Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

When those [Ice Soul Silver Needles] that were flashing with faint blue light and emitting bursts of cold air collided violently in the air with the [Golden Snake Cone] in Yuan Chengzhi's hand that was shining with golden light and contained an unparalleled sharp energy, the powerful energy erupted from the collision between the two swept around like a storm.

But just a moment later, this astonishing energy fluctuation gradually dissipated into nothingness.

"Hi~~!"

Just as this energy had just dissipated, the Silver Snake Sword in Yuan Chengzhi's hand had already turned into a silver lightning and stabbed over at lightning speed. The exquisiteness of his swordsmanship and the speed were breathtaking.

Seeing this, Li Mochou did not dare to be careless at all. She immediately waved the whisk in her hand. The whisk silk strands drew graceful arcs in the air, like a spirit snake coming out of a cave, ready to defend against this sudden attack with all her might.

But suddenly, Yuan Chengzhi's feet sank and he stomped his feet hard. At this moment, he looked like a nimble golden snake, performing the unique skill [Golden Snake Swimming Skill] recorded in the "Golden Snake Secret Book".

His body moved flexibly in the air, like a boneless snake, and instantly passed over Li Mochou's head. At the same time, the silver snake sword in Yuan Chengzhi's hand flashed with a sharp cold light, like a silver spirit snake, stabbing down and pointing directly at Li Mochou's vitals.

“Puff…Puff…”

Suddenly, a soft groan was heard in the air, and then a stream of bright blood splashed between heaven and earth. It turned out that Li Mochou had never encountered such a strange and unpredictable [Golden Snake Sword Technique].

She was caught off guard for a moment, and the sharp silver snake sword in Yuan Chengzhi's hand scratched Li Mochou's left arm. The bright red blood flowed down her arm and dripped onto the ground, forming shocking blood flowers.

the other side.

Seeing that his cheap master Li Mochou was tightly entangled by Yuan Chengzhi's fierce sword moves and had no time to spare, Lu Wushuang couldn't help but feel happy, thinking that this was a good opportunity for him to escape.

So, she slowly and carefully retreated, taking every step extremely cautiously, for fear of making the slightest sound and alarming the two people in front of her. Her eyes were always alert to her surroundings, and she was secretly thinking about how to quietly escape from this dangerous place.

However, just as Lu Wushuang turned around and was about to take the first step to escape, a clear, pleasant and very familiar voice suddenly rang out, blocking her way.

"Junior sister, you can't leave!"

She saw her senior sister Hong Lingbo holding the long sword that was shining with cold light in her hand. She had appeared in front of her silently without her knowing when, and was looking at her seriously and firmly.

There was an unquestionable determination in Hong Lingbo's eyes, as if he had made up his mind to stop his junior sister Lu Wushuang. Seeing this, Lu Wushuang's heart sank.

She knew very well that her senior sister Hong Lingbo's martial arts were far superior to hers, and it would be very difficult for her to break out by force. At this moment, she was in a dilemma, secretly regretting why she was so unlucky to meet her senior sister Hong Lingbo here.

At this time, Lu Wushuang looked at his senior sister Hong Lingbo, who was blocking his retreat like an insurmountable mountain, and couldn't help but feel anxious. However, despite the turbulent waves in his heart.

Her pretty face still maintained an imperceptible calmness, as if the panic in her heart and the calmness on her outside were two completely different worlds. She opened her red lips slightly, her voice soft but with a barely perceptible firmness, and slowly spoke to Hong Lingbo.

"Sister, you are not unaware of the nature of that woman Li Mochou. She is notorious for her cruelty and ruthlessness throughout the martial arts world. There is an irreconcilable blood feud between her and me. You have witnessed with your own eyes how she wanted to destroy my martial arts."

At this point, a trace of unspeakable pain and deep helplessness flashed across Lu Wushuang's beautiful eyes, as if she was instantly shrouded in some heavy memories. The dimness in the light was like the last fallen leaf in autumn, slowly drifting down, carrying with it endless bleakness and sadness.

"Senior Sister, think about it carefully. If I really lose the martial arts that I rely on to survive, then in this world where the strong prey on the weak, what will I have left? Without the protection of martial arts."

"I am nothing but a lamb to be slaughtered. What is the essential difference between me and a lifeless dead person? When that time comes, I will become useless and can only be bullied by others and live a miserable life. What meaning will such a life have for me?"

When Hong Lingbo heard this, her pretty face dimmed slightly, as if shrouded in a layer of sadness. She knew deep in her heart that what her junior sister Lu Wushuang said was true.

As her master Li Mochou's apprentice, Hong Lingbo had already experienced all the cruel methods and ruthlessness. Those memories were like sharp blades, leaving indelible marks in her heart.

However, at this moment, when she faced her junior sister Lu Wushuang's eyes full of eager expectation and deep pleading, Hong Lingbo's heart couldn't help but surge with an indescribable struggle and pain.

The innocence and helplessness revealed in that look was like an invisible force that tugged at Hong Lingbo's heartstrings, making her hesitate and torn between loyalty and sympathy.

"Junior sister, I..."

Hong Lingbo's throat suddenly seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible hand. The words that were about to come out of her mouth rolled around on the tip of her tongue, and were finally swallowed back.

Her full chest rose and fell violently, and every breath was accompanied by an indescribable struggle and bitterness. Hong Lingbo had to take a deep breath, and that breath seemed to travel through mountains and rivers.

I finally reached my heart with difficulty, trying to calm my emotions that were now surging like the waves. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everything around me was so quiet that the only sound I could hear was my own heartbeat.

Hong Lingbo clenched her teeth, her lips turned slightly white due to the force, and her beautiful eyes wavered between pain and determination. Finally, she summoned up all her courage and slowly opened her mouth, every word seeming to be squeezed out from the bottom of her heart.

"I'm sorry, Junior Sister. I can't disobey Master's orders... Although I feel extremely reluctant and helpless, in the face of this heavy responsibility, I cannot selfishly choose to let you go. This is my duty as a disciple that I must uphold."

After saying this, a gleam of determination flashed in Hong Lingbo's beautiful eyes. It was a struggle against fate and an adherence to self-beliefs. However, this gleam of light was soon covered by deep pain.

Her eyes were slightly red, and there seemed to be tears flickering in them, but they did not fall. Hong Lingbo tightly grasped the sword in her hand. The sword was shining coldly, reflecting her complex and changing expression.

At this moment, Hong Lingbo seemed to concentrate all her determination, strength and even soul on this sword that carried her countless emotions and responsibilities, making it her most solid backing and the most helpless barrier when facing her junior sister.

When Lu Wushuang heard this, the hope in his heart was like a faint candle flame that was suddenly blown out by the sudden cold wind in winter. The light that had just flickered with a hint of warmth was shattered without a trace in an instant.

Her beautiful eyes, which were as clear as autumn water and usually contained agility and wisdom, now became empty and helpless, as if two deep pools of water had suddenly lost all reflections and vitality.

The colors and light that had once shone in Lu Wushuang's eyes disappeared completely at this moment, replaced by a dead silence and gloom, and everything around him became blurry and distant.

No matter whether it was familiar people or objects, they all seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of fog, and could no longer be seen or touched. The whole world seemed to collapse at this moment. All the beauty and expectations turned into bubbles, leaving only endless despair that surged in like a cold tide, surrounding her tightly.

In this abyss of despair, Lu Wushuang felt an unprecedented sense of loss and helplessness. Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain made it almost impossible for her to breathe.