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

Chapter 118: Stormy Road to Su: Shi Feiyang is attacked and surrounded by dangers
A few days later, Shi Feiyang planned to go out to purchase some items needed for his affairs in the martial arts world.

The sky seemed to be tightly covered by a huge and heavy lead plate. It was so gloomy that it made people feel stuffy in the chest and unable to breathe.

The streets were deserted with few pedestrians. Everyone was in a hurry, driven by the depressing atmosphere.

Most of the shops on the street had their doors half-open, and the occasional muffled conversations added to the dullness.

As soon as Shi Feiyang stepped out of the inn, his keen intuition made him realize that there were several pairs of eyes staring at him like hungry wolves in the dark.

He looked calm and composed, but his pace quickened quietly, with a hint of vigilance in his calmness.

Sure enough, not long after walking, several men in black suddenly emerged from a dark corner of the road like ghosts.

They were dressed in black, blending seamlessly into the dim surroundings. They held sharp blades, which gleamed with a chilling cold light in the dimming light, creating an air of chill. Without a word, these men in black moved swiftly and ruthlessly, like a group of well-trained, ruthless killers, as they pounced fiercely on Shi Feiyang, a murderous aura thick in the air.

Shi Feiyang's heart suddenly trembled, and he immediately realized that this was a conspiracy set up by the despicable Xie Zhichuan.

But he remained calm in the face of danger, and his aura suddenly changed dramatically.

A powerful internal force surged out from his body, like a surging tide, rushing endlessly.

The surrounding air seemed drawn to this powerful force, surging violently and emitting a low, humming sound, like distant thunder. Shi Feiyang unleashed the Divine Dragon Claw technique, combined with the Mingyu Gong, which incorporated the Yi Jin Jing internal energy. The two complemented each other, creating a terrifyingly powerful force. Combined with the supreme bloodline bestowed upon him by the Sunflower Saint, Shi Feiyang possessed a physique impervious to all poisons, unfazed by any toxic attack.

Shi Feiyang's figure was as fast as a black lightning, quickly shuttling between the men in black, causing a whistling sound in the wind.

He used the "Dragon Shadow Grabbing Hand", a move from the Divine Dragon Claw technique. His right hand shot out in an instant like a black afterimage, as fast as lightning, and went straight for the shoulder of a man in black.

The man in black only felt an overwhelming and irresistible force coming from his shoulder, as if he was being clamped by a giant clamp made of steel. Then there was a crisp "crack" sound, like a branch being broken in the cold winter. His shoulder was instantly crushed by Shi Feiyang, and his arm hung down limply, lifeless.

The man in black let out a shrill scream, the sound was sharp and piercing, piercing the dull and depressing sky and tearing a hole in the gloomy atmosphere. His face was full of an expression of mixed pain and fear.

Shi Feiyang didn't stop there. He turned around, as nimble as a cheetah, and unleashed his "Dragon Claw Chest-Splitting" move. With immense force, his left hand slammed down on the other man in black's sternum.

Under the impact of this extremely powerful force, the black-clothed man's sternum instantly shattered like a broken tile, making a "cracking" sound. His chest sank deeply, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth. The blood drew a dazzling arc in the air, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

At this moment, two more men in black attacked swiftly from either side. Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed with a cold light, like a fleeting meteor in the night sky. He unleashed his "Dragon Neck Lock" move, his hands like two nimble and deadly dragons, instantly grabbing the necks of the two men in black.

Shi Feiyang twisted his palm suddenly with force.

With two crisp "cracks," the necks of the two men in black were snapped, and their bodies fell straight to the ground, breathless. For a moment, the surroundings fell into a dead silence, the only sounds being Shi Feiyang's steady breathing and the rustling of the breeze.

In just a few rounds, Shi Feiyang took care of all the men in black as cleanly and neatly as autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

He was agile and every movement he made was smooth, seamless, precise and ruthless.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang stood firmly in place, his breathing steady. The thrilling, life-or-death battle just now seemed nothing more than a relaxing game. His sleeves fluttered gently in the breeze, highlighting his calm demeanor.

There was a cold light flashing in his eyes, like the twinkling cold stars in the night sky. He thought to himself: "This Xie Zhichuan is so bold and treats me like nothing. What happened today is definitely not simple!" The firmness and determination revealed in his eyes made him think: If there is a similar situation again, Xie Zhichuan will pay a heavy price for his despicable actions.

