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

Chapter 111: Bloody! The final battle in the valley will determine the outcome, and the mystery of the sarcophagus remains to be solved.
Shi Feiyang shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, making the air around him buzz.

The Mingyu Power in his body was running at a high speed, and the light around him became dazzling in an instant. The light was like a bright pearl rising from the endless deep sea, or like the sun breaking through the thick dark clouds, illuminating the entire dim valley.

At this moment, a fierce wind howled through the valley, sending sand and rocks flying. The sound of the wind was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, causing the surrounding trees to fall this way and that, and branches to whip against each other, making a crackling sound. The sand and rocks on the ground were swept up by the strong wind and flew wildly in the air, like a group of crazy hidden weapons, occasionally brushing against people's bodies, causing a slight sting.

Shi Feiyang thrust his Burmese knife upwards, unleashing the "Reverse Dragon and Sun" technique from the Hundred Victories Sword Technique with astonishing force. With a whoosh, the blade whistled like an invisible tornado, sending Huang Yuanxiong's swivel knife careening through the air. The knife traced a graceful yet desperate arc, wailing with a final, clanging sound as it landed heavily on the ground, echoing through the valley.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the surrounding mist was instantly dispersed and quickly gathered, as if being manipulated by an invisible giant. Sun Meng seized the opportunity to attack again, piercing Shi Feiyang's chest with his trident. He used the "Raging Sea Piercing Clouds" move with unstoppable momentum.

Shi Feiyang did not dodge or evade, his eyes revealing confidence and determination, like a towering mountain, standing tall and unyielding.

He clenched his left fist, gathering his inner strength. The energy gathered in his fist, forming a powerful aura. The surrounding air was distorted by this internal force, making a sizzling sound. He struck the trident's shaft with a punch. This "Stone-Splitting and Mountain-Collapping Fist" was unparalleled in its power.

A resounding "bang!" Like thunder exploding from the ground, the cliffs on either side of the valley trembled, and rubble fell from the cliffs, "crackling" on the ground. Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity to pursue, his eyes burning with the flame of victory, a flame that seemed to devour the enemy completely. He swept his Burmese sword, the wind whistling like a sharp lightning, unleashing the "Wild Wind Sweeping Leaves" move with a whoosh, carrying the force of a tidal wave.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, and the clouds rolled and surged, as if thousands of troops were galloping in them. From time to time, lightning flashed in the clouds, but was suppressed by the thick dark clouds, and only a faint light could be seen, illuminating the entire valley with flickering light.

Sun Meng and Huang Yuanxiong quickly retreated to avoid the attack. Their faces were filled with fear, their eyes filled with fear of death. It was as if they saw the god of death waving a scythe and approaching them, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

The fog in the valley grew thicker, like a heavy curtain, tightly enveloping the three of them. The mist was filled with tension and fear, making it almost impossible to breathe. Seeing this, Luo Biwang leaped into the air and unleashed a "Goshawk Strikes Rabbit" move. His figure arced through the air like a swooping hawk, and from above, his sword pierced Shi Feiyang's head like a meteor.

Shi Feiyang's eyes fixed, a cold glint flashing in them that seemed to freeze everything. He raised his Burmese knife from bottom to top, using it as a sword, and unleashed the "Rainbow Piercing the Sun" attack, meeting Luo Biwang's sword. "Dang!" The swords clashed with a resounding sound, one that seemed to shatter eardrums. The sound echoed through the valley for a long time, shaking the surrounding air like ripples from a calm lake struck by a boulder.

Luo Biwang was shocked and flew backwards. His body drew a parabola in the air. After landing, he staggered a few steps before he stood firm. A look of shock appeared on his face, and his eyes were wide open. He had never expected that Shi Feiyang's strength was so strong, which was beyond his imagination.

At this moment, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, blocking the sunlight that was originally shining on the valley. The whole valley was instantly plunged into darkness, as if the end of the world was coming, foreshadowing that a more brutal and fierce battle was about to begin.

The howling wind passed through the valley, making everyone's clothes rustle. The whirring sound of the wind and the clashing sounds of weapons intertwined to form a tense and fierce symphony, which added to the sense of tension and accelerated people's heartbeats.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang was like an invincible god of war. His aura completely overwhelmed the three men, freezing the air around them like an invisible wall of ice. Seeing this, "Ironback Immortal Ape" Hong Changshan rushed forward again, brandishing his massive iron rod. A frenzied look crossed his face, his mind completely gone. He shouted, "Get out of the way! I'll take care of him!" His voice carried a hint of madness and unwillingness, like the roar of a wounded beast.

Shi Feiyang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, which seemed to mock Hong Changshan's arrogance. He said, "Come on, today I will let you know how powerful I am!" His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the valley with unquestionable majesty.

Shi Feiyang stared at the charging Hong Changshan, a fierce gleam in his eyes, a gleam that seemed to penetrate Hong Changshan's body, leaving him nowhere to hide. Then, with a flash of his own, Shi Feiyang dodged a powerful blow from Hong Changshan's iron rod. This dodge was as swift as a ghost, so fast that no one could react. Then, he dodged sideways again, and the Burmese knife in his hand slashed across Hong Changshan's throat like lightning, so fast that only a flash of cold light could be seen. In an instant, Shi Feiyang unleashed one of the ultimate moves in the Baisheng Sword Technique, the "Phantom Kill." With a "swish," it sounded like a blade slicing through silk.

