101: Xiao Xun'er takes action

Alright, Yu Han, again!

During the battle, Xiao Yu's eyes also flashed with a hint of surprise and approval.

She could feel Mo Yuhan's rapid improvement, his resilience and comprehension far exceeding his peers.

Amidst the fierce battle, Mo Yuhan seized a tiny gap when Xiao Yu's old strength had waned and new strength had yet to emerge, a sharp glint bursting in his eyes.

Dou Qi surged frantically into his longsword at an unprecedented speed, and the sword body emitted a low hum.

His figure suddenly accelerated, transforming into a blurry afterimage, the longsword carrying a rapid, whistling sword wind, like a miniature tornado rising from flat ground, tearing through the air, heading straight for Xiao Yu's center.

This one sword strike almost poured all his current strength, essence, and spirit!

Speed, strength, and timing were all pushed to the extreme of his current state!

Facing this sudden, astonishingly powerful attack, a hint of solemnity also flashed in Xiao Yu's eyes.

She let out a low cry, Dou Qi instantly infused into her sword, the crimson Dou Qi light flickering on the blade, preparing to meet this move head-on!

However, in this flash of lightning!

The ordinary iron longsword in Mo Yuhan's hand ultimately could not withstand the frantic infusion of Dou Qi from his full-power burst and the multiple violent collisions with Xiao Yu.

The moment the sword strike was delivered, the countless tiny cracks that had accumulated to their limit within the seemingly tough sword body finally let out a groan of unbearable strain.

Clang—Crack!

A deafening metallic explosion suddenly rang out,

The longsword in Mo Yuhan's hand, while still half a foot away from Xiao Yu's sword edge, shattered into pieces.

It burst open like fragile glass, countless sharp fragments, propelled by immense force, shot out like a storm of pear blossoms towards the two people who were so close.

Several of the largest fragments, moreover, carried a piercing whoosh, flying directly at Xiao Yu's face and chest.

A sudden turn of events!

Xiao Yu's pupils constricted, her entire body's blood seemed to instantly freeze, she had no time to make any effective defense, the shadow of death, like a cold viper, instantly Binding her heart.

"Be careful!" Mo Yuhan instinctively stepped forward to protect, but in his haste, he could only barely sweep away some of the fragments flying towards him.

Watching as those few fatal cold glints were about to pierce Xiao Yu's body.

In the nick of time.

A light cyan figure, like Gui Mei, appeared without warning beside Xiao Yu, moving at a speed that surpassed the limits of visual capture.

It was Xiao Xuner.

She seemed to have been there all along, and yet also seemed to have stepped directly out of thin air! In the depths of her ancient, unruffled eyes, a faint golden flame flickered and vanished, so quickly that one might think it was an illusion.

She did not draw her sword, but merely extended a fair, jade-like palm, seemingly casually and with extreme gentleness, and lightly brushed it through the air towards the few flying sword fragments.

There was no violent energy collision, no dazzling burst of light.

Time seemed to be pressed into slow motion at this moment.

Those few sharp fragments, containing the residual power of Mo Yuhan's full-force strike and capable of piercing through iron armor, in the air less than an inch from Xiao Yu's body, seemed to hit an invisible, intangible yet incredibly tough wall, or perhaps they had fallen into extremely viscous amber.

They spun and trembled frantically, emitting a piercing shriek, but could no longer advance an inch! Their speed visibly decreased, eventually coming to a complete halt in mid-air.

Immediately after, an indescribable, terrifying high temperature, as if originating from ancient primordial times, appeared out of thin air without warning.

The temperature did not spread out, but precisely acted only on those few suspended fragments.

Hiss—!

An extremely faint sound, like a hot knife cutting through butter, was heard.

In Mo Yuhan and Xiao Yu's gaze, those few sharp fragments made of fine steel, without even emitting a wisp of smoke, instantly melted into drops of scorching red molten iron under that invisible high temperature.

