The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 462 The sword points to the sky

In the early morning light, a faint golden halo penetrated the clouds and fell on the wide and solemn martial arts field of Lingxian Sect. The ground of the martial arts field was paved with extremely hard black stone. After countless years of grinding and countless disciples' trampling, it was still smooth and flat, and faintly exuded an ancient atmosphere. The surrounding stands were surrounded in a stepped shape and could accommodate thousands of people. Although it was not full at the moment, the disciples from various sects who came to exchange and learn, as well as many juniors of the sect, had gathered here, their eyes fixed on the slender but upright figure in the center of the field.

Yun Yao wore a moon-white dress, the hem of which fluttered gently in the wind, like a lively fairy. Her long black hair was softly draped behind her, tied up with a simple jade hairpin, and a few strands of hair playfully fell beside her fair cheeks, making her face even more beautiful. She stood lightly in the center of the martial arts arena, holding the Ice Soul Sword awarded by the system tightly in her hand, the sword body flashing with cold light, as if echoing the owner's mood at the moment.

"All disciples, listen up! Activate the mountain protection formation!" Yun Yao's clear voice was like a sharp arrow, piercing through the noise above the martial arts arena and reaching everyone's ears clearly. As her voice fell, the ground around the martial arts arena began to tremble slightly, and mysterious rune lights slowly emerged from deep underground, winding along specific trajectories, like an awakened ancient beast, gradually outlining the prototype of the mountain protection formation.

Yun Yao's eyes were firm. She knew the severity of this crisis and would not allow any slackness. She took a deep breath, slowly circulated the spiritual power in her body to the extreme, and quickly formed complicated hand seals with her hands. The spiritual power around her body surged, and the light flashed, and she slowly forced out the Nine Heavens Mysterious Ice she obtained when she built her foundation. The Nine Heavens Mysterious Ice was suspended in front of her, emitting a bone-chilling chill. The ice-blue light illuminated her face, making her look even colder and more holy.

Yun Yao waved her jade hand, and the Nine Heavens Mysterious Ice instantly turned into countless tiny pieces of ice, which merged into the mountain protection formation that was being activated like bright stars. In an instant, the entire mountain protection formation shone brightly, and the originally transparent defense light curtain was now stained with a layer of dark blue, like a layer of indestructible ice armor, protecting the Lingxian Sect layer by layer. When the formation was in operation, the air was filled with rich spiritual power fluctuations, and the biting cold wind whistled past, blowing the corners of everyone's clothes rustling.

At the same time, Chu Mochen was not idle either. His figure flashed, like a black meteor across the sky, and landed steadily on the other side of the martial arts field. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and a black suit tightly wrapped around his strong and powerful body, outlining the perfect lines. His deep eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, but at this moment they were cold and resolute. In his hand, he tightly grasped the Star Sword that had accompanied him for many years. The stars on the sword seemed to contain endless mysteries of the universe.

Chu Mochen raised his head slightly, looked at the sky, and gently waved the long sword in his hand, and a dazzling sword energy rushed straight into the sky. Then, he muttered something, waved the long sword with both hands, and drew a mysterious and complex trajectory in the air. With his movements, the Big Dipper in the night sky seemed to be summoned by something, and the light suddenly became stronger. The seven starlights were like seven silver threads, cutting through the sky and directly injected into the star sword in his hand.

For a moment, the Star Sword shone brightly, and the star power on the sword seemed to be fully activated, emitting a shocking pressure. Chu Mochen shouted, injected the powerful spiritual power in his body into the sword, and then stabbed it fiercely at the ground. A thick column of starlight gushed out from the tip of the sword, and quickly merged into the mountain protection formation along a specific pattern. With the blessing of the star power, the defense power of the formation was further improved. The pattern of the Big Dipper appeared faintly on the light curtain, slowly rotating, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

Liu Yan'er stood on the top of a mountain in the distance, looking down coldly at everything that happened in the martial arts arena. She was wearing a blood-red tights that outlined her graceful figure to the fullest. Her long black hair was tied up high into a neat bun, and a few strangely shaped blood-jade hairpins were casually inserted in her hair, revealing an evil aura. Her face was originally beautiful, but at this moment it looked hideous and terrifying because of twisted jealousy and resentment.