The noise of the fierce battle alarmed Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing. Upon hearing the noise, they were extremely anxious and rushed over.

Lin Wanqing and Gong Simeng were both horrified when they saw the bodies of the men in black lying all over the ground.

Gong Simeng's eyes widened, her fear was evident in her eyes, and her face turned pale.

She walked quickly to Shi Feiyang, holding his arm tightly with both hands, her nails almost digging into his skin, and said anxiously: "Brother, Xie Zhichuan is so insidious and cunning, and his methods are cruel. We can't stay here for long. Let's leave Jinan Prefecture immediately. There is no need to bother with such a villain. Besides, we have auspicious beasts like Suzaku. We can take it through the air channel and fly back to Jiangnan in a blink of an eye." Her voice trembled slightly, with a hint of tears, showing her worry about Shi Feiyang and fear that Shi Feiyang would be hurt.

Lin Wanqing also echoed from the side, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, like slightly wrinkled willow leaves in spring, her eyes full of worry.

As she spoke, she glanced around warily, her eyes sharp as a torch, fearing Xie Zhichuan's men would reappear like ghosts again. "Miss Gong is absolutely right. Xie Zhichuan is a man of vengeance. Who knows what tricks he might use. We'd better leave as soon as possible."

Shi Feiyang straightened his back, his posture like a pine tree, with a fearless look on his face, and said heroically: "What is there to be afraid of? If an enemy comes, I will fight him; if a flood comes, I will block it with earth. I don't believe in evil. Let's take a carriage back to Jiangnan. I want to see what tricks he can play!" His voice was firm and powerful, like the ringing of a huge bell, echoing in the air, revealing an unquestionable momentum.

The high head and determined eyes all demonstrate his courage and heroism. He can carry the burden alone even if the sky falls.

Seeing Shi Feiyang's decision, Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing exchanged a glance and sighed, their sighs filled with frustration at Shi Feiyang's stubbornness. Ultimately, they nodded in agreement. With that, the three decided to leave the Jinhui Inn and continue their journey south.

Before leaving, they approached the innkeeper's wife. Shi Feiyang clasped his hands together and politely said, "Thank you very much for your care during this period. I'm grateful for your kindness. If you need anything in the future, please let me know." The innkeeper's wife smiled, like the warm spring sun, and wished them a safe journey and happiness. The world is treacherous, so be careful in everything you do."

Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng walked out of the inn hand in hand.

Lin Wanqing followed behind.

The three of them set out on their journey to their next destination.

Shi Feiyang looked up into the distance, his eyes firm and deep, his heart full of expectations and longings for the future.

The road ahead is long, but as long as we are together, even the most difficult journey will become full of hope and courage.

However, when Shi Feiyang and others were on their way to Suzhou Prefecture, the situation suddenly changed.

That day, the three of them took a carriage and came to the mountains and forests north of the outskirts of Kaifeng Prefecture.

The originally clear sky was instantly covered by dark clouds. The inky clouds were like surging black waves, rolling and converging from all directions, and in the blink of an eye, they covered the entire sky tightly.

The wind was howling like an angry beast, and raindrops as big as beans were hitting the ground with a crackling sound, splashing layers of water.

The three people and the two auspicious beasts, the Vermillion Bird and the White Tiger, rode in a carriage, struggling to move forward in the wind and rain. The wheels turned hard on the muddy road, making a "creaking" sound.

Finally, they found a dilapidated inn. The wooden door of the inn creaked in the strong wind, as if it would be blown down at any time. The sound was particularly desolate in the wind and rain.

The wooden door of the inn creaked in the strong wind.

The sound was sharp and shrill, like the howling of a ghost, and it was particularly harsh amid the noise of wind and rain.

Shi Feiyang pushed open the wooden door, and a damp, decayed odor hit him. It was so strong it almost made him sick. It was a mixture of the pungent smell of mold and the stench of old wood, a fusion of the evil that had grown from time and dark corners.

In the dim light, the tables and chairs were tilted to and fro, as if they had experienced a fierce battle.

Some of the tables and chairs had broken legs and were lying on the ground in a mess; some were tilted, telling of their past experiences.

