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The next morning, the four of them set off for the ancient battlefield. Along the way, they were cautious, keeping an eye out for possible ambushes. When they were halfway there, a group of black-clothed people suddenly attacked from all directions. These black-clothed people wielded long swords with sharp and clearly professionally trained swordsmanship.
Xiao Xiangzi drew her sword to meet the enemy, displaying agile swordsmanship and aiming for vital points with her sword tip. Every step she took was calculated precisely, and every strike was aimed at the enemy's weak spots. Although her face still appeared pale, her eyes revealed unwavering determination.
Mo Deqian fought with the man in black, his long sword raging like a storm. Every one of his strikes aimed directly at the opponent's vital points, his swordsmanship precise and without any unnecessary movements. His figure moved through the crowd of black-clad men as if in a deserted place.
Zhou Dawei swung a large bronze hammer with boundless strength. Every blow carried astonishing power, sending the men in black flying. His simple and honest face bore a hint of madness, as if battle was his instinct.
Cui Hongxian has excellent light skills, and the soft sword dances in her hands with unparalleled agility. Her swordsmanship is both swift and agile, as she weaves through the black-clothed figures, each thrust of her sword posing a great threat to her opponents.
As the autumn wind rustles and dry leaves swirl in the air, the four of them have just fought a fierce battle, finally driving back the group of black-clothed figures. Their breath has not yet calmed, and sweat and blood stains intermingle on their clothes. Xiao Xiangzi wipes his sword while remaining vigilant. Mo Deqian calmly inspects his long sword, his movements appearing somewhat mechanical but highly efficient.
After a short rest, they continued on their way. They arrived at an ancient battlefield, where ruins were scattered everywhere, desolate and bleak. A dilapidated ancient tomb stood alone in the wilderness, emitting a gloomy atmosphere. Xiao Xiangzi furrowed her brow and carefully walked ahead, each step steady.
Zhou Dawei gazed at the desolate ancient battlefield and couldn't help but feel deeply moved: "This was once a place of fierce battles, but now it's just desolation."
Cui Hongxian nodded in agreement, "Yes, the vicissitudes of history are all witnessed in these ruins."
Mo Deqian remained silent, his gaze sweeping around, alert for potential dangers. His eyes were firm, and his expression appeared cold and serious.
They carefully explored the area around the ancient tomb. Xiao Xiangzi moved with both caution and agility, as if she were searching for something. Cui Hongxian occasionally checked the ground for traces, her eyes revealing intense focus.
Suddenly, there was a slight sound under Xiao Xiangzi's feet. She looked down and discovered a partially buried ancient stone tablet. She crouched down and carefully brushed away the dirt, revealing the text on the tablet.
"This is the burial place of ancient famous generals," Xiao Xiangzi read in a low voice.
Mo Deqian gazed at the stele, a slight smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "This general may be related to the secret realm we are looking for."
Zhou Dawei brandishes a large bronze hammer, exclaiming boldly, "In any case, we must get to the bottom of this."
Cui Hongxian nods in agreement, her gaze sweeping around the ancient tomb as if searching for the entrance.
Before the ancient tomb, it was desolate and deserted. Amidst the crumbling stone tablets, Mo Deqian stood quietly, his eyes revealing confusion and struggle. This expedition was not only a search for the Ye Wuke, but also a quest to uncover his own past.
In the depths of this ancient tomb, Mo Deqian's memories gradually became clear. He recalled being a disciple of Taoism and practicing his art here. Those forgotten memories flooded back to him like a tide.
Xiao Xiangzi noticed the unusual behavior of Mo Deqian and asked softly, " Mo Deqian, it seems like you have discovered something?"
Mo Deqian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I have been here before. My past is closely connected to this place."
Zhou Dawei raised his eyebrows and asked in puzzlement, "What secrets are hidden in this ancient tomb?"
Mo Deqian's eyes flashed with determination as he said, "I must face my past. Perhaps, there lies the key to finding the answers I seek."
Four people entered the ancient tomb cautiously. The tomb was gloomy and cold, filled with dampness and silence. Faintly visible on the walls of the tomb were murals depicting ancient legends and secrets.
Xiao Xiangzi's gaze swept over the murals and she whispered, "These murals seem to record some kind of ancient power."
Mo Deqian stared at the mural, gradually piecing together fragments of memory in his mind. Suddenly, he remembered being exiled by Sect because of his curiosity about forbidden secret arts.
"Cui Hongxian" asked with concern, "Mo Deqian, have you remembered something?"
Mo Deqian nodded, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness: "Yes, I remember now. I was once expelled from Sect because of my exploration of forbidden secret arts. My past identity seems to be in irreconcilable conflict with who I am now."
Xiao Xiangzi smiled slightly and encouraged him: "Everyone has a side of their past that is unknown to others. What's important is who you are now and the path ahead."
Mo Deqian's eyes flashed with determination: "Yes, no matter what happened in the past, what I need to do now is to stop the plan of Ye Wuke and protect the innocent."
Zhou Dawei patted Mo Deqian's shoulder and said heartily, "No matter what, we are brothers."
Cui Hongxian also nodded with a smile, her eyes full of trust: "We will walk with you until the end."
Mo Deqian took a deep breath, his mind made up. No matter what difficulties he faced, he would not escape anymore.
