funbook-pk Chapter 194 Bitter Battle in the Snow
Chapter 194 Bitter Battle in the Snow
After recovering a little, Xiaoyue struggled to get up, but the man had already followed her to her side like a shadow.
He suddenly grabbed Xiaoyue's hair with his left hand, pulled her head up high with force.
The man looked at Xiaoyue with a playful smile on his face, enjoying the thrill of controlling someone else's fate as if he were a cat playing with a mouse.
"White-haired witch, your level is not high enough. You are far from being able to fight me."
He said dismissively, his tone full of disdain and mockery towards Xiaoyue.
Xiaoyue gritted her teeth, gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, and tried to launch another counterattack.
But the man gave her no chance at all, kicking Xiaoyue hard again, sending her flying far away and falling into the snow once more.
This time, Xiaoyue felt as if all her strength had been completely drained. She lay helplessly on the ground, panting heavily, each breath appearing extremely difficult.
But in her eyes, there still shone an indomitable light, a tenacity that refused to give up even in the face of dire circumstances.
She knew she couldn't give up now, and she couldn't help but think of the scene of Xiao Ya teaching her martial arts.
The scenes were all so beautiful, so happy, so joyful.
She hasn't found Xiaoya yet, and she doesn't even know if Xiaoya is alive or dead. How can she collapse here?
She muttered to herself, "Sister Daya, Brother Hong, Sister Mei, I'm sorry. My current opponent is far too powerful. With my current strength, I simply cannot contend with him."
I have to break my promise to you, unless I use that forbidden technique. I still need to stay alive to find Xiaoya.
I promise you, this is the last time I will use it. If we can defeat the enemy this time, I will never again use this dangerous technique.
Xiaoyue slowly stood up, her gaze firm and profound. Despite her serious injuries, her indomitable will shone like a blazing flame, illuminating her surroundings.
A wicked smile played on the lips of a man not far away.
His eyes were full of contempt and smugness, as if victory was already in his grasp.
Xiaoyue took a deep breath, her voice weak yet full of strength.
"You are indeed very strong. You are the first true master I have encountered since we started fighting. Your swordsmanship is fierce and your attacks are like a tidal wave. I have benefited greatly from your skills."
The man paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Oh? To have reached the Great Harmony Realm at such a young age is indeed remarkable. But it's a pity..."
"What a pity?" Xiaoyue raised an eyebrow and asked.
The man's smile widened, but his tone revealed a hint of murderous intent.
"It's a pity you can't grow up. Today, you're going to die here. Tell me, isn't that a pity?"
Xiaoyue smiled gently, her smile carrying a hint of indifference and resolve.
"Really? That's a real shame. But are you really so sure about who lives and who dies?"
A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes upon hearing this, then he sneered, "You think it's a pity too, right? I think so too."
What a beautiful young girl, and now she's gone so young. But it was her own choice.
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Xiaoyue remained silent, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
Her body seemed to be filled with an invisible force, and a vast and powerful energy surged within her.
This power, like a sleeping dragon being awakened, spread wildly outwards from Xiaoyue's body, carrying boundless pressure and rage.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment, compressed by this force, emitting a low rumble.
The man stared wide-eyed at Xiaoyue, his face filled with disbelief. He had never seen such an astonishing aura and power.
A strong sense of crisis suddenly welled up in his heart, but for him it was only a little bit.
Meanwhile, on the distant battlefield, the five great spirit stars were locked in fierce combat with ten Lesser Yuan Realm warriors from the Valley Profound Dynasty.
Their figures weaved through the flashing swords, each move and stance imbued with immense power.
At that very moment, they simultaneously felt a powerful aura rushing towards them, startling them.
All five spirit stars know the source of this power.
They repelled the enemies in front of them and then retreated in a flash.
Meanwhile, on another battlefield, Daya was fighting a bloody battle with a group of soldiers from the Gu Xuan Dynasty.
Her figure was lithe and agile, and the weapons in her hands poured down on the enemy like a storm.
When she also sensed that powerful aura, a strong sense of shock welled up in her heart.
She knew this power came from Xiaoyue, so she could only grit her teeth and fight even harder.
After repelling the surrounding enemies, she immediately turned around and retreated to the rear.
The entire battlefield fell into a brief silence because of Xiaoyue's power.
All eyes were focused on Xiaoyue, as if at that moment she had become the center of the world.
