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

Chapter 130: Shi Feiyang's clever plan to defend Hengshan from the enemy, Liu Tingting's clever calculation to gain favor

Shi Feiyang stood tall in the wind and rain. The howling wind and heavy rain could not shake him at all.

He is like a towering mountain, awe-inspiring.

He bent his legs slightly, his body lowered, like a cheetah lurking in the darkness, poised for action. He exuded a chilling aura of menace. Then, he roared with a sound like the tolling of a bell or the crackling of thunder, shaking the air around him with a humming, almost tangible vibration.

In an instant, the Burmese knife in his hand cut a brilliant and deadly arc through the air with dizzying, incredible speed and arc. His arm muscles were tense, like steel ropes. Power began to gather from his waist, like a turbulent undercurrent, and through his legs pushing against the ground, like a mighty wave, along the veins of his body, all the way to his arms, and finally gathered without reservation on the Burmese knife.

This seemingly gentle strike actually contained immense force. A whistling wind rose up, like a sharp blade slicing through the air, emitting a sharp, piercing hiss. Wherever the wind of the sword passed, the two minions in the front seemed to be struck by an invisible, immense force, and were sent flying like kites with their strings cut.

The swords they had been holding tightly in their hands were like fragile dead branches, clanging and falling out of their hands under this powerful impact. The two minions drew a miserable arc in the air and fell heavily to the muddy ground, spitting blood, their eyes filled with fear and despair, as if they had seen the arrival of death.

The rain poured down, mixing with their blood, flowing freely across the ground. The crimson color against the gray sky only accentuated the brutality and ferocity of the battle. Shi Feiyang took advantage of the momentary confusion in the enemy formation caused by this fierce attack and, with a ghostly twirl, unleashed his Divine Dragon Claw technique once again.

His arm was like a dragon that broke free from its restraints and soared into the sea. With an indomitable momentum, it directly penetrated the defense of a minion.

He brought his five fingers together, like a sharp steel knife, leaving five deep bloody wounds on the thug's chest. The bloodstains were shocking, and the flesh was torn apart. The thug's eyes widened, filled with pain and unwillingness. The light of life in his eyes quickly dimmed, and he slowly fell to the ground.

At this moment, a flash of lightning streaked across the dark night sky like a sharp sword, illuminating the distorted face of the minion, and making Shi Feiyang's figure standing in the rain appear even taller and more majestic, as if the god of war had descended.

At the same time, thunder rolled in, making a "boom" sound, as if cheering for Shi Feiyang's bravery.

On the other side, a group of bandits from the Wolf Fang Gang, armed with maces, attacked from the side like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were stern, like cold stars in a cold night, with a frightening sharpness.

He tapped the ground lightly, and his body disappeared from the spot like a ghost, and the next moment, he appeared in front of the bandits, his speed so fast that it was difficult to catch him. At this moment, he unleashed the "Sword Breaking the Sky" from the Baisheng Sword Technique.

He raised his Burmese sword high, his arm straight, the blade almost perpendicular to the ground, and leaned back slightly. He was like a fully drawn bow, brimming with endless power. Every muscle was tense, every nerve preparing for the fatal blow.

Then, he chopped down suddenly, and his whole body was released instantly like a fully drawn bow. From the toes to the top of the head, every inch of muscle worked together to burst out with astonishing power.

An almost invisible blade light slashed out in an instant, so fast that it was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, like a flash of lightning across the void.

There were only a few crisp "crack" sounds, as if huge rocks were breaking, and the three maces in front of him broke in unison, with wood chips flying everywhere.

The knife-wielding bandits were also knocked off their feet by the powerful force, stepping back several steps, blood gushing out of their mouths, staining the ground in front of them red. One of the bandits was so shocked that he sat down on the ground, and the half-broken mace in his hand fell to the side.

He looked at Shi Feiyang, his eyes full of fear, as if he saw a demon from hell.

The rain was pouring down, and the big raindrops hit the bandits' bodies and their terrified hearts with a "crackling" sound, making them feel the despair brought by Shi Feiyang.

During their numerous clashes, Wang Jianxin was completely enraged by Shi Feiyang's immense strength. In a rage of shame and shame, he swung his sword wildly, unleashing his "Wild Wind Sword Technique." For a moment, the shadows of swords clashed like surging waves, one after another, dazzling the viewer as if they were immersed in a sea of ​​swords.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, making a whirring sound like a demon's roar. However, Shi Feiyang remained calm, his eyes focused and determined. Between Wang Jianxin's airtight moves, he suddenly unleashed the "Dragon Claw Exploring the Sea" technique from the Divine Dragon Claw technique, like a flash of black lightning.

