Heroes of Troubled Times: Chronicles of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms

Zhu Cun's swordsmanship became more and more fierce, and his sword light shone like starlight. He mobilized the energy in his body, and the power of the Demon Sword Technique reached its peak.

However, Wang Jin did not show weakness. He intertwined the black whip with Zhu Cun's sword, turning it into a gorgeous and dangerous picture.

As time passed, both of their bodies began to show signs of fatigue. They tried their best and never let up.

Suddenly, Wang Jin's black whip hit Zhu Cun hard, faster than before. Zhu Cun's reaction became even faster, and he blocked the Black Whip's attack with his sword.

However, Wang Jin's attack did not stop. He suddenly retracted his black whip, jumped up, turned into a black shadow, and headed straight for Zhu Cun.

Zhu Cun subconsciously dodged backwards, but Wang Jin was faster and could not allow him to waver in the slightest.

The sword and whip intertwined again, and the sword light and black light collided in the air, triggering a series of violent sparks.

The battle became fierce, and every inch of land became a stage for them to fight. The generals were stunned and looked at this extremely dangerous duel in disbelief.

Zhu Cun's eyes were firm. Although he was exhausted, he still held on to his last glimmer of hope. He knows that only by overcoming the immediate difficulties can he achieve final victory.

Wang Jin's attack speed became faster and faster, and the haze of the sword whip enveloped the entire battlefield. Zhu Cun felt unprecedented pressure. His heart was beating wildly and his body had reached its limit.

However, the fierce fighting showed no signs of stopping. With the duel between Zhu Cun and Wang Jin, the battlefield was filled with an atmosphere of tension and urgency.

Zhu Cun felt exhausted and his face was covered with sweat, but he was unwilling to give up. He firmly held the sword in his hand, firmly believing that victory was right in front of him.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Wang Jin's lips, and his offensive became more fierce, wrapping around Zhu Cun like a poisonous snake.

Zhu Cun, although your swordsmanship is excellent, it is still not strong enough. Wang Jin said mockingly.

Zhu Cun gasped and stared at his opponent with fiery eyes.

Yeah? You haven't seen my full strength yet. Zhu Cun's voice was low, and his whole body exuded a powerful energy.

The muscles all over his body were tense, and his eyes were shining with a strange light. An invisible force surged out of his body, causing the sword to become faster and fiercer.

Wang Jin's expression became stiff. He was about to fight back, but was completely suppressed by Zhu Cun's fierce offensive.

The sword energy is like the sea, and each of Zhu Cun's swords seems to contain a huge amount of power. He constantly changed his sword moves and quickly shuttled between battlefields, showing off his jaw-dropping swordsmanship skills.

Wang Jin, who was under the black mask, was a little surprised. He didn't expect Zhu Cun to hide such a sword technique that no one had ever seen before.

How could you have such strength? Wang Jin's pupils shrank, and he began to take the opponent in front of him seriously.

Zhu Cun roared at Wang Jin, and the energy in his body reached its peak. He resolutely broke off the fight with Wang Jin and suddenly appeared behind Wang Jin with the help of his swift movements.

Wang Jin was caught off guard, and Zhu Cun turned into a ray of light and slashed at Wang Jin's vest with his sword.

Wang Jin immediately turned around and waved his whip to intercept. The black whip and the long sword intersected, making a deafening collision sound.

Their swords and whips intertwined again, and Zhu Cun struck with all his strength, unleashing a shocking sword force.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became extremely tense, and the generals held their breaths and watched this life-and-death battle.

The fierce collision of swords and whips resounded through the sky, fire splashed everywhere, and the entire battlefield seemed to be plunged into endless darkness.

Time passed, and it seemed like centuries had passed in an instant. The fierce fighting between the two people is unbelievable. Every move and every move they make is enough to change the entire battle situation.

Sweat dripped on Zhu Cun's cheeks. He felt that his physical strength was exhausted and his will could no longer support it.

On the other side, Wang Jin's face also turned pale. He did not expect that Zhu Cun could fight him to such an extent.

The victory and defeat tended to be even, and Zhu Cun and Wang Jin's momentum reached its peak. The tension on the battlefield can almost solidify, giving people a suffocating feeling.

Suddenly, a whisper reached Zhu Cun's ears. He frowned and winked at the generals around him.

Huang Ying quickly approached Zhu Cun's ear and whispered: Zhu Cun, I discovered a strange phenomenon. That man in black robe is not Wang Jin, he is just using Wang Jin's name to deceive us!

Zhu Cun's heartbeat accelerated instantly, and he vaguely felt that Wang Jin beside him was not the real Wang Jin, but a phantom.

He looked back and found that Wang Jin's figure became blurry, as if he was about to disappear into the white snow.

He escaped! Zhu Cun shouted sharply.

The generals reacted immediately, and they immediately launched a search, trying to find the man in black robe who had deceived them.

However, the man in black robe had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the cold wind and the falling snow.

Zhu Cun clenched his fists, knowing that he had been framed in an unpredictable way.

Why did he pretend to be Wang Jin? What is he trying to achieve? Zhu Cun thought about it, feeling a sense of suspense in his heart.

The generals also fell into deep thought, and they began to speculate on the true purpose and identity of the man in black robe.

Taoist priest Zhang Taiyi frowned and said in a deep voice: We don't know the intention of this man in black robe, but we can't take it lightly. There must be a bigger conspiracy behind him. We must remain vigilant and respond carefully.

Shen Gongbao nodded, the wind and snow on the battlefield made his heart even heavier.

We must find the man in black and reveal his true identity, otherwise our efforts will be in vain. Supervisor Ma Zhanshan said firmly.

They were determined to search again, looking for clues to find out the true identity of the man in black robe.

The wind and snow were still raging on the battlefield, and the cold air seemed to have condensed.

Zhu Cun and the generals started searching along the battlefield, looking for traces of the man in black robe. Fine snow was falling, covering all traces and making their task even more difficult.

They walked through the thick snow and followed the footprints trodden by the battle, gradually approaching the site of the incident.

In an instant, a suspenseful voice suddenly sounded:"Are you looking for me?"

Everyone turned their heads and focused on a tall figure. The man in black robe reappeared in front of them, still confused with his true appearance. who are you? Why pretend to be Wang Jin? Zhu Cun asked sharply.

The man in black robe had a cruel smile and said in a low voice: You thought Wang Jin was dead and the seal was perfect, but in fact he was just used by us.

He waved the black whip in his hand, his eyes full of mockery.

We are an organization called Nightfall, seeking power and influence. I am their leader, and you are my pawns. The man in black robe said with a sneer.

Zhu Cun looked stern after hearing this, and he began to realize that he was involved in a conspiracy that was larger than he imagined.

What do you want? Why go against us? Zhu Cun's eyebrows were full of doubts.

The man in black robe smiled calmly and slashed out his sword like lightning, forcing Zhu Cun and the others to take a few steps back. He sighed heavily and said: You ignorant people will never understand what we are pursuing.

The generals glared at the men in black robes, determined not to give in easily. They attacked in groups, each launching a fierce attack.