Li Lianhua gave a soft sigh, his hand giving the Qinghan Sword a slight spin. Though the sword remained in its scabbard, his figure already swept out like drifting clouds. Tiptoeing lightly, his green robes fluttering, he moved so fast he seemed like a green leaf closing in upon the Imperial City Bureau guards who had pounced forward in a flash.
Li Lianhua tapped lightly with his scabbard, landing on the shoulder-well pressure points of those men with the gentleness of a dragonfly skimming the water's surface. Their figures stiffened. Before they could even react, they felt a soft, gentle internal energy penetrate their meridians along the scabbard, and like kites with broken strings, they heavily crashed down to the ground, unable to ever get back up.
Without stopping, Li Lianhua's steps were seemingly slow yet actually swift, as if walking upon lotus flowers. With a slight turn of his wrist, his scabbard traced an arc in the air, precisely deflecting the sword edges of several other men who lunged toward him. The blades clashed against Li Lianhua's scabbard, producing a crisp, ringing sound.
Chapter 195