Her gaze was like lightning. Taking advantage of the opening, she pounced forward with the speed of a cheetah, her double-edged scimitar transforming into a dazzling silver light as she stabbed towards Youming's abdomen. This move was fast, accurate, and ruthless, like a shooting star chasing the moon, giving her opponent no chance to catch her breath.
The scimitar sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, startling the butterflies in the grass, their colorful wings shimmering in the sunlight. Youming snorted coldly, his contempt deepening.
He swung his longsword horizontally, a seemingly simple movement that contained immense power, easily deflecting her attack. Sparks flew as the blades clashed, like dazzling fireworks bursting in the sunlight.
The light shone on their cold, stern faces, adding to their menacing aura. A squirrel, startled, darted away on the illuminated tree trunk, leaving a blurry silhouette.
At the same time, Youming raised his leg and kicked at her like a giant axe. The sound of the kick was like the roar of a tiger, and it was powerful and heavy.
A shallow footprint appeared on the ground beneath his feet, and the surrounding pebbles were sent flying, hitting the trees with a crackling sound.
Qin Qianluo was prepared. She performed a light backflip, like a bird spreading its wings, and once again created distance. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she spun her double-edged scimitar like a top, the blade forming a silvery-white shield under the sunlight.
The light from the shield swept towards Youming like sharp arrows, seemingly trying to devour him in the vortex of light. The air currents generated by the rotation caused the surrounding vines to sway violently, and some small, withered branches were swept into the air, tracing arcs in the sunlight.
Youming frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He wielded his longsword, creating a curtain of blades, each strike seemingly capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. The curtain of blades was like a wall of steel, radiating a chilling aura.
Where the blades flashed, the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, and sunlight shone through the blade's edge, creating wondrous beams of light and shadow. The two men's moves collided, producing a deafening sound that echoed through the forest like thunder, startling wild rabbits in the distance into a hasty retreat.
The powerful impact spread outwards, raising a cloud of dust that billowed like smoke, blurring the figures of the two. The dust, mixed with leaves and petals, created a dreamlike yet chaotic scene under the sunlight.
After several rounds, although Qin Qianluo was agile, she gradually felt strained in the face of Youming's powerful internal energy and superb martial arts.
Each swing of the Netherworld's longsword brought with it a whistling sound, and its attacks grew increasingly fierce, like surging waves, each stronger than the last.
Each flash of sword light was like a raging wave in the ocean, seemingly threatening to completely engulf her lone boat. His figure appeared and disappeared amidst the flashes of sword light, like a demon god from hell, exuding a chilling aura.
The surrounding trees swayed violently under the onslaught of the gale, and some withered branches broke off and fell to the ground with a dull thud.
Qin Qianluo gritted her teeth, her gaze fixed on Youming's every move. Beads of sweat fell like rain from her forehead, but the determination in her eyes never wavered.
She searched for the fleeting opening amidst the torrential attacks, like a lighthouse seeking hope in a raging storm.
Suddenly, she seized the brief gap after Youming's attack and charged towards him with lightning speed, creating a gust of wind as she shot off like an arrow.
But Youming seemed to have anticipated this. A cunning glint flashed in his eyes, and his longsword suddenly changed direction, moving with lightning speed towards her shoulder. The longsword sliced through the air, emitting a piercing shriek, as if announcing the imminent arrival of victory.
Qin Qianluo couldn't dodge in time, and a deep gash was cut open on her arm. Blood gushed out like a spring, staining her clothes red. The blood was particularly dazzling in the sunlight, and each drop fell to the ground like blooming red plum blossoms.
Blood dripped onto the grass, emitting a faint fishy smell, attracting a few ants to linger around.
But she showed no sign of backing down; the determination in her eyes burned like a raging fire, a fire that seemed intent on incinerating all obstacles. Using the force of her fall, she rolled over, moving with the agility of a wounded cheetah to reach Lingxue's side.
As she rolled, her wounds rubbed against the ground, every inch of pain stimulating her nerves, but she had only one belief in her heart: one more step and she would succeed.
She trampled the grass on the ground, staining it with blood. Seeing this, Youming revealed a mocking smile, thinking she was about to desert. That smile on his face was as hideous as a demon's grotesque face.
Just as Youming was preparing to press her advantage, she had already moved within three steps of Lingxue. Instantly, 001 released a powerful electric current, striking the man in black with destructive force.
The man in black's expression suddenly changed, as if his brain was being bitten by thousands of ants. His whole body went numb, and the dagger fell to the ground instantly. A powerful numbing sensation came from his limbs and bones, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his body at the same time, rendering him unable to move.
His eyes were filled with terror and disbelief. He clutched his head with both hands, collapsed, and his body trembled slightly.
Youming knew something was wrong and instantly erupted, trying to stop Qin Qianluo from getting close to Ling Xue. His eyes were full of malice, and his figure was extremely fast. His long sword was like a venomous snake, rushing towards Qin Qianluo.
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