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In the intense battle, the subordinates of Brocade-clad Guards seemed endless, pouring into the secret chamber like a relentless tide. Each one was highly skilled in martial arts and agile, while Xuanchi and Zen Chuan could only fight to protect each other from serious injury. They built a strong defensive line in the secret chamber, but the pressure was overwhelming, as if they were fighting the Grim Reaper at every moment.
Zen Chuan's short sword "Phantom Night" danced in her hand like the Fu Ton, each sword dance cutting down the oncoming enemies. The cold light on the tip of the sword shimmered in the shadows of the secret chamber, like the brightest stars in the night sky. Meanwhile, Xuanchi's long sword " Cold Star " drew out streaks of cold light in the secret chamber, forcing the enemies back with each sword strike. No one could stand in the way of the sword's tip.
However, the difference in numbers made them feel unprecedented pressure. For every person they took down, it seemed like three more would come forward. This endless slaughter made Zen Chuan feel the breath of death, but she did not flinch. Instead, she tightened her grip on the short sword in her hand, standing shoulder to shoulder and back to back with Xuanchi, creating an insurmountable defense line. They continued to break through and repel the enemy, attempting to fight for their survival.
Suddenly, a master in Brocade-clad Guards broke through their defense line with such speed that no one could react in time. He lunged straight at Zen Chuan, the murderous long blade drawing a fierce arc in the air, aimed directly at her throat. Without hesitation, Xuanchi immediately rushed forward and used his own body to shield Zen Chuan from the fatal blow. Blood splattered as Xuanchi was cut deeply on the shoulder, and his white robe was instantly stained red.
Zen Chuan felt a tightness in her heart, and a flash of disbelief and concern passed through her eyes. She didn't expect Xuanchi to protect her without hesitation in this critical moment. In that moment, she deeply felt Xuanchi's trust and protection, and understood the words he said - "We will not be alone, no matter what happens."
She swiftly swung her sword, beheading the skilled opponent, and then quickly returned to Xuanchi's side to stop his bleeding. Xuanchi trembled in pain, but firmly said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. We need to stay alive, expose Brocade-clad Guards's conspiracy, and fight for justice in the martial arts world."
More enemies are approaching. She wields a short sword, dancing with the Fu Ton, every strike deadly, repelling the oncoming enemies one by one. And though Xuanchi is injured, his swordsmanship remains undiminished as he wields Cold Star, cutting through the path, his sword energy resolute and unyielding.
Zen Chuan takes a deep breath, eyes widening in an instant, as she sees a man in black slowly approaching the door of the secret room, none other than Brocade-clad Guards. His eyes are filled with cold laughter and disdain, and the longsword "Coiling Dragon" in his hand freezes the atmosphere. He seems contemptuous of Xuanchi and Zen Chuan's performance, coldly saying, "Do you think this can stop my plan?"
The language was filled with strong murderous intent, Brocade-clad Guards swept his sword, and the sword energy soared into the sky, tearing through the silence of the secret room, heading straight for Xuanchi and Zen Chuan. They urgently dodged, but Brocade-clad Guards's swordsmanship was extremely exquisite, the sword energy lingered, not giving them a chance to catch their breath. The room was filled with flying sword shadows, and danger was everywhere.
Xuanchi gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain in his shoulder, wielding " Cold Star " to fight alongside Zen Chuan against Brocade-clad Guards's fierce attacks. Zen Chuan was filled with worry and unwillingness in her heart. She did not want to see Xuanchi get hurt, nor did she want to be so lightly regarded by Brocade-clad Guards. A strong fighting spirit surged in her heart; she wanted to protect Xuanchi and uphold their justice.
Brocade-clad Guards saw that the coordination between the sword techniques of Zen Chuan and Xuanchi was becoming more and more tacit. With a surge of anger, the swordsmanship became even more fierce. The "Coiling Dragon" sword rolled like a dragon, and the sword energy flew horizontally, striving to end the battle with a single sword strike. However, the coordination between Zen Chuan and Xuanchi became more and more skilled, and they resolved his sword energy one by one. Although it was difficult, they persisted.
