The cold wind howled through the space between them, lifting their garnts and hair.
The Manor Master of Mingjian Manor, Dugu Yan, was like a War God descending to the world, yet exuding a chilling aura of solemn kill.
He wore a robe as white as snow, crafted from fine material, embroidered with ancient sword patterns in silver thread. As he moved, the robe fluttered lightly, akin to an Immortal descending to the world. However, the long sword in his hand, its blade shimring with a chilling cold light, exuded an extrely fierce killing intent, instantly shattering the ethereal realm around him.
Dugu Yan’s gaze was like lightning, locking onto Gong Sing, and imdiately displayed the "Eight Styles of Mingjian."
The first style "Sword Shadow Dividing Light," his figure suddenly swerved, moving as fast as lightning.
In an instant, a fierce Sword Qi burst forth from the long sword in his hand, drawing a straight and dazzling white light in the air. The intertwined Sword Qi spread out like an invisible net, enshrouding Gong Sing.
A sharp hiss erupted in the air, fragnting under the edge of the Sword Qi, while the surrounding snow was swept up, dancing wildly in the sky.
Gong Sing’s form was graceful and alluring, like a stunning blossom blooming on the icy plain.
She wore a silk gown of golden hue, embroidered with exquisite phoenix patterns, shimring with radiant light under the sun.
A black cloak draped over her, swaying with the wind, adding a layer of mystique and charm. Since marrying Shi Feiyang, she had absorbed the supre bloodline of the Sunflower Saintess from him. At this mont, her eyes radiated confidence and powerful light, her Inner Power unfathomable.
Facing Dugu Yan’s attack, Gong Sing remained unhurried, wielding a python whip made of the sinews of a deep-sea giant serpent and swung it fiercely.
The python whip traced a black arc in the air, like a bolt of black lightning, with imnse strength and a howling wind, directly eting Dugu Yan’s Sword Qi. She unleashed "Spiritual Snake Erging" from the Holy Water Divine Technique, the python whip resembling a nimble giant snake, the tip twitching like a snake’s tongue, precisely striking Dugu Yan’s Sword Qi with a crisp explosion, sparks flying everywhere.
Seeing this, Dugu Yan’s eyes flickered coldly, and he imdiately displayed the second style "Cold Star Chasing the Moon."
His body spun rapidly in the air, the long sword bringing about rings of white Sword Qi halos along with his rotation, akin to cold stars surrounding him, swiftly spinning towards Gong Sing.
Where the Sword Qi passed, the icy surface of the ground was cut into deep ridges, cold air spreading everywhere.
Gong Sing lightly raised her Liu i, her jade hand trembling, the python whip instantly extending in her hand, unveiling "Python Entwining Cold Stars" from the Holy Water Divine Technique. The python whip wound tightly around the circles of Sword Qi halos, the two opposing forces leading to "zing zing" sounds.
Gong Sing, relying on her profound Inner Power, continually poured her surging inner strength into the python whip, which emitted a layer of faint golden light, forming a stark contrast to Dugu Yan’s white Sword Qi.
Dugu Yan snorted coldly, executing the third style "Clear Wind Breaking Clouds." He lightly swung his long sword, an invisible sword wind assaulting Gong Sing, seemingly gentle yet containing formidable power.
Gong Sing’s beautiful eyes sharpened; she abruptly retreated a step and quickly spun the python whip in her hand, unveiling "Water Screen Splendor" from the Holy Water Divine Technique. The python whip rapidly twirled in the air, bringing up a golden veil, like surging sea waves, completely blocking Dugu Yan’s sword wind.
The impact of the veil and sword wind emitted a muffled sound, splintering the ground with deepening cracks under their trendous force.
The two exchanged blows back and forth relentlessly. Dugu Yan relied on extraordinary, fierce swordsmanship, each strike bearing lethal threat; Gong Sing depended on profound Inner Power, fully showcasing the Holy Water Divine Technique.
The air around them twisted under the imnse force, the cracks on the ground crisscrossing like being torn open by a giant, invisible hand.
Yunng Marsh resembled an ancient battlefield sealed in cold, with turbulent winds carrying a blizzard, bustling through the heavens like raging beasts.
The surrounding reeds had long been bent by the weight of snow, trembling in the fierce wind, letting out a mournful wail, as though lanting the brutal skirmish.
The lake surface was icebound, the ice reflecting a chilly light under the overcast sky, like a giant cold mirror, displaying the chaotic and bloody scene of this world. In this realm engulfed completely by winter, the heroes and enemy bandits were already embroiled in a most fierce battle to extinction.
The biting cold wind was like countless sharp blades, slicing across everyone’s faces, yet the heroes showed no fear.
Each of their gazes was as firm as steel, burning with the determination to face death unflinchingly, unyielding to any threat or difficulty.
At this mont, they gripped their weapons tightly, forging ahead without hesitation to fight the enemy bandits to the death, each weapon swing filled with a yearning for victory and a resolve to uphold justice.
Shouting, the clash of weapons, the whistling wind intertwined, reverberating madly over the cold Yunng Marsh, like a tragic yet rousing war song, playing the lody of life-and-death conflict.
The swirling snowflakes were carried by the tumultuous force, dancing erratically in the air, so falling into pools of blood, instantly dyed Yanhong, and later buried again by subsequent snowflakes.
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