The molten iron floated in the air, like a few drops of eerie blood tears, and then, in less than a tenth of a breath, completely vaporized, disappearing without a trace! As if they had never existed.

The entire process was incredibly fast and eerily silent.

Only a faint, almost imperceptible, peculiar burning sensation in the air, as if it could incinerate souls, proved that the astonishing scene just now was not an illusion.

Xiao Xuner's hand had long since been withdrawn and placed behind her back, as if she had only done a trivial matter.

She still stood there quietly, her figure graceful, her light cyan dress gently fluttering in the evening breeze, her face exquisitely beautiful, her aura ethereal, like a pure green lotus untouched by dust.

Only in the depths of her eyes, as she looked at Mo Yuhan, there seemed to be a subtle ripple, like a stone dropped into a deep pool, quietly spreading.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Mo Yuhan panted heavily, his heart pounding in his chest, almost bursting out.

Cold sweat instantly soaked the clothes on his back, bringing a chill.

At that instant, he truly felt the sense of danger; he looked at Xiao Xuner, who had suddenly appeared before him and saved Xiao Yu's life, at her face so close, so perfectly divine, his mind went blank, leaving only the lingering fear and bewilderment of Xiao Yu being saved.

"Yu Han."

Xiao Xuner spoke, her voice clear and ethereal, like a mountain spring striking stones, yet carrying a faint, ineffable rhythm, clearly reaching Mo Yuhan's ears.

Her gaze fell on Mo Yuhan's empty hand, still holding the posture of thrusting a sword, and the corner of her lips seemed to curve into an extremely faint, shallow arc, like a wisp of spring breeze sweeping over an icy lake, fleeting in an instant.

"How can you be so careless when practicing swords... can you not even hold your sword steady anymore?"

Her tone was flat, impossible to tell if it was concern, teasing, or something else.

But this sentence, like a lightning bolt, struck Mo Yuhan's chaotic mind.

Why would she ask him that?

Rumor had it that Xiao Xuner showed no pleasantries to any male other than Xiao Yan.

Could it be because he was still young?

Mo Yuhan suddenly looked up, his dark, bright eyes fixed on Xiao Xuner's bottomless eyes, which seemed to contain an endless starry sky, trying to find an answer within them.

However, those eyes were calm and unruffled, clear enough to reflect his somewhat disheveled reflection at the moment, yet he could see nothing through them.

The evening breeze passed through the woods, bringing the rustling of leaves.

The last ray of the setting sun completely sank into the western mountains, and dusk enveloped everything.

Clang, clang, clang, crisp, dense clashing sounds echoed through the woods.

Sweat quickly soaked Mo Yuhan's forehead and back, and his breathing became rapid.

Mo Yuhan became even more bewildered.

However, this light cyan figure, as abruptly as Xiao Xuner had appeared, had silently vanished into the deepening night, leaving only a faint, almost imperceptible, peculiar burning sensation in the air, and the lingering echo of her last words in his ears.

"Hiss—!"

A suppressed cry of pain suddenly pulled Mo Yuhan's thoughts back to reality.

He looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Xiao Yu clutching the upper part of her right arm, with crimson blood rapidly seeping through her fingers, staining her sleeve.

She bit her lower lip tightly, her face somewhat pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, clearly having been grazed by a stray fragment when she blocked the splashing debris just now.

"Xiao Yu!"

Mo Yuhan's heart tightened, and he immediately cast aside his questions about Xiao Xuner, rushing to Xiao Yu's side in a few steps, his voice filled with anxiety, "You're hurt, is it serious? Let me see!"

"No... nothing!"

Xiao Yu bravely straightened up, trying to maintain her usual spirited demeanor, but the sharp pain from her arm made her frown and gasp, "Just a small cut, it's nothing... hiss..."

Before she finished speaking, another wave of throbbing pain hit her.

"What small cut, it's bleeding!"

Mo Yuhan, without another word, carefully pulled away her hand covering the wound.