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The morning light brought a touch of freshness to the quiet little village. However, as time passed, a tense atmosphere gradually pervaded the air. The villagers wore worried expressions, fearing the return of the terrifying figure in black, turning their peaceful village into a place of fear.
In the glow of dawn, Lin'er and Qingyang hastily ate a simple breakfast at the inn, determined to continue gathering information about Ghost Shadow in the village. As they stepped out of the inn's wooden door, they suddenly felt a strong sense of danger. In an instant, their figures recoiled as a group of people in black surged towards them from all directions. Within the misty black shadows, their eyes revealed coldness and murderous intent.
"Perfect timing!" Qingyang flashed a cold light in his eyes, tightly gripping the long sword in his hand, standing closely with Lin'er to prepare for the attack from the black-clothed figures.
The leader among the black-clothed figures was a woman in purple, who coldly stared at Lin'er and Qingyang, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. She raised her hand and the black-clothed figures pounced on them like wolves. One of them shouted, "Get them, take them down!"
The battle ignited in an instant. Qingyang's swordsmanship was exquisite and unparalleled, each strike carrying the force of a raging wind, driving back the approaching figures in black. Meanwhile, Lin'er's short sword was exceptionally agile, her figure elusive as the sword in her hand moved like a wandering dragon, weaving through the group of black-clad assailants, each strike aimed directly at vital points.
The relentless onslaught of the black-clad assailants surged like a tidal wave, each wave of attacks pressing Qingyang and Lin'er with an unprecedented sense of oppression. Within the encirclement of the black-clad assailants, the woman in purple attire seemed like a ghost in the night, coldly staring at them. Every one of her attacks made Qingyang and Lin'er feel the breath of the Grim Reaper.
Qingyang flashed his figure, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, cutting down the three black-clothed men who came forward, but more black-clothed men surged up. At this moment, Lin'er raised his sword and split open an attack from a black-clothed man. The gleam of the short sword shone in the sunlight, as if every strike was meant to shatter the darkness.
The woman in purple watched the two's resistance, a hint of a cold smile at the corner of her mouth. Her figure moved suddenly, fiercely attacking Qingyang. Qingyang instantly felt a strong pressure, but his sword remained firm, the sword energy rampant, each strike filled with majesty and fierceness.
The woman in purple moved as fast as lightning, her attacks fierce and accurate. Although Qingyang's swordsmanship was exceptional, he still felt the pressure mounting. Lin'er also struggled, as the number of dark-clothed figures was overwhelming, like an endless horde of demons. As the battle reached a fever pitch, every move by Qingyang and Lin'er had to be cautious to avoid being exploited by the woman in purple. In the midst of the intense clashes, Qingyang finally found an opportunity. His sword flashed, aiming directly at the woman in purple's vital point. Startled, she hastily retreated, but Qingyang's sword had already left a shallow bloodstain on her cheek.
At this moment, Lin'er also broke through the black-clothed man's attack. Her short sword danced like an elegant dancer, filled with the rhythm of life. She leaped into the air and, together with Qingyang, launched a joint attack on the woman in purple. Their sword and blade moved like celestial music, making the woman in purple feel an unprecedented pressure.
Faced with the two-pronged attack, the woman in purple finally felt fear, and her attack became tense and chaotic. Finally, under the successive attacks of Qingyang and Lin'er, she was knocked down. Her eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness, but she was powerless to resist, only able to watch the firm swords and blades held by Qingyang and Lin'er, and the light of justice in their eyes.
Qingyang suddenly pointed a sword at the throat of the woman in purple: "Tell me, where is Ghost Shadow? What does he want?"
"Who are you? Why are you attacking us?" Qingyang asked coldly.
The woman in purple gritted her teeth and remained silent. Lin'er exchanged a glance with Qingyang, knowing that the other party would not easily reveal any information.
" Shadow Sect, what is your purpose?" Qingyang tightly gripped the hilt of her sword, her gaze coldly fixed on the woman in purple. The cold smile at the corner of the woman's mouth became more apparent, but she did not speak a word.
Lin'er lightly furrowed her brows, knowing that the other party wouldn't easily reveal anything, but she also didn't want to let them go. She quietly tugged on Qingyang's sleeve, signaling him to be careful.
The woman in purple suddenly chuckled, her figure suddenly becoming elusive, as if she was about to escape. Qingyang and Lin'er immediately reacted, but the woman in purple was just too fast. They chased after her for a few steps, only to watch her disappear into the distant woods.
"Damn it!" Qingyang clenched his fists, clearly frustrated at missing the opportunity to obtain information.
Lin'er gently patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Don't blame yourself too much. At least now we know that their purpose is very clear, and their influence is very powerful. We need to be more careful."
Qingyang nodded, he knew Lin'er was right. They couldn't let themselves be drawn into greater danger because of a momentary impulse. He glanced at the villagers around them, all of whom seemed frightened by the sudden outbreak of fighting.
"We should leave here to avoid implicating the innocent," Lin'er said, a determined glint in her eyes.
Qingyang nodded in agreement.
Lin'er and Qingyang's decision was quickly put into action. They packed their simple belongings and prepared to leave the small village where they had briefly stayed. The villagers gathered at the village entrance, and although they didn't say much, the gratitude and regret in their eyes were clearly felt by Qingyang and Lin'er.
The village chief is an elderly and kind old man. He walked up to Qingyang and Lin'er and, although his language was simple, it was full of sincerity and gratitude: "Young heroes, young lady, the kindness you have shown will never be forgotten by the people in our village. Although we are poor here, please accept this humble gift as a small token of appreciation for your help."
Saying this, the village chief handed over a simple package. Qingyang wanted to decline, but seeing the hopeful eyes of the village chief and the villagers, they had no choice but to accept it.
Lin'er Smiling, she knew that the gratitude was not just because they had repelled the men in black, but also because they had given the villagers a belief and hope to bravely face difficulties.
She gently said, "Actually, we should thank you. It's because of you that we have become more determined to protect this land. I hope that in the days to come, your lives will get better and better."
The village chief nodded with emotion, and the villagers also expressed their thanks one after another, simple yet sincere.
Qingyang looked at Lin'er and suddenly felt that, despite the great danger of these days, whenever he saw innocent people gaining a little peace because of their efforts, all the sacrifices became worthwhile.
He said, "We will continue to move forward and rescue more innocent people from the shadow of evil forces. This is our belief and our responsibility."
Lin'er nodded, acknowledging that the road ahead is difficult, but as long as they hold justice in their hearts, they will always see the dawn of hope.
"They waved goodbye to the villagers, shouldered their bags, and embarked on a new journey. The villagers stood in place for a long time, watching them until their figures disappeared into the distant horizon.
The village chief sighed, 'What a pair of righteous and chivalrous individuals. May all lovers in the world eventually be united.'"
With their departure, the small village returned to its former tranquility, but the gratitude and admiration in the hearts of the villagers, like a long flowing river, will never cease.
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