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When leaving Hundred Flowers Tower, the sky was gradually revealing the dawn's light. Zen Chuan and Xuanchi didn't have much time to spare, they understood that the road ahead would be full of unknowns and dangers. The information from Hua Wen Luo gave them a preliminary understanding of the Brocade-clad Guards plan, but it also made them feel unprecedented pressure.
Walking in the alley paved with bluestones, both of them were filled with tension and anticipation. Suddenly, a cold Fu Ton blew, followed by a series of arrows. The appearance of the assassins always seemed to be unexpected, and the sudden attack put them at an immediate disadvantage.
"Be careful!" Xuanchi in an instant, Cold Star was pulled towards the side of the stone wall, avoiding this sudden attack. The arrow rain was like meteors in the night, fast and deadly, each arrow cutting through the air with a whistling sound.
Zen Chuan tightly held onto Phantom Night, a cold light flashing in her eyes. The assassins in front of her were dressed in black, their eyes beneath the masks extremely cold and indifferent, the merciless arrow rain continuing to pour down.
"It looks like they are under the command of Brocade-clad Guards, he is indeed keeping a close eye on us," a hint of ferocity flashed in Xuanchi's eyes as he swiftly cut through the arrows flying towards them, and charged towards the assassins. Cold Star transformed into a streak of light, piercing the nearest assassin, whose terrified face appeared distorted in the gleam of Cold Star.
Zen Chuan also refused to be outdone, and together with Xuanchi, they charged into the encirclement of enemies. The assassins were skilled, but facing the seamless cooperation of Zen Chuan and Xuanchi, they began to feel the pressure. Illusion Nightblade twirled in circles of sword shadows, aiming for the assassins' vital points.
In the midst of the flashing blades and shadows of swords, the alley under the cold moon instantly becomes bloody and cruel. Every stab and every dodge is a playful dance on the edge of death. The movements of Zen Chuan and Xuanchi are not only swift but also elegant, with each attack carefully calculated, leaving no room for error.
The intensity of the battle forces them to let go of all reservations, each clash making them more aware of each other's importance. The unspoken understanding between life and death binds their hearts even closer together.
As time passed, the assassins were finally defeated one by one. Before the last assassin fell to the ground, he hoarsely threatened, "You killed us, Brocade-clad Guards won't let you off!"
Xuanchi gave a cold smile as the blood from Cold Star sword dripped onto the ground, making a faint sound. He looked at Zen Chuan, and her eyes showed the same determination.
"We never thought of escaping, we are just seeking true justice." The words of Zen Chuan are filled with unwavering determination.
Zen Chuan's words shook Xuanchi's heart, he looked deeply into her eyes, but remained silent, only tightly holding her hand. In this world, to have someone to fight alongside is already a great fortune.
Zen Chuan and Xuanchi are closely linked, and in the night's play of light and shadow, their hearts seem to be dyed with an indescribable emotion. This battle is not only a physical confrontation, but also a blending of hearts.
Watching the cold and fierce sword light approaching Zen Chuan, Xuanchi's heart suddenly tightened. Without hesitation, he stood in front of her, and the Cold Star sword clashed with the oncoming sword in an instant, sword energy surged, and for a moment, the world was filled with light, as if the sun had crossed the night sky.
With a sneer, the clash of Cold Star and the incoming sword sparked a dazzling fire. The icy blade appeared particularly glaring in the flames. Gritting his teeth, he felt the handle of his sword trembling, struggling against a tremendous force emanating from the blade.
Meanwhile, behind him, Zen Chuan was also not idle. She wielded Phantom Night, weaving through the gaps of the black-clothed figures like a phantom. Her swordsmanship was agile and deadly, each swing plunging the black-clothed figures into a struggle for life and death.
The sword dance of Zen Chuan is particularly graceful in the moonlight, with each sword seeming to paint a cold and beautiful picture. On the other hand, Xuanchi is as fierce as a raging storm, with each sword delineating the line between life and death.
Suddenly, several arrows shoot out from the night, but Zen Chuan leaps and avoids the attack. Her figure draws a beautiful arc in the night sky, like the brightest star in the night.
At the moment she landed, Illusion Nightblade had already pierced the heart of a figure in black. Her movements were graceful and decisive, each attack flawless.
Meanwhile, Xuanchi was locked in a fierce battle with the swordsman, the clash of Cold Star sword against sword making the surrounding air tense and quiver. His eyes revealed determination and indifference, each sword move ruthless and precise.
Just as they thought they had repelled the men in black, suddenly, a hurried sound of footsteps came from the woods again. Their hearts sank, knowing that the battle was far from over.
The men in black seemed endless, surrounding them from all directions. Xuanchi and Zen Chuan stood back to back, a look of determination flashing in their eyes. Only by pressing forward could they find hope for survival.
In this moment of life and death, their hearts are even more closely connected. At this moment, they are true comrades, indispensable to each other's lives.
The battle erupts once again, but this time, there is no fear in their hearts, only endless fighting spirit and unyielding faith.
At that moment, suddenly, a cold and sharp sword light cut through the night, pointing directly at Zen Chuan. Xuanchi instantly stood in front of her, and Cold Star collided forcefully with the sword light.
In an instant, the sword light overflowed, and once again, unknown panic rose in their hearts.
In the reflection of the moonlight, the figures of Zen Chuan and Xuanchi cast long shadows. They stand back to back, feeling each other's breath and heartbeat. This night seems quieter and colder than before, with only occasional sword qi cutting through the night sky, breaking the silence.
Suddenly, a figure strides out from the night like a formidable demon sword being unsheathed. His eyes reveal indifference and killing intent, belonging to a renowned senior master from The Righteous martial arts world. His sword, like a shooting star, pierces straight towards them.
Zen Chuan With a look of surprise in her eyes, she never expected to encounter this senior at such a moment. A wave of emotions surged through her heart for an instant, but her gaze grew colder. She knew she couldn't show any fear at this moment.
Xuanchi Without hesitation, he tightly gripped Cold Star and faced off against the senior swordsman with a resolute and fearless momentum. The swords clashed amidst swirling sword energy, under the moonlight, their sword shadows intertwined, each exchange making one's heart pound. Zen Chuan struggled to fend off the attacks of the other black-clothed figures, her sword dancing like a phantom, each strike cutting through with the cold moonlight. The black-clothed figures retreated one after another, but her mind was always concerned about Xuanchi.
In the intense battle, Xuanchi's every sword move was fierce and precise. Finally, in a moment, he found the flaw in his senior. His sword pierced towards the senior's wrist, and a sword energy instantly made the senior's sword fall to the ground. However, Xuanchi did not pursue the advantage. Instead, he returned to Zen Chuan's side, knowing that they could no longer continue the battle with the senior.
The senior swordsman watched them, the killing intent in his eyes gradually fading. He sheathed his sword and watched them disappear into the night. There seemed to be a deep sense of emotion and helplessness in his eyes, but everything dissipated with the night Fu Ton. He turned and disappeared into the depths of the night once again.
Xuanchi pulled Zen Chuan as they quickly crossed through the woods, leaving only the sword shadows under the moonlight and the unbreakable knot.
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