I fulfilled the female supporting role's wish and I succeeded

Li Xiangyi tapped his toes lightly and darted out of the tomb like a ghost. Behind him, the sound of flute flying closely followed him. The two of them, one in front and one behind, turned into two streams of light in the darkness.

"Poshabu? It turns out to be you, Li Xiangyi!" The sound of the flute echoed in the night wind, with a hint of surprise and understanding.

Li Xiangyi deliberately led Di Feisheng to an open area outside the tomb. He knew that only here could he let go and compete with Di Feisheng.

When the flute flew out of the tomb, Li Xiangyi was already standing with his hands behind his back, quietly awaiting his arrival. The sunlight shone on him, elongating his figure, and the mask on his face shone with an eerie light.

"Li Xiangyi, it turns out you are not dead." Di Feisheng spoke slowly, his voice low and magnetic, his eyes fixed on Li Xiangyi, as if he wanted to see through him.

"I have a strong life, and King Yama won't take me." Li Xiangyi said lightly, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone.

"Stop talking nonsense, bring me 'Tears of Guanyin', and let me see if you have made any progress in the past ten years." A hint of fighting spirit flashed in Di Feisheng's eyes, and he couldn't wait to fight with Li Xiangyi again to see who was better.

"Then it depends on your ability!" Before Li Xiangyi finished speaking, he pulled out a long sword with a cold glow from his sleeve. The sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, reflecting a cold light in the sun. This was his famous weapon - the beheading sword.

Seeing this, Di Feisheng was not willing to be outdone. He flipped his palms and a powerful internal force condensed in his palms. The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this internal force.

The two exchanged glances and attacked simultaneously. Li Xiangyi's figure flashed, transforming into a shadow. The slashing sword in his hand stabbed towards Di Feisheng like a spirit snake. His swordsmanship was light and graceful, yet concealed murderous intent. Each strike aimed directly at Di Feisheng's vital points.

Di Feisheng responded with palm techniques. His palms were fierce and domineering, and each palm contained powerful internal force, which formed a sharp contrast with Li Xiangyi's swordsmanship.

"Shangyi Taijian!" Li Xiangyi shouted softly, and his swordsmanship suddenly changed, becoming more fierce and swift. The slashing sword in his hand turned into a series of sword lights, like a violent storm, pouring towards the sound of the flute.

"Sad Wind Poplar!" Di Feisheng also shouted, and his palm technique also changed, becoming heavier and more powerful. His palms were like two mountains, pressing down towards Li Xiangyi.

For a moment, sword light and palm wind intertwined, making bursts of sharp sounds. The two men's figures intertwined, and the fight was difficult to separate.

Li Xiangyi's swordsmanship was exquisite, and each strike was just right, able to both neutralize Di Feisheng's attacks and counterattack. Di Feisheng's palm techniques were also extremely powerful, and each palm was so powerful that Li Xiangyi dared not take it head-on.

The two men fought from the ground to the air, and then from the air to the ground. The surrounding trees were knocked down one after another by their internal force, and the ground was left with deep marks by their fight.

The battle was so earth-shattering that the surrounding birds and beasts were frightened and fled in all directions. The entire cemetery was shrouded in a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

Li Xiangyi grew more courageous as the battle wore on. His swordplay grew faster and sharper, each strike carrying an unstoppable momentum. Di Feisheng, on the other hand, showed no sign of weakness. His palm strikes grew heavier and more powerful, each one carrying a crushing force.

The two fought fiercely for hundreds of rounds, but there was still no winner. Their internal energy had been depleted by half, but their fighting spirit had not diminished in the slightest.

Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in Li Xiangyi's eyes. He seized a fleeting opportunity, and the sword in his hand turned into a flash of lightning and stabbed towards Di Feisheng's chest.

The sword was extremely fast and fierce. Di Feisheng had no time to dodge and could only watch the sword pierce his chest.

At this critical moment, Di Feisheng gritted his teeth and forced the internal force in his body to form a protective qi in front of his chest.

"when!"

The sword struck the protective Qi, emitting a clanging sound. Although Di Feisheng's protective Qi blocked the fatal blow of the sword, it was also shattered.

Di Feisheng groaned, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He knew he had internal injuries, and if he continued fighting, he would be in grave danger.

Li Xiangyi succeeded in his attack and was about to press on when a better plan suddenly occurred to him. He withdrew his slashing sword, and in a flash, he was behind Di Feisheng and slapped him on the back.

Di Feisheng only felt a powerful internal force surging into his body, sealing his acupoints and making him unable to move.

"You lost." Li Xiangyi said lightly, with a hint of fatigue and relief in his voice.

Di Feisheng was captured alive by Li Xiangyi, who used acupressure to restrain him, making him unable to move. Li Xiangyi took him back to the tomb.

The tomb was a mess. Qiao Wanwan sat cross-legged on the ground, a trace of blood still lingering at the corner of her mouth, clearly injured. Beside her lay an open, empty square box. Not far away, a corpse lay, apparently slain by a single blow. Fang Duobing lay unconscious, leaning against a pillar.

"Wanwan, how are you?" Li Xiangyi hurried forward and supported Qiao Wanwan.

"I'm fine, just slightly injured." Qiao Wanwan shook her head. Her face was a little pale, but her eyes were firm.

"What's going on?" Li Xiangyi asked, pointing at the corpse and the square box on the ground.

"After you opened the coffin, you found a square box besides 'Tears of Guanyin'. This person suddenly appeared and tried to snatch the square box, but I beat him to death." Qiao Wanwan explained simply.

Li Xiangyi frowned after hearing this. He had never expected things to become so complicated.

"What about 'Guan Yin's Tears'?" Qiao Wanwan asked.

"I put it away." Li Xiangyi took out the 'Tears of Guanyin' from his arms and handed it to Qiao Wanwan.

Qiao Wanwan took the brocade bag and opened it. There was indeed a crystal clear bead inside, emitting a faint light. It was the "Tears of Guanyin".

"Let's leave here first." Li Xiangyi said. He helped Qiao Wanwan up, carried Fang Duobing on his back, and left the tomb with the sound of flute.