True or False

The two Zhao Yuwei, however, reacted differently.

The real Zhao Yuwei seemed to have discerned the true Xiao Feng from the fake, standing in front of one Xiao Feng, her sword point aimed directly at the other Xiao Feng.

The fake Zhao Yuwei, on the other hand, shielded the fake Xiao Feng, staring warily at the real Zhao Yuwei.

"Stop!" both Zhao Yuwei simultaneously shouted at each other, then immediately began to wrestle.

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Yuwei's eyes. With a flick of her wrist, she drew the long sword from her waist, which glowed with a faint blue light.

Flowing water patterns were faintly visible on the sword body, and the sword's edge was chillingly sharp, as if it could freeze the surrounding air.

"Come on, let me see how capable you are!" Zhao Yuwei said coldly, thrusting her sword towards the "Zhao Yuwei" opposite her.

The sword wind whistled, its sharpness fully revealed.

The "Zhao Yuwei" reacted quickly, tilting her body slightly to easily dodge the fierce attack.

Instead of retreating, she advanced, her right fist striking directly at Zhao Yuwei's chest like a sudden storm.

Zhao Yuwei quickly retracted her sword to defend, blocking with the sword body: with a crisp "clang," she blocked the fierce punch.

Metal collided with flesh, making the web between Zhao Yuwei's thumb and forefinger numb from the impact.

"You've got some skill," Zhao Yuwei sneered. Her footwork was nimble, and her figure unpredictable.

The two "Zhao Yuwei" exchanged blows, using both fists and feet.

The real Zhao Yuwei kicked out, aiming directly for the opponent's knee.

The "Zhao Yuwei" blocked with her elbow, then used the momentum to turn and sweep out a whip kick.

Zhao Yuwei backflipped to dodge, and the moment she landed, she quickly charged forward again, throwing a flurry of punches, creating layers of fist shadows.

Seeing the two Zhao Yuwei engaged in a fierce fight, Xiao Feng's heart burned with anxiety.

His pupils contracted slightly, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his fists unconsciously clenched and then relaxed.

"Damn it, which one is the real Zhao Yuwei?"

If he couldn't figure this out, the subsequent matters would be difficult to handle!

Suddenly, a glint of light flashed in Xiao Feng's eyes, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly upwards.

He straightened his back and shouted in a clear voice, "Zhao Yuwei, when we got engaged before, was that wooden hairpin made of agarwood?"

This question was like a clap of thunder, instantly breaking the chaotic situation.

Both Zhao Yuwei stopped their movements simultaneously, and the surrounding mist also seemed startled, dispersing slightly.

Upon hearing the question, the two Zhao Yuwei reacted completely differently.

One looked full of confusion, her brows tightly furrowed, her lips trembling slightly, and blurted out, "What hairpin?"

The other Zhao Yuwei quickly replied, "Naturally, it was made of agarwood."

As she spoke, the corner of her mouth lifted slightly, revealing a knowing smile.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng's gaze instantly became as sharp as an eagle's.

At this moment, he looked at the two Zhao Yuwei in front of him.

Suddenly, his pupils slightly widened, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

"Found you!" Xiao Feng rejoiced inwardly and unleashed the "Water Curtain Sky Flower" without hesitation.

He saw his hands moving like flowing clouds and water. The surrounding water vapor, summoned by him, quickly gathered together.

In the blink of an eye, a huge Water Curtain formed, sweeping towards the fake Zhao Yuwei like surging waves.

Wherever the Water Curtain passed, ripples appeared in the air.

The fake Zhao Yuwei clearly didn't expect Xiao Feng to attack suddenly. Unable to dodge in time, she was hit head-on by the Water Curtain.

Her figure instantly twisted and changed, like a crumpled piece of paper, letting out a shrill scream.

After the Water Curtain dissipated, a woman dressed in red clothing appeared.

Her makeup was seductive, her eyeliner sharp as a blade, and her red lips as vibrant as blood.

Her eyes held a hint of seduction, yet also a trace of disdain.

The Red-Clothed Woman slightly parted her red lips, her voice as tempting as a snake flicking its tongue: "Little brother, you have good eyes!"

At the same time, the other Xiao Feng also transformed, becoming a Black Robed Man.

His face was hidden beneath the shadow of the hood; only a pair of eyes flashing with cold light could be seen.

The Red-Clothed Woman and the Black Robed Man exchanged a smile.

The Black Robed Man nodded slightly, while the Red-Clothed Woman raised an eyebrow. There seemed to be a silent communication between the two.

They slowly turned towards Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei, a sinister smile appearing on their faces.

The Black Robed Man's voice was like a cold blade, cutting through the air: "Stay obediently within this Formation, or else Sima Yan's life will not be guaranteed."

Before his words finished, a chilling and terrifying Aura instantly spread.

A suffocating sense of oppression emanated from the Black Robed Man, as if he could take a life at any moment.

"Impossible! We will definitely leave this place!"

The Red-Clothed Woman sneered, her eyebrows raised high, her eyes filled with disdain.

She glanced contemptuously at Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei, the corner of her mouth curving into a mocking arc: "With just you two, you want to save him? Overestimating yourselves, you can't beat us at all."

Her tone was full of contempt, as if she was looking at two insignificant ants overestimating their abilities.

As soon as her words fell, the surrounding space suddenly began to twist and deform.

Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei only felt their vision blur as countless mirrors appeared out of thin air, surrounding them tightly in the center.

The surfaces of these mirrors emitted an eerie light, constantly reflecting the shadows of the two.

Twisted human faces occasionally appeared on the mirror surfaces, and bloody scenes sometimes flashed, sending chills down their spines.

Xiao Feng warily looked around, then was suddenly drawn by one of the mirrors.

A heart-pounding scene was presented in the mirror.

He saw himself covered in blood, with a long sword plunged into his chest, his life rapidly draining away.

Even more shocking was that the person holding the sword was actually Zhao Yuwei!

He saw the Zhao Yuwei in the mirror with empty eyes, expressionlessly pulling out the long sword, letting Xiao Feng's body fall powerlessly.

This scene was like a heavy hammer, striking hard at Xiao Feng's heart.

He involuntarily took a step back, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

Zhao Yuwei was also scared pale by the scene in the mirror, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

"This... this is impossible!" Zhao Yuwei murmured in horror, her eyes full of disbelief.

Just as the two were sinking into panic, Xiao Feng suddenly snapped back to his senses.

He took a deep breath, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes.

"My fate is up to me, not heaven!" Xiao Feng roared. He straightened his back, exuding an air of arrogance, as if ready to contend with the heavens and earth.

This roar was like a clap of thunder, instantly dispelling the gloom that had enveloped their hearts.

Zhao Yuwei also seemed encouraged, fighting spirit rekindling in her eyes.

Seeing this, the Red-Clothed Woman and the Black Robed Man slightly restrained the contempt on their faces.

Just then, their own shadows in the mirrors seemed to break free from their restraints, pouncing towards the two like malevolent spirits, baring their fangs and claws.

Those shadows had blood-red eyes, wide-open mouths, revealing sharp fangs.

Zhao Yuwei's eyes narrowed. She thought to herself, "These shadows can actually attack by leaving the mirror surface. It seems the strangeness of this Formation far exceeds my imagination."

A thin layer of ice instantly appeared on the long sword in her hand, wrapped in cold air.

Ice crystals rapidly spread across the sword body.