Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

The deep feeling of loss lingered in Lu Wushuang's heart for a long time, but the current situation did not allow her to continue like this, and she could only choose her own destiny.

"Choke!" a sound.

Sharp and abrupt, like a meteor suddenly appearing in the night sky, it instantly broke through the dull and almost suffocating atmosphere around it. Then, the crisp sound of metal collision suddenly echoed in the quiet space.

Just like a stone suddenly thrown into a calm lake, it caused ripples.

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Wushuang's delicate and slender hand was shaking unconsciously, as if bearing a heavy weight. She slowly drew out a thin and thin scimitar from her waist. The curve of the scimitar was graceful and sad, like a desolate crescent moon in the sky, quietly telling unknown secrets and sorrow.

As soon as the thin and thin scimitar was unsheathed, it emitted a dazzling silver light, which was particularly eye-catching in this environment, like a touch of bright color in the darkness, illuminating everything around it.

Lu Wushuang tightly gripped the hilt of the knife, her jade fingers turning slightly white due to the force. Her eyes were fixed on her senior sister Hong Lingbo, and her eyes were filled with complex and indescribable emotions - reluctance, struggle, and even deep helplessness and bitterness.

"Then...then Senior Sister! I am sorry!"

When these words came out of Lu Wushuang's mouth with difficulty, every word seemed to be weighed down by a heavy burden, heavy and slow. They floated slowly in the air, carrying so many complex emotions and inner struggles that people could not help but be moved.

Although Lu Wushuang's voice was light, it seemed to contain a great force. At this moment, every word was clear, echoing in the quiet space like morning bells and evening drums. Every syllable accurately struck the heart of her senior sister Hong Lingbo in front of her.

It left behind indelible marks, causing ripples in Hong Lingbo's heart.

"Then Junior Sister, be careful!"

Hong Lingbo said softly.

There was a hint of urgency and concern in her words, because she knew very well that the battle that was about to unfold would be of great importance.

At this moment, as these brief and powerful words fell, Hong Lingbo's slender and delicate hand tightly grasped the hilt of the long sword in his hand, and his jade feet lightly tapped the ground, like a light fallen leaf, and instantly displayed the Tomb School's light Kung Fu [Catching Birds Kung Fu].

At this moment, Hong Lingbo's figure moved quickly, like a nimble swallow, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and quickly approaching her junior sister Lu Wushuang.

"Choke!" a sound.

At this moment, a crisp sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out, breaking the silence around. This was the sound made when Hong Lingbo's slender hands quickly pulled out the long sword in her hand.

The sword flashed, like a silver lightning cutting through the sky. Then, Hong Lingbo shook his wrist, and the sword in his hand slashed towards Lu Wushuang's head with the force of thunder. The tip of the sword flashed with cold light, revealing a sinister murderous intent.

The cold light kept flashing around, reflecting Lu Wushuang's delicate face, which was full of determination and tenacity. She tilted her head back as far as she could, as if to avoid all the troubles in the world.

At this moment, Lu Wushuang's delicate body formed an incredible angle, showing the amazing flexibility of her slender waist, followed by an extremely agile twisting movement.

Like willow catkins in the wind, light and agile, it was this twist that allowed Lu Wushuang to directly dodge the sharp and lightning-fast move of her senior sister Hong Lingbo. If she was not careful with this move, her heart meridian would be damaged, and the consequences would be disastrous.

However, although Lu Wushuang successfully dodged the fatal sword move of her senior sister Hong Lingbo with the amazing flexibility of her slender waist, she was still sweating coldly at this moment.

The cold and sharp sword energy seemed to still linger around her, unable to be shaken off, causing Lu Wushuang to still feel a lingering fear in her heart even though she had escaped from the line between life and death.

Lu Wushuang knew very well that although she was quite talented in some aspects, there was still a big gap between her and her senior sister Hong Lingbo, both in terms of internal strength and swordsmanship skills.

She was clearly aware that the next battle would be extremely difficult and dangerous. Her senior sister would never give up the attack because of a momentary failure. Instead, she might become even more ferocious and fierce, trying to defeat her completely in the shortest time possible.

