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

Chapter 120: Peak Showdown: Shi Feiyang vs. Martial Arts Leader Xie Luojia
While Shi Feiyang was engaged in a desperate battle with the seven masked men, Lin Wanqing stood tall and straight, like a tough green bamboo, tightly protecting Gong Simeng.

Although she is a love rival of Gong Simeng, as the former young master of Changsheng Castle and now the elder who teaches martial arts in Xiongying Society and the head of Jishidi Hall, Lin Wanqing exudes an extraordinary aura.

For Lin Wanqing, protecting the people around her is not only a responsibility, but also a chivalrous duty engraved in her bones.

Seeing the fierce battle, Lin Wanqing couldn't help but frown, her eyes showing vigilance and determination. In this chaotic "slaughterhouse" in the wind and rain, she always paid attention to the movements around her, like a guard guarding a treasure, and would never allow any danger to get close to Gong Simeng.

While Lin Wanqing stayed by Gong Simeng's side, her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as she shuttled back and forth in the chaotic battlefield, keeping a close eye on the masked men who were as ferocious as wolves.

Suddenly, Lin Wanqing's eyes narrowed, as if she had spotted a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, and she stared intently at one of them. A fierce wind howled, as if to sweep everything in the world into an endless abyss, while the pouring rain blurred people's vision.

But Lin Wanqing would never mistake that familiar look.

Instantly, Lin Wanqing's eyes lit up with rage, a rage that seemed to ignite the entire storm. She shouted, "Xie Zhichuan, you despicable villain! You've ambushed us so many times! You're so despicable! Today, I'm going to kill you. Humph!"

The voice was filled with endless anger, and it came out in the wind and rain, penetrating the bad weather and filling the air with thick hatred, like an invisible sharp blade, piercing Xie Zhichuan's heart.

Then, Lin Wanqing drew her sword, and the sword flashed with cold light, just like a lightning that cuts through the darkness, forming a sharp contrast with the violent wind and rain, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to people.

She tapped the ground with her feet, her body as light as a swallow, and she displayed the Changsheng Sword Technique. She rose into the air like a black phantom, killing Xie Zhichuan.

Her swordsmanship was agile and graceful, and each sword move carried a resolute momentum. The rain was split apart by her sword moves, forming crystal water splashes, which were as dazzling as pearls under the reflection of lightning.

As the sword danced, gusts of wind were created, expressing her anger towards Xie Zhichuan.

When Xie Zhichuan heard Lin Wanqing's angry rebuke, his body shook slightly, as if he was struck by a thunderbolt.

He never thought that he would be discovered. The face hidden under the mask was now full of ferocity. He had turned his love into hatred and pursued Lin Wanqing but failed, so he repeatedly tried to assassinate Shi Feiyang, Lin Wanqing and Gong Simeng.

Now that his evil plan had been exposed, Xie Zhichuan was furious and angry, like an enraged beast. He shook the sword in his hand violently and unleashed the Thirteen Deadly Swords, rushing towards Lin Wanqing fiercely, intending to kill her and silence her.

His sword moves were ruthless, accompanied by a whistling sound like the howling of ghosts and wolves. Each sword move was aimed directly at Lin Wanqing's vitals, wanting to take her life in an instant. The cold light flashing on the tip of the sword seemed like a death call from hell.

The two men crossed in the air, their swords collided, making a crisp "ding ding" sound, sparks flying, and the sparks flickered in the wind and rain, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, short-lived but dazzling.

Lin Wanqing's Changsheng Sword Technique emphasizes using softness to overcome hardness. Her sword moves are continuous like flowing clouds and running water, just like a mountain spring, agile and rhythmic; while Xie Zhichuan's Thirteen Deadly Swords are sharp and swift, each sword is fatal, like a violent storm, coming with great momentum.

The rain hit their bodies, mixed with sweat and blood, dripping down the corners of their clothes and gathering into dark red puddles on the muddy ground, becoming the blood and tear marks left by this brutal battle.

Lin Wanqing moved sideways as nimbly as a civet cat, avoiding Xie Zhichuan's "sword to the throat" attack, and stabbed him in the chest with a sword in her backhand.

