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Xiaoxaio and Wuyin stepped out of the threshold of chaotic space and returned to the world of martial arts. At this moment, they not only have the power from deep memories, but also the support from each other's unwavering faith. However, the world's turmoil will not subside because of their return. On the contrary, more entanglements and challenges are quietly approaching.
Qingfeng, a descendant of the royal family, has always hoped to win over Xiaoxaio to strengthen his own power. In his eyes, Xiaoxaio's existence is not only a symbol of power, but also a symbol of his pride. So, upon learning of Xiaoxaio's return, he immediately set out to meet Xiaoxaio.
At the same time, Bai Lu, a bounty hunter, is also searching for Xiaoxaio. He has an extremely dangerous mission, and he knows that only Xiaoxaio can help him. So, he finally learns about Xiaoxaio's whereabouts through the rumors in the martial arts world.
Zi Yun, an assassin from a mysterious organization, has an unusual affection for Xiaoxaio. His heart is always concerned about Xiaoxaio's safety. Sensing that many people with unknown intentions are approaching Xiaoxaio, he feels a sense of danger and decides to hide in the shadows to protect her safety.
As the sky began to brighten, in a tranquil valley, Xiaoxaio and Wuyin were leisurely walking. Suddenly, the urgent sound of horse hooves came from ahead, and in an instant, Qingfeng appeared. His pride and sternness seemed to freeze the air in the valley upon his arrival. He looked at Xiaoxaio with unwavering determination and persistence.
"Xiaoxaio, come back to the palace with me. I will give you the highest position and the strongest power," Qingfeng said, full of possessiveness towards Xiaoxaio.
Xiaoxaio smiled faintly, knowing Qingfeng's intentions, but her heart was no longer entangled in these trivial gains and losses.
" Qingfeng, we are no longer the royalty in your words. Our path is to seek the Nine Lives Stone and unravel the mystery of life," Xiaoxaio spoke calmly and resolutely.
Qingfeng's face immediately turned dark, and his sword intent fluctuated with his emotions. He knew that in order to win over Xiaoxaio, he had to demonstrate his strength.
So, he drew his sword, and with a flash of light, the entire valley seemed to be enveloped by his sword intent.
Xiaoxaio helplessly drew her sword and prepared to fight.
In the valley, the swords shimmered, and each sword energy seemed to split the heavens and the earth. Qingfeng's swordsmanship was sharp, each strike carrying his pride and persistence. Meanwhile, Xiaoxaio's swordsmanship was calm and indifferent, with each strike representing her perseverance in seeking the mysteries of life.
In the sword light of Qingfeng, Xiaoxaio seemed to become increasingly lonely. Every challenge of the sword, every tear of the blade, stirred ripples in Wuyin's heart. In Wuyin's eyes, besides wariness and distance towards Qingfeng, there was more deep concern and reluctance towards Xiaoxaio. He knew that Qingfeng was filled with possessiveness towards Xiaoxaio, and his sword carried deep stubbornness and ambition.
Wuyin tightly gripped the "Phantom Fan," his heart filled with complexity. He deeply understood Xiaoxaio's strength and independence, and knew she never wanted anyone to bear her hardships. However, watching the intertwining sword moves between Xiaoxaio and Qingfeng, watching Xiaoxaio's white dress fluttering in the sword aura, his heart couldn't help but share the hardships and pain that shouldn't belong to her.
So, Wuyin leaped up and swung the "Night Shadow" of the Phantom Fan, creating a series of dark wind shadows that blocked Qingfeng's sword energy to the side. His eyes were filled with a warning to Qingfeng and a deep concern for Xiaoxaio.
" Qingfeng, today's matter is not something you can handle," Wuyin's voice was cold, every word carrying unquestionable determination.
Qingfeng glared angrily at Wuyin, his swordsmanship becoming even more sharp. He knew that the power of Wuyin was not something he could underestimate. But in his heart, there was an unyielding obsession.
He swung his sword once again, the sword energy filling the air. Every trace of the sword was filled with longing and possession for Xiaoxaio. In his eyes, there was only Xiaoxaio, the woman who had already occupied his heart completely.
