**Fighting Storm: Xiao Yi and Han Che's life-and-death duel**
Night fell upon the land, and the surroundings were eerily quiet. Xiao Yi was alone, surrounded by Han Che's men. The moonlight, like water, sprinkled on the battlefield filled with a murderous atmosphere, adding a sense of solemnity and awe to this life-and-death struggle.
Xiao Yi knew the difficulty of today's battle, but for the sake of his beliefs and the people he protected, he resolutely faced the enemy. The sharp blade in his hand gleamed with a chilling cold light in the moonlight. Xiao Yi's posture was like that of a cheetah, his movements showing agility and courage.
He launched the first attack, swinging his blade like lightning, bringing with it a sharp sound of wind. Each knife hit the enemy with precision, accompanied by the enemy's screams and splattered blood. The wailing echoed in the night sky, like a cry of fear at the coming of death. However, the enemies continued to surge like a tide, their attacks like dense raindrops, constantly pouring down on Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi constantly dodged and counterattacked amidst this rain of attacks. He weaved through the crowd, as agile and free as a fish swimming in water. However, the enemy was outnumbered, and the prolonged fierce battle gradually left him feeling exhausted. Sweat soaked his clothes, staining his wounds. Every swing of the blade required more effort.
At this moment, a sinister laugh rang out, and then a tall figure slowly stepped onto the battlefield. It was Han Che, holding a long sword with a broad blade, which gleamed coldly in the moonlight. Han Che's eyes were sinister and cold, like a poisonous snake in the dark night, staring at Xiao Yi tightly, as if wanting to devour him.
"Xiao Yi, I want to see how you can escape from my palm today." Han Che's voice was low and hoarse, with an unquestionable domineering attitude.
Xiao Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and responded with a sneer: "Han Che, your death is coming." Endless anger burned in Xiao Yi's heart. Han Che's actions made him unbearable. He no longer retreated, but rushed towards Han Che again with the determination to die.
With that, the two men engaged in a fierce battle. Blades flashed, cold rays intersected, and every move and form contained endless power and murderous intent. Han Che's swordsmanship was incredibly sharp, and each strike carried a killing aura, as if he was determined to completely slash Xiao Yi under his sword. His attack was swift and resolute, leaving Xiao Yi no chance to breathe.
However, Xiao Yi, relying on his agile movements and tenacious will, repeatedly avoided fatal attacks in a perilous situation. His figure flashed like lightning, and he always cleverly dodged Han Che's blade the moment it shone on him. His steps were light and steady, as if he had merged with the ground, and no attack could truly hit him.
During the fierce battle, Xiao Yi gradually discovered some of Han Che's weaknesses. He noticed that although Han Che's swordsmanship was superb, his footsteps were a little heavy. Every time he turned around, Han Che's figure would sluggish slightly, and that brief pause was the flaw that Xiao Yi was waiting for.
Xiao Yi seized the opportunity and pretended to retreat. He retreated deliberately, his steps chaotic and panicked, as if he had fallen into a desperate situation. Han Che thought he had won, and a glimmer of pride flashed in his eyes. "Xiao Yi, you finally can't hold on anymore!" He shouted and pounced on him.
Xiao Yi seemed to be frantically dodging Han Che's attack, but he was inadvertently adjusting his posture and position. When Han Che thought he was about to give Xiao Yi a fatal blow, Xiao Yi suddenly turned around, his movements as smooth as flowing water. The homemade crossbow arrow he had prepared in advance was instantly shot out, the arrow tip piercing the air and blowing towards Han Che's leg with a sharp gust of wind.
Han Che sensed the danger and tried to dodge, but it was too late. The crossbow arrow accurately hit his leg, piercing through the muscles and bones. After Han Che was shot in the leg, his body swayed and the long sword in his hand almost fell out of his hand. Xiao Yi took the opportunity to advance, approaching Han Che like a ghost, and pressed the sharp blade in his hand against Han Che's throat.
"Han Che, you didn't expect this day to come?" Xiao Yi's voice was cold and firm, with a fire of revenge flashing in his eyes. He could feel the sharp blade in his hand piercing Han Che's skin, and the warm blood flowed down his arm and dripped onto the ground.
Han Che's face turned pale, he stared at Xiao Yi with wide eyes, as if trying to find some flaws in Xiao Yi's face. But there was no wavering or hesitation in Xiao Yi's eyes, only endless hatred and determination.
"Xiao Yi, do you think you win like this?" Han Che suddenly laughed coldly, his eyes revealing a sinister and calculating look.
Xiao Yi's heart trembled, but he did not relax his vigilance. Instead, he pressed the sharp blade forward again, "Stop talking nonsense and surrender, otherwise I will chop you down with my sword now."
Han Che snorted coldly, suddenly struggling to break free from Xiao Yi's oppression, and suddenly leaped back. His injured leg was in great pain again, and he couldn't help but let out a painful roar. But he had no intention of retreating. Instead, he took a defensive stance, "Since God has let me, Han Che, die on this battlefield today, then I will definitely make you pay the price."
Xiao Yi didn't give Han Che a chance to breathe. He swung his blade again and attacked Han Che. His speed was faster and his attack was more swift. Every knife was filled with hatred for Han Che. Han Che also knew that he had no way out at this time. He gritted his teeth and, relying on his tenacious perseverance and rich combat experience, started a life-and-death duel with Xiao Yi.
In the flash of the knife, the figures of the two people kept crossing each other. Xiao Yi's sharp blade kept attacking Han Che's vital parts, while Han Che relied on his superb defensive skills and tenacious life to struggle on the edge of life and death. Every confrontation was accompanied by blood splattering and painful groans.
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