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As the smoke gradually dispersed, the cruel war left behind only endless silence.
Amidst the bloodbath, the people were gasping for breath. However, for Lin'er and Qingyang, every battle, every life-and-death struggle, only intensified their longing for the Divine Weapon. The Divine Weapon possessed the power to change the martial arts world, and even the world itself. They were willing to search for the whereabouts of the Divine Weapon in order to protect the peace of the martial arts world.
In the bustling capital city, there are many ancient and mysterious bookstores hidden. Lin'er and Qingyang walked into a seemingly ordinary but endlessly secret-filled bookstore while searching for clues about Divine Weapon. The ancient wooden door creaked in the wind, and as they stepped inside, it felt as if they had entered another dimension.
The air inside the bookstore was filled with the scent of ancient books, and each one seemed to contain the secrets of the martial arts world. In the deepest part of the bookstore, they inadvertently discovered an ancient book that recorded the legend of Divine Weapon "Fentian" and its possible location.
As the sky gradually darkens, the silvery moonlight gently spills over, reflecting on their determined faces. The night falls, and the starry sky sparkles, with each star seeming to point the way to the Divine Weapon. Beneath the brilliant starry sky, five warriors traverse the rugged mountain path, step by step approaching their mysterious destination.
Passing through the dense forest, each of their steps quietly breaks the silence. Within the forest, the interconnectedness of life fills the air with vitality, yet also harbors unknown dangers. Their gaze is sharp, and every movement demonstrates the decisiveness and bravery of the warriors.
Crossing over the steep cliff, they arrived at a vast mountain valley. In the moonlight, the pool in the valley shimmered, but at some point, a group of black-clothed people suddenly surrounded them from all directions. The eyes of the black-clothed people gleamed with cold light, and their weapons glinted with a chilling light in the moonlight.
Feng Qingyang instantly drew his long sword, the sword light flashed, and he struck directly at the nearest black-clothed person. Shi Potian and Hongchen also drew their weapons, their figures moving like the wind, weaving through the encirclement of the black-clothed people. Lin'er' short sword flew, each strike precise, taking down one enemy after another. The flames of battle burned in the night, and with each clash, their hearts became more tightly bound, their friendship elevated in the struggle of life and death.
The leader of the black-clad figures, with a sinister smile on his face, suddenly cracked his black whip, creating sharp black wind blades that fiercely struck towards them. Qingyang engaged in combat, his sword dancing in the wind, weaving a net of sword energy to clash head-on with the wind blades.
After a fierce battle, the black-clad figures were finally driven back.
The moonlight once again sprinkled down, and the five people followed closely together. Every battle, every trial, made them understand each other more, and deepened their friendship.
On a clear day, they arrived at a mysterious place called "Flame Mountain." According to legend, the Divine Weapon "Burning Heaven" was hidden here. The name Flame Mountain was not just for show; the entire mountain was surrounded by flames, the firelight reflecting in the sky, like a true world of flames. As they approached, the rolling flames seemed to eagerly await something.
Their arrival seemed to have angered the power guarding the Divine Weapon, making the flames of Flame Mountain even more intense. Suddenly, bursts of flame beasts erupted from the fire, rushing towards them like vengeful spirits. The eyes of these flame beasts seemed to contain centuries of resentment, their roars echoing through the valley.
Facing this sudden attack, they stood their ground. Lin'er tightly gripped her short sword, her gaze unwavering. A hint of disdain curled her lips as she said, "These flame beasts are just a trial of the Divine Weapon." With that, she charged forward, wielding her sword and instantly cutting off the flames of one of the beasts, revealing its true form.
Wind Qingyang waved his long sword, his swordsmanship was elegant and fierce. Each sword was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, with sword energy crisscrossing, slaying one flame beast after another. Every movement of his was so uniquely stylish, even in such a perilous battle, he did not lose his elegant demeanor.
They fought between the flames and the dark night, their figures intertwining in the firelight and moonlight. Every sword dance, every thrust of the short sword, made the flame beasts hiss and retreat. The intense battle seemed to stir up the surrounding flames, and the dancing flames intertwined with their sword shadows, like a breathtaking painting.
The Flame Beasts' attacks are extremely fierce, but their coordination is flawless. Qingyang's sword dance creates a barrier of sword energy, while Lin'er' short sword is agile and deadly, making it difficult for the Flame Beasts to approach with each piercing flip. Their tacit understanding prevents the Flame Beasts from getting close, and their repeated attacks finally drive the Flame Beasts away.
They traverse the sea of fire and arrive at the peak of Flame Mountain, where they see a flaming long sword inserted into the mountaintop, surrounded by flames, resembling a true " Divine Weapon."
