Coming at a Bad Time... (2)

The two guards were both women. In Lu Feng's opinion, they should be the accompanying concubines who helped carry the spears day and night, and their combat strength was average.

When Lu Feng was still 100 meters away, he slightly lifted his green cloak, revealing the flying knives and flying needles hanging on his waist. He took out two flying needles and moved his fingers slightly. Then…

Swish! Swish!

In the forest under the moonlight, there were two faint sounds of rushing wind. The noise was so quiet that even the most careful person might not be able to detect it.

But just as the flying needles passed through the dense bushes, the sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed sounded in the night.

Clang!

Luo Ning raised her wrist slightly and unsheathed her three-foot-long soft sword. It drew a silver arc in the air and swept away the silver needles.

Ding! Ding!