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Under the cover of night, the silence of the sword mound was shattered by the gaze of Zen Chuan and Xuanchi. Their eyes seemed to be like the sword energy in their hearts, piercing through the silence of the night, making the sword mound extremely tense. A hint of unwillingness shone in Zen Chuan's eyes, while Xuanchi's eyes were deep and unfathomable like ice. In each other's eyes, they saw different thoughts churning, but at this moment, they both knew clearly that no matter what turmoil was in their hearts, the swords must be drawn.
Zen Chuan's sword was the first to break the silence of the night sky, the "Phantom Night" sword in hand flashed, and the sword energy was like a dragon, directly piercing towards Xuanchi's waist. And Xuanchi seemed to have anticipated it, his " Cold Star " sword light flickered, easily blocking Zen Chuan's sword momentum. The sword energy intertwined in the night sky, each person's swordsmanship reflecting their own nature. Zen Chuan's swordsmanship was flexible and changeable, each sword carrying a faint threat; while Xuanchi's swordsmanship was extremely calm, each sword directly aimed at vital points, not giving Zen Chuan the slightest chance to catch their breath.
The shadows of the swords danced in the night sky, their figures flickering in the flashing light of the swords. Whenever the sword lights crossed, their eyes also silently clashed. Zen Chuan felt the pride and perseverance in the swordsmanship, while Xuanchi also saw the calm and persistence in Zen Chuan's eyes.
The sword dance continued for half an hour, and the sword lights in the night sky never stopped. Zen Chuan's swordsmanship became more proficient, every move increasing the pressure on Xuanchi, who had rich combat experience and skillfully evaded every attempt by Zen Chuan to gain the upper hand.
During a clash of sword light, Zen Chuan felt the peculiar swordsmanship of Xuanchi, and suddenly realized that he didn't truly want to defeat her, but was instead showcasing the sword techniques of the Heavenly Sword Palace through his sword moves. This made Zen Chuan feel a warmth in her heart and also increased her appreciation for Xuanchi.
Zen Chuan smiled faintly, knowing that regardless of the outcome of tonight's battle, they had already formed an extraordinary bond. She sheathed her sword, took a few steps back, and looked directly at Xuanchi, teasingly saying, "It seems that the moonlight tonight is truly beautiful, even the sword dances with such dedication."
Xuanchi Sheathed the sword and calmly replied, "The sword is heartless, but people have emotions. Tonight's sword dance can be considered a worthwhile endeavor."
Xuanchi's words made Zen Chuan's heart tremble slightly, but the Xuanchi in front of them was a completely indifferent person. In this cruel world of martial arts, trust is a luxury, while cooperation is a necessity.
Xuanchi walked towards the entrance of the distant sword mound, casting a cold shadow on the dim stone wall. His steps were firm, as if nothing could stop him. Yet Zen Chuan felt unwilling in her heart. Losing the Sword Master of the Heavenly Sword Palace meant that the future path would only become more difficult. She leaped forward, the red ribbon fluttering in the Fu Ton, blocking Xuanchi: "Are you just going to leave like this?" A glimmer of hope and reluctance flashed in her eyes.
Xuanchi stopped, looking coldly at Zen Chuan, his eyes showing no emotion: "I have no grudge against you, but there's no need for us to be acquainted." His voice echoed slowly between the stone walls, like a cold iron chain, separating him and Zen Chuan in two different worlds.
Zen Chuan felt an indescribable emotion surging in her heart, she didn't understand why she would have such feelings. Was it Xuanchi's indifference that made her feel frustrated, or was it her inner mission that prevented her from letting go. She tightly held the "Phantom Night" in her hand, the blade shimmering with a cold light under the moonlight. Once again, she drew her sword, the tip cutting through the air, aiming straight at Xuanchi's throat.
Xuanchi furrowed his brow, he didn't want to have too much Zen Chuan with Zen Chuan, but her swordsmanship forced him to stand his ground. Drawing his sword, the two clashed in the darkness of the sword mound, the dazzling sword light creating brilliant flashes in the night.
The battle this time is more intense than before. Zen Chuan's swordsmanship has become more fierce, and Xuanchi no longer holds back, his sword exuding a tremendous power. They struggle in the sword light, each clash intensifying the pressure in the air. In the intertwining of the sword light, their figures seem to turn into streaks of light, filled with the passion and seriousness of the battle.
Each encounter makes them understand each other's extraordinariness more. However, there is an invisible barrier in their hearts that keeps them from getting close, and each sword move silently widens the distance in their hearts.
The battle raged on, and the sword energy tore through the silence of the night, but there was a subtle change in their hearts. There was a newfound determination in the swordsmanship of Zen Chuan, while the swordsmanship of Xuanchi seemed to carry a contradictory tremor. Amidst the flashing of swords, they sought to understand each other, only to find that the walls in their hearts seemed to grow higher.
In the midst of a rolling confrontation, Zen Chuan suddenly sheathed his sword and stood firm, looking at Xuanchi with determination. "You can choose not to trust me, or you can continue to fight me, but our enemy is the same. If we don't cooperate, we will only let them succeed."
Xuanchi also stopped his swordsmanship and looked deeply at Zen Chuan. For the first time, a brief hesitation appeared in his unfathomable eyes. He fell silent for a moment, then slowly sheathed his sword and said coldly, "It's just temporary cooperation. Once the job is done, we go our separate ways."
Upon hearing Xuanchi's response, Zen Chuan felt a stir in her heart. Although his tone remained indifferent, there was a hint of potential cooperation in his words. Her eyes flickered slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth as she said, "As long as we can stop those conspiracies, temporary cooperation is fine by me."
Xuanchi's eyes were deep, as if he wanted to see something clearly from Zen Chuan's eyes. But in the end, he just turned away coldly, gazing into the vast night ahead, and said lightly, "Before we set off, I hope you can tell me everything you know. Otherwise, there's no point in discussing this cooperation."
Zen Chuan knew that in order to cooperate with Xuanchi, she had to gain his trust, even if it was just a little bit. She took a deep breath and decided to reveal everything she knew without reservation. Her tone was calm as she slowly told Xuanchi about the changes in the martial arts world and the current situation of the demonic sect.
Xuanchi Quietly listening, his brows furrowed, clearly he was truly listening and attaching great importance to these messages. When Zen Chuan finished speaking, his expression softened slightly, seemingly satisfied with Zen Chuan's honesty. He nodded, and some of the frost on his face seemed to melt away: "Alright, as you said, we'll cooperate for now. But I warn you, if there's any concealment or betrayal, I will not hesitate to kill you."
Zen Chuan looked at Xuanchi's stern face, knowing he wasn't joking. A determined light flashed in her eyes, and she smiled slightly, replying, "Likewise, I won't let anyone betray or harm my companions."
Xuanchi and Zen Chuan gaze intertwines in the air, and in each other's hearts, it is clear that this collaboration is built on a common purpose and mutual vigilance. They need each other, but are also prepared to face possible betrayal and danger at any moment. However, at least for now, they are willing to set aside their swords and temporarily cooperate to face the potential storms ahead.
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