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Under the cover of night, they led the team quietly approaching the narrow path. Every step was taken with extreme caution, afraid of making any noise.
Just as they were about to approach the path, suddenly, a cold sword aura swept across, pointing directly at Zen Chuan and Xuanchi. At this critical moment, Xuanchi quickly drew his sword to meet it, clashing head-on with the sword aura.
With a loud noise, Xuanchi's figure trembled slightly, but he quickly steadied himself. The owner of the sword energy also appeared, a warrior dressed in black standing before them, wielding a long sword with a cold gaze.
Zen Chuan and Xuanchi immediately became alert, knowing that the strength of this black-clad warrior was far from ordinary. This would be an unavoidable battle.
The black-clad warrior stared coldly at them, as if trying to read something from their eyes. However, in the face of such a confrontation, Zen Chuan and Xuanchi showed no signs of backing down, both prepared to face the challenge.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass on our territory?" The black-clad warrior's voice was deep and powerful, carrying unquestionable authority.
Zen Chuan replied lightly, "We mean no harm, we are just passing through. Since we are not welcome, we will leave immediately."
However, the black-clad warrior clearly had no intention of letting them off so easily. He sneered, "Passing through? Do you think I would believe such words? Since you're here, don't even think about leaving."
As soon as the words fell, the black-clad warrior brandished his sword and launched an attack. His swordsmanship was swift and fierce, with each strike carrying the force of Fu Ton and thunder, directly pressing against Zen Chuan and Xuanchi.
Facing such a formidable enemy, Zen Chuan and Xuanchi showed no fear, instead meeting the challenge head-on. Zen Chuan wielded her short sword, using her unique swordsmanship to engage the opponent, while Xuanchi utilized his profound swordsmanship skills to engage in a fierce duel with the black-clad warrior.
The battle was extremely intense, and every encounter between the three of them was filled with danger. However, the tacit cooperation between Zen Chuan and Xuanchi gradually gave them the upper hand in the battle.
Just then, suddenly, the sound of an alarm rang out in the base, apparently someone had discovered their whereabouts. This added even more sense of crisis to the already tense battle.
Zen Chuan and Xuanchi realized that they had to end this battle as soon as possible, otherwise, once surrounded by other warriors in the base, the situation would become extremely unfavorable.
So they intensified their offensive, every move filled with killing intent. Under their fierce attacks, the black-clothed warrior began to feel the pressure, and his movements started to become somewhat disordered.
Just as the black-clad warrior appeared somewhat disheveled, Zen Chuan found an opportunity. Her short sword darted out like a swimming dragon, aiming directly for the opponent's vital points. At the same time, Xuanchi also launched an attack, his long sword carrying a chilling sword energy as it slashed towards the side of the black-clad warrior's neck.
Faced with such fierce attacks, the black-clad warrior, despite resisting with all his might, ultimately could not withstand the seamless coordination between Zen Chuan and Xuanchi. With a muffled groan, he finally fell to the ground, unable to move.
After the battle, Zen Chuan and Xuanchi quickly searched the black-clad warrior, hoping to find some useful information. However, apart from some scattered items, they didn't discover any significant clues.
At that moment, the alarm inside the base grew louder and louder, indicating that a large number of warriors were on their way. Zen Chuan and Xuanchi realized that they had to leave immediately, or they would be in extremely dangerous territory.
They quickly summoned the other members of the team and prepared to evacuate. However, just as they were about to leave, suddenly, a powerful aura surged from deep within the base, and a figure in a black robe slowly emerged.
The aura of this figure in black robes was unfathomable, and every step seemed to carry an infinite sense of oppression. His gaze was cold and direct, staring straight at Zen Chuan and Xuanchi, as if he wanted to see right through them.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the territory of the South Palace?" The voice of the black-robed figure was deep and powerful, each word carrying unquestionable authority.
Zen Chuan and Xuanchi exchanged a glance, both realizing that the black-robed figure before them was likely the key figure of this emerging power. Faced with such an opponent, they had to proceed with even greater caution.
Zen Chuan Faintly responded: "We didn't mean to intrude, we were just passing through. If we have offended, we hope for your forgiveness."
However, the figure in the black robe clearly had no intention of letting them off easily. He sneered, "Passing through? Do you think I would believe such words? Since you're here, don't even think about leaving."
As soon as the words fell, the figure in the black robe waved his hand and launched an attack. Every move he made carried astonishing power, as if he intended to completely eliminate Zen Chuan and Xuanchi from this world.
