Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

However, facing this unjust accusation, Xu Xingchen did not choose to sink or escape. On the contrary, he strengthened his belief and determination. He knew that he had to clear his name.

The only way to restore his innocence is to find the real culprit, Tian Boguang, as soon as possible. Only by stopping him from continuing to do evil and proving his innocence and integrity with practical actions can all misunderstandings disappear and justice be done to himself.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Xingchen's figure was like a fallen leaf dancing in the wind, appearing exceptionally light under the moonlight. He took a deep breath, as if he was having some kind of tacit communication with the night.

Then his body suddenly flipped, and the whole person jumped down from the building without hesitation, like a swallow that had just awakened from a dream and spread its wings to fly. In the air, his posture was agile and graceful.

Drawing an extremely smooth arc, like the gentlest brushstroke in the night sky, Xu Xingchen's entire body landed accurately on the edge of the back garden without any delay.

Xu Xingchen tapped the ground with his left foot. A subtle force rose from the soles of his feet and quickly spread throughout his body, helping him to stand firmly on his feet. He then couldn't wait to take a step forward and hurried towards the depths of the garden.

As Xu Xingchen gradually went deeper into the back garden gently caressed by the moonlight, the surrounding scenery became more charming, with the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of insects, everything seemed so harmonious and peaceful.

However, the tranquility around did not last long. At this moment, a window on the embroidery building suddenly opened quickly, and a moon-white figure jumped down from the tall building.

Her movements were light and graceful, like a meteor streaking across the night sky. It was none other than the woman in the room before. Her graceful figure and fluttering clothes blended in with the quiet night, unintentionally adding a touch of indescribable mystery.

She seemed like a fairy walking out of a beautiful painting, with an otherworldly temperament.

Obviously, that woman was no ordinary person. Her figure was light and agile, like the most agile meteor in the night sky. The speed at which she changed clothes was simply jaw-dropping, as if time was flowing at her fingertips.

She completed the transformation from ordinary to extraordinary in an instant. When she completed this breathtaking scene, she did not hesitate at all, followed Xu Xingchen's agile figure, and resolutely jumped off the tall building. Her courage and determination were evident.

Xu Xingchen had already shuttled into the back garden like a ghost, and after the woman landed steadily, she did not have the chance to catch her breath. She quickly looked around, and a trace of imperceptible doubt and alertness flashed in her sharp eyes.

It seemed that she was more sensitive than an ordinary person to the subtle changes in the surrounding environment. Then, the woman tightly grasped the long sword in her hand. The sword was slender and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, flashing a faint cold light under the moonlight, like a silver dragon about to be unsheathed, ready to go.

Faced with this sudden change, the woman did not hesitate or panic at all. Instead, she quickly analyzed the current situation and her eyes finally locked on the direction of the corridor.

So, she lifted the hem of her skirt without hesitation to avoid tripping or affecting her speed, and tapped the ground lightly with her toes. Every time she landed, she seemed so light, and her figure was as fast as lightning.

She instantly burst out at an astonishing speed and rushed towards the corridor. During this process, she always remained highly alert and focused to ensure that she would not be disturbed by any unexpected events.

As she galloped, a series of crisp and melodious footsteps echoed in the quiet night.

Xu Xingchen carefully hid in the dense and deep woods in the back garden. He was surrounded by lush trees, as if building a natural barrier for him.

Afterwards, Xu Xingchen scanned every inch of the surrounding space carefully, fearing that he would miss any clues that might expose him. After confirming that no one was following him,

An indescribable sense of security welled up in my heart, and my tense nerves relaxed a little.

In order to be more concealed, Xu Xingchen took out a piece of soft, dark black cloth from the system air conditioner. Xu Xingchen quickly covered his face with it, leaving only a pair of bright eyes visible, flashing a determined light.

After doing all this, Xu Xingchen did not leave immediately, but sneaked back to the previous place again. His steps were light and agile, like an elf jumping in the woods, silently shuttling between the shadows of the trees.

After all, Xu Xingchen felt so wronged. He was not a rapist at all. The title of "rapist" was undoubtedly a great insult and hurt to him. He made up his mind to deal with Tian Boguang to clear himself of the injustice.

Xu Xingchen walked slowly through the winding corridors with light steps. Every step seemed to blend into this quaint building. As he went deeper, a carefully decorated courtyard full of elegance and charm quietly appeared before his eyes.

The courtyard is surrounded by a circle of lush green bamboos. They are tall and tough, as if they are a green barrier woven by nature especially for this courtyard. The breeze blows gently, bringing the unique coolness and tranquility of the night.

The light breeze brushes against the bamboo leaves, creating a rustling sound that interweaves with the occasional chirping of insects in the distance to form a melodious nocturne. The moonlight pours down, lengthening the bamboo shadows and casting them in a mottled manner on the bluestone slabs on the ground, adding a bit of tranquility and mystery.

On both sides of the courtyard, several side rooms are arranged in an orderly manner, with half-closed window frames, revealing soft light, adding a touch of warmth to the quiet night. Directly opposite, a magnificent main hall stands tall.

Its flying eaves, carved beams and painted buildings all demonstrate the owner's taste and status. In the center of the courtyard is an open space with a flat bluestone floor and no extra decorations around it.

But there is a sense of spaciousness and freedom that makes people feel their minds suddenly open up.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

Waves of crisp, pleasant and unusually loud metal clashing sounds suddenly pierced the night sky, shocking people's hearts like the morning bells and evening drums. Even the air around seemed to freeze for a moment at this moment.

Under the moonlight, the figure of the big rapist Tian Boguang appeared particularly grim. He held a single-edged sword that was gleaming with cold light. The blade flashed a heart-pounding cold light under the reflection of the moonlight. Every time he swung it, it was like breaking the wind, showing his ruthlessness as a gangster.

The woman standing opposite her was like an elf in the night, with a graceful, light and elegant figure. The long sword in her hand was slender and sharp, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if it was an arrow about to leave the bow, ready to be fired.

The sword reflected the faint starlight, adding a bit of mystery and elegance. The two men clashed fiercely.

The sword skills performed by the long sword in the woman's hand are agile and changeable. Sometimes it is like the spring breeze blowing on the willows, gentle but concealing murderous intent; sometimes it is like the autumn water and the sky are the same color, with heavy sword shadows that make people dazzled.

Each of her sword strikes was extremely precise, with a sharp sword wind and an irresistible force, going straight to Tian Boguang's vital points, while Tian Boguang responded with ease with his superb swordsmanship.

The single sword in Tian Boguang's hand seemed to have life, sometimes turning into a silver lightning, extremely fast; sometimes it was like a dragon emerging from the sea, flexible and changeable, attacking the woman.

As the battle deepened, the air around them seemed to be ignited, filled with tension and excitement. Tian Boguang and the woman's figures were weaving back and forth, sometimes leaping high into the air, as majestic as a dragon or a tiger; sometimes they were low and gentle.

That woman was undoubtedly a stunningly beautiful lady, and time seemed to be particularly kind to her, leaving only faint traces of her being in her early thirties.

The woman was wearing a carefully selected aqua red dress. The color was like a rose blooming in the morning light. It was not overly ostentatious, but perfectly brought out her indescribable nobility and beauty.

The fabric fits her figure softly, as if it was tailor-made for her, showing off her proud figure to the fullest. The woman's waist is slender and long, like a willow branch swaying in the breeze on a spring day.

Not only does it show amazing flexibility, but it also inadvertently outlines the beauty of attractive curves.