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I swung my longsword, facing multiple opponents, when suddenly, another swordsman in black appeared behind me. His swordplay was incredibly swift, the blade's light streaking through the night sky like a shooting star, aimed directly at my back. I took a deep breath, focusing all my energy. The Azure Blood Sword in my hand seemed to come alive, emitting a brilliant blue light. In an instant, my strength surged, and I turned to meet his sword with mine. The clash produced a crisp sound as the sword in the shadow guard's hand shattered, pierced through the throat by the sword energy. A burst of azure sword energy shot out in all directions, snapping nearby trees like twigs.
At that moment, I felt as if I had merged with the Azure Blood Sword. My heightened senses allowed me to anticipate their every attack, and my combat power surged, temporarily fending off the shadow guards' assault. However, Mo Wuhen's shadow guards were no ordinary foes; their coordination was impeccable, and their relentless attacks began to take their toll on me. Despite employing the fierce and intricate techniques of the Azure Blood Sword, I gradually felt overwhelming pressure. Wounds began to appear on my body, and I realized there was no way out.
Just then, I unleashed the ultimate technique created by generations of Azure Blood Sword Masters—Flowing Cloud Blood Sword Technique. This style utilized softness to overcome hardness and speed to counter slowness; each strike flowed like clouds—ethereal and unpredictable—shrouded in a faint azure glow. The sword energy surged like a tempest, making it difficult for the black-clad men to adapt. Their offensive momentum was suddenly suppressed.
Seizing this opportunity, I swiftly eliminated several shadow guards, alleviating some of the pressure from being surrounded. Yet I knew this situation wouldn’t last long; I had to find a breakthrough quickly or risk exhausting myself. In a clash of strength, I was forced back against a large tree, momentarily stabilizing my position.
It was then that I noticed one of the shadow guards—a Leader among them. His eyes glinted with cunning; he was clearly the mastermind behind this ambush. I resolved to capture the leader first. With a sudden shout, I summoned a surge of azure light from the Azure Blood Sword and accelerated my strikes. The sword light shot forth like a meteor across the night sky, aimed straight at the leading black-clad figure. Although he reacted quickly, he could not fully evade my blade. My attacks pressed him into a direct confrontation; after several exchanges, a fierce thrust from the Azure Blood Sword pierced through his chest.
With the Leader down, the shadow guards faltered in their assault. Taking advantage of their disarray, I launched a counterattack—striking faster than before and trading injuries for victories until I finally forced back the remaining black-clad figures despite sustaining serious wounds. Ultimately, I broke through their encirclement and escaped into the woods.
In the desolate forest of Yuming Valley, alone against Mo Wuhen's elite pursuers, I fought fiercely to break free but collapsed from exhaustion after a brutal struggle amidst the dead trees.
As dawn broke, I suddenly opened my eyes, feeling a dull ache throughout my body—a bad sign. Instantly alert, I rolled over and tightly gripped the Azure Blood Sword, ready to confront any potential enemies. However, stepping out from behind a tree was a young man with an upright posture and clear eyes that radiated warmth. Dressed in a simple long robe that exuded both scholarly elegance and martial spirit, he bore no trace of hostility.
"You need not fear; I mean you no harm," he said gently, his voice imbued with a reassuring strength.
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