In an instant, Zen Chuan and Xuanchi understood that the enemy before them was formidable, and they would have to exert all their strength to have a chance at survival. Zen Chuan gracefully stepped back, her short sword in hand like a nimble serpent ready to meet the black-robed figure's attack. Xuanchi, on the other hand, remained calm, wielding his long sword to conjure gusts of chilling Fu Ton, creating an invisible pincer movement with Zen Chuan.
The man in black robes noticed the situation and raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly surprised by the strength of Zen Chuan and Xuanchi. However, his attack did not weaken in the slightest because of this, but instead became more fierce. His palm Fu Ton s came like a violent storm, with each strike seeming to tear through the air.
The battle reached a fever pitch in an instant, and every collision between the three seemed to cause the valley to tremble. Despite their perfect coordination, Zen Chuan and Xuanchi felt an unprecedented pressure, as the man in black robes' strength far exceeded their expectations.
At that moment, a gleam flashed in Zen Chuan's eyes, as if she had caught a tiny flaw in the black-robed person's attack. She whispered to Xuanchi, " Xuanchi, get ready!"
Xuanchi understood, and they launched their ultimate moves almost simultaneously. Zen Chuan's short sword, with a faint ghostly light, stabbed towards the side of the black-robed person, while Xuanchi's long sword transformed into a Cold Star, aiming straight for the opponent's throat.
Faced with such a sharp pincer attack, the man in black finally showed a look of difficulty. He quickly retreated, trying to avoid this fatal blow, but in this extreme state, he was still a step too slow.
With a light sound, Zen Chuan's short sword successfully pierced the man in black's side, while Xuanchi's long sword grazed his neck, leaving a shallow bloodstain. The man in black's face changed, obviously suffering a serious injury.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zen Chuan and Xuanchi did not relax in the slightest, but instead intensified their attacks. They knew full well that if they missed this moment, it would be almost impossible to find such a good opportunity again.
However, at this critical moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from deep within the base, followed by an unimaginably powerful aura sweeping through the battlefield.
Zen Chuan and Xuanchi almost simultaneously felt the strong presence of this aura. Their expressions became serious. They realized that there might be a more powerful presence hidden in the base than the cloaked figure. Zen Chuan tightly gripped the short sword in hand and said to Xuanchi in a low voice, "It seems that we have encountered an unexpected formidable enemy. We must proceed with even greater caution."
Xuanchi nodded, a determined look flashing in his eyes as he calmly responded, "No matter how strong the opponent is, we cannot retreat here. For the peace of the martial arts world, even if there is a bottomless abyss ahead, we must move forward bravely."
At this moment, a figure slowly walked from the depths of the base, his steps steady, each one seeming to shake the earth. When this person walked into the moonlight, Zen Chuan and Xuanchi could finally see clearly that the visitor was a tall and stern-looking middle-aged man. His gaze was as sharp as a sword, sweeping past as if to penetrate all secrets.
The middle-aged man's gaze finally settled on Zen Chuan and Xuanchi, and he asked in a deep voice, "You have invaded my South Palace, what is your intention?"
Zen Chuan Shen Wen responded calmly: "We mean no harm, we just ended up here by mistake. If we have offended you, we hope for your understanding."
However, the middle-aged man did not waver, but instead became more imposing, saying, "Mistake? Do you think I would believe such a lame excuse? Tell me, what is your true purpose?"
Facing the other's question, Zen Chuan and Xuanchi locked eyes for a moment, both understanding that the person before them was no simple character, and that no lie could escape his scrutiny. Xuanchi spoke up, "Since we can't hide it, I'll be frank. Our purpose in this journey is indeed to investigate, to understand the true intentions of the emerging power in the south. We don't wish to be your enemy, but we also can't stand by while the martial world is threatened."
The middle-aged man furrowed his brow slightly upon hearing this, as if pondering something. After a moment, he spoke slowly, "Since you are concerned for the safety of the martial world, I can tell you that we, the Nangong, have no ill intentions. Everything we do is for the greater good of the martial world."
This conversation surprised both Zen Chuan and Xuanchi. They didn't expect such a response from each other. Zen Chuan asked with a hint of confusion, "If that's the case, why not make it public in the martial arts world, instead of acting in secret and causing such misunderstandings?"
The middle-aged man sighed with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "Within the martial arts world, there are many conflicts of interest, and very few things are straightforward. Our Nangong faction's secretive actions are also a last resort. Now that you have discovered it today, I will no longer conceal it."
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