Auxiliary Women's Strategy: A Virtuous Wife Helps the King to Rule the World

The fight between the two intensified. Shen Tuyu's forehead was already covered in sweat, which trickled down his resolute face and dripped onto the ground, instantly evaporated by the scorching heat of battle. His breathing became heavy and rapid, each breath a breath of fire. Fan Yiqing's breathing also became increasingly rapid, her face pale, but her eyes still shone with an unyielding light. Her lips had been bitten and bloody, but she was completely unaware.

At that moment, Shen Tuyu seemed to spot a tiny flaw in Fan Yiqing, a gap she'd inadvertently left in her defense. A flicker of ecstasy flashed in his eyes. "Intestine Piercing!" With lightning speed, he instantly leaped in front of Fan Yiqing. With an almost imperceptible swiftness, the Piercing Intestine Sword pierced the flaw, its force unparalleled.

Fan Yiqing was startled, and a trace of panic flashed in her beautiful eyes, but she quickly drew her sword to block at the critical moment.

However, the force of this attack was too great. A resounding clang echoed, and a tremendous force emanated from the sword. Fan Yiqing felt a sharp pain in both hands, and the Devil Love Sword was unexpectedly shattered from her grasp. The Devil Love Sword arced through the air, then fell to the ground with a clang.

Seeing this, Shen Tuyu's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He took the opportunity to attack again, pointing the piercing sword straight at Fan Yiqing's throat.

Fan Yiqing is in imminent danger...

At this critical moment, Fan Yiqing leaned back quickly, her movement like a willow in the wind, barely avoiding Shen Tuyu's fatal sword thrust at her throat. But Shen Tuyu's sword continued to move forward, and the sharp blade slashed across her fair shoulder, leaving a thin, hideous bloody mark. Blood immediately gushed out, staining her clothes red.

Fan Yiqing groaned, her voice filled with pain and stubbornness. She stumbled backward, each step difficult, but there was no fear in her eyes. Instead, she ignited an even stronger fighting spirit, her eyes like a burning flame, fiery and determined.

Shen Tuyu, taking advantage of his position, swung his sword again, "Pierce the intestines and chase the soul!" He roared, his voice filled with murderous intent. His sword followed her like a fierce, venomous snake, chasing Fan Yiqing relentlessly, leaving her no chance to breathe. The piercing sword sliced ​​through the air, leaving behind a sharp whistling sound.

Fan Yiqing endured the pain in her shoulder, her figure moving like a dancing butterfly. "Magic Phantom!" In an instant, her figure split into three, each identical, their movements and expressions indistinguishable. They darted across the field, creating a dazzling display, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Shen Tuyu was slightly startled, a fleeting moment of confusion flashing across his eyes, but then he sneered, "A mere trifle!" He closed his eyes, obviating the distraction of vision, and, relying on his keen sense of presence, lunged at one of the figures. His movements were unhesitating, as if he had already mastered the plan.

Fan Yiqing cried out inwardly, a flicker of panic crossing her beautiful face. She tried to shift her form, but it was too late; she could only watch helplessly as Shen Tuyu's sword lunged towards her. At this critical moment, she suddenly clenched her teeth, biting down hard on her tongue, spurting out a mouthful of blood. "Devil's Blood Curse!" The blood instantly transformed into a streak of blood, like a flash of red lightning, rushing towards Shen Tuyu.

Shen Tuyu had no choice but to draw his sword back to block the blow. The blood splattered against the piercing sword, making a loud "bang." A powerful force emanated from the blood, and Shen Tuyu was knocked back several steps by the sudden impact. His feet left several deep marks on the ground.

Fan Yiqing seized this opportunity and quickly leaned over to pick up the Demonic Love Sword from the ground. "Demonic Love Resurrects!" she cried out, her voice thick with longing. A pink light instantly emanated from the Demonic Love Sword, enveloping her body. The light was warm and gentle, yet it held a powerful healing power. The wound on her shoulder healed at a visible speed, and her skin became smooth again.

Seeing this, Shen Tuyu's face darkened even further, as if water could drip from it. "Piercing Intestines, Exterminating!" He launched another powerful attack, his voice tinged with anger and determination. The light from the Piercing Intestine Sword was like a torch in the darkness, illuminating the entire battlefield, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Fan Yiqing didn't flinch. "Devil's Love is Eternal!" she shouted back, her voice clear and resolute. The pink light on the Devil's Love Sword also became extremely dazzling, like a pink sun, colliding with Shen Tuyu's sword.

For a moment, lights intersected, sword energy surged. The two lights collided and intertwined, emitting a crackling sound like countless firecrackers exploding simultaneously. Powerful energy waves spread out in all directions, crackling the ground and sending debris flying wherever they touched. The entire arena was shaken by this fierce exchange, and the audience unconsciously clenched their fists, their hearts in their throats.

Just when the two were in a stalemate and Shen Tuyu thought he had victory, the situation suddenly took a surprising turn.

Fan Yiqing's eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly as she muttered something in a deep, mysterious voice, as if communicating with some ancient and powerful force. An even more powerful magical force surged from her body, like a flood bursting through a dam, unstoppable. Her hair danced wildly in the wind, each strand seemingly imbued with life, flaring freely. The pink light surrounding her grew in intensity, deepening until it transformed into a mysterious, deep purple. The light pulsed with life, enveloping her entire being, like a demon from ancient times.

"Devil's Affection Reversal!" Fan Yiqing shouted, her voice filled with determination. The voice seemed to transcend time and space, carrying an immense majesty. The light from the Devil's Affection Sword instantly transformed into countless purple rays, which, like nimble tentacles, pierced Shen Tuyu with lightning speed. Each ray of light contained a terrifying power, and wherever it passed, the air sizzled with a burning sound.

Shen Tuyu was horrified, his pupils constricting, a look of terror on his face. He tried to draw his sword to defend himself, but found it was held fast by a powerful force, like a vise, unable to move. He tried to break free, but the harder he struggled, the stronger the pull.

The purple light instantly enveloped Shen Tuyu's body. He felt a powerful pressure like a tidal wave, as if a huge mountain were bearing down on him. It was difficult to breathe, and even his heartbeat became unusually heavy. His face instantly turned purple, his blood vessels bulged, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Fan Yiqing's eyes snapped open. No trace of tenderness or hesitation remained in them, replaced by an endless coldness and determination. "Defeat!" She gripped the Devil Love Sword with both hands, her arm muscles tensed, and she swung it with all her might. This swing seemed to carry the wrath and judgment of heaven and earth.

Shen Tuyu could no longer withstand this despairingly powerful force, and was violently flung forward. His body arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground with a dull thud. Dust flew, and a large crater was carved into the ground. A large mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, drawing a startling arc in the air before spilling onto the ground, staining the surrounding ground bright red.

He struggled to get up, clawing at the ground with his hands until his nails broke and his fingertips bled. But his body wouldn't obey him anymore, and every effort was in vain. He could only watch helplessly as Fan Yiqing approached, her footsteps sounding like a countdown to his death.

Fan Yiqing looked down at Shen Tuyu, without a trace of pity in her eyes, and said coldly: "You lose." Her voice was calm and cold, but it hit Shen Tuyu's heart like a sledgehammer.

Shen Tuyu's eyes were filled with resentment and despair. His lips trembled as he tried to say something, but in the end, he could only let out a weak whimper. But at this moment, he could only helplessly admit his defeat, and his once proud head slowly drooped.