The ruins of Zixiao Palace resemble an ancient battlefield forgotten by ti. The dilapidated walls stand solitary in the biting cold wind, each mottled stone like a silent witness to history, whispering the glory and splendor of days past.
Shi Feiyang and his fellow heroes, filled with utmost vigilance, cautiously stepped into these mysterious and danger-laden ruins.
The cold wind, like sharp blades, cut their faces, stinging painfully. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the sound of the wind howling by their ears, as if singing an ancient and mysterious ballad.
Suddenly, a lodious yet chilling sound of a zither flowed in from all directions like an invisible undercurrent.
The zither music seed to carry a srizing power, sending a shiver through one's heart.
Soon after, a group of people clad in Daoist robes appeared without warning from every dark corner, like phantoms sneaking out from the Nine Nether Hell.
They moved without sound, like ghosts traversing the dark, yet as swift as lightning. In the blink of an eye, they gathered together to form a Tai Chi Sword Array, as if it had existed since the beginning of ti.
Within the Sword Array, the aura moved fluidly, like a living entity. It seed as if invisible hands wove and pulled at the air, containing a mysterious and terrifying power capable of engulfing and obliterating all in its path.
However, Shi Feiyang's eyes were as sharp as the keenest hawk in the chill of night. With a single sweep, he keenly detected that the seemingly flawless Tai Chi Sword Array, embodying the supre principles of the Daoist School, was secretly harboring the deadly and sinister tactics of Japan's Iaido Slash.
Cautiously, he warned his companions in a low voice, "Be careful, everyone. This Sword Array seems orthodox but hides Japan's lethal techniques. It is truly no friend."
The heroes nodded in agreent, tightened their grip on their weapons, and stood ready.
In an instant, the tense atmosphere, like a turbulent wave, expanded rapidly with overwhelming force, akin to an invisible giant hand clutching the throats of everyone present, leaving them almost breathless.
The surrounding air froze under this terrifying tension, becoming thick and sluggish. Every breath felt like piercing through a heavy barrier, extrely arduous. Just as everyone stood ready, nerves taut like tightly drawn bowstrings, a slightly careless move would break them, a stele engraved with ancient runes in the Sword Array suddenly exploded without warning.
"Boom!" An earth-shaking roar, as if the world was collapsing and the sky turning upside down, echoed across the ruins like thunder erupting from a clear sky, reverberating for a long ti.
Countless fragnts, like ghosts driven by the scythe-wielding Death God, whistled sharply, capable of piercing the soul directly, flying toward everyone at an astonishing speed akin to madness and bewildernt.
These fragnts drew sharp and lethal arcs in the air. Wherever they went, the air, fragile as paper, tore instantly, emitting a horrifying, bone-chilling "sizzle," and even space seed unable to withstand such powerful and terrifying impact, rippling slightly. Shi Feiyang responded swiftly, like a light streaking through the black night sky; in a flash, he rapidly channeled the Bright Jade Technique.
Instantly, a warm and radiant jade-colored aura enveloped him.
The aura, like shimring waves on a sunlit spring lake, was gentle yet imbued with an inherent, awe-inspiring majesty and holiness. At this mont, he seed like a Jade-faced War God descended to dispel darkness and evil.
He instinctively turned to glance at Yili, Bai Zhi, Gong Sing, and Qi izhen, his eyes flashing with concern, and shouted loudly, "Ladies, be careful and guard yourselves!"
In his hand, the Celestial Frost Blade, highlighted by the jade-colored aura, appeared even colder and more intimidating. Its blade shimred with a ghostly chill like a cold pool frozen for millennia, hiding endless icy intent. His wrist flicked rapidly, and the Celestial Frost Blade moved quickly, its multiple blade shadows entwining tightly in the air, forming an impenetrable defensive web that blocked the incoming fragnts one by one.
Soon, the continuous "ding-ding" clash sounded like a stirring and heroic battle anthem, played on this danger-looming ground akin to Asura Hell.
Lie Quan, wielding the Heaven and Earth Saber, witnessed this heart-stopping, life-or-death mont, and a flash of insight struck his mind like lightning.
He took a deep breath, his chest heaving like a volcano about to erupt, his hands gripping the Heaven and Earth Saber tightly like iron clamps. On the blade, the ghostly light grew even stronger, greedily accumulating infinite power. Suddenly, with a shout as resonant as a great bell, he unleashed the Qiankun Power-Borrowing Technique, an exquisite skill of borrowing force to strike.
His form spun like a black whirlwind; as he moved, the saber followed, its energy spread in all directions, slicing the surrounding space into countless fragnts.
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