Xie Zhichuan quickly raised his sword to block. With a clang, the sound of metal collision was particularly loud in the wind and rain, as if it was a wake-up call from fate, announcing that this decisive battle of love, hatred and vengeance was quickly entering a stalemate.

In this fierce confrontation, Lin Wanqing's heart was filled with anger and unwillingness. She hated Xie Zhichuan's meanness and hated him for framing her again and again. The hatred was like a raging fire, burning more and more fiercely in her heart.

Xie Zhichuan was blinded by hatred and fell into the abyss of madness. He would destroy what he couldn't get and not let others get it. There was madness and determination flashing in his eyes. He had lost his mind and only knew how to attack.

At this moment, Xie Zhichuan was crazy about love, like a mad beast, and only wanted to kill Lin Wanqing to relieve the hatred in his heart.

The figures of the two men kept flashing in the wind and rain, and the air around them seemed to be cut by their sword energy, making a "hissing" sound, which made people dare not approach.

This fierce battle is not only a contest of martial arts, but also an outburst of love, hatred and resentment. Every move and every style contains endless emotions. It is the interweaving of love and hate, and the collision of justice and evil. All the contradictions in the world are concentrated on the tips of the swords of Xie Zhichuan and Lin Wanqing.

While Shi Feiyang was fighting fiercely with the seven masked men, he would occasionally keep an eye on the battle situation of the Xiongying Society and silently cheer them on in his heart.

Nearby, figures fighting with other masked men were looming in the wind and rain. The sounds of shouting and weapons clashing were intertwined, echoing in the storm. Every sound tugged at his heart, like a heavy hammer hitting his soul.

He knew very well that his brothers were in a tough battle and he had to break through the current predicament as soon as possible and go to support them.

Thinking of this, a trace of determination flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, like a meteor streaking across the cold night. He let out a roar, and the roar pierced through the wind and rain, shaking the surrounding air slightly and creating a crack in this oppressive heaven and earth.

The knife and claws in his hands became more and more fierce. Every move was carried with the momentum of killing. He attacked the enemy fiercely. The mud and water splashed everywhere with his movements, becoming a concrete expression of his anger and determination.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang unleashed his ultimate move, "Heaven and Earth Live Together," from the Hundred Victories Sword Technique. This move was so powerful that it seemed to submerge the heavens and earth within its grasp. The blade shone like a blazing sun, carrying a devastating aura that instantly shattered the Thirteen Deadly Sword Formation.

Accompanied by screams and the "clang" sound of weapons falling to the ground, the people in the Thirteen Deadly Swords Formation fell down one after another.

Shi Feiyang flew over to help Lin Wanqing again and shouted, "Wanqing, step back. I'll kill this thief."

His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in the wind and rain, carrying a reassuring power.

When Lin Wanqing heard this, she felt warm in her heart and relieved. As she retreated, she shouted, "Brother Shi, be careful. This evil villain is insidious and cunning!" Her voice was full of worry for Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang wielded the knife quickly, and the movement of the knife created a whistling sound in the wind, stirring up a small storm.

He stretched out his left hand, and used the deadly magic of the Dragon Claw. With one ruthless move, he had already grasped Xie Zhichuan's neck.

Just as Shi Feiyang was about to crush Xie Zhichuan, he shouted, "Stop! Please, Master Shi, show mercy!" Someone flew in from the sky, roaring like thunder, deafening. The leader, a man in his fifties, wielding a long sword, looked imposing and exuded the authority of someone who had held a high position for a long time.

Xie Zhichuan was surprised and delighted, and said in a trembling voice, "Dad, save me, quickly kill the evil thief Shi Feiyang."

It turned out that Xie Luojia, the chief leader of the martial arts world and owner of the Divine Sword Villa, had arrived.

Following closely behind Xie Luojia were the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Zhong Renwang, and the four elders of the Beggars' Sect, Ding Hong, Wu Chengguang, Guo Mao, and Li Mancang, as well as the leader of the Cloud-Stepping Sword, Zhao Xianming, and his disciples.

Their arrival instantly made the atmosphere more tense, and the air was filled with a sense of tension.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were like torches as he scanned the brothers around him. He shouted, "Brothers, step back and protect Elder Lin and Simeng. I will deal with these evil thieves alone."