The walls were covered with moss, and the green moss emitted a strange glow in the dim light, like peepers hidden in the darkness.

The inn is filled with a mysterious and eerie atmosphere, making people feel that there are unknown secrets hidden here, and unknown dangers may pop up in every corner at any time.

Gong Simeng tightly grasped Shi Feiyang's arm, her nails almost digging into his flesh. Her eyes widened with anxiety and fear: "Why does this place feel so gloomy? Is there something strange going on?"

Lin Wanqing also looked around vigilantly, her eyes as sharp as an eagle, not missing any corner.

Her hand unconsciously pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the hilt swayed slightly in her trembling hand, revealing her inner tension.

In such a depressing environment, the conflicts and emotional entanglements between the characters are further magnified.

Gong Simeng looked at Lin Wanqing from time to time, with vigilance in her eyes undiminished, like a small animal guarding its food, always on guard against outsiders snatching its food; Lin Wanqing was bored because she was trapped here, and her attitude towards Gong Simeng became a little more impatient, and a trace of annoyance flashed in her eyes, as if Gong Simeng's existence was the culprit of this predicament.

Shi Feiyang was caught in the middle and keenly felt the undercurrent between the two people. He couldn't help but feel a headache in his heart, but he had to force himself to try to ease the tense atmosphere and comfort the two people.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color. Dark clouds, like surging black waves, rolled in from all directions and converged. In the blink of an eye, they covered the entire sky completely. The sky seemed to be pressed down by a huge black curtain, making it difficult to breathe.

The strong wind carried raindrops as big as beans, which poured down like whistling arrows and hit the ground with a "crackling" sound.

Raindrops pounded the ground, sending up layers of water that resembled blooming white flowers, fleeting yet relentless. In an instant, the streets transformed into a vast, swampy sea, the water rising rapidly, ankle-deep, the current surging as if threatening to sweep everything into an endless abyss.

Raindrops hit the ground, splashing layers of water and blurring people's vision. The sky and the earth were shrouded in this violent rain curtain, as if covered by a mysterious veil, making it impossible to see the way forward, full of unknown and fear.

Just when everyone was trapped in the dilapidated inn and full of worries, several dark shadows flashed like ghosts from the depths of the rain.

Looking closely, they were a group of masked men dressed in black, their faces covered with black cloth. Their figures appeared and disappeared in the torrential rain, like ghosts moving through the darkness. Every step they took was in the puddles, yet they made no sound. They were like messengers from the abyss of hell, emanating a mysterious and dangerous aura.

Their appearance made the already tense atmosphere even more oppressive, and the air was filled with the smell of death.

Shi Feiyang's heart suddenly tightened and he became alert in an instant. He knew that danger had already arrived.

He quickly turned his head, looking firmly at the majestic white tiger and the majestic red bird beside him, and shouted, "Protect Miss Gong and Miss Lin!" His voice was as loud as thunder, and could be heard clearly in the wind and rain, with an unquestionable majesty.

The white tiger raised its head and let out a deafening roar, "Ao——" The sound seemed to be able to break the sky and make the heaven and earth tremble.

All the hair on its body stood up, like a towering mountain, standing firmly in front of Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing.

Those copper bell-like eyes flashed with a fierce light, staring at the enemy in front of them, as if wanting to eat them alive.

Its teeth gleamed coldly in the dim light, ready to tear the enemy's throat at any time.

The Vermilion Bird spread its huge wings that were burning with fire, and tightly protected the two girls under its wings. The scorching flames danced around it, colliding with the freezing rain, making a "sizzling" sound, just like a fierce battle between water and fire.

The flames swayed in the rain, but never went out. Instead, they grew stronger, protesting against the rain and the enemy.

Shi Feiyang crossed his palms and activated the Mingyu Gong. In an instant, powerful internal energy surged in his body like a raging torrent, and his aura suddenly surged, like a volcano about to erupt.

His eyes revealed determination and resoluteness. He displayed the magical skill of the Dragon Claw that was feared by the world. His figure was like a black lightning, instantly disappearing into the ink-thick rain curtain, and started a thrilling battle with the masked man.

His right hand stretched out like a black phantom, as fast as lightning, and performed a move called "Dragon Shadow Grabbing Hand".

This move was extremely fast and powerful, aiming directly at the throat of a masked man.