Seeing the Lingxian Sect's orderly defense, Liu Yan'er sneered, her smile full of sarcasm and disdain: "The Lingxian Sect will perish today. With your petty tricks, you want to resist the attack of the Blood Demon Sect? It's wishful thinking!" Behind her, the tall figure of the Blood Demon Sect's leader was like a towering mountain, exuding a suffocating pressure. He was covered in a black cloak, and his face could not be seen clearly. Only a pair of blood-red eyes flashed a strange light in the darkness. In his palm, the magic pattern slowly emerged, like a burning black flame, flowing strangely, exuding a strong bloody smell, as if telling of countless killings and sins.

In the martial arts arena, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen looked at each other, with determination and trust in each other's eyes. Although they did not speak, a thousand words were conveyed in this glance. There was no need to say more, they all knew that the next battle would be a life-and-death contest, concerning the survival of Lingxian Sect and the lives of countless people. They must go all out and not make any mistakes.

Yun Yao closed her eyes slightly, and once again concentrated and calmed her mind, adjusting her state to the best. In her mind, she kept recalling the various skills and tips given by the system, as well as the lessons learned from past battles. The Ice Soul Sword in her hand seemed to have sensed the master's determination, trembling slightly, and making a clear sound of sword, as if cheering for the upcoming battle.

Chu Mochen stood quietly, the Star Sword in his hand pointed at the ground, and the spiritual power fluctuations on his body became more and more steady and powerful. His eyes were like eagle eyes, scanning the surroundings sharply, not missing any corner where danger might be hidden. Although he was a little nervous about the upcoming war, he was more courageous and fighting. He silently swore in his heart that no matter what the cost, he must protect Yun Yao and Lingxian Sect.

Just as everyone was on high alert, a depressing and heavy atmosphere suddenly filled the air around the martial arts arena, like the calm before a storm. The breeze died down, the leaves stopped rustling, and the whole world seemed to have fallen into an eerie silence. In the distant sky, dark clouds began to gather rapidly, piling up layer by layer, like a black mountain, slowly pressing towards the direction of Lingxian Sect.

Everyone knows that the Blood Demon Sect's demonic army is coming, and this thrilling battle has already begun. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, the lovers who have walked hand in hand through countless hardships, are about to fight side by side again and write their own legendary chapter. Can they rely on their firm beliefs, strong strength and deep friendship to resist the crazy attack of the Blood Demon Sect and protect this piece of pure land in their hearts? Everything is still unknown.

As the dark clouds approached, the atmosphere in the martial arts arena became more tense and solemn. Some young disciples could not help but clench their weapons, with fine beads of sweat oozing from their foreheads, and a hint of nervousness and fear in their eyes. Most of them were experiencing a war of such a scale for the first time, and they were inevitably a little uneasy. However, when they looked at the calm figures of Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, the panic in their hearts gradually subsided, and was replaced by a firm belief. In their eyes, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen had already become their spiritual pillars. As long as these two were there, they had the courage to face all difficulties.

Yun Yao noticed the change in the disciples' emotions, she turned her head gently, and swept her eyes over everyone gently and firmly. Her eyes were full of encouragement and trust, as if silently telling everyone: "Don't be afraid, we will protect Lingxian Sect together." At that moment, she exuded an invisible power, infecting everyone present, making everyone's hearts surge with warmth, and their originally tense nerves relaxed a little.

Chu Mochen leaned slightly to Yun Yao and whispered: "When the battle starts, you must be careful. If you encounter danger, don't be stubborn, come to me first." His voice was low and magnetic, with deep concern. Yun Yao felt warm in her heart and nodded slightly: "You too, we'll go together." These few simple words contained endless affection and trust. At this critical moment, their concern and dependence on each other became deeper and deeper, becoming a powerful driving force for them to move forward courageously.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle cut through the sky, breaking the last silence. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a group of black spots in the distant sky, surging like a black tide, quickly approaching the direction of Lingxian Sect. As the distance got closer, everyone saw the true face of those black spots - it was the army of demon cultivators from the Blood Demon Sect. They were dressed in black demon robes, surrounded by thick black mist, like evil spirits from hell, exuding a disgusting bloody smell. The faces of the demon cultivators were hideous, crazy, or twisted, and pairs of blood-red eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light. In their hands, they held various strangely shaped magic weapons, flashing cold light, which was frightening.

