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The first light of dawn, the air is filled with an unprecedented tension. Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord stand at the forefront, their faces devoid of last night's gentleness, replaced by determination and calmness before the battle. As time passes, an epic battle is about to begin.
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord scans the crowd, his deep voice echoing in the morning air: "Fellow Daoists, in today's battle, it's either victory or defeat. What we are protecting is not only the peace of Fairyland, but also the future of every living being."
Molan tightly grasped the mysterious spirit sword that was radiating light, with a determined look in his eyes. He gave a slight smile to the Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord beside him, silently conveying confidence and determination.
The crowd echoed in unison, a resolute and courageous response that needed no words. They knew that this battle was crucial to the fate of Fairyland, and that each of them was an important force in protecting the peace of this land.
Later, Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord raised his hand and directed the orderly Cultivator troops to advance towards the direction of Cheng Moyao's forces. In the sky, flashes of light suddenly appeared, which were the magical auras of the Cultivator alliance preparing for battle, adding a sense of sacredness and solemnity to the impending conflict.
The sound of war drums echoed as the two forces finally clashed on the battlefield. With the resounding echo of the war drums, Cheng Moyao's troops and the Cultivator alliance engaged in fierce combat. In this life-and-death battle, Cheng Moyao stood at the forefront, his black robe fluttering in the wind, his dark sword emitting a chilling light, as if thirsting for the victory of battle and the bloody proof.
On the other side of the battlefield, Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord fought side by side, commanding the members of the Immortal Alliance to hold their ground. Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord's gaze was calm and determined, every command precise, demonstrating his outstanding strategic vision and unparalleled leadership.
At this moment, Cheng Moyao suddenly led a small team of elites towards Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, his objective clear - to directly destroy the core strength of the Immortal Alliance. As the two forces were about to collide, Cheng Moyao suddenly stopped in his tracks, his gaze piercing through the chaos of the battlefield, directly focusing on Molan.
Molan felt Cheng Moyao's gaze and couldn't help but furrow her brows, but her attitude was firm and unyielding. Cheng Moyao then spoke softly, his voice unusually clear amidst the chaos of the battlefield, carrying an imperceptible tenderness: "Molan, are you really willing to oppose me for him? You know my intentions, my past. We could be the most compatible partners. Choose me, and I can give you everything you desire."
After listening, Molan took a deep breath, her voice firm and powerful: " Cheng Moyao, I acknowledge your talent and charm, but I cannot accept your methods and ambitions. I fight alongside Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord because we want to protect the peace of Fairyland. This is far more important than personal desires."
Cheng Moyao's face flashed with disappointment, but quickly regained composure. He turned to Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord with a challenging tone: "Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, it seems you know well how to captivate people's hearts. But this war will come to an end, and I will personally put an end to it."
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord's gaze was intense as he responded: " Cheng Moyao, victory on the battlefield does not mean everything. Even if you win today, you cannot win people's hearts. True power comes from the Tao and belief."
Cheng Moyao sneered, said nothing more, and then waved his sword, leading his troops back into the battle. Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord followed closely, gathering all their strength to engage in a fierce confrontation with Cheng Moyao's troops.
The showdown between Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord and Cheng Moyao was like the collision of thunder and storm, causing the heavens and earth to change color. The Tian Gang Sword in Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord's hand clashed with Cheng Moyao's magic sword, erupting with earth-shattering sounds. The battle between the two seemed to turn everything around them into nothingness.
Molan not only assists Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord in battle, but also commands the Masters of the Immortal Alliance to hold their ground. She shuttles on the battlefield, her sword flashing, cheering on the Masters of the Immortal Alliance. Her presence is like a dawn, illuminating the hearts of the Masters.
As the battle reaches its most intense moment, with swords flashing and momentum soaring, Cheng Moyao sees an opportunity. His sword strikes towards Molan like lightning. At this critical moment, with all eyes focused on this fatal blow, Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord swiftly steps in front of Molan, bearing the brunt of the blow with lightning speed.
"Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord!" Molan exclaimed, her eyes filled with worry and anxiety as she saw blood seeping from the corner of Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord's mouth, causing her heart to ache.
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord wiped the blood from his hand expressionlessly, yet remained steadfastly in front of Molan, his voice low and powerful, "Don't be afraid, Molan, I'm here."
Cheng Moyao saw the situation and a sly smile curled his lips. Waving his magic sword, he sneered, "Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, you always think so highly of yourself. Do you think you can protect her for a lifetime?"
Upon hearing this, Molan's eyes flashed with determination. She straightened her posture and firmly replied, " Cheng Moyao, you're wrong. It's not just him protecting me. We fight side by side. No matter what challenges we face, we will forge the path of cultivation together. That is the true meaning of our cultivation."