The masked man had no time to react. He felt his throat suddenly tighten, as if it was being clamped by a giant pair of steel pliers. Then, a crisp "click" sound rang out in the rain, and the sound was particularly clear amid the noise of the wind and rain.

His throat was crushed by Shi Feiyang. Blood gushed out like a fountain, mixing with the rain, forming glaring streaks of blood, which looked particularly terrifying in the dim light and rain.

The masked man's body flew backwards uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily into the muddy water, splashing a cloud of turbid water. The mud and water splashed all over his body, covering him with a dirty coat.

Shi Feiyang's attack was like a violent storm without any pause. He turned his body like a ghost, and his left hand slapped out with overwhelming force, performing a move called "Dragon Claw Splitting Chest".

This palm contained tremendous force, like a towering mountain collapsing, and hit directly towards the chest of the other masked man.

Under this terrifying force, the masked man's chest collapsed like broken tiles in an instant, and his sternum was completely broken, making a "cracking" sound. It was the fragile bones groaning in pain.

A large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth, drawing a shocking arc in the rain. The blood was washed by the rain in the air and gradually became thinner, but it still could not cover up its terrifying aura.

The whole person was knocked several feet away by this powerful force and hit the wall on the street heavily. A human-shaped dent was smashed into the wall, and bricks and stones fell down, as if in silence for this brutal battle.

However, these masked men had obviously undergone rigorous training and cooperated with each other very well, like precision-operated machines.

The fall of their companions did not deter them from retreating. Instead, like a ignited powder keg, they attacked Shi Feiyang with increasing frenzy. Their eyes gleamed with fanaticism and ferocity, their steps steady and swift, weaving freely through the wind and rain.

Shi Feiyang's deep eyes revealed determination and fearlessness, like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining brightly in the darkness.

He was agile, moving through the crowd like a fish in water, each movement sending a whirring sound through the wind. Each attack was accompanied by a shrill scream and the crackling sound of broken bones, the sound being particularly clear amidst the howling wind and rain.

He unleashed his Dragon Claw skills to their full potential, unleashing moves like "Dragon Neck Locking Throat" and "Dragon Tail Swinging" in rapid succession. His hands resembled two nimble and deadly dragons, gleaming with icy light in the rain, leaving a bloody mess wherever they went.

Rainwater, mixed with the enemy's blood, flowed across the ground, forming glaring streaks of blood. Just as Shi Feiyang was engaged in a fierce battle with numerous masked men, he suddenly felt an immensely powerful aura surge towards him like a surging wave. The aura was so heavy and oppressive that it solidified the air around him.

A masked man suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost. There was not a drop of rain on his body. He seemed to be completely isolated from the violent rain, as if he came from another world.

The black clothes he wore were smooth and sleek, without a single wrinkle. Neither time nor wind and rain could leave any mark on him.

Shi Feiyang immediately realized that this person's martial arts skills were so high and his internal strength was so profound that it was unfathomable.

The two men immediately engaged in a fierce confrontation. Shi Feiyang felt that the opponent's sword moves were extremely sharp, and each sword carried a deadly aura.

The opponent's sword was like a silver lightning, quickly shuttling through the rain. The sword wind cut through the air, making a sharp whistling and hissing sound, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

Shi Feiyang responded cautiously to the enemy's fierce sword moves.

His mind was like a high-speed machine, rapidly recalling the records in the Nine Yin Scriptures.

Suddenly, his heart was shaken, and he suddenly realized that the man's swordsmanship was the "Thirteen Deadly Swords" that was feared in the martial arts world.

This sword technique is strange and unpredictable. Every sword strikes directly at the vital point, taking the life in an instant. It is extremely difficult to deal with.

Every time he thrusts his sword, it carries with it a chilling chill that can instantly freeze a person's soul.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath and activated the seventh level of Mingyu Gong.

Instantly, the Qi around him surged like a raging tide, forming an incredibly powerful Qi vortex that tightly enveloped the masked man. The Qi vortex emitted a humming sound, like the low hum of a sleeping beast.

Although the masked man possessed powerful swordsmanship, his sword moves gradually slowed under the powerful obstruction of the Qi vortex. Every strike was tugged at by an invisible force. A trace of surprise and resentment crossed his face, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Rainwater trickled down his cheeks, blurring his vision.