Qingyang took a step forward, but Lin'er held him back. "Let me do it," Lin'er said as she slowly approached the flaming longsword, her heart filled with anticipation and longing.
She slowly drew the flaming longsword, and the flames on the sword danced with her breath, as if sensing her intentions. The flaming longsword moved in Lin'er' hand, responding to her breath, and a look of incredulity flashed in her eyes. Qingyang and Shi Potian stood beside her, their eyes also filled with surprise and joy.
Suddenly, flames soared into the sky from the mountaintop, forming a fire dragon that spiraled in the sky. As people looked up, they saw the fire dragon spitting out fireballs, shooting straight into the sky. In an instant, the sky was illuminated red by the flames.
The fire dragon turned around and suddenly pounced towards the crowd. Qingyang and Shi Potian immediately stepped forward to meet it. Qingyang wielded his long sword, directing his sword energy towards the fire dragon. Shi Potian also refused to show weakness, swinging his single-edged sword and fighting side by side with Qingyang.
Lin'er Holding the flame longsword, as the fire dragon lunged, a thought arose in my mind. With a surge of sword intent, I danced the longsword to create a ring of fire, trapping the fire dragon within. The fire dragon roared but could not break free.
Qingyang and Shi Potian took the opportunity to launch an attack, their swords and blades intersecting as they aimed for the fire dragon's vital points. Finally, under their assault, the fire dragon turned into a streak of firelight and vanished into the air.
The crowd breathed a sigh of relief as a hint of gratitude flashed in Lin'er' eyes, knowing that it was the power of her friends that kept her safe.
Clutching the flame longsword tightly, she took a deep breath and said to Qingyang and Shi Potian, "Thank you both for your help. I will use this Sky Incinerating Divine Weapon properly to protect the peace of the martial arts world."
Qingyang smiled and said, "This expedition is to protect the peace of the martial arts world. With the Skyfire in your hands, we can rest assured."
Shi Potian also smiled and said, "Of course, Lin'er, your swordsmanship is superb, and this Divine Weapon will surely unleash greater power."
As the fire dragon disappeared, the flames in the sky gradually extinguished, leaving only the gentle moonlight sprinkling over everyone. However, they knew that this was only temporary peace. The power of the Divine Weapon had long been known throughout the martial arts world, and various forces were bound to be restless because of it.
Qingyang looked deep and knew that the road ahead would be even more difficult. There would not only be external threats but also internal friction and contradictions. He looked at Lin'er with concern in his eyes, but also saw her determination and resilience, which reassured him.
They returned from the mountain and did not immediately return to the capital, but chose to temporarily hide in a nearby small town to avoid leaking information and unnecessary trouble. However, things ultimately did not go as they wished. The news of the burning sky spread throughout the martial arts world like the wind, and various forces began to take action.
One day, as night fell, their hiding place was suddenly surrounded by a group of black-clothed people. Qingyang, Shi Potian, and Lin'er immediately became alert, gripping their weapons, facing the oncoming enemies. The black-clothed people seemed to come from different forces, but their purpose was the same: to seize the burning sky.
A battle is about to break out. Qingyang and Shi Potian draw their swords and engage in fierce combat with the black-clothed figures. Lin'er stands guard nearby, the blazing firelight of her Flaming Sky weapon ready to provide support at any moment. She knows that this Divine Weapon is not only crucial for protecting the martial arts world, but also serves as a magnet for their enemies.
Qingyang and Shi Potian are highly skilled, but they are outnumbered by many formidable opponents from the martial arts world. The enemy's formation is tight, increasing the pressure on them. With each attack and defense, they gradually begin to feel weary.
At this moment, Lin'er saw the situation and felt a tightness in her heart. She knew she couldn't stand by and do nothing. Gripping her sword, she gathered her resolve, and her sword energy transformed into a fire dragon, charging straight into the enemy formation. The fire dragon weaved through the black-clothed figures, devouring one enemy after another, turning them into ashes.
Seeing Lin'er take action, Qingyang and Shi Potian also rallied, once again fighting with all their might to defeat the remaining black-clothed figures one by one.
Seeing victory within reach, suddenly, a cold arrow shot from the shadows, aiming straight for Lin'er. Qingyang exclaimed in shock, swiftly wielding his sword to block the cold arrow. Lin'er turned to see a sinister-looking man emerging - the leader of the black-clothed men.
The man sneered, "Burn the sky with Divine Weapon, you will not keep it in your hands!" Before the words had even finished, he had already gestured for the black-clothed men to launch another attack.
Qingyang tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, knowing in his heart that this was a battle of life and death. They must protect Fentian and ensure each other's safety.
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