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As time passes, the reputation of Lin'er and Qingyang in the martial arts world has become more prominent. They are not only symbols of chivalry, but also outstanding figures among the younger generation. The legend of the Divine Weapon continues to spread in the martial arts world, and in the heart of every warrior lies a dream of finding that legendary Divine Weapon that has shaken the past and present. However, along with this dream, there are endless investigations and threats. The name Ghost Shadow hangs over them like a shadow, casting a chilling feeling whenever mentioned.
One afternoon, with the sun high in the sky and not a cloud in sight, Lin'er and Qingyang arrived at a tranquil bamboo forest. The swaying bamboo shadows created a serene atmosphere. They settled here to practice their martial arts and to evade the watchful eyes of Ghost Shadow. The tranquility of the bamboo forest allowed them to temporarily set aside their worries and focus on honing their skills, preparing for the potential challenges that lie ahead.
However, the peaceful days did not last long. The influence of that shadow, like a plague, gradually drew near. After their daily training, they would send out carrier pigeons to notify friendly martial artists to stay vigilant.
As night fell and the moonlight shone like water, Lin'er and Qingyang sat by the campfire, feeling the tranquility of the night. They talked to each other about their past experiences and the road ahead, occasionally showing warm smiles. On this path filled with unknowns and dangers, their hearts also drew closer in this unspoken understanding.
They chatted and laughed, reminiscing about the hardships and warmth along the way, unaware that a shadow had quietly descended. Suddenly, the silence of the night was shattered by a rapid sound of footsteps coming from a distance. They immediately became alert, gripping their weapons tightly and staring sharply into the darkness.
A group of people in black emerged from the night, led by a stern-looking man, Cold Frost, a trusted subordinate of Ghost Shadow. His eyes were cold and his gaze pierced Qingyang and Lin'er, exuding undisguised killing intent in the night.
Qingyang tightly gripped the hilt of the sword, a hint of tension flashing in his calm eyes, while Lin'er also gritted his teeth, preparing for the impending battle. Cold Frost smiled, waved his hand, and the black-clothed figures surged towards them like a tide, swords flashing, war drums thundering, a life-and-death battle quietly unfolding in the night.
"Hehe, just as I expected, Lin'er and Feng Qingyang are hiding here. I was worried it would take some effort to find you," Cold Frost sneered, his eyes gleaming with a cold light.
Lin'er and Qingyang remained silent, tightly gripping their weapons, ready for battle at any moment. Lengshuang slowly approached, and the black-clothed figures surrounding them closed in.
"It seems you have no intention of revealing the whereabouts of the Divine Weapon," Lengshuang's words were filled with threat and indifference.
Qingyang looked at him lightly and said, "The Divine Weapon is not something that the likes of you evil-doers can control. Don't blame us for being heartless in today's matter."
As soon as the words fell, Qingyang's figure rushed towards Lengshuang like a raging wind, and the long sword drew a dazzling light under the moonlight. Lengshuang calmly drew out her sword and met Qingyang's attack. Sword energy flew horizontally, and even the moonlight in the night sky seemed to tremble. Lin'er also joined the battle with her sword, and the people in black clothes all stepped forward. In an instant, the intent to kill was fully revealed in the interplay of sword light and shadows.
The battle grew more intense, Qingyang and Lin'er fought back to back, their swordsmanship seamlessly coordinated, every sword move threatening the black-clothed figures, keeping them at bay. Cold Frost's expression grew darker, knowing that victory today would not come easily.
In the moonlight, their figures intertwined, each sword move filled with tension and excitement, every eye contact full of understanding. Qingyang's swordplay was powerful and thunderous, with sword energy flying, while Lin'er was agile and swift, her short sword piercing the night sky like a shooting star, their coordination was flawless, as if it was meant to be.
Cold Frost suddenly launched a fierce attack, her sword as fast as lightning, directly striking towards Qingyang. Qingyang quickly contracted her body, deflecting Cold Frost's sword, and then counterattacked. Lin'er also refused to show weakness, swiftly thrusting her short sword to drive back several of the black-clothed figures. However, the sheer number of the black-clothed figures forced her to divide her attention.