Wuyin and Xiaoxaio fought side by side, his fan shadow and her sword light intertwined in the sword wind of Qingfeng, creating dazzling scenes. In his heart, besides the disgust and vigilance towards Qingfeng, there was more deep love and reluctance towards Xiaoxaio.
He knew that, regardless of whether Xiaoxaio had already found an answer in her heart, he would accompany her through all the difficulties and unknowns. Because he knew that in Xiaoxaio's heart, he already had an irreplaceable position.
In the distance, among the trees, Zi Yun stood quietly. In his eyes, there was a deep concern and reluctance for Xiaoxaio. He knew that at this moment, he could not appear and solve all of Xiaoxaio's problems. He had to believe that Xiaoxaio could overcome all the difficulties.
On the other hand, Bai Lu was rushing to the valley where Xiaoxaio was. His heart was filled with hope and trust for Xiaoxaio. Only Xiaoxaio could help him complete that dangerous mission.
At this moment, it's as if time and space have frozen. In everyone's heart, there are their own hopes and struggles. And Xiaoxaio is the most important presence in their hearts. Everyone hopes to gain her recognition and companionship. However, the unpredictable nature of fate makes it impossible for anyone to predict what changes will occur in the next moment.
In Xiaoxaio's eyes, Qingfeng's swordsmanship becomes increasingly apparent. She understands that this confrontation will not end so easily. Her sword dance becomes faster and faster, and every slash and thrust paints a calm and resolute trajectory within Qingfeng's swordplay.
Wuyin stood beside Xiaoxaio, his "Phantom Fan" "Night Shadow" dancing more urgently, each flap blocking Qingfeng's almost frenzied sword energy for Xiaoxaio. His eyes were filled with protective love and concern for Xiaoxaio.
" Qingfeng, let Xiaoxaio go. She won't go back to the palace with you," Wuyin's voice carried a sense of helplessness and sadness.
Qingfeng remains unmoved, his sword intent even sharper, his eyes filled only with Xiaoxaio, with the eternal regret and longing in his heart.
His sword once again strikes at Xiaoxaio, but this time, Wuyin tightly embraces Xiaoxaio, his Phantom Fan "Night Shadow" dancing out dark shadows, absorbing all of Qingfeng's sword energy.
In his eyes, there was a firm determination and a deep warning to Qingfeng.
" Qingfeng, you cannot force Xiaoxaio's heart. It is no longer in the palace, nor under your sword," Wuyin's words pierced Qingfeng's heart with every single word.
Qingfeng He took a few steps back abruptly, his sword tightly gripped in his hand, his eyes filled with anger and helplessness.
In this secluded valley, far from the hustle and bustle, the scenery of nature resembled a tranquil and mysterious painting. The lingering glow of the sunset shone on the treetops, and the gentle light swayed with the wind through the leaves, painting the valley into a golden dreamland.
Zi Yun stood in the distant woods, his gaze piercing through the dense leaves, focusing on the scene in the valley. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if containing too many stories. He saw the battle before him, and his heart seemed to be cut into pieces by the cold sword aura.
Xiaoxaio and Wuyin fought fiercely in the valley, their moves unique but seamlessly coordinated. Each move carried the risk of life and death, yet their eyes were filled with trust and determination. Zi Yun felt an indescribable tremor in his heart, wanting to intervene but knowing that he could only silently protect her from the shadows.
At this moment, Bai Lu also arrived at the valley, and his appearance seemed to disrupt the original balance. His gaze lingered on Xiaoxaio and Wuyin, and he could see that Xiaoxaio had something in her heart that she couldn't let go of, as well as someone she couldn't give up. His feelings for Xiaoxaio were complex, and he understood that this was not the time to complete the mission. He was willing to wait because he knew that only Xiaoxaio could help him.
Meanwhile, Xiaoxaio and Wuyin had let go of all their entanglements and confusion. In their hearts, there was only each other, and only the truth they had been searching for.
Their figures gradually disappeared in the smoke of battle, like heroes stepping down from the altar and entering the worldly fireworks.
As time passed, only Qingfeng remained standing alone in the valley, with eyes filled with unreleased regret and confusion.
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