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After a night of intense activity, Kunlun Mountain finally returned to its former tranquility. The disciples' injuries were properly treated, and the fortifications and magic arrays were repaired.

Xue Tianhan, Xiaoqi, Senior Sister Huang Yan and Junior Brother Lingfeng gathered together to discuss the next countermeasures.

Xue Tianhan said in a deep voice, "The fact that Feng Yi and Zhang Jiao were able to invite such a powerful and mysterious person this time shows that the forces behind them cannot be underestimated. We must quickly ascertain their identities and motives so that we can formulate an effective countermeasure."

Xiao Qi nodded in agreement: "I agree with Tianhan. At the same time, we must strengthen the defense of Kunlun Mountain to prevent them from attacking again."

Senior Sister Huang Yan added, "In addition, we must also improve the cultivation and combat effectiveness of our disciples so that they can play a greater role at critical moments."

Junior Brother Ling Feng said, "Senior Sister is right. I can organize the disciples to practice and conduct actual combat drills to improve their strength."

Xue Tianhan nodded: "Okay, that's settled then. Everyone split up and get ready as soon as possible."

After the four of them finished speaking, they acted separately like arrows shot from a bow, and Kunlun Mountain fell into a busy atmosphere again.

However, fate is like a ruthless hand. While they are making intensive preparations, a more powerful and mysterious force is approaching quietly and silently, like a giant beast hidden in the darkness.

This force is like a demon from the Nine Nether Hell. Not only is their cultivation level unfathomable, like a towering mountain that makes people look up to them, but their methods are also vicious and cruel. Wherever they pass, it is like a dead silence. Kunlun Mountain is facing an unprecedented severe crisis.

Xue Tianhan stood alone on the highest peak of Kunlun Mountain, his posture as straight as a pine tree, yet he seemed to be carrying a heavy burden.

His eyes were fixed on the distance, as if they could penetrate the layers of fog. His brows were furrowed into the shape of a Chinese character "川", and the worry in his heart was like a surging tide.

He could clearly feel the oppressive feeling brought by the approaching force, which was like a mountain pressing down on his head, becoming increasingly stronger, like the oppression before a storm.

Xiao Qi, like a ethereal fairy, quietly came to Xue Tianhan's side. She also looked out at the distant sky, which seemed to be swallowed by darkness, and whispered, "Tianhan, I have a vague sense of foreboding, as if being tightly grasped by an invisible hand. This time, the enemy is probably much more powerful than Feng Yi and Zhang Jiao. Our situation is worrying."

Xue Tianhan sighed deeply, the sigh drifting in the air as if carried by a cold wind. "I know this too well, but my Lingxu Sect and Kunlun Sect have deep roots. How could we be easy prey? No matter how powerful the enemy, even if it means facing mountains of swords and seas of fire, we must fight with all our might, using our lives and blood to protect this land, our home, and our beliefs."

Xiao Qi's eyes reddened slightly as he nodded heavily, "Yes, I believe we can do it. However, we must also prepare for the worst. What if... what if we are defeated? What will happen to the countless lives in Kunlun Mountain?"

Xue Tianhan's expression froze, and he abruptly interrupted Xiao Qi, speaking like an unquestionable king: "Nothing could happen, Xiao Qi. We will definitely win. You must believe that justice may be late, but it will never be absent. Everything we do is for justice and for protection. God will surely bless us."

Xiao Qi gazed into Xue Tianhan's rock-hard eyes, as if she had seen a bright star in the darkness. A warmth welled up in her heart, like the warm spring sun. She knew that no matter how great the difficulties and obstacles, as long as Xue Tianhan was by her side, she would have the most solid support.

At this moment, a disciple came running over like a frightened deer, his voice trembling as he reported, "Master, this is bad! That force has reached the foot of the mountain and is approaching us like a surging tide! They are coming with such force and momentum, what should we do?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Tianhan stood up as if a beacon had been lit. His figure was like a towering mountain, and he shouted, "All disciples, listen up! Grab your weapons, put on your armor, and prepare to fight! Today, we will let the enemy know that Kunlun Mountain is not a place they can easily tread! We will defend our dignity with our lives!"

Xiao Qi also stood up like a heroine, holding the Heavenly Sword, the blade humming as if responding to its master's fighting spirit. Her eyes revealed a firm light like steel, like a burning torch.

The disciples of Kunlun Mountain responded like soldiers at the sound of a horn. They grabbed their weapons, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and donned their armor, which clanged against each other. A tense yet determined atmosphere permeated the entire Kunlun Mountain, as if a storm was about to break out.

Xue Tianhan looked at Xiao Qi and his disciples, a surge of lofty ambition welling up in his heart, like a surging river. He shouted, "Xiao Qi, disciples, today is our life-or-death battle! Let us fight together, for our homeland, for justice! Even to the last drop of blood, we will never retreat!"

