Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

At this time, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) no longer simply dodges using the [Shenxing Baibian] light skill. Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) begins to try to use his sword to guide the opponent's power and turn the opponent's attack into an opportunity for his own counterattack.

The long sword in Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) hand moves with the opponent's sword energy, like water guiding a river. Every swing of the sword seems to follow the laws of nature, easy and natural.

The tip of the long sword in his hand turned slightly, performing the [Flowing Wind and Returning Snow] style from the [Shangqing Sword Technique] to dissolve a sharp sword energy. The name of this move comes from the beauty of its movements, like a spring breeze blowing through willow catkins, light yet sharp.

The tip of the sword in Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) hand drew a graceful arc in the air, just right to push away the deadly black sword energy, and then his figure flashed, and his whole figure appeared beside the man in black robe like a ghost.

This sword was as fast as thunder and pointed directly at the opponent's weakness, forcing the man in black to turn around and save himself.

The man in black robe obviously did not expect that Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) could turn from passive to active in such a short time and find his flaws. He felt a sense of urgency and his heart was in turmoil. He was shocked by the amazing swordsmanship and insight displayed by Xu Xingchen.

"clang--"

The man in black robe hurriedly raised his sword to block. There was a deafening sound of metal clashing. At the moment the two swords collided, sparks flew like scattered stars. The long sword in the hand of the man in black robe was guided by the exquisite power of Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo).

Forced to deviate from the original attack trajectory and leaving an opening, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) followed his sword and the long sword in his hand suddenly slashed towards the shoulder of the man in black robe at an incredible angle.

This sword was both accurate and fierce, and its speed was so fast that the man in black had almost no time to react.

"Pfft-"

The sound of the sword entering the flesh could be clearly heard, and the man in black could only watch as the sharp blade of the long sword in Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) hand scratched his shoulder, tearing his black robe and splashing blood.

In an instant, a sharp pain swept through the black-robed man's body. He felt his strength rapidly dissipating with the loss of blood. The black-robed man's eyes were filled with shock and pain, and his body trembled involuntarily.

“Puff—Puff—Puff—”

However, Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) offensive was as surging as the tide, wave after wave, not giving the man in black any chance to breathe. Every time a sword fell, it was accompanied by the sound of a cold wind.

Pressing the vital point of the man in black robe, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo)'s eyes were cold and he wielded the sword in his hand so skillfully, as if he had foreseen all this happening.

The man in black robe kept retreating, and each step seemed heavy and difficult. He had several wounds on his body. He gradually lost his previous ferocious offensive and could only defend passively.

He tried to block Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) violent attack, but his swordsmanship was no longer as sharp as before. Every swing of the sword seemed to tell the opponent that his strength was being rapidly depleted and his fighting spirit was collapsing bit by bit.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) stood in place, the sword in his hand still as steady as before, with a few drops of wet blood still hanging on the tip of the sword. There was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if everything that had just happened was within his expectations.

"Zheng——"

At this moment, a crisp sword sound broke the tranquility of the night sky. Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo)'s movements were as smooth and graceful as flowing water. The long sword in his hand, which was flashing with cold light, skillfully slid along the long sword in the hand of the man in black robe.

He accurately hit the opponent's sword handle. This move seemed simple, but it contained deep internal strength and exquisite skills, which was the embodiment of his many years of swordsmanship.

Then, Xu Xingchen turned his wrist, and the sword in his hand suddenly spun rapidly. The movement was fast and accurate, as if a spirit snake suddenly jumped out in the dark night and attacked the black-robed man's vitals with deadly force.

“Swish, swish, swish—Puff—”

The rotating sword drew several graceful and deadly arcs in the air, leaving afterimages in the air that seemed to be able to cut through the air. The tip of the sword finally pierced directly into the chest of the man in black robe at an unavoidable speed.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze. The eyes of the man in black robe were full of disbelief. His lips were slightly opened as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out in the end.

"Crackling...!"

Blood slowly flowed out along the blade, staining the black-robed man's clothes red, and also staining his end red. His strength receded like the tide, and the long sword in his hand slipped weakly from his fingers, making a crisp sound.

The man in black robe let out a low groan from his throat, and bright red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. The blood dripped down his chin and dyed the black collar on his chest red. His eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief and fear.

His entire body swayed weakly a few times, as if all support had been taken away. Each sway seemed extremely heavy, like a dead tree that was about to fall.

Finally, under the indifferent gaze of Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo), the once majestic man in black robe slowly fell down. The moment his body touched the ground, a small cloud of dust was raised, as if announcing the end of an era.

The black-robed man lying on the ground still had his eyes wide open, as if telling the world his unwillingness and anger, but his life was already fading away quickly like a kite with a broken string.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) watched all this quietly, without any emotion on his face. As the battle ended, he slowly retracted the long sword in his hand, with the enemy's blood still on the sword. The blood flowed along the sword and finally dripped onto the ground, merging with the blood of the man in black robe.

"Giggle..."

At this time, a woman's charming laughter was heard from behind, breaking the tense atmosphere. This silver bell-like laughter seemed particularly abrupt in the originally tense atmosphere, like a spring breeze blowing across the frozen lake, making the air around seem lively.

The woman's laughter was light and playful, as if it could bring people's mood into a carefree sea of ​​flowers, making people unconsciously relax their vigilance. The sound was like the sound of a stream in spring, crisp and pleasant, but there was an elusive weirdness in it.

It is like the brightest star in the night sky, beautiful but out of reach. It is also like a phantom in the fog, making it impossible to grasp its true face. This strange feeling makes people feel a little inexplicably uneasy, as if it is the calm before a storm.

Hearing the voice, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) frowned slightly, and a hint of curiosity and alertness flashed in his eyes. He slowly turned around, looking at the source of the woman's charming laughter with a sharp gaze.

The faint sunlight slanted down on the ancient stone road, casting a slender figure. With every step she took, the figure seemed to constantly change shape, like a beautiful phantom that attracted people involuntarily.

She was wearing a light yellow dress, a color that looked particularly gentle and elegant in the soft sunlight, just like the forsythia blooming in early spring, with a fresh and refined breath.

The color of the dress, as if bathed in the morning light, exudes a faint floral fragrance and exuberant vitality, making people think of the warm spring sun and the scene of all things reviving.

This half-exposed chest design cleverly showcases her elegant neckline and the perfect skin tone, as delicate as a work of art. Such a design maintains a noble dignity while revealing a hint of casual charm.

The fullness that was bulging high, and as she walked lightly, the two round and bulging peaks kept rising and falling.

The skirt wrapped softly around her slender waist, swaying gently with her steps, just like a spring breeze blowing across the rice fields, sparkling and beautiful, with layers of golden waves.

The hem of her skirt fluttered in the wind like a dancing flame, exuding an irresistible charm. The woman's face was cleverly covered by a layer of gauze, like a mysterious veil, making it impossible to get a glimpse of her full appearance, but all of this added a bit of mystery and temptation.