This speech is like the first ray of sunlight in the morning, illuminating every corner of the battlefield. Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord listened, with surprise in his eyes, which quickly turned into deep joy. Fighting side by side with Molan was the most correct choice he had made in his life.
Cheng Moyao saw the unwavering emotions of Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord and Molan, knowing that mere words could not shake them. He could only snort coldly and launch another fierce attack with his sword. But at this moment, he was no longer facing a solitary opponent, but a pair of comrades whose hearts were connected and inseparable.
The battle intensified, and the coordination between Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord became more tacit. Their swordsmanship complemented each other, making them both formidable in attack and defense, putting pressure on Cheng Moyao. In this life-and-death struggle, they showed unprecedented resilience, with their true strength coming from their trust in each other and their unwavering fighting spirit.
Finally, in a carefully planned attack, Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord joined forces to unleash a dazzling and peerless sword energy, directly striking Cheng Moyao. Despite Cheng Moyao's strength, facing the coordinated efforts of Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, he was ultimately overwhelmed and forced back several steps, sustaining serious injuries.
Cheng Moyao stood among the chaotic rocks, a hint of unprecedented weakness and struggle flashing in his eyes. "Molan, I..." His voice was low and weary, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by a burst of sword energy.
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord gazed at Cheng Moyao and said coldly, " Cheng Moyao, your ambition has come to an end. But today, I will not take your life. I hope you will remember this defeat and cease your delusions of dominating Fairyland."
Cheng Moyao deeply looked at Molan with complex and indiscernible eyes, then in the next moment, turned into a black shadow and escaped from the battlefield.
After Cheng Moyao disappeared from the battlefield, Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord quickly pursued. Their footsteps passed through dense forests, eventually arriving at a secluded waterfall. Cheng Moyao stood by the waterfall, with his back to them, seemingly waiting for this final confrontation.
Molan approached cautiously, paying attention to the movements around her, her expression carrying a sense of solemnity. Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, on the other hand, walked with determination, his expression calm, displaying his decisive leadership.
" Cheng Moyao, I finally found you," Molan spoke, her voice clear amidst the roaring of the waterfall.
Cheng Moyao turned around slowly, with a mysterious smile on his face. "Molan, I really didn't expect you to chase us all the way here."
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord took a step forward and said coldly, " Cheng Moyao, your actions have harmed countless creatures in Fairyland. Now, will you surrender and accept Fairyland's judgment?"
Cheng Moyao smiled, seemingly unconcerned about the threat of Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord. "Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, we are both cultivators, why be so attached to these superficial constraints?"
Molan frowned disapprovingly, " Cheng Moyao, how dare you say such things? Your ambition nearly destroyed the peace of Fairyland. Do you think this is how a cultivator should behave?"
Cheng Moyao His face darkened, then quickly returned to calm. "Molan, I just want to seek a more powerful path, one that you may not understand."
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord Sneered, " Cheng Moyao, your so-called 'powerful path' is built on the suffering of others. What meaning does such a path have?"
The atmosphere among the three people became increasingly tense, and the air near the waterfall seemed to freeze.
At that moment, Cheng Moyao suddenly flashed and tried to escape, but Molan was prepared and swung his sword to intercept him with a sword energy. Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord also immediately used the technique of wind and thunder to trap Cheng Moyao in a magic circle.
Cheng Moyao tried to struggle, but soon found himself unable to break through the formation formed by Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord and Molan working together.
" Cheng Moyao, your end has come," Molan said firmly.
Cheng Moyao took a deep breath, finally letting go of the magic sword in his hand. Facing Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, his expression was complex, with a hint of indiscernible emotion flashing in his eyes. "It seems that I have truly lost to you."
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord took a few steps forward, looking directly into Cheng Moyao's eyes. His voice carried unwavering determination. " Cheng Moyao, the laws of Fairyland will eventually give you a fair judgment. Your talent and wisdom could have brought prosperity to Fairyland, but unfortunately, you chose the wrong path."
Cheng Moyao smiled slightly, as if he had anticipated the impending judgment. He turned to Molan and said, "Molan, I have always believed that you are the most extraordinary woman I have ever met. Even if I end up in this situation today, I have no regrets about trying to win you over."
After hearing this, Molan responded with a hint of complexity in her heart, " Cheng Moyao, the path of life is one's own choice. I hope that in the days to come, you can truly understand that the true meaning of power lies not in domination, but in protection."
Cheng Moyao fell silent for a moment, then nodded, "Perhaps you are right, Molan."
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