Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

"clank--"

A clear sound of sword chimes resounded across the battlefield. The Hanming Sword in Xu Xingchen's hand seemed to sense the fighting spirit in its master's heart, and it began to tremble with excitement. In this clear sword sound, it seemed to be endowed with life-like agility.

As Xu Xingchen's internal strength was stimulated, the sharp blade of the Hanming Sword emitted a dazzling light. These lights were particularly dazzling in the dark night. They flickered as if a meteor streaked across the night sky, bursting into bright stars.

The Hanming Sword in his hand turned into a dazzling light, like a hedgehog, wrapping around the Jin soldiers that Xu Xingchen was about to attack. The sword light flashed like a meteor across the night sky, dazzling people.

The Hanming Sword danced in Xu Xingchen's hand in beautiful arcs, like a nimble silver snake, wandering on the battlefield. Every time it was swung, it brought with it a sharp sword energy, pointing directly at the vital points of the Jin soldiers.

Wherever the sword passed, the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

“Puff—Puff—Puff!”

The sword techniques were continuous, like the endless flow of the Yangtze River. Every sword was full of power and speed, as fierce as a storm. The moves were extremely strange, and each one was bloody, making it unpredictable. The Jin soldiers fell one after another under Xu Xingchen's Hanming sword, and blood spurted out, dyeing the battlefield red.

“Knock-knock--puff--puff!”

The Hanming Sword in Xu Xingchen's hand collided with the Jin soldiers' long swords and spears, making a crisp metal collision sound. However, the weapons of the Jin soldiers could not withstand the sharpness of the Hanming Sword in Xu Xingchen's hand.

Because, it seemed that at this moment, the Hanming Sword in Xu Xingchen's hand seemed to come to life. It danced in the air, emitting lightning-like rays of light, and every swing carried the power of thunder.

The [Thirteen Changes of Illusionary Clouds and Mists] displayed by Xu Xingchen was as fast as lightning, as fierce as thunder, and unpredictable, making it impossible for the Jin soldiers to resist. His swordsmanship was like a dragon in the clouds, sometimes hiding in the clouds and mist, and sometimes turning the world upside down, making it impossible to defend against.

Every time the sword flashed, a Jin soldier would fall down, and the bright red blood gushed out from their wounds, staining the Hanming Sword in Xu Xingchen's hand red. Xu Xingchen's figure shuttled through the chaotic battlefield like a ghost, making it difficult to grasp.

Every step he took was filled with murderous intent, and every attack he made was terrifying. Bright red blood dripped onto the ground, forming pools of blood, and the battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The pools of blood on the ground sparkled coldly under the moonlight, like pieces of cold rubies scattered on the battlefield. The light and shadows reflected in the pools of blood illuminated the cruelty and tragedy of the entire battlefield, making people feel a chill.

The pools of blood on the ground, illuminated by the moonlight, seemed to have turned into strange and beautiful paintings. Those once vibrant lives were now only left with pools of blood, telling of the ruthlessness and cruelty.

Every drop of blood in the pool of blood silently tells how fierce and cruel the battle that just took place was. At this moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield became more depressing and heavy.

Those Jin soldiers were unable to resist Xu Xingchen's attack. Their eyes were filled with fear because Xu Xingchen's swordsmanship was too fast, too accurate, and too fierce. It was impossible to grasp its trajectory, let alone resist its edge.

Every attack of Xu Xingchen was as fast as lightning and dazzling. His swordsmanship was like a torrential rain, continuous and breathtaking. The Jin soldiers wanted to fight back, but found that before they could raise their weapons, the Hanming Sword in Xu Xingchen's hand was already against their throats.

Xu Xingchen's swordsmanship was not only fast, but also accurate. Every sword could accurately find the weaknesses of the Jin soldiers. Whether in defense or offense, he could easily break the Jin soldiers' moves. The Jin soldiers tried to block with shields, but Xu Xingchen's sword was like a dragon, passing through the gaps and taking their lives.

