Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

However, the pressure from the Jin soldiers was growing greater and greater, surging like a tide, making the situation of the members of the Red Flower Society increasingly dangerous. They were on the battlefield, and every battle with the enemy cost them a huge price.

Their bodies were soaked with sweat, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain, as if their lungs were burning. Their bodies were covered with scars, and their robes were stained red with blood.

But they did not give up. There was still a firm light in their eyes, an indomitable force, as if telling the enemy in front of them: As long as we have breath left, we will never surrender to you.

At the prison gate, Wei Chunhua's situation was equally critical. He was facing more than 20 Jin soldiers alone. These Jin soldiers were the elites of the Jin army. They were very skilled, and every attack was sharp and ruthless, leaving no room for retreat.

Although Wei Chunhua was extremely brave, his long sword drew sharp tracks in the air, and each swing was carried out with endless power and determination, but facing so many enemies, he had to temporarily fall into siege and was unable to escape for a while.

“Puff—Puff—Puff—”

Wei Chunhua's figure moved quickly in the encirclement of the Jin soldiers. The long sword in his hand was swung out like a storm, and every swing of the sword accurately hit the vital points of the Jin soldiers.

However, the number of Jin soldiers was too large. They came from all directions, making Wei Chunhua overwhelmed. There was an anxious gleam in his eyes. He knew that once the big iron gate was closed, all their efforts would be in vain.

At this moment, several more teams of Jin soldiers arrived at the prison gate. Their arrival was like reinforcements, making the Jin soldiers even more powerful. The situation became increasingly unfavorable for the members of the Red Flower Society.

These new Jin soldiers joined together with the original guards. They had cold eyes and the long swords in their hands flashed with cold light. They were obviously elite reinforcements. They quickly integrated into the battle and worked together with the original guards to prepare to close the big iron gate.

Once the iron gate is closed, the members of the Red Flower Society and Wei Chunhua will be completely trapped in the prison, and all their efforts will be in vain. These Jin soldiers move swiftly and powerfully, and they cooperate with each other tacitly. Every move is accurate, and they have obviously received rigorous training.

Wei Chunhua's heart tightened when he saw this. He knew that he had to break the deadlock as soon as possible. He waved the long sword in his hand, and each swing brought with it a sharp sound, trying to open a gap. His sword skills were extremely sharp, and the sword light shuttled through the Jin soldiers like lightning.

“Dangdangdang…”

However, the Jin soldiers' siege was impenetrable. Their formation was tight and their coordination was tacit, as if they were a big whole. Every attack of Wei Chunhua was cleverly resolved. The Jin soldiers seemed to know his swordsmanship well and could always resist his attacks at the critical moment.

Wei Chunhua's figure moved quickly in the encirclement of the Jin soldiers. His steps were light and quick, trying to find a breakthrough. There was a determination in his eyes. He knew that he could not be besieged like this and must find an opportunity to break through.

However, the Jin soldiers were as strong as a wall of iron and steel, making it impossible for the brave Wei Chunhua to break free.

At one moment, several Jin soldiers worked together to push the huge door bolt. The door bolt looked extremely heavy due to its age, as if it had condensed the vicissitudes and heaviness of countless years. It was deeply embedded in the stone wall and seemed to be integrated with the entire prison.

However, with the joint efforts of the Jin soldiers, the heavy bolt was slowly moved open. The Jin soldiers worked together, their bodies tense, and their muscles bulged with every effort.

Sweat oozes from their faces, dripping onto the cold stone ground with a crisp sound, and their eyes are firm and focused, as if only by closing this bolt can their victory be ensured.

As the bolt slowly moved, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere filled the air, and the members of the Red Flower Society felt more and more pressure. They knew that once the bolt was completely closed, they would completely lose their freedom and all their previous efforts would be in vain.

At this critical moment, the members of the Red Flower Society also tried their best. They waved their weapons and struggled to resist the attacks of the Jin soldiers, trying to prevent them from closing the door bolts. However, the Jin soldiers were so numerous and their offensive was like a tide, which put the members of the Red Flower Society into a tough battle.

At this time, Xu Xingchen stepped on the solid ground with one foot, his body was compressed tightly like a spring, and then he exerted force suddenly, and he displayed the [Xiaowu Yanxing] from the [Heli Jiuxiao Divine Art].

The whole person's figure was like a light goose, leaping up and soaring into the sky. The internal force of "Crane's Lie in the Nine Skies Divine Art" in his body was like a surging tide, flowing rapidly in Xu Xingchen's body, full of powerful strength.

Suddenly, Xu Xingchen raised his hands forward as if to hold up the entire sky. The internal force of He Li Jiu Xiao in his body surged, as if a dragon was tumbling in his body, stirring up endless energy. His breath became more steady at this moment, like an unfathomable mountain, which made people afraid.

The originally handsome and peaceful face suddenly had a vague sense of majesty. There was a firm light in Xu Xingchen's eyes, as if he was an old general who had experienced countless battles and hardships and accumulated rich experience and wisdom.

The aura emanating from Xu Xingchen revealed an inviolable majesty that no one dared to underestimate. His figure was tall and straight, like a towering mountain, intimidating. With his palms facing up, he slowly raised his palms from the bottom to the top of his chest.

This process seems slow, but it actually contains profound internal strength. Xu Xingchen's internal strength flows in his body, like a giant dragon lying dormant, waiting for the right opportunity to burst out with powerful force.

But then, he quickly waved his palms forward, like a flash of lightning cutting through the sky. His movements were swift and powerful, like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring into the sky. His palms drew a graceful arc in the air, as if he was painting a magnificent picture.

"【Flying Dragon in the Sky】"

At this moment, Xu Xingchen performed the second move of the [Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing] [Flying Dragon in the Sky].

"Roar--"

As Xu Xingchen pushed out his palms, a deafening dragon roar suddenly sounded, as if it had traveled through time and space and descended here from ancient legends. The dragon roar was high and long, full of endless majesty and power, as if responding to Xu Xingchen's call.

In an instant, two invisible dragon-shaped air currents tumbled between Xu Xingchen's palms, like real dragons emerging from the sea, majestic and powerful. The two dragon-shaped air currents intertwined together to form a magnificent picture, as if two giant dragons were tumbling in the air, showing unparalleled power.

Faintly, a sound of a dragon's roar echoed in the air, low and powerful, shocking people's hearts. This momentum was so powerful that it seemed to be able to shake the entire world, causing the surrounding air to solidify at this moment, and the moonlight was eclipsed, obscured by this powerful force.

Against the backdrop of this power, Xu Xingchen's entire figure looked like a god of war descending to the earth, mighty and inviolable. There was earth-shaking power between his palms, as if no one could resist this momentum and dared not approach easily.

At this moment, the He Li Jiu Xiao internal force in Xu Xingchen's body was like boiling water, surging continuously. He felt his strength was constantly rising. Within his dantian, the internal force was spinning like a whirlpool, gathering into a powerful energy.

He took a deep breath and gathered his internal energy in his dantian, as if he was accumulating the power of a storm. This power continued to expand in his body, as if it was going to tear his body apart. However, Xu Xingchen did not show any fear.

As his internal strength continued to increase, Xu Xingchen felt that his body became lighter and lighter, as if it could float in the wind. His consciousness also became clearer and clearer, and he could feel every subtle change in the air around him.

There was a bright light flashing in his eyes, and his body exuded a powerful aura, as if a sleeping dragon had awakened. He stood up, and the air around his body seemed to tremble.