Their eyes gleamed with unwavering determination, as if they could pierce through layers of mist and point directly at the enemy lurking in the shadows. The dense forest, with its towering trees, resembled a green ocean.
Qi Guze and Xu Yuehuai led their elite troops through this green sea, where the roars of wild beasts and the rustling of leaves added to the tension and mystery.
Suddenly, a cold wind swept in, carrying a faint smell of blood. Their hearts tightened, and they immediately gripped their weapons warily. Then, a dark figure flashed through the woods, moving with lightning speed. "That's..." A hint of doubt flashed in Xu Yuehuai's eyes.
"Chase!" Qi Guze commanded decisively. They followed the dark figure closely, traversing hill after hill, relentlessly pursuing it.
Finally, they cornered the dark figure in front of a secluded cave. It was a person dressed in black, with a black mask covering his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.
He held a sharp short sword in his hand, the tip still stained with blood.
"Who are you? Are you a member of that mysterious organization?" Qi Guze asked sharply. The man in black did not answer, but simply stared at them coldly.
His eyes seemed to hold a thousand-year-old icy chill, sending shivers down one's spine. Seeing this, Xu Yuehuai immediately ordered his soldiers to surround the man in black. In an instant, a fierce battle erupted, swords flashing and blades clashing.
The man in black moved with unpredictable speed and agility. He would roll on the ground, leap onto treetops, parry with his sword, and dodge to the side. His figure flickered in and out of the sunlight, dazzling the eye.
Qi Guze and Xu Yuehuai fought side by side, their teamwork seamless and their offense and defense well-organized. Under their leadership, the soldiers' offensive grew increasingly fierce.
Gradually, the man in black was at a disadvantage. Suddenly, a flash of cold light appeared, and the man in black's short sword flew out of his hand, aiming straight for Xu Yuehuai's throat.
Xu Yuehuai swayed and dodged to the side. At the same time, she leaped up and struck the man in black heavily on the shoulder. The man in black cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground.
The soldiers immediately stepped forward and tied up the man in black. Qi Guze knelt down and removed the man's mask. Before them appeared a completely unfamiliar face.
"Who are you? Where is that mysterious organization?" Qi Guze interrogated.
The man in black stared at him coldly, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "You'll never find that organization."
Qi Guze's eyes narrowed: "Not telling the truth? Then don't blame us for being impolite." He waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to use the torture instruments.
However, at that moment, the man in black suddenly foamed at the mouth and began to convulse. His face turned bluish-purple, and his eyes widened as if he had seen something terrifying.
"Oh no! He's been poisoned!" Xu Yuehuai exclaimed.
They hurriedly forced the antidote down the throat of the man in black, but it was too late. The man's body trembled violently, and he gradually stopped breathing.
The mocking smile remained on his face, as if to tell them: You will never know the truth.
Qi Guze and Xu Yuehuai exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with deep worry. They knew that this man in black was merely a scapegoat; the real enemy was lurking in the shadows, brewing an even greater conspiracy.
Just then, a scout rushed in to report: "Something's wrong! A group of men dressed in black have appeared in the city! They're searching everywhere for you!"
Qi Guze and Xu Yuehuai exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's thoughts: this time, they must completely eradicate the mysterious organization!
Then, Qi Guze and Xu Yuehuai returned to the capital of Dongsang Kingdom, weary from their journey. Their return did not cause jubilation among the people of the city; instead, they were stunned by the scene before them.
The once peaceful streets are now a scene of desolation, with people lying haphazardly in pools of blood, their blood and tears mingling to create a horrific sight.
Qi Guze clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with fury. He took a deep breath, trying his best to remain calm. Xu Yuehuai, on the other hand, looked grief-stricken; her hands trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"This must have been done by that mysterious organization!" Qi Guze said through gritted teeth.
They immediately gathered the city's elite troops, vowing to find the mysterious organization and seek justice for the victims. The soldiers were filled with righteous indignation; they swore to avenge the dead.
Soon after, they discovered traces of the mysterious organization in an abandoned warehouse in the west of the city. Qi Guze and Xu Yuehuai led their soldiers to quietly approach the warehouse, where they saw a group of masked men frantically slaughtering civilians. They held sharp swords in their hands and their faces were full of cruel smiles.
Seeing this, Qi Guze was filled with rage. He shouted, "Brothers, follow me!" With that, he rushed into the warehouse first, his long sword gleaming with a cold light.
Xu Yuehuai followed closely behind, her eyes resolute and determined. The soldiers also rushed into the warehouse, engaging in a fierce battle with the mysterious organization. The sounds of clashing swords, roars, and screams mingled and echoed throughout the warehouse.
Qi Guze was agile and his swordsmanship flowed like clouds and water, forcing his enemies to retreat step by step. Xu Yuehuai, on the other hand, used every move with power and wisdom, making him unpredictable to his enemies.
After a fierce battle, all the members of the mysterious organization were wiped out, but the battle also caused considerable injuries to Qi Guze and Xu Yuehuai.
Qi Guze had a deep, long cut on his left arm, and blood was flowing continuously; Xu Yuehuai's right leg was also injured, and he walked with a limp.
But they did not back down; instead, they continued onward, determined to find the leader of the mysterious organization.
Finally, in a secluded basement, they found the leader of the mysterious organization. He was tall, with a cold face and a cunning glint in his eyes.
He looked at Qi Guze and Xu Yuehuai, a cold smile playing on his lips: "You've finally arrived."
Qi Guze and Xu Yuehuai exchanged a glance, both understanding that this leader must be a formidable enemy.
Xu Yuehuai said angrily, "You have hurt so many innocent people for your own selfish reasons. Today, you shall pay with your life!"
Qi Guze gripped his longsword and charged forward; Xu Yuehuai drew his soft sword from his waist and engaged in a thrilling duel with the leader.
The battle intensified, with both sides exchanging blows and refusing to give an inch. Qi Guze's swordsmanship became increasingly fierce, aiming directly at the leader's vitals; Xu Yuehuai, on the other hand, was flexible and adaptable, sometimes attacking and sometimes defending.
Qi Guze moved like the wind, sometimes delivering powerful punches, sometimes moving with light steps, appearing and disappearing like a ghost. Xu Yuehuai, on the other hand, used softness to overcome hardness, her palm techniques light and unpredictable, sometimes like surging waves, sometimes like a gentle stream.
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