In the blink of an eye, the demon army had arrived above Lingxian Sect. They did not launch an attack immediately, but circled in the air, like a group of wolves waiting for prey, emitting a cold and oppressive aura. The leader of the Blood Evil Sect stood at the front of the team. His tall figure was like a demon god descending to the world, which was daunting. He raised his hand slightly, and the magic pattern on his palm shone brightly, as if protesting to Lingxian Sect.

"Hmph, today is the day when your Lingxian Sect will be destroyed!" The Blood Demon Sect leader let out a low and hoarse roar, the sound was like rolling thunder, echoing between heaven and earth. Then, he waved his hand, and the army of demon cultivators swooped down towards the Lingxian Sect like a black rainstorm, and a tragic battle broke out.

Yun Yao's eyes condensed, and the Ice Soul Sword in her hand instantly raised up, and a sharp sword energy rushed into the sky. "Kill!" She shouted delicately, and rushed towards the army of demon cultivators. Her figure was like a white lightning, moving freely among the demon cultivators. Wherever she went, the cold light of the Ice Soul Sword flashed, bringing a blood flower. Every time she swung the sword, it seemed to contain a thousand pounds of power. The icy sword energy froze the magic weapons of the demon cultivators, making them ineffective. Many demon cultivators were chopped by the sword energy before they even had time to react.

Seeing this, Chu Mochen showed no weakness. He flashed and followed closely behind Yun Yao, dancing with the Star Sword tightly, turning into dazzling sword lights, like meteors across the sky. His sword skills were fierce and sharp, and every stab of his sword carried the majestic pressure of the power of the stars. Those demon cultivators who approached him were shrouded in starlight and turned into ashes in an instant. He and Yun Yao stood back to back, like two sharp swords, tearing a hole in the army of demon cultivators, giving the disciples of Lingxian Sect a glimmer of hope.

In the martial arts arena, the battle between the two sides was fierce. The army of demon cultivators relied on their large numbers to launch waves of attacks crazily. Their magic weapons released all kinds of strange spells, black flames, poisonous mist, sharp bone spurs, etc., which attacked the Lingxian Sect. Under the leadership of Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, the disciples of Lingxian Sect fought back without fear. They displayed their own skills and swordsmanship, and the spiritual power and light intertwined together, and fought a desperate battle with the demon cultivators.

However, as the battle continued, the offensive of the demon army became more and more fierce, and the pressure on Lingxian Sect became greater and greater. Some disciples gradually became exhausted and began to suffer casualties. Yun Yao saw this and was extremely anxious. She knew that if the situation could not be reversed as soon as possible, the consequences would be disastrous. While she was fighting hard to kill the enemy, she was thinking about how to deal with it. Suddenly, she had an idea and thought of a special skill that the system had rewarded before - Ice Spirit Phantom.

Yun Yao made a prompt decision, stopped her movements, and quickly formed a seal. Her spiritual power surged around her, and she instantly split into dozens of phantoms that looked exactly like her, rushing towards the demon cultivators in all directions. These phantoms held the Ice Soul Sword, and their movements were exactly the same as hers. For a moment, the demon cultivators were caught off guard by this sudden change, and they all responded in a panic. Yun Yao's real body took the opportunity to hide in the phantoms, looking for the flaws of the demon cultivators.

Chu Mochen sensed Yun Yao's intention and nodded secretly in his heart. He cooperated tacitly and increased the intensity of his attack. The Star Sword shone brighter, and the power of the Big Dipper became more powerful. He alone restrained a large number of demon cultivators, creating more opportunities for Yun Yao.

With the close cooperation of Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, the situation of Lingxian Sect finally stabilized a little. But they all knew that this was only temporary. The strength of the Blood Demon Sect should not be underestimated. The next battle would only be more difficult. They must remain highly vigilant and constantly look for opportunities to survive in this desperate situation.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky became increasingly low, as if they were going to swallow up the entire world. Amidst the thunder and lightning, raindrops as big as beans began to fall, mixed with blood and water, dyeing the ground of the martial arts field a deep red. This tragic battle, under the baptism of wind and rain, became more tragic and shocking. And Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, the lovers who depend on each other for life and death, will continue to write their legendary story in this bloody storm and challenge the unknown fate.