His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the wind and rain, revealing a heroic spirit of "no one else but me", full of fearless courage and responsibility.

Xie Luojia originally came with the intention of mediating the fight. As the leader of the martial arts world, he should have shown his grace.

However, Xie Luojia couldn't help but feel a surge of nameless anger when he heard Shi Feiyang's arrogant words. A hint of displeasure flashed across his face as he said, "Then I would like to ask Chief Shi, who is famous in the Liaodong and Shandong martial arts circles, to teach me a few moves."

There was a hint of provocation in his tone. As the leader of the martial arts world, Xie Luojia was respected by everyone. It was hard for him to swallow the contempt of Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang looked at Xie Luojia coldly, his eyes filled with disdain, and said, "You, the Divine Sword Villa, have repeatedly framed me and attempted assassinations against me. You are unworthy of my teachings. Humph!"

After saying that, he suddenly let go of Xie Zhichuan's neck and kicked Xie Zhichuan over, showing his generous and decisive character.

Seeing this, Xie Luojia was immediately furious, veins popped on his face, and his eyes widened as if he was about to spit fire.

He gripped the sword tightly, pointing the tip directly at Shi Feiyang, and shouted angrily: "Shi Feiyang, today I will make you pay the price for your arrogance!"

After saying that, his figure flashed, like a black lightning, and stabbed towards Shi Feiyang. The sword was sharp and carried a momentum of certain death.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his voice was low and intimidating, like the cry of a night owl.

Without hesitation, he used the Hundred Victories Sword Technique and the Divine Dragon Claw Technique to fight against Xie Luojia.

However, Xie Luojia's Thirteen Deadly Swords were far superior to Xie Zhichuan's. He had profound internal strength, divine swordsmanship, and lightning-fast attacks. Each of his swords carried a tremendous force, making it impossible to defend against them.

Shi Feiyang flashed as fast as a ghost and performed a move from the Baisheng Sword Technique called "Sword Breaking the Sky".

He gripped the long sword tightly in both hands and raised it high. The blade flashed with cold light, as if it had absorbed all the light between heaven and earth.

Then, Shi Feiyang exerted force suddenly, and the Burmese knife chopped towards Xie Luojia with a force of a thousand pounds. The wind from the knife whistled, as if to split the sky and the earth apart, making a "whoosh" sound. The surrounding air was buzzing due to the powerful wind from the knife.

Xie Luojia's expression became stern, a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and he quickly used the "Fleeting Light" from the Thirteen Deadly Swords.

His figure was like lightning, moving quickly in the rain, leaving a trail of afterimages. The sword shadows flickered like stars. He cleverly avoided Shi Feiyang's attack and took the opportunity to stab Shi Feiyang's waist and abdomen. The tip of the sword flashed with cold light, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, which made people tremble with fear.

Shi Feiyang reacted extremely quickly, activating the magical power of the Dragon Claw with his left hand. With a move called "Dragon Claw to Capture the Sky", his five fingers were like hooks, grabbing Xie Luojia's wrist with a powerful suction force.

Xie Luojia quickly changed his tactics, swung his sword horizontally, and blocked Shi Feiyang's claws. With a loud "clang" sound, sparks flew from the collision of metals, which was particularly dazzling in the wind and rain. The sparks illuminated the cold faces of the two men and made the surrounding air vibrate.

The onlookers were stunned by the fierce battle.

Zhong Renwang, leader of the Beggars' Sect, frowned and said worriedly to the four elders beside him, "These two are both top-tier masters. I wonder how big a commotion this fight will cause. We must be prepared to deal with it."

There was a hint of worry in his voice. As the leader of a gang, he knew that this fierce battle would have far-reaching consequences. If he was not careful, the entire martial arts world might fall into chaos.

Ding Hong nodded solemnly, "The leader is absolutely right. This battle will probably change the landscape of the martial arts world."

His eyes were fixed on the battlefield, revealing a hint of worry, knowing that the outcome of this fierce battle would determine the fate of many sects.

Zhao Xianming, the head of the Cloud-Stepping Sword sect, looked at the battlefield and muttered to himself, "Shi Feiyang is indeed worthy of his reputation, but Alliance Leader Xie's Thirteen Deadly Swords should not be underestimated. The outcome is truly unpredictable."

