Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 104: Night Battle in the Suburbs: Shi Feiyang fights the Black Robe Man, saves Liequan and Xiongying Society
"Old fellow, stop struggling!" the black-robed man taunted loudly, his voice shrill and piercing, like the cry of an owl, standing out against the stillness of the night sky. The corners of his mouth curled up in a smile of utter disdain, a smile like a sharp dagger, piercing the powerful and mercilessly mocking their presumption.

The black-robed man's palm strikes became increasingly swift and ferocious, pouring out like a raging storm, the shadows of his palms dazzling the eyes. Each of his palm strikes was accompanied by a whistling sound, a whooshing sound that seemed to tear apart the surrounding air.

Under this violent attack, the various powers could only retreat step by step, their steps staggering like a lone boat drifting in the raging waves, their bodies swaying and ready to be completely swallowed up by the surging offensive at any time, just like a candle swaying in the wind.

Every time he took a step back, the soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground, making a crunching sound, as if in painful protest.

At this time, the disciples of the Xiongying Society were also engaged in a tough battle. The men in black were all highly skilled in martial arts and their attacks were ruthless.

As they swung their weapons, cold light flashed, accompanied by the sound of "swoosh" breaking through the wind, and they rushed straight towards the disciples of the Xiongying Society.

The disciples of the Xiongying Society gradually found it difficult to resist, and the situation became precarious.

From time to time, disciples of the Xiongying Society were injured and fell to the ground, with blood gushing out and spreading wantonly on the cold ground, just like red plum blossoms blooming seductively in the dark night, emitting a pungent smell of blood. The bloody smell filled the air, making people nauseous.

The screams of the disciples of the Xiongying Society echoed miserably in the night sky, each scream was filled with pain and despair. The "Ah——" sounds were drawn out, as if to tear a hole in the endless night, but they could only be swallowed up by the darkness mercilessly, making people feel extremely desperate, as if the whole world had fallen into the abyss of darkness, with no glimmer of hope in sight.

Lie Quan was extremely anxious, his eyes burning with anxiety and worry, like a trapped beast, full of anxiety.

He knew that if the situation continued to deteriorate, not only would his own life be in jeopardy, but the entire Xiongying Society would suffer a catastrophic disaster, plunging it into irreparable ruin. At this critical moment, he roared with a voice like a bell, a roar that shook the surrounding leaves to the ground. He channeled his last ounce of internal energy, unleashing his ultimate Qiankun sword technique.

His body trembled slightly due to the tremendous pressure he was under, as he was fighting a desperate battle with fate.

The blade's light was like a bright moon, instantly illuminating the surrounding darkness. With boundless power, it fiercely slashed towards the black-robed guest. The blade's light was dazzling, containing all the hope and fighting spirit of the Lie Quan forces. The blade sliced ​​through the air, making a hissing sound.

The man in black robe was calm and composed, without any fear on his face. Nothing in this world could move him.

He waved his hands, and a powerful internal force burst out like an erupting volcano, carrying a tremendous force that could destroy the world.

There was a loud "bang", like thunder exploding in the sky, which directly knocked Lie Quan's knife away.

The knife drew a desolate arc in the air, and with a "clang" sound, it fell heavily in the distance with a dull sound.

Lie Quan lost his weapon, and his heart sank suddenly, as if he had fallen into an abyss. His eyes revealed despair and helplessness. The sky and the earth collapsed in his eyes in an instant, and darkness completely enveloped him.

"Prepare to die!" The man in black robe shouted loudly, and the sound was like a thunder exploding on the ground. He once again used the "Seven Cuts and Seven Deaths Heartbreaking Palm". The palm shadow carried a cold murderous intent, like a ferocious beast with bared fangs and claws, and hit Lie Quan's chest directly.

The palm wind whistled and made a whooshing sound, as if it was going to tear Lie Quan's body apart.

Lie Quan had no way to avoid it, and could only watch helplessly as the fatal blow drew ever closer. His heart pounded violently in his chest, its "thump, thump, thump" sound threatening to burst through his chest and out of his throat, each beat a countdown to his death. At this crucial moment, a long howl suddenly erupted from the distance. The sound was like a dragon's roar, resounding throughout the night sky. A "wow" pierced everyone's eardrums, threatening to tear the dark sky apart.