Shi Feiyang keenly seized the opportunity and suddenly used the ultimate move of the Divine Dragon Claw, "Dragon Roaring in the Nine Heavens".

His hands, like a pair of gigantic, gleaming dragon claws, clutched at the masked man's shoulder blades with a devastating aura. The force seemed to move mountains and fill the seas, squeezing the surrounding air until it made a thumping sound.

The masked man was unable to dodge, feeling a sharp pain in his shoulder blade, as if being crushed by a towering mountain. His body instantly lost balance, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, the blade colliding with the ground and making a crisp echo.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the situation and lifted him up, his eyes wide open with anger, his eyes as big as copper bells, and shouted: "Tell me! Who sent you here?" His voice was as loud as thunder, and could be heard clearly in the wind and rain, with an unquestionable majesty.

The masked man was sweating profusely from the pain of Shi Feiyang gripping his shoulder blade. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, mixing with the rain. But he still gritted his teeth and refused to speak, a stubborn expression on his face.

Shi Feiyang suddenly increased the strength in his grip, and the masked man finally couldn't help but let out a shrill scream. The sound was sharp and piercing, cutting through the clamor of the wind and rain. Unable to bear the pain any longer, he confessed obediently: "Yes... Xie Zhichuan, the Young Master of the Divine Sword Villa, sent us here. I am the apprentice of Xie Luojia, the Grand Master of the World Martial Arts World, and Xie Zhichuan's seventh senior brother..."

A cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. The rage burning in his heart intensified. "It turned out to be him! I must settle this account with him!"

After saying that, he threw the masked man to the ground, splashing mud and water. The mud and water splashed on his body, but he was completely unaware.

Then, Shi Feiyang turned around again, like an angry lion, and plunged into a fierce battle with other masked men.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang's murderous intent was even stronger, and he exuded a chilling aura.

The violent wind was like millions of angry beasts, roaring wildly and turning the sky and the earth into a dark chaos.

The downpour was like a river bursting its banks, a raging torrent of water cascading down from the sky like countless sharp silver whips, lashing everything in the world. The large raindrops landed on the roof of the dilapidated inn with a muffled thud.

The sound was like the beating of a war drum, making people feel uneasy.

Outside the inn, the water rose rapidly, reaching knee-high in the blink of an eye. The murky water swirled like a group of demons with bared fangs and claws, frantically devouring everything around them. The water pounded against the walls of the inn, making a loud "boom" sound, as if it would instantly raze the inn to the ground.

At this moment, a dozen more dark figures emerged from the torrential rain like ghosts. Their figures were looming in the rain, and each step they took in the puddles made no sound. They exuded a cold and dangerous aura.

Their eyes were cold and empty, without any emotion, like killing machines.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang felt an endless surge of anger in his heart, and he suddenly felt the desire to kill.

He took another deep breath and brought the Mingyu Gong to its eighth level—"Supreme Forgetfulness"! In an instant, a tremendous force surged within him. The powerful internal force was like boiling magma, roaring and rushing through his meridians, as if it was about to burst through his body and vent.

His aura suddenly surged, like a supervolcano about to erupt, emitting a chilling sense of oppression, ready to unleash devastating power at any moment. At this moment, his eyes became extremely cold, like a sharp blade flashing in the cold night, revealing determination and ruthlessness.

To Shi Feiyang, the man in black in front of him was nothing more than an ant waiting to be slaughtered.

He still refused to draw his sword. Ever since Gong Simeng and Liu Tingting had teamed up to plot against him, he had no desire to do so. Gong Simmeng had previously told Shi Feiyang to always draw his sword whenever he encountered an enemy, to protect himself. But after discovering that Gong Simmeng was merely a spy sent by the Shenshui Palace to lurk by his side, Shi Feiyang felt that Gong Simmeng's concern for him was hypocritical.

He still displayed the magical skill of the Dragon Claw that was feared by the world. His figure was like a black lightning, instantly disappearing into the thick ink-like rain curtain, and started a thrilling battle with the masked man.

At this time, the wind was howling, as if countless wronged souls were wailing loudly. The raindrops were blown across the wind and hit the surrounding objects, making crackling sounds, which sounded a violent prelude to this fierce battle.