Xiaoyue stood there quietly, letting the power surge within her, her eyes flashing with determination and resolve.
Daya's eyes were fixed on Xiaoyue's direction, and she shouted, "Xiaoyue!"
Her voice was filled with worry and anxiety.
Hua Lingxing frowned, puzzled, "Is this Xiaoyue's internal energy? How can it be so powerful?"
Bai Lingxing nodded solemnly: "That's right, just like last year at the border of the four countries. But this time, her power seems even more terrifying."
Meanwhile, on the battlefield where Xiaoyue was, the man witnessed in astonishment the transformation of the power within Xiaoyue's body.
As her internal strength continued to rise, surges of energy, like raging waves, erupted from Xiaoyue's dantian and swept across her entire body.
This power not only made her aura exceptionally strong, but also formed a faint, almost tangible, energy halo around her.
The man's gaze was fixed on Xiaoyue. He noticed that as the power was released, Xiaoyue's hair was undergoing an astonishing change.
The silver hair, which originally contained some black strands, was now turning completely white at an astonishing speed.
Just like the scene now, it seems to blend into the snow falling from the sky, shimmering with a faint cold light.
This transformation is not only breathtaking, but also reveals a formidable majesty and sacredness.
The man's expression grew increasingly solemn. Although he didn't know what kind of technique Xiaoyue had used.
But such a change was by no means accidental; it must be the awakening of some kind of power within the white-haired witch.
Just as the man's shock had not completely subsided, his gaze was once again drawn to the strange changes occurring on Xiaoyue.
He was surprised to find that Xiaoyue's pupils had changed subtly at some point.
Her once clear and bright black eyes were now replaced by a deep purple.
Her pupils turned a deep purple, as if they could see through all the illusions of the world.
Xiaoyue lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her figure appeared in front of the man like a ghost.
The man was terrified and hurriedly drew his knife to meet the enemy.
But at this moment, Xiaoyue's movements were unpredictable and she easily dodged the man's attack.
At the same time, the sword in his right hand drew a dazzling sword light, aiming straight for the man's left vital point.
Although Xiaoyue's speed was extremely fast, like a sudden storm.
But thanks to his profound skill, the man miraculously dodged them all.
Each time was fraught with danger, yet they managed to avoid Xiaoyue's sharp edge just in time.
Xiaoyue was startled. She had not expected that this man could unleash such amazing reaction and fighting power in such a desperate situation.
The fiercer her attacks, the more swift and sharp her swordsmanship became, the tip of her sword drawing silver trails in the air.
It was as if a net of death was being woven, attempting to completely engulf the man.
He remained unusually calm and composed in the face of Xiaoyue's overwhelming offensive.
His figure was elusive, moving across the battlefield like a ghost.
Every move he made perfectly neutralized Xiaoyue's attacks, and he even occasionally found an opportunity to counterattack.
Although Xiaoyue defused these counterattacks with even greater speed, it was enough to prove that he was not completely at a disadvantage.
Xiaoyue's fierce battle with the man gradually entered a heated phase.
Xiaoyue bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes filled with resentment.
She clearly realized that even if she exerted all her strength at this moment, she would find it difficult to touch this powerful opponent even slightly.
"Exquisite Moon Shadow!"
Xiaoyue let out a sharp shout, and her figure instantly transformed into several afterimages.
These afterimages, like the bright moonlight in the night sky, carried an aura of coolness and mystery as they swiftly traversed the battlefield.
Each afterimage seemed to contain endless mysteries, stabbing, slashing, or thrusting, all aimed at the man's vital parts.
A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, but then the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing an appreciative smile, and he couldn't help but praise him.
"What an exquisite move!"
His eyes instantly sharpened like an eagle's, and he held his long sword horizontally, the blade gleaming with a cold light, precisely blocking Xiaoyue's moonlight-like attacks one by one.
Each collision produced a crisp metallic clang, sending sparks flying.
Xiaoyue's attacks became increasingly fierce, but the rapid depletion of her internal energy made her face grow paler and the light in her eyes gradually dim.
Her pace inevitably slowed, and her breathing became rapid and heavy.
The man keenly noticed Xiaoyue's fatigue, and a murderous glint appeared in his eyes.
He leaped up suddenly, raising his right palm high, the black internal energy surging wildly within his palm, as if gathering all the dark power around him.
Then, with the force of a mountain crashing down, the man slammed his palm into Xiaoyue's chest.