His palm flashed through the layers of knife shadows like lightning, and it was so fast that no one could defend against it. He grabbed Wang Jianxin's wrist directly, and squeezed it with his five fingers like pliers. With a "click", there was a sound of dislocated bones in Wang Jianxin's wrist, and the big knife in his hand fell with a "clang" and landed on the muddy ground, splashing water.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shi Feiyang shook his wrist and swung the Burmese knife in his hand. His arm was like a nimble snake, and it whizzed out with a sharp knife energy at a strange and deadly angle and speed.

The sword energy seemed to be substantial, drawing a dazzling light in the air. Wang Jianxin was unable to dodge, and a wound deep enough to see the bone instantly appeared on his arm. Blood gushed out like a fountain, drawing a blood line in the air.

He screamed and retreated repeatedly, the flesh on his face twisted and distorted by pain, like a wounded beast. He covered the wound with his other hand, trying to stop the blood from flowing, his eyes filled with shock and anger, as if he couldn't believe that he had been defeated by Shi Feiyang.

At this time, thunder roared, and the rolling thunder seemed to be cheering for Shi Feiyang's victory. In this "slaughterhouse" with wind and rain, Shi Feiyang's heroic figure appeared taller and more mighty. He single-handedly defeated the crowd and showed his invincible style.

During the confrontation with Zhao Batian, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.

Zhao Batian realized that a strong attack could not shake Shi Feiyang at all, so he immediately changed his strategy. Relying on his flexible body, he roamed back and forth on the battlefield like a cunning monkey, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, always looking for Shi Feiyang's flaws.

Shi Feiyang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sneer. That smile was like frost and snow in the cold winter, with a hint of chill.

He activated the Bright Jade Technique, his inner Qi surging and flowing, his body seemingly enveloped by an invisible shield, elevating his defense to the limit. At the same time, he deliberately exposed a seemingly obvious flaw, like a carefully laid bait, waiting for his prey to take the bait.

Seeing this, Zhao Batian thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and a greedy glint flashed in his eyes, just like a hungry wolf seeing its prey.

He swung his mace violently, with a whirring sound, and attacked with all his might. The mace in his hand turned into a black lightning, carrying a tremendous force, and went straight to Shi Feiyang's vital point. However, Shi Feiyang suddenly turned around at this moment and performed the "backward saber" from the Baisheng sword technique.

In an instant, his body was like a high-speed spinning top, driving the Burmese knife to chop in the opposite direction with overwhelming force.

The blade rubbed violently against the air, emitting a sharp, piercing whistling sound, like the roar of a demon. With incredible speed and power, the Burmese knife, like an indestructible artifact, slashed directly at Zhao Batian's mace.

There was a loud "bang", just like a thunder explosion. The huge impact force made Zhao Batian's arm numb instantly, as if he was hit by an invisible force. He almost couldn't hold the mace. The tiger's mouth was also cracked and blood gushed out.

Zhao Batian gritted his teeth, his facial muscles twisted in agony, like a withered flower ravaged by a raging wind. He groaned inwardly, realizing that he had severely underestimated Shi Feiyang. The wind continued to howl, intensifying the bloody odor of the battlefield, filling the air with a nauseating smell.

Shi Feiyang displayed the Hundred Victories Sword Technique, and his movements were as agile as a ghost.

Sometimes he climbed a tree like a nimble monkey, his body agile and swift, leaping and moving among the enemy groups, his posture light yet full of power.

The Burmese knife chopped diagonally from top to bottom, the knife wind was as sharp as lightning, and with a "swish", it accurately cut off the weapon in the enemy's hand.

The enemy bandits whose weapons were cut off had panic expressions on their faces. Some stood still, their eyes full of fear and confusion, as if they had lost their souls; some turned around and tried to escape, their steps were flustered, like frightened birds.

Shi Feiyang was sometimes like a tiger descending from the mountain, with a fierce momentum, his body leaning forward, and slashing out with his Burmese knife.

With a "crack", the enemy bandits were directly cut in half. Before they could even scream, they were split in two, their internal organs spilling out onto the ground. The scene was extremely tragic, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell of blood.

