Fairy, you call this repaying a debt of gratitude?

The two exchanged no further pleasantries.

The moment he finished speaking, Gu Hanfeng moved silently behind Shen Wei like a ghost.

The longsword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, carrying a deadly and sharp aura, and slashed fiercely towards Shen Wei's back. The move was ruthless and showed no hesitation whatsoever.

Shen Wei did not move, as if he had already sensed the killing intent behind him. He suddenly swung his long sword behind him, and with a crisp "clang", he accurately blocked the fatal blow.

Immediately afterward, the two engaged in fierce combat. As their longswords clashed, the sounds of metal clashing filled the air. Their figures moved with incredible speed, weaving and darting across the vast snow-covered plains.

Sword light intertwined, and sharp sword energy sliced ​​through the snow, swirling up a cloud of snowflakes.

The two exchanged blows, each strike potentially fatal, remaining evenly matched as before, making it difficult to determine a victor for the time being.

After a brief stalemate, a cold glint flashed in Shen Wei's eyes. He suddenly exerted force in his wrist, and the black sword in his hand drew out a surging sword aura, slashing towards Gu Hanfeng like a sharp blade.

Gu Hanfeng's eyes narrowed suddenly. He dared not take the blow head-on and immediately dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the fatal attack.

Taking advantage of his moment of dodge, Shen Wei immediately raised his sword and began to unleash his power. His aura surged continuously, and his imposing presence swept over the area like a flurry of snowflakes.

Seeing this, Gu Hanfeng also activated his spiritual power, his sinister eyes immediately fixed on Shen Wei, watching his next move closely.

The next second, the black sword in Shen Wei's hand suddenly moved.

He lightly touched the snow with his toes and quickly retreated several steps, the black sword slowly hovering in front of his chest, gleaming with a cold light.

Shen Wei slowly closed his eyes, raised one hand to his chest, and was surrounded by a blue light.

Instantly, the black sword was also enveloped by the overflowing blue light, and blue sword light was constantly reflected in the center, from which countless blue phantoms were transformed.

Shen Wei immediately opened his eyes, looked up sharply, and shouted:

"Azure Frost Moonfall Sword Technique!"

Before he finished speaking, starting from his chest, a rain of azure swords poured out, carrying a sharp aura, surging towards Gu Hanfeng, sweeping up layer upon layer of snowflakes wherever they passed.

Gu Hanfeng's eyes narrowed, and he gripped his longsword tightly with one hand, using speed so fast it was almost a blur to block Shen Wei's attack.

In an instant, the crisp sound of metal clashing rang out, sparks flew between the rain of swords, and snowflakes swirled wildly in the sword energy.

A moment later, the rain of swords gradually subsided.

Although Gu Hanfeng managed to block all the sword rain, his face was pale, his breathing was disordered, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He staggered slightly, clearly having expended a great deal of energy. Even the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

Shen Wei was not to be outdone; his chest rose and fell slightly as this move, the Azure Frost Falling Moon Sword Technique, consumed most of his spiritual power.

He raised his hand to cover his chest, his gaze sharp as a knife, fixed on Gu Hanfeng:

"It seems you didn't use any fake death technique to escape. The one who fought me to the death was not you from beginning to end."

"Young Master Lu has a sharp eye. Are you trying to get me to praise your intelligence?"

Gu Hanfeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his tone full of sarcasm, but a hint of barely perceptible fear lurked in his eyes.

Shen Wei did not respond; he knew that arguing with such a person was not very useful.

He took a deep breath, steadying his staggering body from the exertion, and pressed his right hand tightly against his chest.

His gaze fell on Gu Hanfeng's repulsive face, and the deep-seated hatred caused by the person in front of him immediately surfaced in his mind.

These unpleasant memories caused the monster in his chest to roar incessantly, like some ancient behemoth...

The next second, a dense, eerie black aura suddenly emanated from Shen Wei's body, his long, black hair moved without wind, and his originally clear eyes were instantly stained with blood.

Upon seeing this, Gu Hanfeng showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, his eyes gleamed, his face contorted with extreme excitement, and a maniacal smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"That's right! That's exactly how it looks! Hate me as much as you can, only then can you..."

Before Gu Hanfeng could finish speaking, Shen Wei instantly appeared in front of his chest.

The protective spiritual energy around Gu Hanfeng shattered instantly with a crisp sound, and then he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

A trickle of crimson blood immediately spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the arrogant and excited expression on his face remained frozen in place.

But Shen Wei was faster than Gu Hanfeng could fly backward. He caught up with Gu Hanfeng in a flash and came behind him. Without hesitation, he pierced Gu Hanfeng's waist with his black sword. Hot blood gushed out, staining the white snow and Shen Wei's sleeves.

Shen Wei twisted his wrist, about to draw the sword and deliver another blow, when Gu Hanfeng finally came to his senses from the excruciating pain.

He suddenly unleashed a powerful aura of spiritual energy, forcefully blasting Shen Wei away.

Gu Hanfeng staggered to his feet, and the huge wound on his abdomen was healing at a visible speed under the frenzied flow of spiritual energy.

The next moment, he suddenly looked up, his pupils contracted sharply, and he saw a huge golden sword materialize out of thin air on the vast snowfield. The sword was surrounded by world-destroying power and was about to be swung down at him with tremendous force.

Shen Wei stood on the snow, head bowed, one hand forming a hand seal. Black energy and spiritual power intertwined around him as he slowly uttered four words:

"Return to Emptiness Sword Shadow"

*****8

Meanwhile, Qiu Wuhen and Zhang Jingchu followed the footsteps of the two to the place where they were fighting.

But when they arrived, the two were no longer there.

Qiu Wuhen stood still, closed his eyes, and gently moved his fingertips, carefully sensing the lingering rich spiritual energy fluctuations and eerie aura in the air. After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes and said with a solemn expression:

"It seems... they just had a major battle here, and the aura hasn't completely dissipated yet."

Zhang Jingchu nodded slightly and responded softly:

"Um……"

Her gaze, however, did not fall on what was in front of her, but remained fixed on the distant mountain peak standing in the wind and snow, as if she had sensed something.

Qiu Wuhen noticed her unusual behavior, frowned slightly, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"There."

Qiu Wuhen followed her gaze, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he murmured to himself:

"There it is." Zhang Jingchu raised her hand and pointed into the distance, her tone firm, her gaze still fixed on it.

Qiu Wuhen looked in the direction she pointed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared intently. He saw that the mountain peak was towering into the clouds and piercing the sky. Its peak was hidden in thick clouds and snow, majestic and lonely. It was the famous natural barrier of Shuobei - Hanlin Peak.

"Hanlin Peak?"

Qiu Wuhen had heard of that place, not only because it was a famous natural barrier in the north, but also because of some well-known rumors surrounding it...

"Yes." Zhang Jingchu nodded, her tone grave. "Their aura ultimately headed towards Hanlin Peak."

Qiu Wuhen's eyes darkened, and his tone became wary:

"Who's there? Shen Wei? Or Gu Hanfeng?"

"They're all there," Zhang Jingchu said confidently. "Gu Lengyue is there too."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Wuhen immediately gripped the long sword at his waist, his expression growing increasingly solemn:

"Then let's hurry there, or things might change!"

Zhang Jingchu withdrew her gaze, nodded slightly, and the two moved, following the lingering aura, rushing towards the distant Hanlin Peak, their figures quickly merging into the vast snowstorm.