There was a hint of surprise on his face. He was amazed at Shi Feiyang's strength, and at the same time he was curious about the outcome of this fierce battle.

The fierce battle between Shi Feiyang and Xie Luojia continued, their figures appearing and disappearing in the wind and rain, each attack and defense thrilling. This fight was not only a contest of martial arts, but also a contest of dignity and justice.

No one knows who will be the final winner.

The fierce battle between Shi Feiyang and Xie Luojia entered a white-hot stalemate without any warning.

The strong wind was like an ancient ferocious beast that had broken free from its thousand-year seal, raging wildly between heaven and earth. The whistling sound it made was deafening. The sound was like ten thousand sharp arrows tearing through the sky, and like countless war drums being violently beaten, as if to completely disrupt and subvert the order of the world's martial arts.

The rain was pouring down. The big raindrops seemed like iron arrows driven by the god of war, hitting the ground with a "crackling" sound, splashing layers of water. Each drop of water was wrapped in tremendous power, as if cheering for this thrilling peak showdown, and as if eagerly urging the two sides of the battle to decide the winner as soon as possible.

The figures of the two men were like two black lightnings, appearing and disappearing in the chaos of wind and rain. Every confrontation made the surrounding air seem to be hit by a giant's hammer, shaking out circles of ripples visible to the naked eye and emitting a dull "buzzing" sound. Even the ground could not help but tremble slightly, as if fearing the cruelty of this fierce battle.

The sounds of wind, rain, and weapons clashing intertwined together to form a terrifying symphony filled with a murderous aura that made everyone present's scalp tingle.

Xie Luojia seized the opportunity when Shi Feiyang changed his moves and suddenly let out a deafening roar. The roar seemed to be able to break through the nine heavens, shaking the rolling dark clouds in the sky, as if they were afraid of this powerful momentum.

His face was ferocious, his eyes were wide open, and the muscles on his face were twitching slightly with anger. He thought viciously in his heart that today he would let Shi Feiyang know how powerful he is. As the leader of the martial arts world, how could he allow himself to be provoked like this!
Then, he used the ultimate killer move "Killing Gods and Destroying Buddhas" from the Thirteen Deadly Swords.

In an instant, his figure soared like an eagle spreading its wings, his sleeves rustling fiercely in the wind, like an unyielding battle flag dancing vigorously in the wind. The long sword in his hand was wrapped in a surging sword energy, like a silver thread, wrapped in a tremendous force, and stabbed swiftly towards Shi Feiyang's throat.

The sword energy was like a materialized sharp blade, cutting through the surrounding air and making a hissing sound. In this place with wind, rain, lightning and thunder, it added a bit of terrifying murderous atmosphere. Even the air was trembling with fear from the sharp sword energy. Every breath became difficult, as if the throat was being strangled by an invisible hand.

At this moment, in addition to the sound of wind and rain, there was also the sharp whistling of Xie Luojia's sword cutting through the air. The sound was as sharp as the cry of a night owl, which was creepy. His eyes flashed with a fierce light, as if he wanted to devour Shi Feiyang alive.

When Shi Feiyang saw this, his eyes suddenly became cold and icy. There was no expression on his stern face, as if he was an iceberg that had not melted for a thousand years.

He knew the deadly power of this move. He quickly calculated in his mind: he must not be forced into a desperate situation by this move. He must find a flaw and counterattack! Not daring to slack off, he quickly activated the Mingyu Gong to the eighth level - Supreme Forgetfulness!
Instantly, the white mist of Qi surrounding Shi Feiyang surged like a surging tide, growing ever denser. It formed an impenetrable barrier, tightly enveloping him like a loyal guard sworn to defend his master. Simultaneously, Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Turning Rivers and Seas" technique from the Hundred Victories Sword Technique. His Burmese sword wielded with impenetrable force, its gleaming blade like a black dragon tumbling through the wind and rain. Each swing evoked a whirring sound, like a dragon roaring in anger.

His eyes were focused and firm, staring closely at She Luojia's every move. It seemed as if he could see through the other person's mind and catch any flaw, just like a sharp cheetah staring at its prey.

