His gaze was fixed intently on Xie Zhichuan, ready to make his move at any critical mont, secretly vigilant in his heart to guard against any unforeseen events.
Xie Zhichuan’s figure fluttered like a ghost, skillfully dodging several strikes in succession, yet Blood Rakshasa’s offensive was like a surging tide, growing increasingly fierce, each move infused with all her fury. At this mont, Blood Rakshasa’s jade face was filled with killing intent, eyes blazing like twin burning flas. With a "swoosh," her long whip lashed out again, carving a terrifying arc in the air, like a red dragon breaking free from its shackles, carrying a fierce wind as it charged towards Xie Zhichuan.
Xie Zhichuan’s expression changed slightly, letting out a bitter smile, a smile full of helplessness and resoluteness, like a leaf lingered in a storm.
In an instant, he drew his sword with a sudden motion, with a sound of "clang," the blade glinted with cold light, like a mournful teor streaking across the cold night, its fierce Sword Qi scattering all around, faintly glowing with a chilling blue light in the night.
He called out loudly: "Blood Rakshasa, today’s matter, it is you who forced relentlessly; do not bla for being ruthless!" This shout was like thunder suddenly erupting on the flat ground, the rolling sound waves traveled far in the silent desert night, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.
Blood Rakshasa let out a cold snort, her voice like a cold cicada, as silent as an iceberg, exuding an aura of icy coldness.
In her hand, the long whip moved like a Spiritual Snake, cracking as it lashed out again, the whip’s tip carried a howling wind, akin to a sharp blade.
Xie Zhichuan’s figure swayed, like willow catkins in the wind, light and graceful yet hiding mysteries, his treasure sword struck upwards with the montum, as a flash of cold light passed by, akin to a teor chasing the moon, with a crisp sound of "crack," like a boulder splitting, instantly cutting a piece off the whip’s tip with his sharp sword.
The severed whip tip floated weakly in the night sky, like a life severed, slowly drifting down, adding a touch of desolation.
Seeing this, Blood Rakshasa’s eyebrows furrowed sharply, like two sharp Willow Leaf Sabers, her beautiful eyes widened as she angrily shouted: "Hmph! Even with a sharp blade in hand, how could I fear you!" Before her words fell, she wielded her whip and sword, displaying an extrely nimble set of moves.
For a mont, her movents were nimble, like a colorful butterfly dancing gracefully among flowers, and also like a ghost shuttling through the night, dazzling to the eye.
The whip’s shadow and the sword’s light combined into an impenetrable web of light and shadow, engaging in a stalemate with Xie Zhichuan, both sides attacking and defending, unable to determine superiority. Under the night sky, Sword Qi crisscrossed, whip shadows flying, the air being torn apart by the fierce offensive, creating a "hissing" sound.
Suddenly, Xie Zhichuan raised his head and let out a long howl, a sound high-pitched and intense, like dragon roars and tiger howls, shaking the surroundings, causing even the distant sand dunes to quiver. Before the howl subsided, his swordsmanship suddenly changed, moves rapid like flashing lightning and thunder, sword shadows layered, leaving no room for the eye to follow.
In that web of sword light and whip shadow, he pressed forward, like a hungry tiger pouncing on prey, unstoppable, his aura ascending instantly, enveloping heaven and earth under the montum of his sword. In an instant, his Inner Strength rolled violently, akin to a torrential tide, bringing waves of heat rushing forward, the air filled with a scorching sensation.
Amidst that boiling mist, he executed one move of the Thirteen Life-taking Swords, "Green Peak Slashing Face," his treasure sword slashing upward, downward, the sword montum fierce, as if to cleave heaven and earth asunder, where the blade swept through, air was forcibly torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.
Suddenly, the sword swept horizontally, with a flash of cold light, like a strear, aiming directly at Blood Rakshasa’s cheek, the sharp Sword Qi had already cut off several strands of hair beside her cheek, the strands drifting gently in the wind.
Hiding in the dark, Shi Feiyang watched the battle closely, his expression grave.
He had thoroughly studied many Martial Arts classics like the "Supre Mystery Scripture," the "Nine Yin Scripture," and the "Holy Heart Technique," possessing extensive knowledge of martial arts.
At this mont, he saw it clearly: Xie Zhichuan was using the Kunlun Fla Technique, and the technique’s aura was impure, clearly achieved through so miraculous pill and accelerated practice. Shi Feiyang pondered secretly: "The recovery of Xie Zhichuan’s Power, even surpassing before, seems inseparable from the ’Outer Border Demoness’ Fu Anxing."
At this ti, Shi Feiyang glanced stealthily at Fu Anxing, indeed seeing a malicious smile on Fu Anxing’s face.
That smile bore the pride of a plot succeeded, like a night owl watching its prey in the darkness.
Fu Anxing pondered secretly: "The Kunlun Fla Technique is the perfect counter to Blood Rakshasa’s Divine Skill. Under the high heat of the Kunlun Fla Technique, Blood Rakshasa’s Divine Skill will eventually dissolve, leading to Blood Rakshasa’s demise by blood lting. However, it’s regrettable that Xie Zhichuan’s talent and aptitude are limited. Although aided by drugs, he has not been able to cultivate the Kunlun Fla Technique to its highest level. Yet, even so, it’s sufficient to deal with Blood Rakshasa." While thinking, Fu Anxing watched the battlefield with pride, eyes gleaming with wicked light, like ghost fire in the dark night.
Just then, Blood Rakshasa let out a crisp shout, the sound clear and pleasant, yet carrying endless majesty and killing intent, like a phoenix calling from the nine skies.
Her long whip waved in her hand, like a nimble red snake twirling and gliding in the air, causing the air to buzz wherever the whip tip reached; her short sword twirled, like cold stars shining, the blade exuding a chilling coldness.
The two weapons, seamlessly connected in attack and defense, complented each other to perfection.
Every move, every style, was filled with profound Power and exquisite skill, leaving one in awe.
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