The two Zhao Yuweis reacted differently.
The real Zhao Yuwei seemed to have already determined the authenticity of Xiao Feng, and stood in front of one Xiao Feng while pointing her sword directly at the other.
Meanwhile, the fake Zhao Yuwei protected the fake Xiao Feng and kept a wary eye on the real Zhao Yuwei.
"Stop!" The two Zhao Yuwei shouted at each other at the same time, and then they started fighting.
A cold glint flashed in Zhao Yuwei's eyes. With a flick of her wrist, she drew the longsword from her waist, which gleamed with a ghostly blue light.
The blade was faintly visible with flowing water patterns, and the edge exuded a chilling aura, as if it could freeze the surrounding air.
"Come on, let me see how powerful you are!" Zhao Yuwei said coldly, thrusting her sword towards the "Zhao Yuwei" opposite her.
The sword wind howled, its sharpness fully revealed.
"Zhao Yuwei" reacted quickly, slightly shifting her body to the side and easily dodging the fierce attack.
Instead of retreating, she advanced, her right fist striking Zhao Yuwei's chest like a whirlwind.
Zhao Yuwei quickly sheathed her sword and went back to defend, blocking the fierce punch with a crisp clang.
The impact of the metal colliding with flesh sent a shiver down Zhao Yuwei's spine.
"You've got some skills, huh?" Zhao Yuwei sneered, her steps nimble and her figure unpredictable.
The two "Zhao Yuwei" exchanged blows, using both fists and feet.
Zhao Yuwei launched a flying kick, aiming straight for her opponent's knee.
Zhao Yuwei blocked with her elbow, then turned and swept out with a whip kick.
Zhao Yuwei dodged with a backflip, and the moment she landed, she rushed forward again, unleashing a barrage of punches that left a trail of shadows.
Seeing the two Zhao Yuwei engaged in a fierce battle, Xiao Feng was extremely anxious.
His pupils contracted slightly, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his fists clenched and unclenched unconsciously.
"Damn it, which one is the real Yuwei?"
If this matter isn't clear, then things will get complicated later on!
Suddenly, a glint of light flashed in Xiao Feng's eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
He straightened his back and shouted in a loud voice, "Yuwei, when we got engaged, was that wooden hairpin made of sandalwood?"
This question was like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the chaotic situation.
Both Zhao Yuwei stopped moving at the same time, and the surrounding mist seemed to disperse slightly as if startled.
The two Zhao Yuwei reacted very differently when they heard the question.
A man, his face full of doubt, brows furrowed, and lips trembling slightly, blurted out: "What hairpin?"
Another Zhao Yuwei quickly responded, "Naturally, it's made of agarwood."
As she spoke, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a knowing smile.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng's eyes instantly sharpened like an eagle's.
Looking at the two Zhao Yuweis in front of her.
Suddenly, his pupils dilated slightly, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
"Found you!" Xiao Feng was secretly delighted and unleashed "Water Curtain Heavenly Splendor" without hesitation.
His hands moved with fluid grace, and the surrounding moisture, as if summoned by him, quickly condensed together.
In the blink of an eye, a huge water curtain formed, sweeping towards the fake Zhao Yuwei like a surging wave.
Where the water curtain passed, ripples spread through the air.
The fake Zhao Yuwei clearly didn't expect Xiao Feng to make a sudden move, and was unable to dodge in time, so she was hit head-on by the water curtain.
Her body twisted and changed instantly, like a crumpled piece of drawing paper, and she let out a shrill scream.
As the water curtain dissipated, a woman dressed in red appeared.
Her makeup was alluring, with eyeliner as sharp as a knife and red lips as vibrant as blood.
Her eyes held a hint of allure, yet also a touch of disdain.
The woman in red parted her lips slightly, her voice as alluring as a snake's forked tongue: "Young man, you have a good eye!"
At the same time, another Xiao Feng also transformed into a man dressed in black robes.
His face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, with only a pair of eyes that gleamed with a cold light visible.
The woman in red and the man in black exchanged a smile.
The man in black robes nodded slightly, while the woman in red raised an eyebrow; there seemed to be a silent exchange between them.
They slowly turned to Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei, a sinister smile appearing on their faces.
The black-robed man's voice was like a cold blade, slicing through the air: "Stay obediently in this formation, or Sima Yan's life will be in danger."
Before the words were even finished, a sinister and terrifying aura instantly spread out.
The man in the black robe exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, as if he could take someone's life at any moment.
"Impossible! We must leave this place!"
The woman in red sneered, raising her eyebrows high, her eyes full of disdain.
She glanced at Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei with disdain, a mocking smile playing on her lips: "You think you can save him? You're overestimating yourselves; you can't possibly beat us."
Her tone was full of contempt, as if she were looking at two overconfident ants.
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding space suddenly began to distort and deform.
Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei felt a blur before their eyes, and countless mirrors appeared out of thin air, surrounding them firmly in the center.
The mirrors gleamed with an eerie light, constantly reflecting the shadows of the two people.
Twisted human faces sometimes appear on the mirror, and bloody scenes flash by, which is terrifying.
Xiao Feng cautiously looked around, when suddenly his gaze was drawn to one of the mirrors.
The mirror reflected a chilling scene.
He saw himself covered in blood, a long sword embedded in his chest, his life rapidly slipping away.
Even more shockingly, the person wielding the sword was none other than Zhao Yuwei!
In the mirror, Zhao Yuwei's eyes were vacant. She drew her long sword expressionlessly, letting Xiao Feng's body fall limply to the ground.
This scene struck Xiao Feng like a heavy hammer blow.
He involuntarily took a step back, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.
Zhao Yuwei was also frightened by the sight in the mirror, her face turned pale, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.
"This...this is impossible!" Zhao Yuwei murmured in horror, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Just as the two were gripped by panic, Xiao Feng suddenly came to his senses.
He took a deep breath, a determined glint in his eyes.
"My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens!" Xiao Feng roared, straightening his back and exuding an arrogant aura, as if he wanted to contend with heaven and earth.
This roar was like a thunderclap, instantly dispelling the gloom that had shrouded their hearts.
Zhao Yuwei seemed to be encouraged as well, and her fighting spirit rekindled in her eyes.
Upon seeing this, the woman in red and the man in black slightly softened their expressions of disdain.
Just then, their own reflections in the mirror seemed to break free of their restraints, lunging at the two of them like demons, baring their fangs and claws.
Those shadows had blood-red eyes, wide-open mouths, and sharp fangs.
Zhao Yuwei's eyes narrowed, and she thought to herself, "These shadows can actually break free from the mirror's attack. It seems that the strangeness of this formation is far beyond my imagination."
A thin layer of ice instantly formed on the longsword in her hand, swirling with a chilling aura.
Ice crystals spread rapidly across the sword.
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