Shi Feiyang's eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle's, flashing with brilliance, and instantly locked onto the masked man closest to him.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a cold, contemptuous sneer. That smile held an undisguised ruthlessness, and in his eyes, the enemy was nothing. Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang's figure flashed, weaving through the dense crowd of masked men like a ghost, so fast that only a blurry afterimage could be seen.

He used the "Dragon Claw Throat Lock" move, and his right hand, like a black phantom, stretched out as fast as lightning, heading straight for the throat of a masked man.

The speed was so extreme that the surrounding air was instantly torn apart, emitting a sharp and piercing "hissing" sound, as if countless wronged souls were screaming in pain. Only then was there a crisp "crack" sound, the sound was crisp and terrifying, as if it came from the abyss of hell, carrying an endless chill.

The masked man's throat was crushed in an instant, and blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain, mixing wildly with the rain, forming shocking bloodstains, which looked particularly terrifying in the dim rain.

Shi Feiyang looked at the splattering blood, his eyes were cold and cruel without any fluctuation.

The masked man let out a shrill scream, and the sound was infinitely amplified in the storm, appearing particularly miserable and desperate. His body flew backwards uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily into the muddy water, splashing large amounts of turbid water.

Then, using the momentum of his previous move, Shi Feiyang abruptly pivoted and slammed his left foot into the ground with such force that it created a small dent, sending a large splash of water. He unleashed the "Dragon Swimming Across the Seas" move, his hands like nimble and ferocious dragons, darting through the rain and grabbing at the two masked men on either side.

Shi Feiyang's hands, like invisible yet resilient chains, instantly locked onto the two men's wrists. With two crisp "crackling" sounds, the wrist bones of the two men snapped. The two masked men howled in pain, their voices particularly harsh in the wind and rain.

A hint of impatience flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes. He swung the two men's bodies backwards like rags. The two men collided heavily with each other, blood spurting from their mouths, and they collapsed in the water, dying on the spot.

Shi Feiyang looked at the two people lying on the ground with cold eyes, and raindrops kept sliding down his cheeks.

But Shi Feiyang's eyes remained resolute, showing no sign of retreat. Instead, his fighting spirit burned even stronger, tinged with an increasingly fierce ruthlessness. He snorted again, a snort filled with disdain and anger, mocking the enemy's presumption, and with a ruthless intent that threatened a massacre. His figure once again flashed out like lightning, unleashing the "Dragon Fighting in the Wild" move.

Shi Feiyang charged into the enemy horde like a ferocious and brutal dragon, wielding his claws with immense force. His right claw pierced the abdomen of a masked man with a muffled "puff" sound as the tip of his claw pierced through his abdomen, sending fragments of internal organs and blood gushing out.

The masked man's eyes widened, his face filled with pain and terror. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. He could only open his mouth weakly, his body trembling. Shi Feiyang looked at the man's pain without any emotion, his eyes filled with indifference and cruelty.

He pulled out his five fingers mercilessly and kicked the man away. The masked man was like a cannonball, hitting the distant wall heavily, leaving a large pool of blood on the wall.

The powerful Mingyu Gong Qi emanating from Shi Feiyang's body formed a huge vortex, which ruthlessly circled the black-clothed men who were coming to kill him with swords. The men were spun so hard that they felt dizzy and couldn't tell the directions, and couldn't recognize their parents.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang flashed and unleashed the "Dragon Emerging from the Water" move. Like a dragon emerging from the water, filled with murderous intent, he leaped high, his hands forming claws as he clawed at the masked man's shoulder.

With a "crack", the masked man's shoulder bone was instantly shattered, and Shi Feiyang lifted him up.

"Ouch!" The masked man let out a shrill scream. Shi Feiyang swung him hard and slammed him to the ground, splashing a lot of mud and water. The masked man lay on the ground, his limbs twitched a few times, and then he became motionless.

Shi Feiyang looked down at the corpse on the ground, his eyes expressionless. He raised his foot and walked towards the next enemy, his steps firm and ruthless. His eyes glared again, and he unleashed the "Dragon Soaring Across the Sky" move. Like a black meteor, he shot up into the sky, spun in the air, and his claws, like two gleaming, extremely sharp blades, grabbed at the two masked men below.

With two "puff" sounds, his claws deeply penetrated the backs of the two masked men, and blood instantly dyed their clothes red.

