly gone to Mantuo Mountain Villa to assassinate her?
"You are no match for me. You should let Qin Hongmian come herself." Li Qingluo forcibly gathered her true qi, and she was clearly suffering as well. Another trace of blood seeped from the corner of her lips.
"Qin Hongmian has martial arts as formidable as yours?" Song Qingshu was dumbfounded. He suddenly felt that Duan Zhengchun was truly something else. Every beauty he had seduced was not only breathtakingly beautiful, but also this fierce.
Li Qingluo shook her head slightly. "I cannot say for certain. But her nickname is Asura Blade, so her martial arts cannot be too poor."
"Huh?" Song Qingshu was utterly impressed by her reasoning. So the mighty White Lotus Holy Mother judged an opponent's strength by her nickname.
"Song Lang, are you helping me or helping her?" Mu Wanqing finally came to her senses. She realized she still had her lover