A figure came rushing towards them like lightning, so fast that people had almost no time to react.

It was Shi Feiyang who came to Lie Quan's rescue. He activated his Mingyu Gong, emitting bursts of cold white mist from his body, instantly transforming the surrounding space into a world of ice and snow. The surrounding air instantly froze, forming a thick layer of frost that crackled.

He was like a god of war descending from the icy plains, emitting a chilling aura. Wherever he went, a chill filled the air. His eyes, like lightning, stared intently at the man in black robes, their flames burning with rage, as if they wanted to burn him to ashes, until he was nothing.

Shi Feiyang swung the long sword in his hand, displaying the Hundred Victories Sword Technique, and charged towards the black-robed guest with an indomitable momentum.

The knife light was like snow, carrying a sharp chill, instantly cutting through the dark night sky.

The blade flashed with a cold gleam, like a streak of silver lightning. Wherever it passed, the air hissed as it sliced ​​through, as if groaning in pain. Shi Feiyang's arms swung with a fierce gust of wind, stirring up wisps of white mist, the result of the cold energy of the Mingyu Gong blending with the air. Each strike contained a powerful internal force, a thin layer of frost faintly appearing on the blade, dropping the surrounding temperature to freezing. His bladework was swift and exquisite, each stroke carrying tremendous power.

Shi Feiyang's first sword strike, "Cloud Breaking Style", was like a sharp sword energy, piercing the sky, as if to split the dark clouds in the sky; the second sword strike, "Earth-Splitting Slash", carried a thousand pounds of force, chopped down fiercely at the ground, and a deep crack appeared on the ground instantly, with a "crackling" sound; the third sword strike, "Chasing Stars and Catching the Moon", the sword light was as swift as a meteor chasing the moon, and it went straight to the throat of the man in black robe.

The black-robed guest felt Shi Feiyang's powerful aura and was slightly startled, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to form. A flash of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Humph, here comes another one seeking death!" The man in black robe sneered, his laughter sounded like the cry of a night owl, full of endless eeriness.

A hideous smile appeared on his face, and that smile was like the whisper of a devil, revealing endless murderous intent. He turned to face Shi Feiyang, secretly thinking in his heart: bury Shi Feiyang in this darkness as well, and let them all become the dead souls of his subordinates.

The black-robed man unleashed the "Seven Breaks and Seven Deaths Heartbreaking Palm". The shadows of his palms were heavy, and every time he struck out, it carried a gloomy aura, like a cold wind blowing from the Nine Nether Hell, making people shudder.

His first palm was "Heart Meridians Broken", and the palm of his hand brought a powerful suction force, as if to suck Shi Feiyang's heart out of his chest; the second palm was "Blood Veins Rupture", and wherever the palm wind went, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a "puff puff" sound; the third palm was "Liver and Intestine Broken", and the palm shadow was like a sharp blade, piercing Shi Feiyang's abdomen.

Shi Feiyang used the "Hundred Victories Sword Technique", which was swift and exquisite, and each sword move was packed with tremendous power.

He activated the Mingyu Gong, and a thick chill enveloped his body, like an icy plain in the dead of winter, emitting a chilling aura. His arms swung with a fierce wind, stirring up wisps of white mist, the result of the Mingyu Gong's chill blending with the air. Each strike brimmed with powerful internal energy, a thin layer of frost surfacing on the blade, dropping the surrounding temperature to freezing.

The two men instantly engaged in a fight, their swords and palms collided, making a series of deafening explosions and continuous "bang bang bang" sounds. The sound seemed to shake the world to pieces and make people's eardrums hurt, like a fierce war symphony.

The surrounding air seemed to be wildly stirred by an invisible giant hand, and twisted under the stimulation of their powerful internal force, forming visible air waves that spread in all directions like surging waves.

The sand and stones on the ground were picked up by the air waves, flying all over the sky, and "cracking" against the surrounding trees and rocks. It was as if you were in a sandstorm, making it impossible to open your eyes. The sky and the earth were plunged into chaos and confusion.

(End of this chapter)