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

Chapter 108: Shi Feiyang defeats the enemy and leads the heroes to explore the secrets of Black Wind Village
Shi Feiyang's expression was solemn, his face as cold as ice. He lowered his voice, as if squeezing every word out through gritted teeth to warn everyone, "Everyone, please be careful. The terrain here is treacherous, like the mouth of a giant beast hiding countless ferocious fangs. Deadly dangers are very likely to lurk."

His voice was deep and solemn, carrying an undeniable majesty and an invisible pressure that weighed heavily on everyone's hearts. Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts shuddered, a chill running down their spines. They subconsciously tightened their grip on their weapons, their palms instantly soaked with sweat. The sweat quietly slid through their fingers, dripping onto the cold ground with a few "tick-tick" sounds, which were particularly clear in the silent atmosphere.

Their eyes scanned the surroundings warily, not missing any corner where danger might lurk, their expressions revealing tension and uneasiness. Shi Feiyang, like a calm and steady guide, led them cautiously along the winding path, taking each step carefully, as if walking on thin ice, fearing to alert the danger lurking in the shadows.

Shi Feiyang's body was tense, his muscles slightly bulging, ready to deal with any emergency that might arise at any time, like a cheetah ready to pounce, full of vigilance and strength. Every step he took made a slight "crunching" sound as the soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground.

At this moment, it is the darkest hour before dawn.

The surroundings seemed to be tightly shrouded in a curtain of deathly silence. Everything was still except for the breeze that gently caressed the treetops, making a faint rustling whisper. The sound seemed like the murmur of ancient times, telling the mysterious secrets that had been buried for a long time.

The wind echoed through the canyon, making a soft humming sound, as if some creature hidden in the darkness was growling softly, making people's hair stand on end. Using the sparse starlight, Shi Feiyang and his group cautiously set out on their journey through this canyon that seemed like the belly of a giant beast.

Their footsteps made a dull echo on the rugged ground, and the "puff puff" sound continued to echo and amplify in the silent canyon, as if countless invisible hands were pulling at everyone's nerves, adding a bit of solemnity to the mysterious and tense atmosphere.

Suddenly, a biting cold wind blew through the depths of the canyon like an extremely sharp blade, carrying endless chill.

With a "whoosh", everyone was caught off guard and shivered involuntarily. Their bodies tensed up instantly and they were almost frozen by the cold, and their teeth began to chatter.

Then, a low roar came from the front. The sound seemed to come from the bottom of the abyss of hell, carrying endless gloom and terror, as if some ferocious beast was hiding in the depths of the darkness, staring at them hungrily.

"Ouch!" The roar echoed in the canyon for a long time, shaking everyone with fear. The valley was trembling slightly with the roar, emitting a buzzing resonance. Shi Feiyang reacted quickly, immediately raising his arm, palm down, signaling the team to stop.

Shi Feiyang's eyes revealed vigilance, like the twinkling cold stars in the night sky, not missing any abnormality.

Shi Feiyang keenly captured every subtle movement, his ears trembling slightly as he listened carefully to the sounds around him.

Afterwards, Shi Feiyang lowered his voice again and solemnly reminded everyone: "Everyone must be vigilant, there is a high possibility of unpredictable dangers lurking here." After hearing this, everyone gripped their weapons tighter, their joints turned white due to the force, and their knuckles trembled slightly.

Their eyes were filled with fear, their pupils slightly contracted, and they stared nervously at the bottomless darkness ahead.

However, apart from the low roar echoing in my ears, there was no other movement in the darkness.

The eerie silence made people increasingly uneasy, realizing that it was the calm before the storm, foreshadowing a greater crisis to come. The air was filled with a suffocating depression, and everyone seemed to be able to hear their own rapid heartbeats, thumping against their chests.

