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At that moment, Mo Wuhen quietly appeared outside the battlefield. After days of fruitless tracking and heavy casualties among his shadow guards, he could no longer afford to wait patiently at the periphery of the Nether Valley. He had personally led his shadow guards to pursue us.
Holding a long sword as dark as ink, a cold glimmer flickered in his eyes. He sneered as he fixed his gaze on the battle, suddenly seizing the opportunity to strike at me with a swift slash. His swordsmanship was ruthless, each move aimed at vital points, every strike infused with lethal intent.
Facing such a formidable opponent, Yun Yi and I showed no signs of retreat. We coordinated our attacks and defenses seamlessly, our mutual understanding allowing us to navigate the battle fluidly. However, Mo Wuhen's strength far exceeded our expectations. After several fierce clashes, it became evident that his martial arts were on a different level; each impact sent sharp pains through our meridians. His sword energy contained a strange power reminiscent of the demonic force of the Azure Blood Sword, a familiarity that unsettled me.
Why did his true energy contain a power similar to that of the Azure Blood Sword? Could he truly be the former master of the Azure Blood Sword? Was he also from Sword Heart Valley? This revelation filled me with unprecedented confusion and pressure.
As the battle intensified, although Yun Yi and I were at a disadvantage, our cooperation grew more refined. We understood that relying on each other was our only chance for survival in this life-and-death situation.
Just as Mo Wuhen let out a sudden roar, raising his sword to deliver a fatal blow, Yun Yi seized the moment. At the instant Mo Wuhen lifted his sword, he unleashed his sect's ultimate technique—"Wind Sweeping Away the Clouds." The strike surged like a tempest sweeping away remnants of clouds, its sword energy spreading outwards, targeting Mo Wuhen's vital points. Simultaneously, I executed my own unique skill from Sword Heart Valley—the "Meteor Blood." In an instant, my figure blossomed like a flower; with a flash of azure light, I appeared behind Mo Wuhen and silently aimed for his fatal spot.
Caught off guard, Mo Wuhen quickly summoned his protective true energy and countered with his sword. The clash rang out in rapid succession; despite his haste, he was still heavily injured by our combined assault and was sent flying back with a grunt, spitting out blood. Seeing this, the black-clad figures retreated in disarray. Mo Wuhen had underestimated our flawless teamwork and was caught off guard by our sudden counterattack; he could only lead his followers away in haste.
We exchanged smiles, knowing that although we were both severely injured, our eyes sparkled with hope for the future. This battle deepened our mutual understanding and camaraderie. For now, we had successfully repelled Mo Wuhen's pursuit and could breathe a sigh of relief; he would not catch up to us anytime soon.
As night fell, the campfire in the Nether Valley illuminated our faces. After this intense battle that had wounded Mo Wuhen significantly, Yun Yi and I finally had a chance to sit down and catch our breath. The sounds of insects chirping and occasional calls from night birds mingled with the crackling of the fire, creating a tranquil and harmonious atmosphere.
We tended to each other's wounds with gentle and practiced movements. During this process, we opened up to one another and shared stories from our hearts—tales of our pasts, dreams, and fears. I recounted my mission to purify the power of the Azure Blood Sword and the burden I carried. Yun Yi also revealed his inner world to me, sharing his experiences wandering through the martial world and his pursuit of martial arts.
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