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The news of the victory at the Fanyun Peak has spread throughout the martial arts world, attracting countless attention and coveting for the "Breaking Wind" Divine Weapon. Meanwhile, Qingyang and his companions continue their journey to search for other Divine Weapon s. However, they do not know that every step of their progress is influencing the fate of the martial arts world, nor do they know that the mysterious and ruthless Ghost Shadow is quietly approaching.
In the early morning, as the sun rises and pierces through the thin mist, a golden light is cast upon the ancient road. They travel along this road, heading towards the legendary Lotus Peak where the "Skyfire" Divine Weapon is said to be hidden. The scenery along the way is pleasant, but they feel no relaxation in their hearts.
Walking at the front, the wind Qingyang had a determined look, occasionally glancing back at the companions behind him. He smiled slightly and quickened his pace once again.
As they continued to approach the Lotus Peak, the sound of the wind in the martial arts world grew more intense. Their movements seemed to have become a hot topic in the martial arts world, especially the world-renowned " Divine Weapon " called "Breaking Wind." Various factions were eager to obtain this " Divine Weapon," and from time to time, some ruffians and bullies would come to challenge them. But each confrontation not only honed their martial arts skills but also strengthened their hearts.
One morning, as they rested in the woods, a mysterious passerby revealed to them that the henchmen of Ghost Shadow had laid numerous traps ahead on the road, intending to capture them all at once. Upon hearing this news, they felt a chill in their hearts, but quickly prepared for battle.
Before long, the sky seemed to suddenly become oppressive, and a cold, eerie aura surged from all directions. The black-clothed figures emerged like a raging tide, surrounding them from all sides. At a glance, the densely packed crowd almost obscured the sky. Their sole purpose was to seize the "Breaking Wind" Divine Weapon. Without hesitation, they immediately formed a battle formation, fearlessly facing the enemy before them.
A battle erupted in an instant, with flashing swords and swirling shadows, as the fierce wind roared across the battlefield. Qingyang brandished his long sword, each strike carrying the force of a breaking wind as it slashed directly at the figures in black. Meanwhile, Shi Potian charged forward, his single-bladed sword unleashing bursts of staggering power with each movement, threatening the black-clad figures with every strike.
"It seems we can only force our way through!" Shi Potian shouted, swinging his sword and felling one of the black-clad figures, causing blood to splatter in all directions.
The red dust's long whip danced like a devouring snake, her eyes cold and every strike precise. Meanwhile, Lin'er remained incredibly calm, her short sword moving like a nimble serpent, making every thrust unavoidable for the black-clothed figures.
Qingyang's swordsmanship was exceptional, each strike targeting the vulnerabilities of the black-clothed figures. His gaze remained calm, constantly assessing the situation on the battlefield. He could sense that among these black-clothed figures, there were also skilled individuals, and a few of them were even on par with his own abilities.
As the battle deepened, they gradually saw the truth of the martial arts world. It turns out that everything is related to the mysterious " Ghost Shadow." He not only wants to seize the " Divine Weapon," but also wants to control the entire martial arts world and become its overlord.
"These guys seem to be under the command of someone!" Hongchen gasped during the battle.
"No matter whose men they are, they must pay the price today!" Shi Potian shouted angrily, his single blade leaving afterimages in the air.
As the battle neared its end, a figure in black finally collapsed under the sword of Qingyang, revealing the secret of the Ghost Shadow. It turned out that the true identity of the Ghost Shadow was an existence that people in the martial arts world dared not imagine, and behind him was a powerful and shocking force. The Divine Weapon was the key to their control of the martial arts world.
"This mysterious force is probably not simple," Wind Qingyang tightly gripped the hilt of his sword, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
Their battle did not stop because of this news. Instead, knowing the true purpose of the enemy, they became more determined to protect the Divine Weapon from falling into the hands of the enemy.
Shi Potian let out a loud shout and fiercely slashed towards the leader of the black-clothed men. The leader's strength was extremely formidable, easily blocking his attack and striking back with a palm towards Shi Potian's chest. Shi Potian instantly felt a powerful force coming towards him, but he remained resolute, unwavering, and forcefully caught the strike.
On the other side, Hongchen and Lin'er were engaged in intense combat with the black-clothed men. Their skills were exceptional, but the large number of black-clothed men increased the pressure on them. Nevertheless, they showed no signs of backing down, giving their all in every exchange.
The swordsmanship of Feng Qingyang is extraordinary, his figure is like the wind, and his swordsmanship is like water, making it impossible for the men in black to grasp. His sword dance is exceptionally beautiful, and each sword can bring down one of the men in black, making him a presence on the battlefield like the god of death.
As the battle continues, they gradually feel the terror of that mysterious force. This makes them even more aware of how difficult and important the task of protecting the Divine Weapon is.