Along with Shi Feiyang's sword moves, the sound of the wind was also accompanied by the "whoosh" sound of the sword cutting through the air. The sound seemed to split the wind and rain, causing the surrounding air to stagnate.

He pursed his lips tightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident sneer, announcing to Xie Luojia that the outcome of this fierce battle was already determined.

Shi Feiyang knew very well that this fierce battle was not only related to his own dignity, but also to the safety of many brothers. He must go all out to defeat the powerful enemy before him.

"Dang!" With a loud bang, the sound of metal collision was deafening, as if it would break people's eardrums, and it could be heard from far away in the violent wind and rain.

The sound was like a thunderclap, instantly startling the birds in the distant mountains and forests. They flapped their wings and flew away in panic, as if trying desperately to escape the terrifying atmosphere brought about by this terrible battle.

The loud noise was intertwined with the howling of the wind and the crackling of the rain. For a moment, the sky and the earth were instantly filled with this noisy and shocking sound, which made people's heart beat faster involuntarily, and their hearts were about to jump out of their throats.

Xie Luojia's sword stabbed fiercely into Shi Feiyang's knife.

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere, and the strong impact force was like a surging wave, instantly spreading through the arms of the two men, making their arms slightly numb, as if they were hit by a strong electric current, and the muscles in their arms twitched uncontrollably.

Shi Feiyang was originally meticulous and good at seizing opportunities. At this moment, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, like a cunning fox that discovered the flaw of its prey in the dark night. He thought that this impact force might become the key turning point to reverse the situation of the battle.

However, Xie Luojia's face was full of resentment. As the leader of the martial arts world, he was usually high and mighty, and had never suffered such a setback.

At this moment, Xie Luojia's brows were tightly knitted together, and his eyes seemed to be spewing fire. He simply could not accept that his extremely sharp sword was easily blocked by Shi Feiyang. A rage was burning in his heart, almost making him lose his mind.

With the help of the impact, Shi Feiyang's body flew backwards uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string and being tossed around by the strong wind.

However, Shi Feiyang displayed amazing flexibility in this dangerous air.

His eyes were determined and his body was agile. He turned around without hesitation, just like an extremely agile swallow, dancing in the gloomy sky where wind and rain were intertwined.

The movement was done in one smooth motion, with an innate boldness and determination, and then it landed steadily on the ground, splashing a pool of muddy water. Mud splattered in all directions, splashing onto Shi Feiyang's face, but instead of ruining his image, it added a bit of coldness and dominance.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang was like a god of war who had emerged from the smoke of war, bathed in blood, with unquestionable determination in his eyes.

He was calm and composed, his movements as graceful as a nobleman, as he gently wiped the mud off his face with his hands. Every movement revealed a sense of leisure, as if the battle before him was just an insignificant game.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of disdain. That look seemed substantial, like a king looking down at his ant-like opponent, mocking Xie Luojia's incompetence. He was able to completely crush the opponent's self-esteem, showing the pride and confidence in Shi Feiyang's bones.

"Hmph, is this all you can do?" Shi Feiyang snorted coldly. The voice seemed to come from the deepest part of the Nine Netherworld Hell, carrying with it endless disdain and arrogance, and could be clearly heard amid the howling of wind and rain.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, with a self-confident sneer in his eyes, full of confidence and contempt. That expression seemed to declare to She Luojia that victory in this fierce battle was already in his pocket and was under his control, just like an experienced shepherd controlling every move of the flock.

Shi Feiyang raised his chin slightly, with an expression of superiority and unquestionability on his face. His voice was heard in the wind and rain, with an aura of pride that was so powerful that it was irresistible, announcing to the world his unwavering determination to win.

The rain slid down Shi Feiyang's cheeks, dripping onto the ground drop by drop, mixing with the mud and water, just like his determination, unwavering, like a pine tree rooted in the rocks of the cliffs, no matter how strong the wind and rain attack, it cannot be shaken in the slightest.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang's cold snort seemed particularly abrupt in the noise of wind and rain. It was a ruthless mockery of the enemy, like a sharp arrow, shooting straight into Xie Luojia's heart. This cold snort showed his fearless character and his courage to challenge authority.

