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In the ancient ruins, the four heroes, Wind Qingyang, Lin'er, Red Dust, and Shi Potian, stepped into this mysterious ancient area. Every brick, every tile, and every patch of moss seemed to tell the story of past glory and decline. The ancient trees twisted and the vines entwined, casting a deep and unfathomable shadow over the ruins.
Wind Qingyang's eyes revealed a profound light, as his long sword lightly brushed past the dry branches, causing fragments to gently fall to the ground. He quietly said to his companions, "This ruin is unusual, we must be careful with every step."
Lin'er Lightly skipping over a stone, with a playful smile on his face, he responded, "With so many experts around, are we afraid of these ancient stones?"
The whip in Red Dust's hand lightly brushed the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Her eyes were calm like water as she said, "These stones are full of the marks of time, perhaps we can find the clues we have been searching for."
Shi Potian raised the big knife in his hand and laughed, "Whether there are clues or not is secondary. I want to see if this ancient ruin can hone my knife skills."
As the four of them cautiously explored the ruins, suddenly, a gust of wind blew, kicking up a cloud of dust. Within the dust, a huge stone stele came into view. The stele was covered with densely packed ancient characters, seemingly recording some profound martial arts secrets.
Feng Qingyang walked up and carefully observed the words on the stone tablet. His brow furrowed slightly, as if he was trying hard to decipher these ancient words. After a moment, he turned to his companion and said, "The inscription on this stone tablet seems to record an extremely ancient and mysterious martial art. The martial arts principles hidden within far exceed our imagination."
Lin'er curiously leaned over and muttered, "Can you really understand these chicken scratch-like characters?"
Red Dust pondered and said in a low voice, "These words may be related to the Divine Weapon we are looking for. We should study them carefully."
Shi Potian waved his big sword and said with a smile, "It's okay if I don't understand the words. As long as we can find the Divine Weapon, I will be satisfied."
While they were studying the stone stele, suddenly, a hurried footsteps broke the silence of the ruins. A group of figures in black rushed in from all directions, wielding weapons and flashing cold, fierce eyes, clearly skilled subordinates of the Ghost Shadow.
A cold light flashed in Wind Qingyang's eyes as he tightened his grip on his long sword and said in a cold voice, "Perfect timing. Let's test the martial arts secrets on this stele with these heretics."
The battle is about to begin, Lin'er, Red Dust, and Shi Potian have all prepared for the fight.
As the four quickly took their positions, Wind Qingyang stood at the forefront, his long sword trembling slightly, as if sensing the impending battle. His eyes were as deep as a frozen lake, showing no signs of panic, only calm and determination in his expression.
Lin'er stood on the side of the wind Qingyang, gracefully spinning her Frost Sword in her hand, drawing beautiful trajectories in the air. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she said with a smile, "These black-clothed people really have no foresight, daring to cause trouble at this time. It's just right for us to try out our new moves."
Hongchen and Shi Potian stood on the other two sides. Hongchen lightly danced her long whip, resembling an agile black snake, while Shi Potian tightly gripped his broadsword, its blade shimmering with cold light, his eyes filled with the thirst for battle.
A group of people in black rushed forward, their attack was fierce, and each person demonstrated extraordinary martial arts skills. However, facing the seamless cooperation of the four heroes, they gradually felt the pressure.
As the long sword of Feng Qingyang danced, it stirred up bursts of wind, and each strike was precise, aiming directly at the opponent's vital points. His movements revealed a kind of calm and dignified majesty, causing the people in black to step back with each strike.
Lin'er demonstrates her Lightness skill to the fullest, like a nimble swallow darting through the enemy ranks, occasionally emitting a clear laughter. Her swordsmanship is agile and swift, with each swing carrying a chilling aura, leaving the enemies defenseless.
Under the control of Red Dust, the whip transforms into countless shadows, each strike landing heavily on the black-clothed figures, making it difficult for them to approach. Her every move is filled with calmness and precision, suffocating the enemies.
