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Wuyin and Xiaoxaio held hands, their hearts tightly connected, as the Nine Lives Stone slowly rose in front of them, its light becoming brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire cave. There seemed to be an invisible connection between the emblem of Wuyin and the Nine Lives Stone, with energy flowing between the two, forming a mysterious rune in the air.
They knew that at this moment, they had opened the door to the unknown, and they also knew that the power of the Nine Lives Stone would bring endless desire and conflict. But Wuyin and Xiaoxaio only wished to believe at this moment that their love and trust could bring them enough strength.
The radiance of the Nine Lives Stone slowly converged, drawing a beautiful arc in the air before gently landing in the palm of Wuyin. Wuyin felt a tremendous energy flowing into his body through his palm, as if his blood was boiling at that moment. He knew that the connection between him and the Nine Lives Stone would make their journey even more difficult and dangerous.
Wuyin took a deep breath, determination shining in his eyes. He tightly held Xiaoxaio's hand and whispered, " Xiaoxaio, our journey will become even more perilous, but I believe that as long as we trust each other, nothing can stop us."
Xiaoxaio felt the warmth of Wuyin's palm and her heart was filled with confidence and love. She smiled and responded, " Wuyin, together we will walk into the unknown."
At that moment, from the depths of the cave, there came the sound of hurried footsteps, as if someone was approaching in haste. Wuyin and Xiaoxaio felt a chill in their hearts; the power of the Nine Lives Stone had already attracted many covetous eyes.
Wuyin tightly grasped the Nine Lives Stone and felt as if it had its own consciousness. It trembled slightly in his hand, seemingly sensing the danger outside. He hurriedly pulled Xiaoxaio towards the exit of the cave; they had to leave before being discovered.
Just as they were about to reach the mouth of the cave, a cold sword aura suddenly appeared, blocking their way. Wuyin and Xiaoxaio instantly stopped, and before them stood a group of people dressed in black, their eyes filled with greed and murderous intent.
Xiaoxaio tightly grasped the Iceheart Sword with a cold murderous look in her eyes. She knew that there was no possibility of negotiating with these people. The only solution was to fight.
The leader of the black-clothed men stepped forward, his eyes filled with desire for the Nine Lives Stone. "Hand over the Nine Lives Stone, or else, you're all as good as dead!" he said coldly.
In the pitch-black night, in front of the ancient temple's cave, the moonlight cast a layer of mysterious gauze. Xiaoxaio and Wuyin flashed a fierce light in their eyes, tightly gripping their weapons, facing the encirclement of the black-clothed figures, their hearts boiling with determination.
Wuyin and Xiaoxaio exchanged a smile, solemn and resolute. Their figures disappeared into the night like the wind, leaving only sword energy and shadows tumbling and intertwining in the cave. Wuyin's Night Shadow Fan vibrated, creating faint shadows, while Xiaoxaio's Iceheart Sword danced with cold sword energy. The two complemented each other seamlessly, like ghostly dancers in the night.
In the ancient forest outside the cave, moonlight penetrates through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The figures of Wuyin and Xiaoxaio move swiftly among the trees, their sword light and shadows dancing in the night sky. Each confrontation makes the man in black feel the extraordinary nature of Wuyin and Xiaoxaio, their eyes filled only with a longing for the Nine Lives Stone, as if nothing can stop their footsteps.
Wuyin's Night Shadow Fan constantly opens and closes, creating endless illusions, each fan taking away a black-clothed person. Xiaoxaio's Iceheart Sword dances, each strike bringing the sensation of the approach of the god of death to the black-clothed people. But there are too many black-clothed people, and each one is highly skilled, increasing the pressure on them.
" Wuyin, the martial arts of these people are extraordinary, we need to be careful!" Xiaoxaio gasped as they fought.
Wuyin nodded, pulling Xiaoxaio back behind a large tree. He whispered, " Xiaoxaio, we need to find a chance to escape, lead them outside, maybe we can wear them out that way."
Xiaoxaio bit her lip, gripping her sword tightly. Her sword danced out a circle, temporarily blocking the approaching black-clothed men. Wuyin also immediately unleashed his Wuyin technique, causing chaos among the black-clothed men with his illusions.
They seized the opportunity and sprinted all the way, their sword energy and shadows intertwining and dancing in the ancient forest. However, the men in black seemed unable to shake off the pursuit, still chasing relentlessly. Wuyin and Xiaoxaio felt an unprecedented danger, but their belief in their hearts made them unwilling to give up.
Suddenly, a cold sword energy pierced towards Wuyin. Wuyin instantly blocked it, but the leader of the men in black quickly changed the direction of his sword, aiming straight at Xiaoxaio. Wuyin's heart tightened, and he quickly pulled Xiaoxaio away, but the sword energy grazed Xiaoxaio's arm, blood splattering.
" Xiaoxaio!" The voice of Wuyin was filled with urgency and anger.
Xiaoxaio endured the pain, wielding her sword with determination, each strike expressing her unwavering resolve. Wuyin watched Xiaoxaio with worry raging in his heart like tumultuous waves. He gritted his teeth, the night shadows creating deep silhouettes as he charged towards the leader of the black-clothed figures, a strong sense of battle burning within him. In that moment, they held only one belief in their hearts: to protect each other and conquer the darkness.
In the midst of the fierce battle, the hearts of Wuyin and Xiaoxaio are even more closely connected. Every exchange of their gazes, every coordinated movement, seems to be composing a heroic symphony. However, the formidable and cunning nature of the black-clothed group has brought unprecedented pressure upon them.
The leader of the black-clothed group seems unwilling to delay any longer. He sneers and declares, "Do you think you can escape?" As soon as the words leave his mouth, his sword releases a dazzling light, drawing a fierce halo in the night sky, and directly thrusts towards Wuyin and Xiaoxaio.
Wuyin immediately grabbed Xiaoxaio and retreated rapidly, but the speed of the sword light was too fast, almost reaching them in an instant. Wuyin tightly held the Night Shadow, and with a single move, the sword light was split open, but a sword aura still grazed Xiaoxaio's cheek. Xiaoxaio endured the pain and gritted his teeth.
Seeing Xiaoxaio injured, Wuyin felt heartbroken. He roared in anger, and the Night Shadow danced in his hand, the illusions becoming even more fierce. Each move carried the power to tear through space, directly targeting the leader of the black-clothed men.
The leader of the black-clothed men was very calm, his sword dance creating icy sword shadows that clashed head-on with the elusive phantom of Wuyin. Each confrontation caused the surrounding air to freeze, with trees continuously falling amidst the interplay of sword energy and phantoms, revealing unbelievable destruction.
Xiaoxaio wiped the blood from her cheek and watched the battle between Wuyin and the leader of the black-clothed men, feeling uneasy. She knew that Wuyin was fighting desperately to protect her. Clenching her fists, Iceheart Sword emitted a faint glow in the night, as she once again joined the fray.
The three-way battle became increasingly intense, with sword shadows and illusions intertwining in the night sky, creating a deafening clash. The coordination between Wuyin and Xiaoxaio became more and more tacit, with their eyes locked on each other and a shared goal in mind.
Suddenly, the leader of the black-clothed individuals changed the direction of his sword, aiming directly at Xiaoxaio's heart. Wuyin's heart raced as he swiftly waved his fan, creating a strong gust of wind that diverted the leader's sword to the side. However, the sword still grazed Xiaoxaio's chest, causing blood to splatter in an instant.
" Xiaoxaio!" Wuyin's eyes were filled with panic and anger.
He tightly gripped Night Shadow, and the battle with the leader of the black-clothed men grew more intense.
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