When Xie Luojia heard this, his face turned ashen in an instant, just like the dark and extremely oppressive sky before a storm, with dark clouds covering it, and a catastrophic disaster could come at any time.

The veins on his forehead bulged, wriggling like angry earthworms, revealing the extreme anger in his heart.

His chest heaved violently, his breathing became rapid and heavy, and every breath seemed as if he was struggling to squeeze out air from between his teeth. He could not bear Shi Feiyang's humiliation. As the leader of the martial arts world, he was usually high and mighty, so when had he ever been treated like this!

Xie Luojia's eyes were filled with hatred, and they were like a raging fire, as if he wanted to cut Shi Feiyang into pieces. The burning anger seemed to be able to ignite the heaven and earth and turn everything into ashes.

Xie Luojia's face was terribly gloomy, and the sword in his hand shook violently, making a buzzing sound. The sound was like a roar from the abyss, venting the endless anger deep in his heart, and it seemed like he was issuing a final, desperate challenge to Shi Feiyang.

Then, Xie Luojia attacked Shi Feiyang again. This time, he unleashed the ultimate killing move of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, "Killing Gods and Destroying Buddhas."

In an instant, Xie Luojia's aura seemed to break through the sky, like a blazing flame, and suddenly climbed to the peak. In an instant, it merged with the vast world. Every gesture he made was filled with the majesty and power of heaven and earth. He seemed to have become the master of heaven and earth, controlling the life and death of all things in the world.

He was certain that this move would make Shi Feiyang surrender. The veins on his forehead bulged out from the force and anger, like twisted little snakes. The muscles on his face were tense, and his eyes revealed an almost crazy obsession.

His sword moves were extremely sharp, and each sword move carried a tremendous force, as if it could split mountains and crack rocks, stabbing fiercely towards Shi Feiyang's vital points.

Before the sword stabbed, the sharp sword energy had already left deep marks on the ground, splashing mud and water. The scene was very spectacular. The earth was ruthlessly torn apart by the sword energy, and it let out painful groans, and the sound seemed like countless wronged souls wailing.

Xie Luojia's sword moves caused the wind to make a "humming" sound, as if it was the humming of death in the darkness, or as if it was a curse from the abyss of hell, which made people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts, as if their souls were about to be frozen.

Shi Feiyang felt the powerful pressure contained in Xie Luojia's move. The pressure was like a towering, unshakable mountain pressing down on him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. His chest seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand.

But he had no intention of retreating. He took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell violently like surging waves, pushing the Mingyu Gong to its extreme.

In an instant, the white mist and true energy around Shi Feiyang became thicker and thicker, like a ball of white flame that was burning fiercely but emitting bursts of chill. The chill seemed like the endless frost in the cold night, which could freeze everything in the world.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were as firm as iron as he stared at Xie Luojia's sword moves. His brain was like the most sophisticated instrument, working rapidly in a flash, not missing any tiny flaw, as if he was an experienced and sharp-eyed hunter looking for the most fatal weakness of his prey.

He silently encouraged himself in his heart, repeating over and over again that he must not be defeated by this move and must defend his justice and dignity.

Sweat continued to pour from his forehead, mixing with the rain and sliding down his cheeks, a testament to the tension and determination he felt within. Just as Xie Luojia's sword was about to pierce Shi Feiyang, Shi Feiyang's eyes narrowed, twinkling like a cold star in the night, and a look of determination flashed across his face.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang flashed and displayed the wonderful lightness skill of "hiding one's body and name". He was like a black phantom, so fast that it was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.

Shi Feiyang dodged the fierce attack in an instant, leaving only a faint afterimage on the spot, which made everyone around him gasp. In an instant, everyone was shocked by the astonishing speed.

When Shi Feiyang dodged, he brought up a gust of rapid wind, like a meteor across the night sky, the wind was whistling, and the sound was sharp and rapid, making people's heart beat faster suddenly, and their hearts were about to jump out of their throats. The sound of the wind was proof of his speed and the prelude to his victory, showing his qualities of being calm and quick-witted in the face of danger.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang performed the "Nine Changes of Dragon Shadow" from the Divine Dragon Claw technique. In an instant, his left hand seemed to be endowed with the power of nine divine dragons, and instantly transformed into nine black afterimages, grabbing swiftly towards Xie Luojia's chest.