Seizing the opportunity, Cold Frost shifted her sword's momentum, aiming the tip directly at Qingyang's throat. Qingyang urgently blocked with her sword, but Cold Frost's attack was ruthless, the tip of her sword grazing against Qingyang's, sparking a fire. Seeing this, Lin'er hastily swung her sword to intercept Cold Frost's attack, allowing Qingyang to catch her breath. Grateful, Qingyang once again fought side by side with Lin'er, their swordsmanship and footwork becoming increasingly synchronized.
The attack of the men in black was fierce, but with the cooperation of Qingyang and Lin'er, they were never able to get close to the two. Whenever the men in black seemed to be pressing forward, they could find a flaw, forcing the men in black to retreat. However, Leng Shuang's attack became increasingly intense, with his sword moves changing constantly, forcing Qingyang and Lin'er to put more effort into their defense.
Leng Shuang aimed at Lin'er, and his sword suddenly changed, swiftly stabbing towards her heart. Lin'er couldn't react in time and hurriedly dodged, but Leng Shuang's sword pressure was relentless, and she felt the pressure increasing. At this moment, Qingyang swung his sword at Leng Shuang, forcing him to step back, giving Lin'er a chance to catch her breath.
The two stood firm once again, facing their enemies together, determined to overcome the current difficulties and continue their journey.
With a serious expression, Leng Shuang had originally thought it would be easy to defeat these young martial arts newcomers, but their swordsmanship and coordination had put unprecedented pressure on him. Leng Shuang's swordsmanship was fierce and his moves were cunning, but facing the close coordination and fierce swordsmanship of Qingyang and Lin'er, he gradually felt overwhelmed.
As the battle continued, the black-clothed figures around fell one by one in a sea of blood and corpses. Their swordsmanship became increasingly unable to approach Lin'er and Qingyang, while Leng Shuang was forced to retreat step by step. Lin'er thrust a sword towards Leng Shuang, who desperately blocked it, but Qingyang's sword came like lightning, leaving Leng Shuang no choice but to defend with all his might.
Qingyang unleashed a powerful sword technique, with the sword energy soaring into the sky, heading straight for Leng Shuang. Leng Shuang hastily blocked with his sword, but the force of the sword energy made his sword tremble incessantly, and the cold light on the sword tip flickered in the moonlight. Suddenly, with a loud bang, Leng Shuang's sword was sent flying, and in his terrified eyes, he only saw Qingyang's shining sword. In an instant, a sword energy slashed through, and Leng Shuang's figure flew backwards, crashing heavily to the ground, never to rise again.
The black-clothed people around were shocked and terrified, scattering like they had seen a ghost. Qingyang and Lin'er also knew that this was just a small branch of the Ghost Shadow force, and the real threat was still ahead. They sheathed their swords and exchanged a determined look, knowing that the true danger lay in the mastermind behind the scenes, Ghost Shadow.
Standing in the moonlight, Qingyang and Lin'er said nothing to each other, but their hearts were filled with countless words. Today's battle had once again demonstrated their loyalty and bravery to each other. The black-clothed people had fled, and Cold Frost was seriously injured and unable to fight, but they knew that this was just the beginning of the war. The real threat lay with the mastermind in the shadows, Ghost Shadow.
They sheathed their swords, and Qingyang walked to the side of Lengshuang, bowing his head to look at him: "Tell your master that the secret of the Divine Weapon is not something he can know. Today, I'll let you off, but if you come again, you won't be so lucky." Lengshuang coughed painfully a few times, his resentful eyes filled with hatred, but he was too weak to respond, and could only sigh deeply.
Qingyang turned back to Lin'er and looked into Lin'er' eyes, seeing the same determination in himself.
Lin'er put away his worries and smiled lightly, saying, "Today's battle has shown us our shortcomings. It seems we need to train harder to face potential threats."
Qingyang nodded.
They rekindled the bonfire, sat down, and Qingyang said softly, "Today's events have made me realize even more that only strength can protect everything we cherish." He looked at the fire, a determined glint in his eyes.
Lin'er Looking at the side profile of Qingyang, I gained more confidence in my heart.
As the night deepened, they talked by the bonfire, expressing their feelings and thoughts of the day, and sharing their innermost thoughts. The bamboo forest in the moonlight seemed to be warmed by their words, and the light of the bonfire illuminated their steadfast beliefs.
As the night fell, they gradually fell asleep in the quiet of the bamboo forest.
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