Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai stood firmly in place like an immortal sculpture, his posture as straight as a pine tree, motionless, as if the flow of time had stopped beside him. He was completely immersed in the icy energy that permeated the surroundings, with a focused expression, as if the whole world had disappeared, leaving only this powerful force. He tried to absorb this power completely, integrate it into his body, and make it a part of himself. The cold power was like a surging tide, pouring into his body crazily, causing the air around him to become colder and colder, as if the air was about to be frozen by the extreme cold, condensing into pieces of crystal clear ice crystals, flashing a cold light.

At this moment, the Minghai Sword in his hand burst into a strange light, which was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, just like the bright stars flickering in the night sky, and it seemed to be communicating and responding to the icy energy in a mysterious and profound way. This light seemed to contain endless mysteries, like a deep mystery, which made people deeply fascinated and want to explore the secrets.

Not far away, on the ground, Li Qingfei was lying quietly. Her senses were extremely sharp, far beyond those of ordinary people, especially the subtle changes in the energy of the Minghai Sword. She had an extremely accurate perception. She noticed the gradually weakening fluctuations, and her mind suddenly became clear. The perfect time to attack again had come. Her eyes suddenly condensed, and a determined light suddenly ignited in her eyes like a blazing flame. She secretly swore in her heart that this time, no matter what difficulties and obstacles she encountered, she must succeed.

Then, Li Qingfei seemed to gather all her strength and suddenly stood up from the ground. The action was crisp and neat, without any drag, as if there was a strong repulsive force between her body and the ground, which instantly bounced her up. She drew the long sword at her waist without hesitation, and the sword body flashed a cold light in the air. The light was like a dazzling lightning that tore through the dark night sky, carrying endless power and making people shudder.

She knew that this action must be bold and resolute, as the saying goes, to catch a thief, you must first catch the leader, and her target was Wang Xunhai. Li Qingfei took a deep breath, and the strength of her whole body erupted like a volcano at this moment. She rushed up like an arrow from a bow, so fast that people were stunned, leaving only a vague afterimage in the air.

Behind her, a dazzling blue light shone, and that light was as bright and dazzling as the vast starry sky. The light made her figure look particularly majestic and solemn, as if she was a sacred goddess who came to the world, coming to fight with an extremely sacred mission, vowing to completely eliminate the evil in the world and let the light shine on the earth again.

At the same time, a tall golden figure slowly appeared like a solemn and sacred Buddha. The figure was solemn and dignified, exuding a sacred and inviolable aura. He raised the sword in his hand and slashed at Wang Xunhai fiercely with an unstoppable momentum. The might of the sword seemed to be able to split the sky and the earth, turning all obstacles into ashes, making the world tremble in front of this powerful force.

Li Qingfei herself held the long sword with a cold gleam without fear, and her knuckles turned slightly white because of the force. With the force of thunder and lightning, she resolutely chopped at Wang Xunhai. Her eyes were full of unshakable determination, and that determination was like a blazing fire, hot and unextinguishable; the flames seemed to burn all obstacles in the world. Her eyes were also filled with the determination to die, as if she had put life and death aside. In her heart, this blow seemed to really determine the fate of the whole world and carry all her hopes and beliefs. Her posture was extraordinary, just like an agile cheetah galloping on the grassland, and every movement was full of power and speed. Her figure left a trail of afterimages in the air, as if she had merged with the surrounding environment. Her movements were smooth and natural, like flowing clouds and water, without any sense of obstruction, and every move contained her incomparable power and rock-solid faith. Every time she swung her sword, there was a sound of breaking wind. The sound was like bursts of thunder, exploding in the air, making people clearly feel her inner determination and fearlessness, as if nothing in the world could stop her steps.

However, how could Wang Xunhai be an ordinary person? Facing Li Qingfei's fierce attack, his face was as calm as water, without any panic. His deep eyes revealed an elusive calmness. Under that calm face, it seemed that there was an unfathomable power hidden, just like a turbulent whirlpool hidden under the calm sea. The Minghai sword in his hand was like a lightning that cut through the darkness, flashing forward at an astonishing speed. The sword was as fast as lightning and as fast as a storm, bringing a sharp whistling sound. With only a crisp sound, the Buddha's head was cut off in an instant, and the golden light burst into dazzling light in an instant like a gorgeous firework. The light was dazzling and bright, illuminating everything around as bright as daylight. Then it dissipated in an instant. The bright light was as short and beautiful as a dream, as if it had never appeared in this world, disappearing without a trace, leaving only silence.

This sudden change, like a bolt from the blue, came without warning, causing a storm in Li Qingfei's heart. Her heart seemed to stop beating at that moment, and the whole world seemed to freeze at that moment. Her originally sharp and smooth attack rhythm was instantly disrupted like a chess game, with a subtle but critical stagnation.

Her body suddenly lost balance. There was a dull "bang" sound, like a thunder. Li Qingfei fell to the ground weakly like a kite with a broken string, raising a cloud of dust.

Blood gushed out of her mouth like a fountain, and the blood was like a bunch of gorgeous yet sad red plum blossoms, drawing a heartbreaking arc in the air. The temperature of the blood seemed to still carry the residual warmth of her body, carrying the breath of her life, and then it fell heavily on the ground in front of her, making a slight "tick-tock" sound, as if it was a countdown to the passing of life.

The blood was bright and dazzling, like a blazing flame, slowly spreading on the ground, like a tragic painting slowly unfolding. The dazzling red seemed to be silently telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of this fierce battle, and every drop of blood was like a sad story that made people unable to bear to look directly at it.