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Just as Ye Wuke was preparing to launch another attack, Xiao Xiangzi suddenly shouted loudly, and the sword in his hand emitted a bright light as he swung it fiercely, sending a sword energy straight towards Ye Wuke. Startled, Ye Wuke hastily retreated, but still got grazed by the sword energy, leaving a long cut on his sleeve.
Seizing the opportunity, Mo Deqian launched a fierce attack, his long sword striking like thunder. Although Ye Wuke was agile, he was ultimately struggling under the joint attack of the two masters.
Finally, Xiao Xiangzi stabbed Ye Wuke in the shoulder with a sword, and Mo Deqian took the opportunity to approach, pointing his sword at Ye Wuke's throat. With no way to retreat, Ye Wuke had to stop.
Xiao Xiangzi said coldly, " Ye Wuke, although your dark magic is strong, it cannot ultimately withstand the power of justice. If you do not confess your plot today, do not blame us for being ruthless."
Ye Wuke Facing two masters, knowing there was no chance of winning, he coldly said, "You have won, but you still do not know my true purpose. Today I may be defeated, but my plan is already half successful."
Mo Deqian stared at Ye Wuke and asked, "What is your ultimate purpose? Why create so much chaos in the martial arts world?"
Ye Wuke sneered, "Do you think that defeating me can stop everything? What I seek is a greater secret than this. Today's battle was just a test."
As the words fell, Ye Wuke suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mist of blood, and then transformed into a black mist, disappearing into the tomb chamber.
The figure of Ye Wuke dissipated into the darkness. Xiao Xiangzi and Mo Deqian stood facing each other, their brows furrowed. Xiao Xiangzi knew deep down that this matter was far from simple on the surface, and a determined glint flashed in her eyes as she decided to get to the bottom of it.
Mo Deqian nodded in agreement. Though not one to speak much, every word he uttered carried profound meaning. He said, " Ye Wuke is cunning and treacherous. We must be extra cautious."
Xiao Xiangzi and Mo Deqian left the ancient tomb, feeling heavy-hearted. The matter of Ye Wuke became increasingly mysterious, and they realized that it might not be resolved by just the two of them. As the sky gradually darkened, they walked along the mountain road toward the direction of the small town.
On the rugged mountain road, as the sun set in the west, the remaining light sprinkled between the mountains, shimmering like golden threads, reflecting the hardships in their hearts. Xiao Xiangzi furrowed his brows, sharp as a sword, contemplating the next plan, while Mo Deqian remained silent, with a determined light in his eyes, like stars in the abyss, shining on the unknown path ahead.
At this moment, a sudden burst of noise ahead shattered the tranquility of the mountains and forests. Xiao Xiangzi and Mo Deqian exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with unspoken understanding. They swiftly used their lightness skills to approach like the wind. As the scene ahead came into view, they saw a group of masked individuals attacking a burly man, who was none other than Zhou Dawei, with whom they had crossed paths before.
Zhou Dawei swung his large bronze hammer, each strike carrying astonishing power. However, facing a large number of enemies, he gradually seemed overwhelmed. Seeing this, Xiao Xiangzi and Mo Deqian immediately joined the battle. Xiao Xiangzi wielded a short sword, its blade flashing agilely like the wind, while Mo Deqian gripped a long sword, its movements steady and powerful, unyielding like a mountain.
The battle is about to begin, and Xiao Xiangzi's short sword moves like flowing water. With each thrust, she accompanies it with precise calculations, her footsteps light, her figure elusive. Not only does her gaze reveal intelligence, but also a special attachment to money. She skillfully seeks out valuable items on the enemy's body in her sword moves, planning how to incorporate these items into her pockets during the battle.
On the other hand, Mo Deqian is completely different. His long sword, like his personality, is calm and powerful with each strike, devoid of any excess emotion in his actions. His fighting style resembles his life philosophy - reserved, efficient, and direct. Under his sword, the enemies seem like fleeting clouds, being cut down one by one.
Zhou Dawei regained momentum with the addition of Xiao Xiangzi and Mo Deqian, swinging his sledgehammer even more fiercely. The three of them cooperated, forming an insurmountable barrier in battle. The masked men fell one by one under their powerful attacks, like ants facing a tree.
After the battle, Xiao Xiangzi deftly searched the fallen enemies, her movements swift and skilled, as if it were her way of survival. Mo Deqian stood by, watching Xiao Xiangzi's actions, his eyes flashing with subtle and complex emotions, but he remained silent, quietly guarding the surroundings.
Zhou Dawei walked towards Xiao Xiangzi and Mo Deqian, deeply bowing: "Two heroes, I will always remember today's kindness."
Xiao Xiangzi smiled slightly: " Brother Zhou, you're too polite. It's common for us to support each other on the martial arts road. But these masked individuals, who exactly are they and why do they dare to cause trouble without reason?"