Shi Feiyang was as light and graceful as a flying swallow skimming the water. With an elegant turn, he raised his Burmese knife and, with a "swish", cut the enemy's throat.

The enemy bandits clutched their necks, blood gushing from their fingers. Their eyes were filled with despair, the light of life quickly dimming as they collapsed to the ground with a thud. Sometimes, like a hawk pouncing on a rabbit, he leaped high, thrusting his Burmese knife upwards from below, and with a "puff" sound, he ripped the enemy bandits' heads off.

Heads tumbled in the air, blood gushing from their necks. The enemy's bodies remained standing for a moment before collapsing. The battlefield was a mess, a tangle of rain, blood, and broken limbs, a scene resembling a purgatory on earth, a truly horrifying sight.

Every time he swung his sword, it had the power to split mountains and crack rocks. Wherever the sword blew, the enemy bandits fell one after another.

In just a few moments, more than two thousand of the three thousand enemy bandits fell. Looking at these corpses, not a single one was intact. Some were missing arms and legs, or only had half a head left. Broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the ground, and blood flowed, staining the ground a dark red. The air was filled with a strong and nauseating smell of blood. Each death was extremely tragic, highlighting the sharpness of Shi Feiyang's "Hundred Victory Sword Technique".

In the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang was like a god of war, his figure shuttled back and forth among the enemy groups, and no one could stop him.

Each of his movements was full of power and speed. The magical skills of the Dragon Claw, the Hundred Victories Sword Technique and the Mingyu Skill complemented each other and brought out the best in each other, allowing him to gain an absolute upper hand in this fierce battle and become a nightmare for the enemy bandits.

While fighting with the enemy, he also took care of Gong Simeng, Yi Li, Lin Wanqing and other beautiful girls from time to time.

Whenever enemy bandits attacked them, Shi Feiyang would always come to their rescue in time, either by slashing their weapons with his sword or using his dragon claws to repel the enemy, fully demonstrating his kindness and righteousness.

The stern expressions of the Immortal Cultivators gradually changed. They watched Shi Feiyang's heroic performance in battle, and admiration welled up in their hearts. They whispered to each other, their words filled with praise for Shi Feiyang: "Such a hero, his martial arts skills are rare in the world."

"Yes, he is not only a martial arts expert, but also so loyal and righteous. It is really admirable."

Liu Tingting is hidden in the shadow of the valley. Her graceful figure is like a night-blooming cereus quietly blooming in the night sky, soft and mysterious.

Her eyes were like bottomless night pools, with lively light flickering in her black eyes, just like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

At this moment, she was experiencing a huge struggle in her heart.

She knew very well that it would be a foolish dream to take the White Tiger and the Vermillion Bird from Shi Feiyang by force alone.

Her plan wavered in her heart, but her desire for the two auspicious beasts was like a burning flame, blazing in her chest, making it difficult for her to let go.

She racked her brains, weighing the options repeatedly. A cunning thought quietly grew in her heart—perhaps gaining Shi Feiyang's favor would be the shortcut to achieving her goal. She bit her lower lip, a flicker of determination in her eyes, and quietly bided her time, like a fox lurking in the darkness, patiently waiting for the perfect moment to hunt.

She knew very well that in this contest with Shi Feiyang, patience and strategy would be the key to her victory. She had to plan carefully like a spider weaving a web, and lure Shi Feiyang into her trap step by step.

At that moment, a flash of intelligence flashed through Liu Tingting's mind: Xie Zhichuan had dispatched three hundred elite warriors, unleashing the deadly Thirteen Swords, in a frenzied attack on the Hengshan Sect's headquarters near the Hanging Temple on Hengshan Mountain. Liu Tingting's eyes suddenly lit up, their brilliance instantly gleaming like a blossoming spring flower, dazzling and captivating, as if grasping a lifeline in the darkness. She acted decisively, a cunning plan already forming: she decided to lead her fellow cultivators to the rescue. She knew this was the perfect opportunity: by feigning friendship with Shi Feiyang, she could once again gain his trust and favor, thus paving the way for her to obtain the coveted auspicious beast.

