The morning mist gradually dissipated in the twilight of dawn. Outside the mysterious organization's stronghold, Jiang Zhi and his team's initially silent infiltration operation was suddenly plunged into a fierce melee due to the enemy's vigilance. The air was buzzing with shouts and cries of killing. The flashes of swords and sabers shimmered and intertwined in the morning light, and the smell of blood quickly filled the air.
Jiang Zhi's limber form darted through the enemy lines like a streak of black lightning. Her longsword swung with a shimmering gleam of cold light, each swing carrying a sharp gust of wind, precisely deflecting thrusts or swiftly slicing through their throats. Her gaze was focused and cold, as if the chaotic battlefield held a clear thread within her vision, and she could discern every enemy's next move.
However, the enemies kept coming, one wave retreating only to be replaced by another. The long and fierce battle gradually drained Jiang Zhi's physical strength. Sweat soaked her back, and her hair was messy and stuck to her cheeks, but her posture remained upright, and the long sword in her hand did not tremble at all.
As she engaged a towering, skilled martial artist, his attacks were swift and deadly. Concentrated in countering the blows, Jiang Zhi momentarily failed to notice the movement behind her. Suddenly, a dark figure approached with ghostly speed, carrying a chilling, murderous aura. Relying on her years of sharp intuition, Jiang Zhi dodged to the side, feeling only a gust of wind brush past her ear as she narrowly avoided the fatal blow.
She turned and saw Jiang Yao standing atop a boulder not far away, like a maddened banshee. Her eyes were wild, a twisted flame of jealousy burning in them, and a hideous smile etched itself on her face, a smile that seemed especially eerie amidst the bloody battlefield. "Jiang Zhi, today is your death, and neither your child will live!" Jiang Yao roared, her voice piercing the air, as if she wanted to vent all her resentment in this moment. She swung the whip in her hand, the tip whistling in the air, commanding her men to attack with even greater ferocity, like wolves.
Jiang Zhi's heart trembled, knowing full well that today's battle would be far more difficult than she had imagined. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the slightly fluctuating emotions caused by Jiang Yao's appearance. She gripped her sword tightly, a fearless glint in her eyes, ready to face even greater challenges.
At that moment, Shen Qingchen and his elite team arrived, like a celestial force. Leading the charge, Shen Qingchen stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his black ensemble rustling in the wind. His face was stern, his features hard and precise, and his deep eyes were focused on Jiang Zhi, trapped by the enemy. Seeing Jiang Zhi in such peril, he burned with rage, a fury that seemed to ignite the air around him.
"Jiang Zhi, I'm coming!" He shouted, his voice like a bell, echoing throughout the battlefield. This cry was filled with days of longing, worry, and endless affection. With that cry, he charged into the enemy camp like a tiger, his sword gleaming with cold light, each swing carrying a tremendous force. His swordplay was fierce and domineering. Wherever he struck, enemies fell like paper, blood splattering, a tragic flower of blood blooming before him.
Jiang Zhi's heart trembled at the sound of Shen Qingchen's voice. That familiar, boundless voice instantly dispelled the slightest trace of fatigue and fear within her. She turned and looked, their eyes meeting. For a moment, a thousand words were expressed in that one glance. That one glance, transcending countless hardships, was filled with longing, concern, and determination. At this moment, they needed no words, fighting side by side in tacit understanding.
Shen Qingchen quickly approached Jiang Zhi, shielding her side with his body, his longsword constantly deflecting the enemy's thrusts. His towering frame, like a solid wall, shielded Jiang Zhi from wave after wave of attacks. Jiang Zhi felt his warmth radiating from behind, her heart filled with emotion, her eyes slightly reddened. But she knew this was no time for sentimental sentimentality. She quickly adjusted herself, using her superb medical skills to bandage the wounds of her injured teammates, stabilizing the bleeding and pain, ensuring the team's fighting power remained undiminished.
On one occasion, a teammate was struck in the abdomen by an enemy's long sword. Blood gushed out, and his face instantly turned pale. Seeing this, Jiang Zhi rushed forward. As the enemy swung the sword again, she sidestepped and deflected the blow with the hilt of her sword. At the same time, she crouched down and quickly pulled out a first aid kit from her bosom. Her hands, like nimble butterflies, deftly cut open the teammate's clothing, cleaned the wound, sprinkled hemostatic powder, and then tightly bandaged it. The entire process took only a dozen seconds, but with perfect precision. The teammate's injury was initially under control. He gave her a grateful look and rejoined the battle.
On his side, Shen Qingchen faced the onslaught of several enemies without fear. One enemy swung a knife from the left, but he dodged, dodging it sideways while simultaneously thrusting his sword into the chest of another. Immediately afterwards, he launched a flying kick at the enemy attacking from behind, sending them flying several meters away. However, the enemies grew in number, and he gradually took on the wounds. A single knife scratched his arm, blood oozing out, but he seemed oblivious, continuing to fight bravely.
Jiang Zhi saw Shen Qingchen injured from the corner of her eye, and her heart tightened. She swung the sword in her hand more vigorously to share the pressure with him. "Qingchen, be careful!" she shouted. Shen Qingchen turned to look at her, his eyes full of tenderness, and nodded slightly.
The two worked together, advancing towards the heart of the mysterious organization. Their love grew ever more intense amid the raging flames of war, becoming each other's strongest support in this life-or-death battlefield. Their allies, inspired by their tacit understanding and bravery, were also inspired by their momentum, their morale soaring and their fighting power bursting.
A young man among the allies, initially timid in battle, was overcome with pride upon seeing Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen fighting side by side. He gripped his spear tightly, shouted, and charged at the enemy, his spear tip like a venomous snake, striking down several foes in quick succession. Another elder, skilled in hidden weapons, had his eyes sharpened. His hands swiftly flung hidden weapons, striking the enemy's vital points with pinpoint accuracy, clearing the way for Jiang Zhi and his men.
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