At this moment, a black shadow flew past the side of the canyon like lightning. The black shadow was extremely fast, like a meteor across the night sky. With a "whoosh", it disappeared into the boundless darkness in an instant, leaving only a vague afterimage. This startled everyone again, and their breathing became rapid, and an unconscious "hiss" sound came from their throats.

"Swoosh!" Immediately afterward, a rain of arrows like a black storm of death, accompanied by sharp whistles, came whistling from all directions. The rain of arrows was dense and dense, like a flock of hungry black birds, carrying a deadly breath, and pounced on Shi Feiyang and his group.

The swishing sounds of arrows cutting through the air intertwined together, playing a melody of death, and the sharp sound was about to pierce everyone's eardrums.

"Ouch!" "Bang bang!" Several disciples of the Xiongying Society were unable to dodge and were unfortunately hit by the rain of arrows.

They let out shrill howls, and the sound echoed in the silent canyon, full of pain and despair.

The body fell heavily from the horse's back, hitting the cold ground, splashing a cloud of dust and making a dull crashing sound, "thump, thump", like the heavy notes of life disappearing. Seeing this, Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed with anxiety, and without hesitation, he hugged Gong Simeng tightly. His arms were like an indestructible steel barrier, protecting Gong Simeng firmly in his arms.

Then, Shi Feiyang gave a powerful kick with his legs, leaping high from the horse's back, drawing a graceful arc in the air. With a whoosh, he flung Gong Simeng into the air. Suzaku, which had been circling in the air, keeping a close eye on Shi Feiyang, caught Gong Simeng with its claws like a pair of giant steel pincers. With the Suzaku's strength, Gong Simeng lightly climbed onto its back. Fear still lingered in her eyes, but more of it was worry for Shi Feiyang. She stared intently at the imperiled Shi Feiyang below, her heart pounding wildly, a distinct "thump thump" audible.

Liequan and several disciples of the Xiongying Society reacted quickly. They quickly drew their swords and waved them vigorously, trying to block the flying arrows.

The clanging sound of metal colliding was endless, and the collision of swords and arrows splashed out sparks that flashed in the darkness.

The darkness before dawn was as thick as ink, like a huge piece of black silk, tightly wrapping the entire canyon. A group of assassins dressed in black appeared silently, like ghosts crawling out of the abyss of hell.

They exuded a chilling aura, as if they had emerged from a thousand-year-old icy pond. Wherever they walked, the air seemed frozen, leaving people with a bone-chilling chill. The weapons they clutched gleamed with a cold gleam. The sharpness of their knives exuded an icy murderous intent; the razor-sharpness of their spears seemed to pierce through all obstacles; the piercing sharpness of their swords carried a deadly cold edge; the ferocious strength of their halberds embodied immense power; the heaviness of their hammers seemed to be able to collapse a mountain; the domineering axe revealed its ferocious aura.

In this dead silence and darkness, the cold light of these weapons is like countless pairs of flashing ghost eyes, showing their hideousness.

They were like a surging tide, carrying endless murderous intent, as they madly pounced towards Lie Quan and his disciples. Their footsteps made a dull and powerful sound as they stepped on the ground, "dong dong dong", and each sound struck everyone's heart heavily.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang descended from the sky with endless momentum like thunder that split the night sky.

His eyes were wide open, and there was a flame of anger burning in his eyes, which seemed to be able to ignite this dark world.

He roared, his voice resounding throughout the surrounding area. The sound was like the tolling of a bell, seemingly capable of ripping through the dense darkness. It echoed through the canyon for a long time, shaking the entire valley. He unleashed his "Dragon Claw" technique, unleashing a "Dragon Roar Nine Heavens" move. He landed firmly on the ground, sending up a cloud of dust that flew like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, stirring up ripples.

Shi Feiyang's hands instantly turned into sharp claws, just like a dragon emerging from the abyss, with an overwhelming momentum. The air seemed to echo with the dragon's roar, and the roar was so loud that it hurt people's eardrums, and the "Awoo" sound continued.