Liu Tingting immediately gathered with several core members of the Immortal Cultivation Clan. Their expressions were solemn, as if they were planning a fateful battle. She leaned forward slightly, her posture elegant and dignified. Her lips parted slightly, and her voice, like the gentle hum of a nightingale, was clear and melodious, yet shrouded in mysterious power. "This rescue of the Hengshan Sect is a godsend. We must exert our full strength and do it just right, so that Shi Feiyang will change his mind about us."

Their expressions became increasingly solemn. Sometimes they nodded slightly to show their agreement with her words; sometimes they whispered to each other, discussing details in a low voice, as if the content of the discussion was a secret plan concerning life and death.

After the meeting, everyone tapped their toes and soared like a flock of hawks, soaring high into the sky, toward the summit of Mount Heng. Liu Tingting's figure was lithe and graceful, like a petal gently lifted and swaying in the breeze, tracing a beautiful arc through the air. Every movement exuded agility and grace.

In a flash, they arrived at the Hengshan Sect's simple residence next to the Hanging Temple. The Hanging Temple, like a hazy phantom perched on a cliff, teetered in the howling mountain wind, as if it would collapse at any moment, swept into the abyss.

The temple's flying eaves and brackets, etched with the merciless erosion of time, resemble the wrinkles carved into the face of an elderly man, revealing decay and fatigue. The paint on the beams has peeled off, revealing the rotten wooden structure, as if silently telling of the turbulent past.

The surrounding walls were covered in emerald green moss, spreading unchecked in the humid air. Thick piles of dead branches and leaves piled in the corners, exuding a decaying atmosphere in the dead silence, adding a touch of desolation and forlornness to this ancient temple. The simple huts of the Hengshan School were scattered beneath the Hanging Temple, their simple thatched cottages shivering in the mountain breeze like a group of helpless children.

The thatch on the roof was sparse and messy, and some places had even been blown off by the wind, revealing the bamboo skeleton inside. It looked like a ragged beggar, looking miserable in the cold wind.

The furnishings within the room were sparsely furnished. The worn tables and chairs wobbled, as if they would fall apart at the slightest touch. The beds were simply made of wooden planks, covered with tattered, patched bedding, revealing the austere and difficult life of the Hengshan Sect. The scene before Liu Tingting was astonished. She saw the Hengshan Sect's head, Master Chixia, approximately fifty years old, leading a group of disciples in a Cloud Mist Sword Formation against the Divine Sword Villa's deadly Thirteen Sword Formation. The tension was razor-sharp, as if the very air had been ignited by the thick, murderous aura, poised for a devastating explosion.

Shi Feiyang had meticulously planned his plan long before setting out from Ningxia. He summoned a host of heroes, including Iron Palm Wu Zhong, Double-Edged Blade Xiao Lingling, Eagle Detective Xie Wen, Round Barrel Lai Detou, Bamboo Pole Jiang Huotian, Archer Miao Menlong, and Plum Blossom Dart Shan Zhi, to his presence. With a solemn expression, he whispered his plan, each word carrying a powerful force: "The Hengshan Sect is in imminent danger. You must go ahead and protect Master Chixia with all your might." Now, they were engaged in a thrilling, life-or-death duel with the three hundred sturdy warriors of the Divine Sword Villa. The Villa's swordsmen wore icy expressions, their eyes piercing with murderous intent, as if they were not mere mortals but messengers of death from hell.

The longswords in their hands flashed with a chilling light, like venomous snakes poised to strike at any moment, sending shivers down their spines. Once the sword formation was deployed, it became like a precision-engineered, indestructible killing machine, tightly enveloping the Hengshan Sect.

One person took the lead and shouted "Sword to seal the throat". The sound was like thunder and his figure shot out like lightning. The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch his trace.

The longsword in his hand flashed like a streak of black lightning, swirling with a sharp sword aura as it pierced the throat of a Hengshan Sect disciple. The disciple's face instantly turned pale as paper, his eyes widening in fear, filled with despair, and he instinctively dodged to the side. However, the sharp sword aura, like an incomparably sharp dagger, sliced ​​through his clothes with a "swish," leaving a faint trace of blood. The air suddenly filled with a faint scent of blood.

Immediately afterwards, someone else performed the "Returning Wind to Seize the Moon" move, shouting the name of the move while spinning rapidly in the air, causing the long sword to draw a crescent-shaped sword energy, like a bright crescent moon, but carrying an icy murderous intent. With a "whoosh", it swept towards the surrounding Hengshan disciples.