There was a hint of ruthlessness in Shi Feiyang's eyes, just like a hungry wolf staring at its prey. His face carried an expression of determination not to give up until he achieved his goal. He thought to himself that this move would definitely let Xie Luojia taste his power and end this endless dispute.

The claw shadow brought with it a whistling sound, as if it was going to tear the air apart, like a pair of extremely sharp scissors cutting through the air barrier, making a hissing sound.

Xie Luojia was horrified, his face full of terror, his eyes widened like two copper bells about to pop out of his sockets, his lips trembled slightly, and fear instantly gripped his throat.

Xie Luojia quickly raised his sword to block. "Ding ding dang dang", a series of dense metal collision sounds rang out, which was particularly harsh in the wind and rain, as if countless thunders were exploding in the ears, making the ears of the people around him hurt, as if countless heavy hammers were madly hitting people's eardrums.

The sound of metal clashing and the sound of wind and rain intertwined, pushing the tense atmosphere to a climax. Everyone held their breath, staring at Shi Feiyang and Xie Luojia, afraid of missing any exciting moments in this peak showdown.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were as sharp as torches, and he keenly spotted the gap in Xie Luojia's defense. His eyes instantly became as sharp as a hawk locking onto its prey. A hint of fierceness flashed across his eyes for a moment, just like a beast in the dark night ready to pounce and kill, and he had already regarded Xie Luojia in front of him as a prey.

His face was tense, his lines were as cold as if carved by a knife, and his expression became extremely grim, as if covered by a layer of thousand-year-old frost. His whole body exuded a chilling and cold aura, like a frozen snow mountain, which made people afraid to look at it.

In that split second, Shi Feiyang unleashed a sudden burst of force, unleashing the "Sword Breaking the Sky" technique from the Hundred Victories Sword Technique. He raised his longsword high in both hands, as if imbued with the power of an ancient demon god. Its blade gleamed with a cold, eerie light, like a bolt of black lightning about to streak through the night sky. As he slashed down with all his might, the longsword was accompanied by a whirring sound, a shrill creaking sound like ghosts howling, as if countless wronged souls were wailing for the battle, adding a chilling aura of terror to the fatal blow.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang had only one unshakable belief in his mind, which was to completely defeat this evil scum of the martial arts world and eliminate this cancer for the martial arts world.

The blade flashed, as if it could really split the sky in half. It carried with it the majestic momentum of the creation of the world, causing the surrounding air to tremble and emit a low "buzzing" sound. Even the heaven and earth were resonating with this sharp blade.

Seeing this, Xie Luojia was shocked, but his years of experience as a martial arts leader allowed him to remain calm on the surface. He knew the power of Shi Feiyang's sword, but he was not afraid.

As the leader of the martial arts world, he has profound martial arts skills and rich experience. The Thirteen Deadly Swords he learned are well-known in the martial arts world. Each sword contains exquisite sword principles and powerful internal strength.

At that moment, Xie Luojia rapidly circulated his internal Qi, and the Qi in his Dantian surged like surging waves, continuously pouring his powerful internal force into the sword. For a moment, a faint layer of light blue sword energy surrounded the sword. This sword energy was like a lively spirit, a concrete manifestation of his profound internal strength, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

Just as Shi Feiyang's blade was about to fall, Xie Luojia unleashed "Returning Wind and Seizing the Moon," one of his Thirteen Deadly Swords. His wrist flicked rapidly, his movements flowing like water, and in an instant, he transformed into several sword shadows. These crisscrossed each other like a brilliant sword flower blooming in the wind and rain, charging towards Shi Feiyang's blade with fierce momentum.

Wherever the sword shadow passed, the air was cut with a hissing sound, and the person groaned in pain, showing the sharpness and dominance of this move, and displaying his extraordinary strength as the leader of the martial arts world.

"Crack!" A crisp sound, as if the branches of a thousand-year-old tree were breaking, seemed particularly abrupt in this dead and depressing atmosphere.

