When the person was in the air, blood suddenly poured out of his chest and sprayed all over the ground.

Such powerful internal strength, such amazing speed, but with just one palm, their boss was knocked away.

The robber, who had his sword cut off, was about to attack him. When he saw this, he quickly put away his sword and ran away.

However, before he even took this step, his back seemed to be touched by something, and he suddenly felt heartbreaking pain, and his whole body twitched and fell to the ground.

Ling Mulao didn't even look at the man. He turned to one side and dodged the long sword swung from behind. He leaned back and quickly grabbed it with his five fingers.

As fast as a thunderbolt, before the man could see the movement clearly, he felt a chill in his chest. At a subconscious glance, he saw five finger prints left behind.

What kind of martial arts could almost kill him in one move? If she hadn't deliberately stopped her hand, her fingers would have passed through her chest.

Upon seeing this, several other rough men looked at each other and without saying a word, they drew their swords in unison.

The sword aura is ferocious and murderous.

Amidst the light of swords and shadows, Ling Mulao was unarmed, but his clothes were fluttering and his figure was ghostly.

Seeing that the sword was about to pierce the chest, the next second his figure flashed and fell behind several people; seeing the sword energy slashing down from the air, his feet flew up in the air in an instant.

The five-finger lightning seemed to strike at random, and large holes were ripped out of the chests and skirts of several people, leaving five finger prints.

The bandit's head had its tendons severed by the first palm, and luckily his blood had been sealed. When he looked up again, he found that none of his men were dead, but they were even more miserable than they were.

This woman...

Every move was calculated very accurately. If he hadn't been merciful, everyone would have been killed in one move.

"Walk!"

With a loud shout, the robber raised his head and the man whose spine was tapped by Ling Mulao jumped up and flew up.

When the other robbers heard this, they were already afraid of Ling Mulao's strange moves, and they immediately turned around and fled in a hurry.

"waste!"

With a cold snort, Ling Mulao waved her long sleeve and landed lightly on the ground.

Ever since she started practicing her internal strength, her hands were itchy and she wanted to find someone to try her skills on, but today this group of people must be too weak.

"Princess, are you okay?"

Looking back, Ling Mulao looked at the pale Princess Fengrong and asked calmly.

"No, no~it's okay~!"

Shaking her head desperately, Princess Fengrong stuttered in reply.

As expected, she is Xuanyuan Moxie's woman. Her martial arts skills are probably even more powerful than those of David's masters in the palace. Fortunately, she found someone to act deliberately today. If it was known that it was her who did it, the consequences would be...

With a frown, Princess Fengrong didn't dare to think about it anymore: "Fortunately you know martial arts, otherwise if something happened to you, I would be very sad."

With a sneer between his brows, Ling Mulao did not expose Princess Fengrong's hypocrisy, but just smiled lightly: "Fortunately, the princess took me out to play today, otherwise I would definitely be bored staying in Yongyi Mansion."

"To thank you for saving my life, I'll treat you to a drink at the restaurant now!"

Looking away guiltily, Princess Fengrong secretly glanced at the maid in blue, turned around and got into the carriage.

The guard who had been knocked to the ground and had been pretending to be faint saw this and slowly got up. He cast a complicated look at Ling Mulao with makeup on his face.

The emperor wanted to marry the princess to Xuanyuan Moye, but he was afraid that if he did get married, his life in the future would not be easy. When he was in the air, blood suddenly poured out of his chest and sprayed all over the ground.

Such powerful internal strength, such amazing speed, but with just one palm, their boss was knocked away.

The robber, who had his sword cut off, was about to attack him. When he saw this, he quickly put away his sword and ran away.

However, before he even took this step, his back seemed to be touched by something, and he suddenly felt heartbreaking pain, and his whole body twitched and fell to the ground.

Ling Mulao didn't even look at the man. He turned to one side and dodged the long sword swung from behind. He leaned back and quickly grabbed it with his five fingers.

As fast as a thunderbolt, before the man could see the movement clearly, he felt a chill in his chest. At a subconscious glance, he saw five finger prints left behind.

What kind of martial arts could almost kill him in one move? If she hadn't deliberately stopped her hand, her fingers would have passed through her chest.

Upon seeing this, several other rough men looked at each other and without saying a word, they drew their swords in unison.

The sword aura is ferocious and murderous.

Amidst the light of swords and shadows, Ling Mulao was unarmed, but his clothes were fluttering and his figure was ghostly.

Seeing that the sword was about to pierce the chest, the next second his figure flashed and fell behind several people; seeing the sword energy slashing down from the air, his feet flew up in the air in an instant.

The five-finger lightning seemed to strike at random, and large holes were ripped out of the chests and skirts of several people, leaving five finger prints.

The bandit's head had its tendons severed by the first palm, and luckily his blood had been sealed. When he looked up again, he found that none of his men were dead, but they were even more miserable than they were.

This woman...

Every move was calculated very accurately. If he hadn't been merciful, everyone would have been killed in one move.

"Walk!"

With a loud shout, the robber raised his head and the man whose spine was tapped by Ling Mulao jumped up and flew up.

When the other robbers heard this, they were already afraid of Ling Mulao's strange moves, and they immediately turned around and fled in a hurry.

"waste!"

With a cold snort, Ling Mulao waved her long sleeve and landed lightly on the ground.

Ever since she started practicing her internal strength, her hands were itchy and she wanted to find someone to try her skills on, but today this group of people must be too weak.

"Princess, are you okay?"

Looking back, Ling Mulao looked at the pale Princess Fengrong and asked calmly.

"No, no~it's okay~!"

Shaking her head desperately, Princess Fengrong stuttered in reply.

As expected, she is Xuanyuan Moxie's woman. Her martial arts skills are probably even more powerful than those of David's masters in the palace. Fortunately, she found someone to act deliberately today. If it was known that it was her who did it, the consequences would be...

With a frown, Princess Fengrong didn't dare to think about it anymore: "Fortunately you know martial arts, otherwise if something happened to you, I would be very sad."

With a sneer between his brows, Ling Mulao did not expose Princess Fengrong's hypocrisy, but just smiled lightly: "Fortunately, the princess took me out to play today, otherwise I would definitely be bored staying in Yongyi Mansion."

"To thank you for saving my life, I'll treat you to a drink at the restaurant now!"

Looking away guiltily, Princess Fengrong secretly glanced at the maid in blue, turned around and got into the carriage.

The guard who had been knocked to the ground and had been pretending to be faint saw this and slowly got up. He cast a complicated look at Ling Mulao with makeup on his face.
Chapter completed!