The Hengshan Sect members raised their swords to block the blows. For a moment, sparks flew from the clash of swords, and the crisp clang of metal clashing echoed endlessly, like a fierce metal symphony, echoing endlessly through the valley. Moves such as "Green Peak Slashing Face," "Wrist Flicking Sword," "Bowed Body to Gaze the Moon," "Bowed Head and Dropped Boots," "Retreating to Return to Swallow," "Flowing Light and Transient," and "Destroying Gods and Destroying Buddhas" were unleashed in a torrential downpour, each one fierce and unpredictable. As each move was unleashed, the swordsmen shouted out its name, their voices echoing through the valley, mingling with the rustling of wind and swords, weaving into a melody filled with the aura of murder.

Iron Palm Wu Zhong used the Six Harmonies Sutra's internal energy, and as he waved his palms, he created gusts of whistling wind. The shadows of his palms were heavy, like a King Kong descending to the earth, and a powerful aura emanated from his body.

He shouted loudly, and every strike of his palm was accompanied by a whirring sound, as if it was tearing the air in front of him apart. However, facing the crazy attacks of the Thirteen Deadly Swords Formation, he gradually felt powerless.

The seven people in the sword formation cooperated with each other tacitly, like a closely coordinated and seamless combat team, attacking like ghosts from different angles.

Wu Zhong was caught between a rock and a hard place, his body lacerated by sword energy, blood staining his clothes, a striking sight in the chilling wind. But he clenched his teeth, roaring in a deep roar, his eyes revealing a resolute and unyielding spirit. Each blow carried immense force, as if to crush the enemy before him. His presence on this bloody battlefield was both tragic and heroic.

At this moment, a black shadow streaked across the sky like a meteor. It was Shi Feiyang who had arrived.

His body was as fast as lightning, and he instantly rushed into the heart of the battlefield. He was seen unleashing the "Dragon Shadow" from the Divine Dragon Claw technique, and his hands were like two nimble dragons, shuttling through the air, bringing with them bursts of whistling sounds.

Every swing was accompanied by a hissing sound, as if it was going to tear the space apart.

His speed was so fast that his figure almost became an afterimage in everyone's eyes.

Then, Shi Feiyang used the "Sword Breaking the Universe" of the Baisheng Sword Technique. The Burmese sword in his hand was like a golden lightning, carrying the power to create the world. With a "bang", it chopped the long sword of a swordsman from the Divine Sword Villa. The huge impact force knocked the swordsman back, and the long sword in his hand broke into two pieces.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the situation and displayed the "Ming Yu Yao Shi" of Ming Yu Gong. A soft light emanated from his body, but it also had a strong defensive power, which repelled the attacking sword energy with a "bang bang" sound.

Each of his movements was smooth and natural, yet contained infinite power, as smooth as flowing water, showing the sharpness and speed of his martial arts. In this chaotic battlefield, he was like an invincible god of war, attracting everyone's attention.

Wu Zhongzhi's beloved wife, Xiao Lingling, also known as the "Double-edged Blade," is like a rose blooming on the battlefield. Holding two swords, she displays the exquisite Seven Evils swordsmanship.

She was nimble and agile, brandishing her two swords with flashes of light, like two nimble and deadly venomous snakes, weaving through the air, leaving behind traces of icy light and shadow. Every swing of the sword was accompanied by a whirring sound, as if cutting the surrounding air into shreds.

However, the enemies of Excalibur Villa came in waves like a surging tide, and the dense footsteps were like rolling thunder.

Although she fought fiercely, like a towering mountain holding its ground, the predicament of being outnumbered was like an invisible net, slowly enveloping her. She was wounded in many places, and the crimson blood flowed down her arms, staining her sleeves crimson, looking particularly shocking in the biting cold wind.

But her eyes were firm, and she showed no intention of retreating. Every time she swung her sword, she was accompanied by a cry and carried the momentum of being determined to die, as if she wanted to use her own strength to kill all these wolf-like and tiger-like enemies.

The archer Miao Menlong was like a ghost lurking in the darkness, his figure as elusive as a ghost. Hiding in a secluded corner, he drew his bow and arrow, the thick bowstring slowly stretched into a full moon shape in his hands, making a creaking sound, as if gathering the boundless power to create the universe.

With a "whoosh" sound, the sharp arrow flew out from the string, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, with a sharp and piercing whistling sound, and accurately hit the people in the Divine Sword Villa with the force of thunder.