Finally, under the sword light of Wind Qingyang, the leader of the black-clothed men finally fell.
" Ghost Shadow, so he wasn't acting alone." Wind Qingyang tightly gripped the sword handle, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"The situation seems to be getting more and more complicated," Red Dust murmured, the mist in his eyes seeming even denser.
In the post-war night, they sat around the campfire in silence.
The night deepens, and the quiet mountain forest is only broken by the crackling of the campfire. Sitting around the fire, they are filled with worry and unease about the unknown. The true identity of Ghost Shadow and the powerful forces behind it are beyond their imagination. However, they have no intention of backing down in the face of the unknown future.
Hongchen picks up a stick and stirs the burning fire, causing the flames to dance and reflect her calm and resolute expression. Shi Potian takes out a reed pipe and plays a simple melody, carrying a serene and distant atmosphere.
Qingyang opened the map and confirmed tomorrow's route again. He knew that the journey ahead would be full of challenges, but he also understood that only by completing this path could he truly protect the peace of the martial arts world. Meanwhile, Lin'er sat quietly to the side, her eyes shimmering with hope and unwavering faith in the future.
As the night deepened, they each entered the realm of dreams, but Lin'er tossed and turned, unable to sleep due to the various thoughts in her mind. In the end, she got up and walked to Qingyang's side, gently patting his shoulder.
Qingyang slowly opened his eyes and saw Lin'er. He smiled gently and asked, "What's troubling you?"
Lin'er took a deep breath and poured out his worries, "Can we really find all the Divine Weapon s and protect the peace of the martial arts world?"
Qingyang smiled slightly, looking at her serious eyes, and said, "The peace of the martial arts world does not rely on Divine Weapon s, but on the faith and efforts of each of us. Divine Weapon s are just a symbol of power, the real power lies within our hearts."
Upon hearing Qingyang's words, a bright light flashed in Lin'er' eyes.
She nodded slightly, and the worry in her heart seemed to lighten a bit. However, at that moment, a rustling sound suddenly came from the distant woods, and a strong sense of danger instantly enveloped them. Qingyang and Lin'er exchanged a glance, immediately waking up the others, each picking up their weapons and vigilantly looking around the dark surroundings.
In the black night, the moonlight was blocked by the dense leaves, with only scattered starlight shining through the cracks between the trees onto the ground. The wind blew through the treetops, making a whistling sound, and the rustling sound grew closer and more intense.
Suddenly, a cold light tore through the darkness and pierced the night sky, heading straight for Qingyang. He instantly wielded his sword to block it, only to see numerous black-clothed figures surging from all directions. They wielded sharp weapons, with cold and ruthless eyes, launching a fierce attack directly at Qingyang and the others.
The battle erupted once again, but this time the enemies were clearly more cunning and ferocious. The intensity of the battle surpassed any previous encounters. Shi Potian cleaved through the crowd, the sword dance creating a series of sword shadows, each strike felling an enemy. Red Dust's long whip moved like a spirit snake, unraveling each enemy's attack, while her eyes were filled with a cold, murderous intent.
In the midst of the battle, the coordination between Qingyang and Lin'er became increasingly seamless. Their swords always found the enemy's weaknesses, preventing them from getting close. However, the black-clothed figures seemed endless. For every one that fell, ten more emerged, instilling a sense of despair.
At the most perilous moment, a clear flute sound suddenly came from a distance, followed by a white figure descending from the sky and landing around them. It was a young man in a white robe. His appearance was like that of an angel, bringing a sense of calm and hope. His sword, like a graceful orchid, felled the black-clothed figures with each strike, unstoppable by anyone.
"It's him!" Hongchen exclaimed with joy. It turned out that the young man in white robes was the mysterious swordsman who had previously saved them at the Fanyun Peak. His swordsmanship had already been awe-inspiring, and this time, he appeared once again to lend them a helping hand.
With the addition of the mysterious swordsman, the tide of the battle gradually turned, and the men in black finally began to scatter. They couldn't escape from the swordsman's blade and fell one by one. Their leader, seeing the situation turning against them, hurriedly urged his men to retreat and disappeared into the night.
The crowd looked around, the ground littered with scattered weapons and the bodies of the black-clothed men, and the moonlight was filled with a heavy smell of blood. Qingyang sheathed his sword, his face solemn. He knew that this battle was just a prelude to an even more brutal fight ahead.
The mysterious swordsman sheathed his sword and turned to leave, but was stopped by Feng Qingyang: "Please wait, how can we not repay this life-saving grace."
The mysterious swordsman stopped in his tracks, but did not turn back. He simply said, "I come only for justice. I seek no reward, only that the martial world may know peace." With that, his figure disappeared into the night, leaving behind only his proud silhouette and those thought-provoking words.
The night grew deeper, yet no one could sleep. On this night, they witnessed the cruelty of the martial world, but also glimpsed its hope.
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