After Rebirth, She Becomes the Revenge Queen-Chapter 520 - 346 I am an old friend of Mr. (seeking monthly ticket)_3

As the carriage hit the ground, Fu Zhen almost simultaneously leaped out from inside the carriage.

She brushed off the guards who came forward to help her, dragging her injured leg to stand on the ground!

Right behind the carriage, two hawk-eyed men holding soft swords appeared, dressed in black with their faces covered in black cloth, as if ghosts!

And on the back of the carriage she had just been riding in, two flying daggers were now stuck in the position she previously sat! The blades were completely embedded in the wood!

"Where did these thieves come from? Daring to plot against our Young Madam right under our noses!"

The guards angrily shouted, advancing with their knives!

But the two remained composed under pressure; one came forward to accept the challenge, while the other stared straight at Fu Zhen. Suddenly, he leaped several times, closing in on Fu Zhen in the blink of an eye!

Fu Zhen at this moment naturally realized these two were the ones they were tracking, and understood what they wanted to do!

So when this person rushed at her, she was already prepared with her sword!

The black-clad man’s skills were not weak, and though Fu Zhen was experienced in handling foes, this body had not entirely mastered Liang Ning’s skills, making her somewhat inferior by comparison!

However, with two guards beside her, there was no reason for defeat!

After fighting three against one for about twenty moves, the opponent’s attacks began to falter, and Fu Zhen pressed on, unleashing a killer move that forced him back over ten steps!

"Capture him!"

She gritted her teeth and shouted harshly, thrusting her long sword forward, aiming straight below his collarbone!

This sword gleamed with cold light, on the verge of piercing through his chest, yet the eyes of the black-clad man suddenly narrowed slightly, and even though his face was covered with a cloth, one could clearly feel the smug grin beneath!

Fu Zhen secretly thought something was amiss, wanting to pull back halfway through, only to see that the black-clad man suddenly pulled out a cylinder from his waist, aiming it at her chest!

Fu Zhen charged in with such speed and force that she was within arm’s length of the black-clad man in an instant!

As soon as that cylinder came out, she immediately recognized it as the sleeve crossbow she had seen before on the bodyguard around Xu Yin!

The very lethal hidden weapon that had caused Zhe Yu to repeatedly brush with death!

The sleeve crossbow aimed at her from such close range, there was no possibility of missing!

But it was too late; with such speed and force, how could she possibly halt completely and retreat unscathed?!

"Young Madam!"

The guard behind her was so shocked his voice tore!

With this exclamation, they too leaped forward, but even Fu Zhen herself was too late, how could they be any faster?

Fu Zhen feared she was about to be hit!

But just as she spun to evade with all her might, she heard a cry of pain from nearby, followed by the rattling sound of an object falling to the ground!

Before she could react, there was another dull "thud" sound...

She suddenly turned her head to look, only to see the black-clad man who was just smug about his successful plot already lying on the ground, a long sword piercing from his back through the shoulder blade all the way to his collarbone!

The sleeve crossbow in his hand had yet to fire and had already rolled to the ground!

And standing behind him was a tall, cold-faced man, holding the very long sword that pierced the black-clad man’s collarbone!

Fu Zhen looked at the man in surprise, seeing him dressed in ordinary robes, wearing a bamboo hat, and the lower half of his face not covered by the hat had short whiskers, his chiseled chin exuding a determined aura.

"Thank you, mighty hero, for your rescue!"

The guards quickly came forward to express their gratitude.

It was only then that Fu Zhen noticed that the other black-clad man had also been captured, one of his arms dislocated, and the long swords of the two guards were dripping with blood.

His chest and abdomen had also been pierced by a sword, and that sword belonged to another lean man in ordinary robes, his back facing Fu Zhen.

Fu Zhen’s heart pounded in her chest, she turned her gaze back to the man with the bamboo hat and stood up, saying, "Thank you, hero, for your help. May I know your honorable name?"

The man quickly withdrew the long sword still lodged in the black-clad man’s collarbone, a coarse voice came from beneath the hat:

"Are you Ning Pochi’s granddaughter?"

Fu Zhen was dumbfounded: "I am. You are—"

The man removed the bamboo hat, revealing a rugged and stern face that matched his entire aura:

"I am an old acquaintance of Mr. Ning."