Afterwards, Lu Wushuang moved forward instead of retreating. She took a deep breath, gathered all her strength, and swung the sharp scimitar in her hand, which was shining with cold light, with bursts of sounds of breaking through the air.

Like a silver lightning, she slashed towards her senior sister Hong Lingbo with great force. The blade was so powerful and so fast that it seemed to be able to split the space. It was obvious that she had been preparing for this move for a long time and was determined to succeed.

When Hong Lingbo saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes. She obviously did not expect that her junior sister Lu Wushuang would have such a decisive and fierce counterattack, but she reacted extremely quickly and turned lightly.

Like a spring breeze blowing on willows, she cleverly avoided Lu Wushuang's swift attack. At the same time, Hong Lingbo was not to be outdone. The long sword in her hand was instantly unsheathed, and the tip of the sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, like a meteor across the night sky, which was beautiful beyond words.

The sharp sword seemed to have life in Hong Lingbo's hand. She performed the Ancient Tomb School's [Jade Girl Sword Technique]. The sword light was like water, flowing endlessly, and the sword intent was continuous. Every move and every style contained deep internal strength, which was both gentle and murderous.

Her sword skills are as smooth as flowing water, which not only demonstrates the essence of the ancient tomb school's sword skills, but also reflects her lightness.

"Dangdangdangdang..."

The long swords and scimitars in the hands of Hong Lingbo and Lu Wushuang collided violently.

Suddenly, there was a dense and powerful sound of fine iron clashing. The sound was crisp and loud, like the sound of nature, but it also revealed a thrilling and murderous atmosphere that echoed all around for a long time.

Every time the weapons collided, it seemed as if brilliant sparks flew, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, beautiful yet dangerous. Those sparks flickered in the surrounding air, drawing bright tracks.

It gives people a strong visual impact, as if even the air is ignited, filled with hot and explosive power. The two figures move quickly in this fierce battle, and the sword light and knife shadows are intertwined to form a dazzling picture.

the other side.

"let me help you!"

Yang Guo let out a clear whistle, which sounded like a tiger's roar, shaking the leaves around him slightly. His figure was as fast as lightning, like a gust of wind, sweeping up the dust and fallen leaves, and he arrived at the center of the field in an instant.

At this moment, Yang Guo stared straight ahead with his eyes as sharp as torches. He saw Yuan Chengzhi, who was fighting fiercely with Li Mochou, with a strong posture and strange and fierce swordsmanship. Every move and every style was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole.

It was like a tiger descending from the mountain, attacking Li Mochou's weak spot just at the right time. Yuan Chengzhi's swordsmanship was so exquisite that Yang Guo, who was standing by, couldn't help but marvel at it secretly. He couldn't help but look up to Yuan Chengzhi's strength.

Li Mochou seemed to be struggling. Although the [Silver Silk Whisk Skill] she displayed with the whisk in her hand was equally powerful, she seemed a little unable to withstand Yuan Chengzhi's fierce attack.

She dodged left and right, facing danger all around, but still couldn't get rid of Yuan Chengzhi's pressure. Seeing this, Yang Guo was even more excited. He knew very well that the battle situation was tense at the moment and there was no time to hesitate. If Li Mochou escaped, it would definitely bring greater trouble to himself and Yuan Chengzhi.

Therefore, he stepped forward without hesitation and was ready to join the battle to help Yuan Chengzhi.

Then, Yang Guo tightly gripped the long sword, the sword body flashed with a sharp cold light, as if containing the clarity and depth of autumn water. He took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, and instantly performed an exquisite move from the [Jade Girl Sword Technique] - [Fen Hua Fu Liu].

At this moment, Yang Guo seemed to have entered a wonderful realm. He was completely immersed in the world of swords, and became one with the sword in his hand. Their minds were connected, and the sword moved with his heart.

Every subtle thought can be perfectly displayed on the tip of the sword. His movements are light and smooth, like the wind, bringing up waves of subtle air currents, making the surrounding air seem to be drawn by his sword energy and fluctuate gently with his movements.