The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 387 A helping hand at a critical moment

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen were trapped in a desperate situation. The evil masters surrounded them like hungry wolves, with greed and ferocity flashing in their eyes. Every attack was fierce and murderous, and the moves were fierce and merciless. The long sword in Yun Yao's hand was already full of gaps, and the blood on the sword was particularly glaring in the dim light. Her clothes were torn, her hair was messy, and sweat mixed with blood slid down her cheeks. Her breath became more and more rapid. Chu Mochen was also in a miserable state. His black robe was cut by a sharp blade, revealing the blood-stained lining inside. His usually stern face was now full of fatigue and determination. The spear in his hand kept waving, barely resisting the enemy's wave after wave of attacks, but his strength was also disappearing bit by bit.

Most of the elite disciples they brought with them were also killed or wounded. The bodies of their fellow disciples were lying on the ground in all directions, and the blood gathered into a stream, flowing slowly. The surviving disciples stood back to back in a circle, supporting each other, but they were all covered in wounds, and their eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness. Despite this, they still did not give up the resistance, and they still held their weapons tightly. As long as they had a little strength left, they would never bow to the enemy.

At this critical moment, a shout of killing suddenly came from afar, and the sound came from far away, like rolling thunder, breaking the desperate silence. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen were startled, thinking that the reinforcements of the evil forces had arrived, but then they saw familiar sect costumes, which were other elders and disciples in the sect!

The leader was the head of the sect, Master Qing Xuan, who was dressed in a white Taoist robe with fluttering sleeves, like an immortal descending to earth. Although his face was stern, his eyes were filled with deep concern and determination. With a light wave of the whisk in his hand, a sharp energy shot out, directly knocking out several minions of the evil forces in front of him. Beside him were several respected elders. Elder Xuan Feng held a long sword, and the sound of the sword resounded through the sky. Every time the sword was swung, it brought a powerful spiritual power fluctuation, and the enemies avoided it wherever it went; Elder Xuan Huo was surrounded by flames, and he formed seals with his hands, and one flame spell after another hit the enemy like a meteor, and the scorching heat distorted the air; and Elder Xuan Bing, she gently raised her hand, and the ice-edge hidden weapon shot at the enemy like a rainstorm, and the members of the evil forces who were hit were instantly frozen into ice sculptures and could not move.

Following behind the elders were a large number of disciples, all of whom were excited, shouting slogans, and rushing towards the battlefield. For a moment, the situation on the battlefield was reversed in an instant. The evil forces were caught off guard by this sudden reinforcement and their formation was in chaos.

The head of the sect, Master Qing Xuan, came to Yun Yao and Chu Mochen in a few steps. He looked at them with concern and said, "Don't panic, my disciples. I am late." As he spoke, he waved the whisk in his hand, and a soft light enveloped Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, healing their wounds. This light was like the warm sun in spring. Wherever it went, the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the feeling of fatigue gradually dissipated, and the exhausted spiritual power in the body began to slowly recover.

After Elder Xuanfeng joined the battle, his swordsmanship was extremely sharp. He moved like lightning, shuttling between the enemies, and blood splashed wherever he passed. His swordsmanship was fast, accurate, and ruthless, and each sword hit the enemy's vital points. He turned his body, and the long sword in his hand made a beautiful sword flower, instantly piercing the throats of three enemies. The three people widened their eyes, and before they could scream, they fell to the ground.

Elder Xuanhuo's fire spells were even more powerful. He kept chanting and changing his spells with his hands. Huge balls of fire fell from the sky and hit the area where the enemies were densely packed. The fireballs exploded when they hit the ground, instantly blowing the surrounding evil forces to ashes, leaving only a piece of charred land. The scorching heat made the air burn, and the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the entire battlefield.

Elder Xuan Bing used ice magic to cleverly control the battlefield situation. She cast ice wall magic, and built thick ice walls in front of the disciples, blocking the enemy's hidden weapons and magic attacks. At the same time, she also shot out ice spike hidden weapons from time to time, accurately shooting and killing those enemies who tried to sneak attack. The ice wall flashed cold light in the sun, as solid as a rock, providing a solid defense for her side.

Under the leadership of the elders, the disciples of the sect were in high spirits. They shouted and rushed towards the enemy, fighting a desperate battle with the evil forces. Some disciples used sword skills, which were agile and graceful, and every sword cut the throat; some disciples were good at boxing and kicking, and their bodies were agile. The enemies fell to the ground wherever their fists and feet touched; and some disciples were proficient in magic. The gorgeous magic lights bloomed on the battlefield, as dazzling as fireworks, but with deadly lethality.

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen felt the strength restored in their bodies, and their fighting spirit was rekindled in their eyes. Yun Yao clenched the long sword in her hand and shouted: "Today is the day you die!" As she spoke, she flashed and rushed towards the enemy like a ghost. The sword moved with her body, and she performed a set of exquisite sword techniques. This sword technique was accidentally acquired in her previous experience. It combines the essence of many sword techniques and is extremely powerful. Her sword was like a dragon swimming out of the sea, flying up and down, and each sword was accompanied by a sharp sword energy. Wherever it went, the enemies screamed and fell down.