Shi Feiyang pulled hard, tearing two large gashes on the backs of the two masked men. They fell to the ground screaming and struggling painfully in the mud. Shi Feiyang looked at the enemies struggling on the ground, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he raised his foot and stomped hard on their heads.

With a few "cracks", the heads of the two masked men were crushed, ending their sinful lives.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Feiyang had slaughtered dozens of men in black.

The sound of breaking bones continued to ring out, and blood mixed with rainwater, gathering on the ground to form winding rivers of blood.

Shi Feiyang stood in the river of blood, his figure looking exceptionally tall and stern. His body was covered in the blood of his enemies. The rain kept washing away the blood, but it couldn't wash away the ruthless aura on his body.

Seeing this, the remaining masked men showed extraordinary ruthlessness and courage. Not only did they not intend to retreat, but Shi Feiyang's terrifying strength completely aroused the hidden murderous nature in their hearts.

They raised their heads and let out wild-beast roars, their voices rough and sharp, like the desperate roars of injured and trapped animals.

The roar echoed wildly in the storm, carrying with it endless madness and unwillingness, as if to break through this depressing rainy night.

There was a fanatical, almost paranoid light in their eyes, and that light revealed a determination. They wanted to use their so-called madness and fearlessness to drag Shi Feiyang into an irretrievable situation.

In a flash, they acted quickly, coordinated with each other tacitly, and held their swords together to form a deadly thirteen sword formation.

I saw them moving nimbly, their footsteps intertwined, sword shadows flashing, and cold light radiating everywhere.

Each sword exuded a cold aura under the impact of the rain. The raindrops on the sword body were shaken off by the sword energy and splashed around.

In the sword formation, the swords echoed with each other, making a low "buzzing" sound, as if the demons from hell were chanting songs of death.

The sword formation was so majestic that it was like an impenetrable net of death, covering Shi Feiyang. The air was filled with a suffocating tension that made people feel chilled.

Facing the menacing Thirteen Swords Formation, Shi Feiyang's eyes revealed endless cruelty. He snorted coldly, and with a hint of chill, he performed a move called "The Head of the Divine Dragon". His body was as fast as lightning, and he approached the sword formation in an instant.

His hands transformed into two black afterimages, grabbing at the two men in black at the edge of the sword formation, so fast that no one could react. "Crack!" Two crisp sounds sounded, like thunder exploding on a rainy night.

The wrists of the two men in black were instantly crushed by Shi Feiyang, and the swords in their hands fell with a clang and sank into the mud.

Without waiting for the other men in black to react, Shi Feiyang turned around and performed a "finishing touch" move.

His right hand was like a black lightning, going straight for the throat of a man in black.

The man in black opened his eyes wide in horror and tried to dodge, but found that his body seemed to be frozen.

Shi Feiyang's fingertips accurately poked his throat. With a low "puff" sound, the black-clothed man's throat was instantly pierced, and blood gushed out like a fountain, mixing with the rain water and falling to the ground.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the flaw in the sword formation and performed a move called "Dragon Flying and Phoenix Dancing".

His hands flew up and down, like two nimble and ferocious dragons dancing freely in the sword formation.

Each swing brought a gust of wind, which carried rain and slashed through the surrounding air like sharp blades, making a hissing sound. Wherever his claws touched, the swords in the hands of the men in black were broken, and the sound of the blades breaking was endless.

At the same time, his claws grabbed the bodies of the men in black. With a few muffled "puff" sounds, blood marks appeared on the bodies of the men in black, and the blood instantly dyed their clothes red.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Flying Dragon Riding the Clouds" move. He leaped high into the air, drawing a black arc in the air, like a giant dragon soaring through the sky, swooping down towards the center of the sword formation with devastating force.

The moment he landed, he slammed his palms hard, and the powerful palm force blew away the surrounding men in black.

With a few "bangs", the man in black fell heavily into the muddy water like a kite with a broken string, splashing large amounts of turbid water.

The swords in the hands of the black-clothed men who were blown away also broke in mid-air, making crisp crackling sounds, and then scattered to the ground, flashing cold light under the rain.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Feiyang used his powerful Dragon Claw skill to crush these men in black, along with their swords, one by one.

In front of him, the Thirteen Deadly Swords Formation seemed powerful, but it was as fragile as paper.

(End of this chapter)