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

Chapter 141 War Dance at Night

Gu Yichen remained calm upon hearing the warning. He flicked his wrist and slashed with his sword, blocking the man's sneak attack. With a muffled groan, the Ghost Shadow Sect master fell to the ground, his blood staining the ground red.

"Thank you." Gu Yichen nodded slightly, and continued to fight without stopping.

"These guys really don't know how to live or die." Fu Dong stood beside Gu Yazhu, her eyes icy as she swept over the enemies of the Ghost Shadow Sect, a sneer of disdain on her lips. The long sword in her hand flashed with cold light, instantly forcing back several enemies who tried to approach.

"We will never give you the chance to harm the Pavilion Master!" Siqin tightly grasped her dagger, and together with Fudong, she stood guard beside Gu Yazhu, showing no fear at all. Their blades were like lightning, quickly and accurately repelling the waves of enemies.

Seeing this, Gu Yazhu smiled slightly, waved her hand lightly, and with a figure as swift as a swallow, she instantly repelled a Ghost Shadow Sect master. Her movements were graceful and calm, as if she were performing a martial arts dance, and she easily and effortlessly resolved the crisis before her.

She stood firmly on her feet, her arms spread out like bamboo leaves, leaning slightly forward as if bracing herself for the incoming wind. Suddenly, she spun swiftly, her arms flapping like phoenix wings, stirring up a gust of wind. Each swing carried a powerful internal energy that seemed to rend the air. Several Ghost Shadow Sect masters were forced back by the powerful wind, unable to approach.

Gu Yazhu leaped, her body spinning in the air, her arms crisscrossing in a perfect arc. Her figure flowed like a cloud, her sword flashing, precisely striking the enemy's vital points. She finally landed steadily, her hands withdrawn, her breath steady, as if everything was under control.

She clasped her hands together, gathering her inner energy in them, then suddenly separated them, emitting a clear chirping sound that shocked the enemy. Several Ghost Shadow Sect masters were startled by the chirping sound, their movements faltering, revealing a flaw.

Gu Yazhu seized the opportunity, waving her hands lightly like phoenix feathers, bringing with her gusts of wind and attacking the enemy's vital parts. Her swordsmanship was swift and precise, and the enemy was unable to resist.

Her figure, like a phoenix, darted through the clouds, moving swiftly, making it difficult for the enemy to grasp her position. Her steps were light and her figure was elusive, so the enemy could only see a series of afterimages, but could not grasp her true position.

Gu Yazhu's inner strength erupted, emitting a deafening roar that shocked the enemy. Simultaneously, his inner strength transformed into an invisible attack wave, repelling the surrounding enemies. The Ghost Shadow Sect's masters were repelled by this powerful inner strength and fell to the ground.

At the final moments of the battle, Gu Yazhu leaped high into the air, her arms crisscrossing in a perfect arc. Her figure traced a graceful arc through the air before swiftly landing. With a flash of sword, the enemy fell to the ground. Her movements were graceful and composed, like a performance of a martial arts dance.

Ji Yun stood not far away, his gaze following Gu Yazhu's figure intently. His eyes were filled with love, and his heart was filled with emotion. How long had it been since he saw his wife perform the long-lost "Phoenix Dances in the Nine Heavens"? Every movement she made was like a perfect dance, beautiful and powerful, and he couldn't help but be captivated by it.

Though Ji Junche's martial arts skills were somewhat inferior, he showed no sign of retreat, protected by his brother and family. He focused on defense, cautiously responding to each attack as if facing a formidable foe. While his swordsmanship wasn't as swift and swift as Gu Yichen's, he still held his ground against the enemy with unwavering composure. Gradually, the Ghost Shadow Sect's ambushers began to realize they had grossly underestimated the strength of the Qingyun Pavilion. Seeing their comrades fall one by one like harvested wheat, the enemy's morale began to waver. Their offensive, like a spent force, became disorganized and seemed poised to collapse at any moment.

"Pavilion Master, the Ghost Shadow Sect has been completely routed!" Tang Yi reported excitedly, his face brimming with joy. They had already successfully routed the majority of the enemy, leaving only a few remaining in a desperate resistance. Gu Yichen slowly sheathed his sword, his gaze as cold as a star as he scanned the surroundings. The Ghost Shadow Sect retreated like frightened birds, not daring to venture even a single step beyond their bounds.

"Since they don't know how to live or die, don't blame us for being ruthless." Gu Yichen's voice was as cold as ice. "We must kill them all to prevent future troubles."

Xiaoyu took the order and led the elite members of the Wind Shadow Hall in a swift pursuit, like a tiger descending from a mountain, slaying the remaining Ghost Shadow Sect disciples one by one. The scene instantly returned to calm, with only the faint scent of blood lingering in the air, silently reminding everyone of the thrilling battle they had just experienced.

"They are so reckless this time that they even dared to get involved in our Qingyun Pavilion." Gu Yichen sneered, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain.

"I'm afraid they're not just targeting Qingyun Pavilion, they're also trying to capture us as a threat," Ji Yun said slowly, his brow furrowed, his eyes revealing deep worry and uneasiness. He seemed to have sensed the enemy's true intentions, realizing that there was a greater conspiracy and danger hidden behind them.

"It seems their goal is not simple," he muttered to himself, his voice low and serious. He began to think about this sudden attack, trying to find more clues from the enemy's actions.

At this moment, while most of the elites were chasing the Ghost Shadow Sect's group ahead, another group of Ghost Shadow Sect disciples descended upon the courtyard. This group of Ghost Shadow Sect disciples was numerous and powerful, clearly well-prepared. They wore black robes, their faces obscured by shadows, making it impossible to discern their true forms. Their movements were swift and agile, moving through the courtyard like ghosts, imbued with an invisible pressure.