Unexpectedly, the sword in Xie Luojia's hand was vulnerable to the blow and was cut into two pieces by Shi Feiyang's knife. The broken sword fragments flew out like meteors in the wind and rain, flashing with cold light, as if silently telling the cruelty and brutality of this fierce battle.

Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity, seizing it. His right hand lashed out, carrying the bone-chilling chill of the Mingyu Gong, like a thousand-year-old iceberg, as it swiftly struck Xie Luojia's chest. A cheerful smile, a smile tinged with triumph, his eyes gleaming brightly, his heart filled with a sense of relief. Finally, this evil villain would receive his due punishment.

This palm contained endless power and murderous intent, causing the surrounding air to freeze instantly.

The crisp sound of the sword breaking was particularly abrupt in the wind and rain, followed by the whistling sound of Shi Feiyang's palm wind. The sound of the wind was sharp and terrifying, like an extremely sharp blade cutting through the air, making people's scalps numb, as if it wanted to tear people's souls apart, making people truly feel the powerful force of this palm.

Xie Luojia was unable to dodge and was struck hard in the chest by Shi Feiyang's palm. The internal energy he practiced was known for its masculine nature, but Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong's cold energy was too overbearing, like a raging flood breaking through a dam, instantly breaking through his internal energy defenses.

He only felt a bone-chilling chill instantly invading his body, the chill seemed to freeze his blood into ice, and every cell in his body was trembling under the invasion of this chill, like a fallen leaf shivering in the strong wind in the cold winter, fragile and helpless.

Bang! Xie Luojia's body flew backwards involuntarily, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. Against the backdrop of the storm, the blood was like a blood flower blooming in the darkness, appearing particularly shocking. It drew a glaring arc in the air and was then quickly washed away by the rain. The trajectory of his fate was completely changed by this blow.

When Xie Luojia flew backwards, he was accompanied by a whistling wind and his painful groan. The groan seemed particularly desolate in the wind and rain, like a wail coming from the abyss of hell, which made people feel pity.

At this moment, Xie Luojia's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of despair. He never thought that as the leader of the martial arts world, he would be defeated so miserably. Tears and rain mixed together, blurring his eyes.

Xie Luojia's eyes were filled with confusion and unwillingness, questioning why fate had played such a trick on him.

"Puff!" Xie Luojia fell heavily to the ground, splashing muddy water. Like the claws of a demon, the water instantly enveloped his shattered body. He rolled several times in the muddy water before coming to rest, his body drenched in mud and water, looking utterly disheveled. The majesty of his former position as the leader of the martial arts world was completely gone. His face was filled with shock and resentment, his eyes hollow and lifeless, his lips slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

He never thought that as the leader of the martial arts world, he would be defeated by Shi Feiyang.

The broken sword in Xie Luojia's hand also fell to the side. The sword was covered with mud and water, silently telling the cruelty and tragedy of the fierce battle, and witnessing his failure. The broken sword was like a defeated soldier, silently enduring the pain of failure, appearing particularly lonely in the wind and rain, grieving for its master.

At this moment, the only sounds between heaven and earth were the sounds of wind and rain and Xie Luojia's heavy breathing. The breathing was heavy and rapid, announcing his powerlessness and despair. Every breath seemed like a struggle to grasp the last ray of hope, making people feel the fragility and helplessness of his life.

Shi Feiyang slowly walked in front of Xie Luojia. His eyes were as cold as ice, as if they could freeze people to death instantly. There was no expression on his face, as if he was an emotionless statue made of ice.

Looking at Xie Luojia lying on the ground, Shi Feiyang said coldly: "This is the end of your evil deeds in Shenjian Villa. Today, I will eliminate this evil from the martial arts world." His voice was low and firm, echoing in the wind and rain.

He had no mercy in his heart, he only felt that this was the pursuit of justice. His eyes revealed firmness and determination, and he was also declaring to the entire martial arts world that justice may be late, but it will never be absent.

After saying that, he activated the Mingyu Gong, sending the chill straight through Xie Luojia's acupuncture points all over his body.

As he injected his inner strength, the air seemed to be filled with a colder breath. In an instant, even the surrounding wind and rain stopped, witnessing this just judgment.

(End of this chapter)