At this moment, a sound of breaking air suddenly came from outside the secret room, followed by a sword light tearing through the sky, heading straight for Brocade-clad Guards. Brocade-clad Guards shouted loudly and hurriedly blocked this sudden sword light. Then, a figure appeared from within the sword light, it was none other than Huo Feng from the Heavenly Sword Palace, wielding the "Flame Heart" long whip, instantly joining the battle.
Huo Feng's arrival instantly changed the course of the battle. Her long whip, like a fire dragon, rolled in the air, intertwining with the sword lights of Xuanchi and Zen Chuan, forming a powerful offensive that temporarily forced Brocade-clad Guards to retreat.
In the moment when Brocade-clad Guards was forced to retreat, Xuanchi and Zen Chuan took the opportunity to catch their breath. However, they knew that this was only a temporary respite, as Brocade-clad Guards would launch another attack. Xuanchi felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, but he endured it, gazing firmly at Brocade-clad Guards.
Suddenly, the air around Xuanchi froze in an instant, followed by a mysterious and powerful sword energy slashing through the sky, heading straight for Brocade-clad Guards. Brocade-clad Guards's expression instantly turned serious, hastily wielding his sword to block, but this sword energy was like a raging storm, giving him no chance to catch his breath. The sword energy swept over, carrying a piercing scream that tore through the air, making Brocade-clad Guards feel an unprecedented pressure, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.
The scene before Zen Chuan and Huo Feng was shocking. They saw a mysterious humanoid shadow appearing next to Xuanchi, which was none other than Xuanchi's sword spirit, Heart Fox. The fox's eyes shimmered with wisdom and determination, and his swordsmanship was incredibly exquisite, with each strike posing a serious threat to Brocade-clad Guards, forming an insurmountable sword formation.
The sword dance of Heart Fox is seamless, one sword after another, like flowing water, making it almost impossible for Brocade-clad Guards to counterattack, only able to protect itself. Zen Chuan and Huo Feng also refuse to show weakness, launching a fierce attack, surrounding Brocade-clad Guards from three directions, putting it in an unprecedented predicament.
However, just when they thought they could defeat Brocade-clad Guards, Brocade-clad Guards suddenly sneered, flashed, and turned into a black shadow, disappearing into the secret room. His disappearance made the three feel a chill, and an ominous premonition arose in their hearts. But at this moment, they could only take care of the injured Xuanchi.
Xuanchi's face had turned extremely pale, and he struggled to support his body, clearly suffering from a serious injury. Zen Chuan and Huo Feng hurried over to assist him in sitting down and inspect his wounds. Suddenly, a mysterious radiance ignited beside Xuanchi, and then a mystical creature with fox ears and a fox tail took on human form and approached Xuanchi, seemingly also concerned for his well-being. This was Xuanchi's sword spirit, Heart Fox, who had been accompanying Xuanchi for many years, serving as his capable assistant and close friend. Heart Fox was witty, humorous, curious about worldly affairs, and deeply loyal to Xuanchi.
With the disappearance of Brocade-clad Guards, the battle in the secret chamber temporarily came to a halt, but they understood that this was just the calm before the storm, and more intense battles lay ahead. They needed to take advantage of this brief respite to quickly regain their strength and prepare for the impending storm. Heart Fox's figure gradually disappeared into Xuanchi's sword, but before vanishing, he looked deeply at Xuanchi, as if conveying a profound meaning. Xuanchi also sensed Heart Fox's unusual demeanor, but at this moment, he was more concerned about the safety of Zen Chuan and Huo Feng.
"Thank you, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid..." Xuanchi he said, his voice tinged with a hint of pain. Zen Chuan Holding his hand tightly, she softly said, "As long as we protect each other, we have nothing to fear."
Huo Feng Watching their emotional exchange, there was also an indescribable emotion in my heart.
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