"Whoosh," the arrow shot out from the string, like a meteor piercing the night sky, with a piercing, sharp whistle, striking precisely at the people of Divine Sword Manor.

Every arrow released accompanied a heartrending scream, the enemy's body falling to the ground like dry branches broken by a fierce wind, bright red blood quickly spreading over the cold ground, painting the cruel battlefield with terrifying blood flowers.

For a moment, the people of Divine Sword Manor fell one after another, the battlefield suffused with a heavy, suffocating scent of blood, the stench wafting freely in the air, invading everyone's nostrils, making them nauseous.

Plum Blossom Dart Shan Zhi maneuvered nimbly through the crowd, his figure resembling a black phantom, moving so swiftly it was nearly impossible to capture his trace.

The darts in his hands occasionally shot out like lightning, the dart shadows flickering, dazzling those around like stars twinkling in the night sky, yet carrying deadly danger. His gaze was like a torch, seizing the moment, flicking his wrist, sending the Plum Blossom Darts shooting toward the people of Divine Sword Manor like hidden weapons.

After being hit, they let out painful screams, sharp and tragic, bodies falling like kites with broken strings, rolling and struggling painfully on the ground, hands tightly covering the wounds, trying unsuccessfully to stop the blood that kept flowing.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen displayed Feixu Qingyan Technique, his figure light as willow catkins dancing with the spring breeze, swiftly weaving through the battlefield, every movement like a breeze brushing past.

The Celestial Silkworm Silk Net in his hand bloomed like a white flower in the sunlight, shimmering with a gentle yet eerie glow.

The Celestial Silkworm Silk Net occasionally descended from the air, with rustling sounds, ensnaring the men of Divine Sword Manor.

The trapped people struggled desperately, letting out muffled groans, but the more they struggled, the tighter they were bound, the resilient Celestial Silkworm Silk seeming like countless invisible ropes, tightly binding them, trapping them in an inextricable web of death.

Xie Wen seized the opportunity, holding a sharp sword, swiftly weaving through the net, cold light flashing, the blade piercing the enemy's bodies with muffled sounds.

For a moment, screams filled the air, bright red blood staining the pure Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, stark under the glaring sunlight, like a bloody painting.

Liu Tingting stood aside, silently witnessing the thrilling slaughter.

On the battlefield, the sounds of battle cries, clashes of weapons, and cries of agony intertwined like a chaotic and cruel symphony.

Her admiration for Shi Feiyang surged more intensely like a tide.

She wondered if she had underappreciated Shi Feiyang. His wisdom and foresight shone like the brightest star in the night sky during this battle, leaving her deeply shaken.

Her past hatred and jealousy toward Shi Feiyang seemed to be swept away by the fierce winds of this intense battle, gradually dissipating into thin air.

As the battle continued, the tension on the battlefield escalated, the air seeming to be thick with smoke.

The Cloud Mist Sword Array of Hengshan Sect showed flaws under the fierce assault of the Thirteen Life-taking Swords Sword Array.

The disciples within the Hengshan Sect Sword Array looked ashen-faced as paper, eyes filled with exhaustion and fear, breathing rapidly and heavily, each breath seemingly using all their strength.

Nun Chixia frowned, beads of sweat covered her forehead like sparkling pearls under the sunlight.

She knew well that if this continued, the disciples of Hengshan Sect would suffer severe injuries, and the entire sect would face utter destruction.

She took a deep breath, the air rolling in her chest, then shouted loudly, her voice echoing across the battlefield like a bell, vibrating everyone's ears. She waved the Duster in her hand, executing the Hengshan Sect's ultimate move "Breeze Sweeping Clouds".

A powerful airflow surged from the Duster, like an invisible yet majestic wave, with the sound of the wind forcing the surrounding enemies to retreat several steps.

The enemies, struck by this powerful force, staggered back, footsteps dragging, making " thudding" sounds, faces showing fear, as if witnessing a Demon God from Hell.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong gritted his teeth, enduring the burning pain of his injuries.

He clasped his palms together, the aura around him instantly becoming heavy, the air seeming to solidify under this aura.

He then launched the ultimate move of Vajra Demon Suppression Palm, "Buddha's Light Illuminates All".

A golden light shot from his hands, seemingly filled with boundless power, dazzling and lighting up the entire battlefield like the rising sun.

Where the light reached, enemies were shocked into staggering back repeatedly, their bodies hit by a massive force, "thudding" onto the ground.

Some even spurted blood, blood splattering in the air, faces twisted with pain, features contorted.

"Mandarin Duck Saber" Xiao Lingling didn't want to be outdone, showing the Seven Fiend Saber technique to its fullest.

The speed of her dual blades grew faster and faster, flashes of silver swirling around her, dazzling the eyes.

She spotted a weak point in the sword array, a determined gleam flashing in her eyes, like a lightning bolt darting across the night sky.

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