Xiao Qi and his disciples shouted in unison, their voices resounding like spring thunder, echoing through the valley: "For our homeland, for justice, fight!"

With this shout, the battle in Kunlun Mountain officially began like a lit powder keg.

Xue Tianhan, Xiao Qi and the disciples, like a group of fearless warriors, launched a fierce and brutal battle against that powerful force.

They used their flesh and blood, like a solid shield, to defend the dignity of Kunlun Mountain and the belief in justice. Every swing of the sword and every attack was full of determination and courage.

The battle was brutal from the outset. Although the disciples of Kunlun Mountain were highly skilled and diligent in their training, they were still powerless in the face of this surging onslaught, like a candle in a gust of wind, swaying and threatening.

Xue Tianhan and Xiao Qi were like two sharp blades, leading the charge.

The sword in Xiaoqi's hand was like a nimble dragon flying up and down on the battlefield. Every time he swung the sword, it carried with it a powerful spiritual force, like a flash of lightning. Every sword took the lives of several enemies, and the blood of the enemies splattered under the sword, like a blooming flower of death.

However, even someone as brave and fearless as Xiao Qi gradually felt overwhelmed. The enemy was too powerful, like a towering mountain that was difficult to cross.

She had to concentrate all her attention, like a taut bowstring, to barely withstand wave after wave of attacks from the enemy. Sweat soaked her back, but her eyes remained firm.

Xue Tianhan is like a calm god of war. With his powerful cultivation and steady fighting style, he is like a stabilizing force on the battlefield, keeping his footing steady.

He formed seals with his hands, constantly maintaining the mountain protection formation. Rays of light shot out from his hands, like dazzling meteors, rushing towards the attacked area of ​​the formation, healing the wounds. As the battle continued, like the sands flowing through an hourglass, his spiritual power began to gradually deplete, his face growing paler, but the determination in his eyes remained unwavering.

At this moment, a disciple from Kunlun Mountain suddenly fell in a pool of blood, like a sapling broken by a strong wind.

Seeing this, Xiao Qi and Xue Tianhan felt their hearts tighten as if struck by a sledgehammer. They knew that if they couldn't repel the enemy quickly, the disciples of Kunlun Mountain would fall one after another, like harvested wheat, and the land would be stained red with blood.

Xiao Qi looked at Xue Tianhan, his eyes revealing anxiety and determination, and said, "Tianhan, we must find a way. Otherwise, if we continue like this, we will all be exhausted to death here, and the Kunlun Sect and the Lingxu Sect will be in an irretrievable situation. We can't just sit there and wait for death!"

Xue Tianhan's eyes were bloodshot, but he nodded firmly. He stared at the battlefield ahead, as if trying to find a glimmer of hope in this chaos, pondering a strategy.

Suddenly, as if struck by a flash of inspiration, his eyes lit up and he said, "Xiao Qi, I remember you said there's a very special place in Kunlun Mountain. There's a formation from ancient times that can unleash powerful offensive power. Can we use it to turn the tide of the battle? This may be our only hope right now."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qi's eyes lit up, as if she had seen a ray of light in the darkness. She said, "Yes, I almost forgot. That magic circle can indeed unleash a powerful attack force, like the wrath of a god."

But activating it consumes a great deal of spiritual energy, and once it's activated, it's like shooting an arrow from a bow, with no way back. We must ensure a fatal strike, otherwise we won't be able to fight back."

Xue Tianhan nodded solemnly, "That's right. We can't afford to gamble a second time. Go and prepare to activate the magic circle immediately. I'll hold the enemy back here to buy you some time. Xiaoqi, hurry!"

Xiao Qi nodded heavily, and like an arrow shot from a bow, he immediately ran towards the depths of Kunlun Mountain, and his figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

Xue Tianhan continued to stay on the battlefield like a lonely guardian, fighting a desperate battle with the enemy. Every time he swung his sword, it seemed as if all his strength was used up.

Time is like a stretched silk thread, passing by minute by minute, and every second seems like torture.

Xiao Qi finally arrived at the place where the secret magic circle was.

She looked at the ancient and mysterious magic circle in front of her, as if she saw the last hope. She took a deep breath, and then began to circulate her spiritual power, as if awakening a sleeping god.

Her forehead was covered with sweat and her face was as pale as paper, but her eyes were extremely firm. The magic spells in her hands kept changing, and her spiritual power was like a rushing river, continuously pouring into the magic circle.

At this moment, Xue Tianhan suddenly roared like a wounded lion on the battlefield.

Xiao Qi looked up and saw Xue Tianhan surrounded by several enemies, like a trapped animal in a desperate situation. He was wounded in many places, and his clothes were stained with blood. His situation was extremely critical, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.