Four people continued to search for possible clues in the ancient tomb. In a secluded chamber, they discovered a sealed coffin. The coffin was inscribed with ancient and intricate runes, seemingly containing powerful forces.
Mo Deqian gazed at the coffin, feeling an inexplicable sensation welling up in his heart. He reached out to touch the coffin, and suddenly, it emitted a dazzling light.
Xiao Xiangzi asked nervously, "What is this?"
Mo Deqian's face turned serious, "This may be the key to the secret technique that Ye Wuke is searching for."
Just then, a gloomy voice sounded in the tomb: "You finally came."
The four turned around, only to see Ye Wuke appearing in the tomb with a group of followers. His eyes gleamed with cunning, and a sly smile played on his lips.
Mo Deqian tightly gripped his long sword and said coldly, " Ye Wuke, your conspiracy ends here."
" Ye Wuke " sneered, "You will eventually realize that my plan is far greater than you can imagine."
Xiao Xiangzi gripped the short sword tightly: "We won't let you succeed."
A battle was about to erupt, and the four of them confronted Ye Wuke and his subordinates in a fierce standoff. Mo Deqian's long sword shimmered with a cold light. At that moment, he was no longer the confused Taoist, but a brave warrior facing the past and steadfastly moving towards the future.
The sound of Ye Wuke echoed in the depths of the ancient tomb, and his men tightened their grip on their weapons, filled with a murderous intent. Xiao Xiangzi gripped his short sword tightly, his gaze resolute and thoughtful, knowing that this would be a difficult battle.
Mo Deqian stared at Ye Wuke and said in a deep voice, " Ye Wuke, your ambition is clear for all to see. Today, it will be your end."
Ye Wuke sneered, "Perhaps you were once my opponent, but now, you are nothing but a pitiful worm."
Xiao Xiangzi glared disapprovingly at Ye Wuke, taunting, " Ye Wuke, your arrogance will be your downfall."
The battle broke out immediately, and the four quickly separated to engage in combat. Xiao Xiangzi's short sword danced like the wind, with each strike being extremely precise. She remained attentive to potential opportunities for gain during the battle, her eyes revealing a sense of greed.
Mo Deqian's long sword was as cold as ice, each strike carrying a resolute killing intent. His eyes gleamed with a cold light, and every swing of his sword was filled with strength.
Zhou Dawei Wielding a large bronze hammer, he possesses immense strength. Every strike of his is earth-shattering, sending enemies flying. His eyes are filled with the passion of battle, and an excited smile lights up his honest face.
Cui Hongxian Agile as a swallow, her flexible sword moves like a living creature, weaving through enemies with deadly precision. Her eyes sparkle with the light of wisdom, and every step is a cleverly calculated move.
Ye Wuke saw the situation turning unfavorable and unleashed his ultimate move. His figure appeared and disappeared unpredictably, and every strike carried formidable internal force. However, the seamless coordination between Mo Deqian and Xiao Xiangzi made it difficult for him to succeed.
Xiao Xiangzi's short sword suddenly thrust towards Ye Wuke's chest, but he narrowly evaded it. Seizing the opportunity, Mo Deqian attempted to stab Ye Wuke in the back, only to be repelled by Ye Wuke's internal force.
The battle continued on the desolate ancient battlefield, with both sides fiercely engaging in combat, displaying their extraordinary skills. Mo Deqian suddenly had a moment of inspiration in the heat of the battle, recalling an ancient sword technique he had learned in the Taoist temple. It was an extremely secretive skill, to be used only in the most desperate moments. There was little expression on his face, but his eyes revealed a determined light. Taking a deep breath, Mo Deqian concentrated all his inner strength at the tip of his sword, and then fiercely struck out.
This strike was so swift and powerful that it seemed to tear through the air, directly piercing through Ye Wuke's defense and hitting him in a vital spot. Ye Wuke's face instantly turned pale with shock, as he spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered unsteadily.
Upon seeing Ye Wuke getting injured, his subordinates panicked and began to retreat. Xiao Xiangzi quickly led the others to pursue, using her agile lightness skill to swiftly approach Ye Wuke.
The battle reached its climax. Zhou Dawei swung a large bronze hammer, the booming sound echoing across the battlefield, each strike carrying earth-shattering force. Cui Hongxian used her flexible sword to weave through the enemies, the tip of the sword gleaming with a cold light.
In the end, Ye Wuke exhausted the last of her strength in despair and suddenly launched a counterattack, severely injuring Xiao Xiangzi. She was caught off guard and hit by Ye Wuke's hidden weapon, causing her body to sway, but she gritted her teeth and did not fall.
Taking advantage of the situation, Ye Wuke fled the battlefield covered in blood. As he left, he coughed up blood, his eyes filled with unwillingness and his expression twisted: "I underestimated you. But the secrets in this world are far more than you can imagine." With these words, he disappeared into the night like a ghost.
After the battle, Mo Deqian supported Xiao Xiangzi and walked to the bloodstains left by Ye Wuke, bowing his head to gaze at it. His voice was cold and stern: " Ye Wuke, your ambition is ultimately futile."
Xiao Xiangzi's face showed pain, but more so, it was calm: " Ye Wuke, your era has ended. The martial world does not tolerate someone like you."
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