Chu Mochen was not to be outdone. He shook his spear, and the tip of the spear flashed with cold light, and he used his famous spear technique "Poyun Spear Technique". This spear technique was extremely fierce, and each shot was like a mountain pressing down on one's head, carrying a force of ten thousand kilograms. He shouted loudly, and the spear swept out, directly sweeping away a row of enemies in front and knocking down a large group behind. Then, he jumped up, raised his spear high, and stabbed at a leader of the evil forces like lightning. The leader widened his eyes in horror and wanted to dodge, but found that there was no way to escape, and could only watch the spear pierce his chest.

With everyone's concerted efforts, the evil forces gradually lost their ability to resist and began to retreat. Their formation was broken into pieces, and the originally tight encirclement was torn open. Seeing the situation was not good, many members of the evil forces fled in all directions, no longer showing their previous arrogance.

However, the leader of the evil forces was unwilling to accept defeat. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, he became angry and used a strange evil magic. He raised his hands high and muttered something. A black mist gushed out of his body and quickly spread. The mist had a pungent and rotten smell that made people want to vomit. It seemed that countless wronged souls were hidden in the mist, and they screamed miserably, which made people shudder.

Seeing this, the head of the sect, Master Qingxuan, looked solemn and shouted, "Everyone be careful, this is the evil soul-devouring fog, don't breathe it in!" As he spoke, he formed seals with his hands, and a golden light shot out from his hands, trying to dispel the black fog. The other elders also cast spells to fight against this strange evil magic together with the head of the sect.

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen looked at each other, and they were in sync, and decided to take a risk. They both activated their spiritual power at the same time, concentrating all their spiritual power at one point, and then rushed towards the leader of the evil forces. They knew that only by defeating this leader could they completely resolve the crisis.

While rushing towards the leader, Yun Yao felt that the black mist was like a living thing, constantly wrapping around her, trying to erode her body and soul. She gritted her teeth, endured the discomfort, and swung the sword in her hand faster and harder, slicing away the approaching mist one by one. Chu Mochen used his spear to pry open the mist, clearing a path for Yun Yao.

As they were about to approach the leader, the leader of the evil forces suddenly laughed wildly: "You think you can easily defeat me? Too naive!" As he said that, he took out a black ball from his arms and threw it at Yun Yao and Chu Mochen. The ball exploded instantly in mid-air, and a powerful impact force knocked the two people away.

Yun Yao fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and felt as if all her internal organs had shifted. Chu Mochen was not much better, he struggled to get up, but found that his legs were weak and it was difficult for him to get up for a while.

At this moment, a young disciple from the sect stepped forward. His name was Ling Feng, and he was a loyal follower of Yun Yao, and he had great respect for Yun Yao. Seeing Yun Yao injured, Ling Feng was extremely anxious, and he rushed towards the leader of the evil forces regardless of his own safety. Although Ling Feng was still young and his strength was not as good as Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, he was courageous, holding the dagger tightly in his hand, and staring at the leader with a firm look in his eyes.

"Hmph, you overestimated your own abilities!" The leader of the evil forces looked at Ling Feng with contempt, raised his hand and slapped him with a black palm wind. Ling Feng was unable to dodge and was hit in the chest by the palm wind. He flew out and hit a huge rock heavily, fainting on the spot.

"Ling Feng!" Yun Yao was distraught upon seeing this. She struggled to get up and wanted to save Ling Feng. But before she could take a step, the leader of the evil forces launched a new round of attacks.

At the critical moment, Elder Xuanfeng arrived in time. He stood in front of Yunyao and took the blow for her. Although Elder Xuanfeng took the blow, he was also injured internally, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He turned his head and said to Yunyao: "Disciple, don't be impulsive, let's deal with him together!"

Yun Yao nodded with tears in her eyes. She suppressed her grief and stood side by side with Elder Xuanfeng, attacking the leader of the evil forces again. At this time, other elders and disciples also gathered around, and everyone worked together to fight against the leader of the evil forces.

Under the siege of the crowd, the leader of the evil forces gradually revealed his flaws. Although his evil magic was strange, it was difficult to withstand the joint attack of the crowd. Yun Yao seized the opportunity and stabbed the leader's right arm with all his strength. The leader screamed and the black ball in his hand fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Chu Mochen's eyes flashed with determination. He used all his strength to throw the spear at the leader. The spear flashed through the sky like lightning and pierced the leader's chest directly. The leader's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and he slowly fell down and died.

As the leader fell, the black mist gradually dissipated, and the threat posed by the soul-devouring fog was finally lifted. Seeing that the leader was dead, the remaining members of the evil forces completely lost their fighting spirit and fled in all directions. The battle finally ended with the victory of the sect.

The disciples of the sect cheered and embraced each other to celebrate this hard-won victory. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen looked at the devastated battlefield, feeling a lot of emotion in their hearts. They knew that this victory was won with the blood of countless fellow disciples, and they shouldered a heavier responsibility to continue working hard for the future of the sect and the peace of the cultivation world.

With the help of everyone, the injured disciples were taken back to the sect for treatment. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen also returned to the sect and began to retreat to heal their wounds, preparing to face more challenges in the future. This thrilling battle will also become an unforgettable memory on their road to cultivation, inspiring them to continue to grow and become stronger.