Mo Deqian remained silent, only sweeping his gaze around, as if on guard against a possible attack.
Zhou Dawei pondered for a moment and said, "Although I don't know these people, from their weapons and fighting style, it seems somewhat similar to the evil ways. However, this matter still needs further investigation."
Xiao Xiangzi nodded, a glint in her eyes. " Brother Zhou is right. If the three of us join forces, perhaps we can uncover the mastermind behind the scenes."
Mo Deqian also spoke at this time. Though his words were few, each one struck at the heart. "We need to proceed with caution. If the dark forces are truly involved in this matter, then we will face more than just these enemies."
The autumn wind is desolate, and the fallen leaves are drifting. A group of people walks along a path in the woods. The sky is getting dark, but the moonlight shines like silver on the quiet forest path. As the three people converse, they suddenly hear a commotion in the distance, accompanied by the clashing of metal, indicating that someone is in a fight.
It turns out that Cui Hongxian is battling with several ruffians. Cui Hongxian is dressed in lightweight combat attire, wielding a soft sword with agile and swift swordsmanship, moving like a nimble dragon among her enemies. Every move she makes is a combination of strength and beauty.
Mo Deqian and Xiao Xiangzi immediately drew their swords and joined the battle. Xiao Xiangzi's short sword moved fluidly like water, and she maintained her special attachment to money even in the midst of combat, pointing her sword at the enemy while swiftly looting their valuable items. Her movements were both practical and filled with eccentricity and greed.
Mo Deqian gripped his long sword, his fighting style contrasting sharply with Xiao Xiangzi's, steady and powerful, each strike deep and effective, without any unnecessary flashy moves. He spoke little, yet exuded a cold and old-fashioned air on the battlefield.
Zhou Dawei swung his large bronze hammer, each strike carrying astonishing power, but his movements were somewhat clumsy. Nevertheless, his straightforwardness and loyalty made him particularly reliable in battle, like a sturdy fortress providing strong support for his companions.
As the battle intensified, Cui Hongxian's soft sword danced with increasing agility, her figure appearing and disappearing in the moonlight. Each time the tip of her sword touched an enemy, it carried an undeniable threat. Her eyes sparkled with the light of wisdom, and every step she took showed both strategy and courage.
The combined efforts of the four finally defeated those hooligans. After the battle, Cui Hongxian casually put away her soft sword, her demeanor exuding a confident air of composure.
Seeing Mo Deqian, Cui Hongxian's face lit up with unusual joy: "How did you end up here?"
Mo Deqian said lightly, "I was just passing by with Xiao Xiangzi."
On a late autumn night, with the moon shining like silver, four people sat around a simple tea shop, with a few cups of lukewarm tea on the wooden table. The fragrance of tea slowly wafted through the air. The flickering candlelight cast their faces in alternating light and shadow. Cui Hongxian turned to Xiao Xiangzi and Zhou Dawei with a barely perceptible smile, nodding in greeting. As the four gathered, their eyes revealed their thoughts to each other.
Xiao Xiangzi informed Zhou Dawei and Cui Hongxian in detail about her previous encounter and the situation of Ye Wuke. As she spoke, her tone revealed her desire for money and her schemes, showing her clever and independent side. After listening, Zhou Dawei and Cui Hongxian both had a serious expression on their faces.
Zhou Dawei patted his chest, his honest face full of determination: "This matter concerns the safety of the martial arts world, and Zhou Dawei will definitely not shirk from it."
Cui Hongxian's eyes shimmer with intelligence and bravery, as she gently says, " Ye Wuke is so cunning, we must join forces to deal with it."
As the crowd discusses, Xiao Xiangzi ponders, "We still don't understand Ye Wuke's purpose, but he surely has a next move. We must strengthen intelligence gathering and be on high alert."
Mo Deqian had been silent all this time, but now he nodded and spoke with a clear, commanding voice: "We need to divide the work and cooperate, each in our own role. Brother Zhou will be responsible for providing military support, while Miss Cui will assist in gathering intelligence."
Zhou Dawei excitedly responded, "Great! With me, Zhou Dawei, here, we will definitely make that Ye Wuke retreat!"
Cui Hongxian smiled and nodded, looking at Mo Deqian with trust in her eyes: "As long as Mo Deqian is here, we will surely be victorious."
Xiao Xiangzi smiled gently, looking at everyone with a sense of relief in her eyes. Despite their different personalities, everyone held a heart to protect the martial arts world.
The night grew deeper, and the candlelight in the tea house flickered, as if foreshadowing an impending storm. The four of them silently drank their tea, each immersed in their own thoughts. Xiao Xiangzi's eyes sparkled with a scheming light, Zhou Dawei had a simple and honest expression, Cui Hongxian appeared both resolute and agile, while Mo Deqian's gaze was cold and profound, like the cold stars in the deep night.
No matter how the situation changes, only by uniting their wills can they face difficulties and together safeguard the peace of this realm.
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