After regaining his composure, Ran Qiyue hurriedly dodged, but was still wounded by the sword's energy. Blood streaks appeared on his body, and blood gushed out like a fountain. He brandished the sharp sword in his hand and engaged in a thrilling fight with Mu Lige.
Ran Qiyue's figure was nimble, moving across the battlefield like a ghost, the sword in his hand flashing with cold light, each move was insidious and cunning, aiming directly at Mu Lige's vital points. Mu Lige, on the other hand, was as steady as a rock, the Soul-Chasing Sword in his hand danced like a flying sword, the sword's momentum was sharp, and each strike was accompanied by the sound of breaking wind, and he responded with ease.
The two exchanged blows, swords crisscrossing and sparks flying. Ran Qiyue's sword moves were like a venomous snake, cunning and ruthless, leaving no room for escape; Mu Lige's sword techniques were majestic, both offensive and defensive, and imposing.
The atmosphere of the battle was extremely tense. The fight between the two became more and more intense. The air around them seemed to be stirred by their swords, forming a powerful airflow.
Mu Lige's swordsmanship flowed like flowing clouds and water, each strike imbued with endless murderous intent. Ran Qiyue, on the other hand, relied on his uncanny agility to repeatedly avoid vital points, but after several rounds, he was gradually showing signs of fatigue, with cold sweat on his forehead.
Seeing this, Hua Qingcheng sped up her playing. The music grew more passionate, sweeping over like a torrential rainstorm. Fueled by the music, Mu Lige's attack became even more ferocious.
Finally, Ran Qiyue revealed a flaw. Mu Lige seized the opportunity and stabbed Ran Qiyue in the chest. Ran Qiyue screamed and fell to the ground.
As Ran Qiyue fell, the evil spirits instantly vanished. The rebel soldiers cheered, celebrating this hard-earned victory.
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