Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

Then, Xu Xingchen slowly stretched out his slender and powerful hand. Every movement seemed so gentle and full of cherishment, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

He gently and carefully held Hong Lingbo's slender wrists, which were as delicate as cream and as warm as jade. At this moment, all the noise and chaos around him seemed to stop, and time seemed to freeze in this wonderful moment.

The warmth in Xu Xingchen's palm was continuously transmitted to Hong Lingbo through the delicate contact between their skin. This was not just a transmission of temperature, but also his full love and peace of mind.

He hoped that this warmth could soothe all the anxiety and doubts in Hong Lingbo's heart.

"Look, wife!"

At this warm and slightly tense moment, Xu Xingchen saw that Hong Lingbo had finally stopped struggling, so he stretched out his finger, pointed in the direction where Li Mochou was fighting with the two young men not far away, and said softly.

“Dangdang… bang bang… dangdang… bang…”

The crisp sounds of metal weapons colliding with each other and the dull echoes caused by soft objects being whipped quickly intertwined and echoed around. Each sound represented the thrilling contest between life and death, and the air was filled with an indescribable murderous atmosphere.

Hong Lingbo's eyes, which seemed to contain a thousand words and could speak, moved in the direction gently guided by Xu Xingchen's slender and elegant fingers, like two crystal clear springs.

It not only reflects the scenery in the distance, but also seems to be able to see into the subtle changes deep in people's hearts. Hong Lingbo's eyes pass through the falling leaves flying in the autumn wind and the dust floating in the air with an indescribable concentration and sharpness.

The scene of the fierce confrontation was captured very accurately. The two young men should have been heroic and sharp in swordsmanship, like two lightning bolts cutting through the sky, but at this moment, things were different.

Because, at this moment, they have gradually shown signs of fatigue, and their originally resolute faces have begun to show bitterness, which is a complex expression that is a mixture of hard work and helpless struggle.

Especially when the dense beads of sweat on their foreheads sparkled in the autumn sun, their inner anxiety and gradual physical exhaustion were clearly revealed. The sweat slid down their cheeks and dripped onto the dry ground, making a subtle but clearly audible sound.

In contrast, Li Mochou, the ruthless female devil who is feared by everyone in the martial arts world and called the "Red Snake Fairy", has a figure that is completely opposite to her vicious reputation. Her body is light and graceful.

Just like a willow branch swaying gently in the spring breeze, she exudes a noble air that is not tainted by the world. In her hand, she tightly grasps an exquisite whisk. The whisk looks ordinary, but it displays extraordinary power when she wields it.

Whenever she gently waved the whisk in her hand, it would bring up soft and unpredictable breezes, as if even the air was dancing with her movements, and the silk ribbon of the whisk passed through the air.

Leaving behind smooth and elegant arcs, like the trails of the brightest stars in the night sky, both beautiful and dangerous. Accompanied by bursts of crisp and pleasant sounds, the whisk in Li Mochou's hand accurately hit the swords held tightly by the two young men.

Or she viciously hit the two young men's vital points, causing them to be injured. This series of actions was smooth and flowing, without any drag, which not only fully demonstrated Li Mochou's profound inner strength and superb martial arts attainments.

Li Mochou's eyes are deep and bright, revealing not only a kind of leisurely contentment that is detached from the world, but also a kind of indifference to the world.

Her figure was light and graceful, as if she was isolated from the world around her. To her, the fierce fight between her and the two young men was just an extremely easy game.

There wasn't the slightest bit of tension or solemnity, let alone the kind of fierce battle in the martial arts world that was a matter of life and death.

It was originally a two-on-one situation, but at this moment it seemed particularly tense and exciting. The two young men used all their skills, their sword skills were exquisite, and the sword lights were like weaving, airtight. They tried to encircle Li Mochou with their exquisite sword skills and trap her in this dense sword net so that she could not escape.

However, as time went by, the offensive of the two young men became chaotic and disordered, their originally coordinated sword moves began to show flaws, and the sword light was no longer as dazzling, but rather seemed a little dull.

Although the two are blood brothers who grew up together and should have a perfect understanding of each other, as the battle continues, they gradually discover unprecedented flaws in their cooperation.

Perhaps it was because the pressure was doubled when facing a powerful enemy like Li Mochou, or perhaps the long-term fierce battle caused their movements and judgments to begin to have subtle deviations. The joint offensive that was once as smooth as flowing water now seemed stiff and slow.

On the other hand, Li Mochou, the female devil known as the "Red Snake Fairy" in the martial arts world, became more and more courageous as the battle went on, and a cold aura that should not be underestimated emanated from her whole body.

The whisk in her hand is extremely flexible, and each filament is like a snake emerging from a hole, entwining, whipping, or pricking. The changes are endless and dazzling. The whisk in her hand is no longer just a weapon.

It was more like a part of Li Mochou's body, which she could use at will and send and receive freely. Facing the fierce attacks from the two brothers, Li Mochou not only handled them with ease but also easily resolved every attack.

He was also always able to keenly capture the loopholes in the opponent's moves and look for opportunities to counterattack from time to time. The Tomb School's [Bird Catching Skill] that Li Mochou displayed was light and graceful, moving left and right like a ghost.

It was difficult to predict their movements, and every counterattack was so precise and powerful, hitting the vital points directly, forcing the two brothers to retreat again and again as they fought harder, and their formation was in chaos for a while.

Just like that, what was supposed to be a tense and fierce siege battle unexpectedly turned into a one-sided battle led by Li Mochou. Li Mochou seemed to have become the absolute master of this battle.

He controlled every subtle change of the situation, while the two brothers were completely trapped in a passive situation of being beaten. They could only barely defend themselves and had no power to fight back. The scene changed in just a moment.

"You are telling the truth!"

Hong Lingbo's voice couldn't help but carry a hint of incredible surprise, his eyes flashing with surprise and excitement, as if two bright flames were suddenly lit up.

At this moment, the scene she witnessed was like an incredible and unimaginable miracle to Hong Lingbo, filling her heart with shock and excitement.

Hong Lingbo stared closely at everything in front of him, and seeing that Xu Xingchen did not deceive him, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable relief and joy in his heart. He saw his master Li Mochou being besieged by the two young men.

Surprisingly, he seemed to be at ease, his movements were light and agile, like a cheetah moving nimbly through the jungle. Every move he made was just right to resolve the opponent's attack, as if he could predict every move of the two young men in advance.

Not only that, Li Mochou even launched a fierce counterattack. Those counterattacks were swift and precise, like lightning streaking through the sky, forcing the two young men to concentrate on responding, not daring to relax or be careless at all.

This scene was completely beyond the expectations of Hong Lingbo's young mind. It was like a sudden bolt of lightning that broke the tranquility in her heart, making her a little dazed.

There was a gleam of disbelief in his eyes, and it took him a while to find his voice and mutter.

"I...I never thought that Master could handle those seemingly difficult things so easily and at ease."

"That is!!"

The corners of Xu Xingchen's mouth curved up, his tone full of pride and complacency, as if all these wonderful reversals were within his accurate predictions, and he continued to speak with a confident attitude.

"Don't you see who your husband is? In this world, nothing can escape my sharp eyes. No matter how secretive the plot is, or how cunning the opponent is, they can't hide from me."