Shi Potian's broadsword was like a bamboo cutting through the wind, with each swing carrying earth-shattering force, directly sending the black-clothed men flying. His boldness and bravery were undoubtedly displayed at this moment, causing all the enemies to feel deep fear.
The battle continued for a moment, and the black-clothed men finally retreated under the powerful attacks of the four heroes. The extraordinary martial arts of Feng Qingyang and the others not only defeated the black-clothed men but also turned this ancient ruin into a magnificent and unparalleled battle. The four's tacit cooperation and their individual martial arts turned this battle into an artistic performance.
As the last enemy fell, the four heroes stood in the ruins, panting, but their eyes were filled with the joy of victory and a firm belief. This battle was not only a test of their skills, but also a test of their character.
Feng Qingyang walked back to the stone stele and gazed deeply at the ancient characters. This ruin, this stele, would become an important turning point for them in the martial world.
As the dust of the battle settled, the gaze of Feng Qingyang, Lin'er, Hongchen, and Shi Potian once again focused on the mysterious stone stele carved with ancient characters in front of them. This stele was not only the most striking presence in this ruin, but also seemed to conceal important clues about the lost Divine Weapon.
Feng Qingyang gazed at the stele, his fingers lightly tracing the unevenly carved characters, as if trying to establish a connection with these ancient symbols. His eyes revealed a hint of determination as he murmured, "These characters are not just records, but more like a guide, leading us to find that lost Divine Weapon."
Lin'er stood aside and playfully glanced at the serious profile of Wind Qingyang, lightly saying, "Wind Hero, it's rare to see you so deep in thought. However, these ancient characters are indeed profound. Even I feel dizzy and overwhelmed looking at them." She said, rubbing her temples with a helpless expression.
Red Dust approached the stone stele, her gaze like frozen ice, calm and profound. She pointed to a section of text on the stele and explained in a low voice, "These symbols may seem random, but they conceal the laws of operation between heaven and earth. If one can fathom the mysteries within, perhaps it could unlock the secret of the Divine Weapon."
Shi Potian curiously circled around the stone stele, occasionally expressing astonishment. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and excitedly said, "No wonder the patterns on this stele look so familiar. It turns out they are identical to a certain symbol in my master's sword manual! Could there really be some great secret hidden here?"
The four of them gathered around the stele, each expressing their own opinions, attempting to unravel this mystery. Wind Qingyang analyzed everyone's viewpoints one by one. His thoughts seemed to shuttle through time and space, attempting to find the path to the truth. Suddenly, he stopped and locked his gaze on a small groove in the corner of the stele, which seemed to be part of some kind of mechanism.
The wind Qingyang gestured for everyone to be silent, then slowly reached out his finger to gently touch the groove. At that moment, the stone monument emitted a slight vibration, and then the words on the stone monument began to slowly change, as if they had been given life.
Everyone was amazed at the sight. It turned out that the words on this stone monument were not static symbols, but a special mechanism hiding deeper secrets.
As the text changes, stories about the legend of the Divine Weapon gradually emerge. These stories tell of the origin of the Divine Weapon and also indicate the way to use it.
A smile appeared on Qingyang's face, as if he had found the key to solving the mystery. He turned to the others and said, "The secret on this stone tablet has been unlocked, and the use of the Divine Weapon is becoming clear. However, wielding the Divine Weapon requires not only strength, but also a steadfast heart."
Lin'er clapped his hands and said with a smile, "So that's how it is. The martial world is even more exciting than I imagined. Where should we go from here?"
Qingyang looked determined, his voice filled with resolve. "Now that we know the origin and usage of the Divine Weapon, we should embark on the path of cultivation. However, this journey will surely be filled with dangers, so we need to be fully prepared."
The world nods in agreement, her eyes revealing determination: "Despite the challenges ahead, we will overcome all obstacles."
Shi Potian raises his broadsword, his ambition soaring: "As long as we are united, there is no obstacle we cannot overcome. Let us together, write our own legend!"
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