Shi Feiyang's figure was as fast as lightning, moving freely among the men in black like a ghost.

Each of his attacks was as fast as lightning, leaving no time for the person to react; his force was so great that it seemed as if he could crush any obstacle in his way. His five fingers on his left hand made a whirring sound, like five sharp daggers, as they suddenly grabbed a man in black holding a long knife. The man in black saw this and widened his eyes in horror. He tried to raise his knife to block, but Shi Feiyang was too fast, and he had no time to make an effective defense. Shi Feiyang's claws instantly penetrated the chest of the man in black. With a "puff", blood splattered everywhere, and the man in black screamed, "Ah——", and the sound echoed in the canyon, full of despair and pain. It kept echoing in the silent valley, making people's hair stand on end.

The black-clad man's pupils suddenly constricted, as if an invisible hand were gripping his heart. Fear washed over him like a surging tide. His face was etched with terror, his features contorted with utter fear. He could already see the hideous face of Death, inching closer. In this life-or-death moment, his mind went blank, his legs gave way, and before he could even make any defensive move, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a giant hand, wielding the force of splitting mountains and shattering rock, were tearing his chest apart with the force of thunder.

With a "crack", the sound of bones breaking was particularly clear in the almost suffocatingly silent night. The sound was like the whisper of a devil, eerie and terrifying, making people shudder. It was like a curse from the Nine Nether Hell, constantly echoing in his ears.

Shi Feiyang's five fingers were deeply embedded in his chest, like five sharp steel knives, ruthlessly reaping his life.

Then, Shi Feiyang abruptly withdrew his hand, and the man in black fell to the ground like a puddle of mud. The breath of life quickly dissipated like a candle in the wind, leaving only a pair of empty eyes, staring at the endless darkness, telling of his fear and unwillingness to die.

Another swordsman, wielding a sword, took advantage of Shi Feiyang's attack and, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, stabbed him from behind. The blade sliced ​​through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound. With a "whoosh," the sound was like the howling of a deadly ghost in the dark night, piercing the silent night sky and making the hairs on your head stand on end. Shi Feiyang seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant. In his eyes, the black-clad man who had attacked him was simply overestimating his own capabilities.

Shi Feiyang's figure spun like a ghost, so fast that only a shadow could be seen, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, fleeting. As he turned, the air was rapidly torn apart, making a hissing sound.

Shi Feiyang swung his right hand back as fast as lightning and directly broke the wrist of the man in black.

With a "crack", the sound of broken bones was crisp and sharp, and the sharp sword fell to the ground with a "clang", making a crisp sound in the silence. This death knell sounded the final chapter of the life of the man in black.

Then, Shi Feiyang leaned forward, his movements smooth and seamless, like a bolt of black lightning, striking the man in black's throat once again. The man in black died instantly, a lingering fear still lingering in his eyes, frozen in that moment, becoming an eternal symbol of fear.

A black-clad man wielding a halberd, unwilling to be outdone, attempted a sideways attack. His eyes gleamed with greed and ferocity, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey. With a light step, he raised his halberd high, the tip flashing with a cold light as it sliced ​​through the air, sending a whirring sound. Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed, like a towering mountain, unshaken by the wind and rain.

In a flash, Shi Feiyang dodged the halberd's attack, its blade scraping across his clothes with a hissing sound. His left hand grasped the halberd's shaft with five fingers, his movements flowing naturally and effortlessly, like flowing clouds and water.

He pulled hard, and the man in black was dragged to his front. His face was full of astonishment and panic, as if he couldn't believe that his carefully planned sneak attack was so easily discovered. That expression told of his inner unwillingness and shock.

Shi Feiyang lifted his leg and kicked with a force so powerful it could lift a mountain. With a thud, like the blast of a cannon, he sent the man flying several feet away. The man in black was already dead when he landed, leaving behind only a cloud of dust, a reminder of his tragic end.

The dust that was raised was the last struggle of his life.

(End of this chapter)