Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

The young woman tried with all her might to break free from the iron-like restraints, but Lu Weizhao's strength at the moment was beyond imagination. She was forced to become an innocent victim of this crisis and was used as a shield to resist unknown attacks.

“Help…Help…Ah!”

At this moment, the young woman's heart-wrenching cry for help pierced through the silence around her and resounded through the sky. Every syllable was filled with the despair and fear in her heart.

The sound was like a sharp blade, cutting through the air and piercing the hearts of everyone present. It was not only an instinctive reaction to the threat to life, but also a silent accusation against the dark side of human nature.

However, at this critical moment of life and death, the heart-wrenching cry for help from the young woman in her prime seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier.

It did not arouse the slightest reaction from those around her. The young woman's voice was filled with despair and helplessness, but it could only echo in the empty and indifferent space, making her seem so small and helpless.

Luo Nianqing's delicate figure, like a flash of black lightning, quickly closed the distance between the two of them. The long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and was extremely sharp, as if it could cut through all obstacles.

The cold sword tip drew a graceful arc in the air and finally stopped in front of Lu Weizhao, so close that he could almost feel his warm breath and rapid heartbeat.

"Pfft-"

A clear and piercing sound suddenly rang out, instantly breaking the tranquility and silence around. The sound was like a whisper from the god of death, announcing the end of a living life.

The sharp sword in Luo Nianqing's hand mercilessly pierced the body of the young woman. Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing her clothes and the ground red. The air around them was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was suffocating.

Her eyes widened, her face full of disbelief. Those eyes that were once full of life and energy now became empty and dull, as if she could not accept the cruel reality before her.

She looked in the direction of Lu Weizhao, with confusion and anger in her eyes, as well as deep disappointment and confusion.

The young woman could not understand why the man who once gave her warmth and hope would treat her so cruelly; she did not understand why no one was willing to lend a helping hand to save her from the dire straits at this critical moment.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze. All sounds disappeared, leaving only the sound of dripping blood and the faint breathing of the young woman, which intertwined to form a sad elegy.

At the critical moment, Lu Weizhao used the body of the innocent young woman as a shield and blocked Luo Nianqing's extremely sharp sword that should have been fatal.

This action not only shocked Xu Xingchen outside, but also made Lu Weizhao's expression become unprecedentedly crazy and distorted, as if he was swallowed by some dark power.

"Not dead, not dead, you can't run away!!"

Lu Weizhao roared heart-wrenchingly, his voice full of unwillingness and hatred. Following this hysterical roar, Lu Weizhao slammed the wheelchair under him with both hands at this moment.

"go to hell!!"

Lu Weizhao roared with a ferocious face.

The seemingly ordinary auxiliary tool actually revealed its amazing mechanical design at this moment. Two sharp arrows with cold light suddenly popped out from both sides of the wheelchair, as fast as two poisonous snakes spitting out their tongues, pointing directly in the direction of Luo Nianqing.

Xu Xingchen was shocked when he saw this, but he reacted very quickly and made a judgment almost instantly. He flashed into the house like a ghost and stretched out a hand to pull Luo Nianqing away.

"Whizzing--"

Two sharp sounds of breaking through the air resounded through the sky. The two sharp arrows flew past the edge of Luo Nianqing's left arm, leaving a series of shocking scratches. If Xu Xingchen had not rescued him in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire hall was tense to the extreme. Lu Weizhao's madness, Luo Nianqing's fear, and Xu Xingchen's determination and courage were intertwined together, forming a thrilling picture.

Xu Xingchen just breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves seemed to relax for a moment. However, this tranquility did not last long. Suddenly, he felt an indescribable sense of emptiness coming from the soles of his feet, as if the ground beneath his feet had disappeared in an instant.

The whole person suddenly lost his support, causing Xu Xingchen's entire body to fall down involuntarily. At the same time, Luo Nianqing also felt this sudden change. A trace of fear flashed in her eyes, but more of it was confusion about the unknown.

"not good!!"

Xu Xingchen exclaimed in his heart.

However, Xu Xingchen reacted quickly. With years of training experience and keen intuition, he knew that he must take action at this moment to avoid worse consequences.

So, Xu Xingchen stretched out his right arm without hesitation and hugged the slender waist of the beauty Luo Nianqing beside him tightly, holding her tightly in his arms. At this critical moment, Xu Xingchen took a deep breath.

The internal force of "Crane's Lie in the Nine Skies Divine Art" in his body surged out like a surging river. Xu Xingchen used his internal force to flick his sleeves, and with the help of this force, he paused slightly in mid-air, trying to slow down his descent.

However, this trap was obviously much deeper than Xu Xingchen had imagined. His efforts only slightly eased the falling trend. Unwilling to give up, Xu Xingchen did not give up hope.

Xu Xingchen gritted his teeth and punched the wall again, hoping to use the counterattack force of this punch to jump out of the trap. However, fate did not seem to let them go easily.

This trap was extremely large and unfathomable. Xu Xingchen's punch hit nothingness. Only a faint sound of friction between his fist and the air was heard, but he failed to touch anything that could provide leverage.

As the punch missed, Xu Xingchen and Luo Nianqing lost control of their bodies again and began to fall faster and faster. Their heartbeats were as rapid and powerful as drumbeats, and the wind whistled past their ears, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.

At the same time, the floor above their heads flipped up again above Xu Xingchen and Luo Nianqing, and then after a loud "pop" sound, the floor above their heads closed tightly again, completely isolating the two of them in the darkness.

The floor above Xu Xingchen and Luo Nianqing suddenly closed, as if swallowed by a giant beast, isolating the last ray of light, leaving only a few strands of starlight that stubbornly penetrated the gaps.

Like the farthest lighthouse in the night sky, shining faintly but firmly, these tiny dots of light seem particularly precious in this dark space, adding a touch of mystery to the thrilling scene that is about to unfold.

At this moment, Xu Xingchen's eyes quickly adapted to the darkness. A hint of surprise and alertness flashed in his eyes. With the faint light, he suddenly realized that he and Luo Nianqing were now suspended in mid-air, and the ground below was not the solid ground he had imagined.

Instead, it was an intricate fishing net, hanging at an incredible angle, as if it were part of an ancient trap, quietly waiting for uninvited guests to fall into it.

Faced with this sudden change, Xu Xingchen remained calm although he was shocked. The internal energy surged, instantly activating the unique skill in his practiced "Crane's Lie in the Nine Skies Divine Art" - [Xiaowu Yanxing].

This martial art is known for its lightness and agility, and it can find a foothold in the most unlikely places. At this moment, it shows its extraordinary side. Xu Xingchen, who is performing the [Xiaowu Yanxing] from the "Heli Jiuxiao Divine Art", flashes.

Just like a crane flying through the clouds, with the wind under his feet, every step he took was in the void, steady and graceful. At the same time, Xu Xingchen did not forget Luo Nianqing beside him.

Her delicate and boneless body seemed so helpless in his arms, but there was only determination and tenderness in Xu Xingchen's eyes. He gently embraced her with his arms, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid to disturb the sleeping flower.

Xu Xingchen gently pushed Luo Nianqing, who was in his arms, towards a direction without fishing nets. Luo Nianqing's delicate figure drew a graceful arc in the air, like a meteor across the night sky, rushing towards an unknown safe area.