Hong Changshan's eyes widened, his hands clutching his neck, but he couldn't stop the blood from gushing out. It gushed out like a fountain, glaring in the dim light. His eyes were filled with fear and despair, as he saw the end of his life. He collapsed to the ground with a dull thud, a cloud of dust rising, and a "thump," a heavy note like the final note of a life's end.

When "Soul-Chasing Stick" Li Tianhao saw Hong Changshan being killed instantly, he was shocked and a look of horror appeared on his face, but he still rushed forward with his head held high. His legs trembled slightly, obviously shocked by Shi Feiyang's strength.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and that snort was full of disdain. He swung his Burmese knife and a sharp knife energy flew out. This move of "Sky-Splitting Blade Energy" was used. The knife energy was like an invisible sharp blade, which directly cut off the iron rod in Li Tianhao's hand. With a "click", the iron rod broke into two pieces.

Before Li Tianhao could react, Shi Feiyang had already approached him and pierced his chest with a Burmese knife in one smooth movement. Li Tianhao vomited blood and died. His body slowly fell down, the breath of life quickly dissipated, and with a plop, he fell to the cold ground.

The monk Xuan Yue, seeing the situation was bad, turned and tried to flee, his steps frantic, like a frightened rabbit. Shi Feiyang would never let him escape, so he chased him in a flash, his speed as fast as lightning, his sword in hand slashing down.

"Crack!" Xuan Yue's neck was broken, his bald head rolled to the side, blood splattered all over the ground, the scene was very bloody.

"Flying Eagle" Li Feng had just crawled up from the ground and wanted to take the opportunity to fly away. His eyes were full of fear.

Shi Feiyang shook his wrist and the Burmese knife flew out of his hand like a streak of light, so fast that it was difficult to catch with the naked eye. He used the "Meteor Chasing the Moon" technique to nail Li Feng directly to the ground. Li Feng let out a scream, and then there was no movement. A scream of "Ah" pierced the sky, and then it returned to deathly silence.

After dealing with these people, Shi Feiyang turned around and looked at "Invincible Sword" Luo Biwang, "Sea God Dragon" Sun Meng and "Revolving Knife" Huang Yuanxiong.

The three of them were now terrified by Shi Feiyang's power. Their bodies were trembling slightly, and their faces were full of fear.

Luo Biwang pretended to be calm, a forced smile appeared on his face, and he swung his sword to attack again.

Shi Feiyang dodged sideways, moving swiftly and agilely, and landed a kick on Luo Biwang's knee. Luo Biwang screamed and fell to his knees, a pained expression on his face. Shi Feiyang reached out and grabbed his Burmese knife, and with a sharp blow, Luo Biwang's head tumbled to the ground, blood gushing from his neck. The scene was horrifying.

Seeing this, Sun Meng turned around and ran, his steps were panicked, as if a demon was chasing him.

Shi Feiyang picked up a stone and poured his internal energy into it. The stone was instantly wrapped in powerful internal energy and thrown towards Sun Meng.

The stone struck Sun Meng's back like a cannonball. Bang! Sun Meng fell to the ground, his body tumbling several times before finally falling motionless. Shi Feiyang stepped forward and struck him dead with a single blow. There was no mercy in his eyes, as if he were carrying out a just judgment.

Huang Yuanxiong collapsed to the ground in fear, his body shaking like a sieve, and he kept begging for mercy: "Please spare my life, please spare my life!"

Shi Feiyang had no expression on his face and said coldly: "You evil bastard, I won't let you go!" After that, he raised his knife and killed Huang Yuanxiong. His life came to an abrupt end at this moment.

At this point, all the masters invited by Black Wind Village had been killed by Shi Feiyang. The valley was filled with a strong, bloody smell that made people sick. Shi Feiyang sheathed his sword. His movements were steady and powerful, and his figure appeared particularly tall in the sunlight, like a towering mountain, radiating the light of justice.

Lie Quan ran to the sarcophagus with a knife in his hand, curiosity and excitement on his face.

Shi Feiyang called out urgently, "Elder Lie, hold still! Be careful of hidden arrows!" His voice, filled with anxiety and worry, echoed through the valley like a bell. Lie Quan broke out in a cold sweat, his face turning pale. He hurriedly stepped back a few steps, then broke into a run, returning to Shi Feiyang's side. His heartbeat was so rapid that it seemed to be about to burst out of his throat, and the "thump, thump, thump" sound of his heartbeat was clearly audible.

At this time, a strange mist filled the surroundings of the sarcophagus. The mist was like a veil, covering the sarcophagus and making it difficult to see the secrets within. Occasionally, a few wisps of mist drifted around the crowd, bringing a biting chill that made people shudder.

The mysterious runes carved on the sarcophagus are faintly visible in the mist, telling an ancient and dangerous story.

Shi Feiyang ordered the team to assemble and take a detour.

A morning breeze blew through the valley, bringing a hint of coolness that seemed to dispel the bloody air. A thin mist swirled around, creating a fairyland-like scene. Sunlight filtered through the mist, dappling onto Shi Feiyang and his team, covering them in a golden battle robe.

(End of this chapter)