“Puff—Puff—Puff!”

The sword technique of [Thirteen Styles of Illusionary Clouds and Mist] was even more brutal and ruthless. Every time the sword was swung, it carried a sharp sword energy and pointed directly at the vital points of the Jin soldiers. Wherever the sword passed, blood spurted and limbs flew.

Faced with such an attack, the Jin soldiers were unable to form an effective resistance and could only watch their companions fall one by one. Under Xu Xingchen's Hanming Sword, the Jin soldiers' fear gradually escalated.

At that moment, the atmosphere of the entire prison seemed to have undergone subtle changes. There was a tense atmosphere in the air, as if all time had frozen at this moment, and every breath seemed unusually heavy.

"what!!"

Suddenly, a deafening scream tore through the surrounding air. The sound was full of astonishment and pain, like a soul that had been trapped for a long time finally found an outlet for release. It broke through the silent prison like a bolt of lightning splitting the dark night sky.

This cry was like a signal, stimulating the hidden emotions in the prison. Other prisoners were also infected by this force and began to struggle to express their desire for freedom and resistance to oppression. Soon after, more shouts and collisions began to echo in the prison, merging into a wave of sound, strong and powerful.

At this moment, another force also erupted. From the depths of the prison, a group of people dressed in ragged prisoners' clothes rushed out like wild beasts. Their eyes were firm and sharp, filled with desire for freedom and hatred for the enemy.

These imprisoned souls have been hiding in dark dungeons for a long time, and now they have finally found a chance to break free from their shackles. These people were originally prisoners imprisoned in prison, living in a dark and damp environment, suffering from oppression and torture from the Jin soldiers.

Their bodies were covered with scars from whipping and chains, their eyes were filled with rage against injustice and humiliation, every moment of survival was as if their skin was slowly cut by a blunt knife, the pain penetrating into their bones pushed their patience and endurance to the limit.

Long-term imprisonment and abuse have accumulated endless hatred for them. Now, with the opportunity of Zhao Banshan and Shi Shuangying being released during the chaos, they can finally release their long-suppressed anger. They have long been ready to die, and only think about how to take revenge on the enemies who have tortured them.

This group of people were like warriors returning from hell, and their goal was clear: not only to escape from this oppressive hell, but also to show their strength and anger to the Jin soldiers who brought them suffering.

One after another, they broke through the prison doors, picking up any weapons they could find, even though many of the prisoners were unarmed, all ready to unleash their flames of revenge on their former oppressors.

Although those prisoners are thin and seem unable to withstand too much wind and waves, their hearts are full of powerful strength. This strength comes not only from the desire for freedom, but also from the infinite yearning for future life.

They knew very well that the current chaos was their only chance and the only moment to break the long-standing shackles. Therefore, they must and must seize this opportunity to show their courage and determination to the Jin soldiers.

They didn't want to go back to that dark and cold prison again, where every day seemed like living in endless darkness and every night was a long night with death. Freedom was a luxury for them, but now, this luxury seemed to be within reach.

They were willing to do it even at the cost of their lives. This group of people rushed towards the Jin soldiers, their fists clenched. It was not a simple fight, but a reflection of the anger and conviction in their hearts. There was a firm light flashing in their eyes, which was not just light, but the flame of the soul, burning all obstacles that hindered their freedom.

At this moment, they took advantage of the chaos to rush out from the prison, forming a pincer attack from both inside and outside with the members of the Red Flower Society. The appearance of these former prisoners themselves was a symbol of strength.

With flames of revenge flashing in their eyes, their eyes were red and their faces were distorted, like bloody warriors returning from hell. Their anger and thirst for freedom made them extremely powerful at this moment.

The appearance of these people was like a whirlwind that suddenly rose on the battlefield, making the atmosphere of the entire battlefield more tense and fierce in an instant. The air was filled with an almost tangible smell of gunpowder. Every prisoner rushing out was like adding fuel to the fire, making the flames of the battle more vigorous.