The funny counterattack of traveling through time and space and becoming a vicious female supporting

Chapter 130 Sword Shadow Breaks the Air

However, just as the situation reached its peak, a figure swiftly approached from afar. Cloaked in white like a cloud, his sword gleaming, he merged into the battlefield as swiftly as a breeze breaking through the mist. It was Gu Yichen. Longsword in hand, his gaze piercing, he scanned the scene, quickly identifying the danger.

The disciples of Lingyun Hall and Qingyun Pavilion were struggling to hold out under the enemy's siege, their hopes shattered. But when they caught sight of the white figure, a spark of hope reignited in their eyes, and their morale soared. Gu Yichen's arrival was like a sharp sword thrust into the chaotic battlefield, stirring the last of their courage.

A flash of surprise and suspicion flashed across Prefect Wen's eyes, and his brow furrowed slightly. "Another expert?" The contempt in his eyes quickly vanished, replaced by a deeper sense of vigilance and unease. He had thought the situation was under control, but it was becoming increasingly complex and unpredictable.

Gu Yichen slashed with his sword, its energy like the wind, instantly cleaving the air and shattering the enemy's defenses. His swordplay was incredibly swift and continuous, sending foes reeling in his wake, their deaths before they could even utter a single scream. "Shadow Wind Slash"—this sword energy was not only incredibly fast but also deadly precise.

Seeing this, the disciples of Lingyun Hall and Qingyun Pavilion suddenly gained confidence and followed Gu Yichen's lead in launching a counterattack. The shadows of swords and the shouts of killing intertwined like a raging sea, gradually disintegrating the enemy's offensive.

Prefect Wen's expression grew increasingly gloomy. He secretly clenched his fists. "This man is so powerful! If we don't get rid of him quickly, I'm afraid we won't be able to escape today." He waved his hand coldly and ordered, "Increase the offensive! Surround him!"

Hundreds of enemy soldiers surged toward Gu Yichen from all directions, seemingly utterly drowning him in this sea of men. Yet, Gu Yichen remained composed, unfazed by the overwhelming tide of enemies. He smiled faintly, his form shifting, his sword shadows interwoven, a cacophony of illusions and realities. His movements were impossible for the enemy to discern; each strike was a flash of light, a shadow that flashed before their eyes.

"Phantom Chain!" Gu Yichen's swordsmanship was unpredictable, a blend of real and fake, making it impossible for the enemy to defend themselves. In an instant, several enemy soldiers fell, and the remaining ones were panicked and unable to approach him.

Prefect Wen stood high up, his eyes cold, sensing an invisible pressure. He knew ordinary soldiers were no match for Gu Yichen. So, he secretly summoned several assassins hidden in the shadows. These were top-tier assassins he had scouted from the underworld, each highly skilled in assassination and ambush. They quickly formed a circle, ready to strike Gu Yichen when he was least prepared.

However, Gu Yichen had already sensed their presence. He closed his eyes, shifted slightly, his steps light as a swallow. As his aura gathered, he seemed to blend into the night, vanishing. The assassins lost their target in an instant, and just as they were in a state of uncertainty, Gu Yichen's sword flashed like a shadow, suddenly appearing from the darkness.

"No trace!" This move seemed to strike from thin air, without warning, yet incredibly swift and powerful. Each strike aimed directly at the enemy's vital points, full of deadly intent. Several assassins fell to the ground before they could even react.

Prefect Wen witnessed this scene, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He had never imagined that this supposedly smooth encirclement and suppression would become so difficult. His fear grew stronger, and he even began to doubt his ability to escape. However, he was not ready to give up this last chance.