Every time an arrow was shot, it was accompanied by a shrill scream. The enemy's body fell heavily to the ground like a dead branch broken by the wind. The bright red blood quickly spread on the cold ground, staining this cruel battlefield with terrifying blood flowers.

In an instant, the people of Shenjian Villa fell down one after another, and the battlefield was filled with a bloody smell that was so thick that it was almost suffocating. The fishy smell drifted in the air and penetrated into everyone's nostrils, making people nauseous.

Shan Zhize, the Plum Blossom Dart, moved flexibly among the crowd, his figure like a black phantom, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch his trace.

The plum blossom darts in his hand would occasionally shoot out like lightning, their shadows flashing and dazzling, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, but carrying deadly danger. His eyes were sharp, and he seized the opportunity. With a flick of his wrist, the plum blossom darts flew like hidden weapons towards the people of Excalibur Villa.

After being hit by the darts, those people screamed in pain, their voices were sharp and miserable, and their bodies fell to the ground like kites with broken strings. They rolled and struggled on the ground in pain, covering their wounds tightly with their hands, trying to stop the blood from constantly flowing out, but everything was in vain.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen used the Flying Catkins and Light Smoke skill, and his posture was as light as catkins dancing in the spring wind. He quickly shuttled across the battlefield, and every movement seemed like a breeze passing by.

The Tiancan silk net in his hand was like a white flower blooming in the sun, gleaming with a soft yet strange light.

The Tiancan silk net would occasionally fall from the air, and with a rustling sound, it would trap the men from the Shenjian Villa.

The people caught in the net struggled desperately, making muffled groans, but the net became tighter and tighter. The tough silk was like countless invisible ropes, tightly binding their bodies, as if they were trapped in a death net that they could not escape.

Xie Wen took the opportunity to hold the sword and quickly shuttled through the net. The cold light flashed, and the sharp blade pierced into the enemy's body, making a muffled "puff" sound.

For a moment, screams were heard everywhere, and the bright red blood dyed the white silk net red, which looked particularly dazzling under the glaring sunlight, like a bloody painting.

Liu Tingting stood aside, quietly witnessing this thrilling fight.

On the battlefield, the sounds of shouting, weapons clashing, and screams intertwined together, like a chaotic and cruel symphony.

Her admiration for Shi Feiyang grew stronger like a surging tide.

She secretly wondered if she had really misjudged Shi Feiyang. Shi Feiyang's resourcefulness and foresight, like the brightest star in the night sky, were fully displayed in this battle, leaving her deeply shocked.

The hatred and jealousy that he once had towards Shi Feiyang, at this moment, seemed to be swept away by the strong wind raised by this fierce battle, and gradually dissipated without a trace.

As the battle continued, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly tense, and the air seemed to be filled with a thick layer of gunpowder smoke.

The Hengshan School's "Cloud and Mist Sword Formation" gradually showed flaws under the fierce attack of the "Thirteen Deadly Swords" sword formation.

The disciples in the Hengshan School's sword formation were pale as paper, their eyes revealed fatigue and fear, their breathing was rapid and heavy, and every breath seemed to have exhausted all their strength.

Nun Chixia frowned, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, like crystal pearls, sparkling in the sunlight.

She knew very well that if this continued, the disciples of Hengshan Sect would suffer heavy losses and the entire sect would face a devastating disaster.

She took a deep breath, letting it surge through her chest. Then, she shouted, her voice resounding like a bell throughout the battlefield, making everyone's ears buzz. With a flick of her whisk, she unleashed the Hengshan School's unique skill, "Clear Wind Blowing Clouds."

A powerful airflow surged out from the whisk, like an invisible yet majestic wave, with a "whoosh" sound, forcing the surrounding enemies back several steps.

The enemies were knocked off balance by this powerful force. They staggered back, dragging their feet and making "bang bang" sounds. Their faces showed expressions of fear, as if they had seen a demon from hell.

Seeing this, "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong endured the pain in his body. Every wound felt as painful as if it were burned by fire.

He clasped his palms together, and the aura around him instantly became heavy, as if the air was solidified by this aura.

Then he pushed forward suddenly and used the Vajra Subduing Demon Palm's ultimate move "Buddha's Light Shines Everywhere".

A golden light shot out from his hand. The light seemed to contain endless power, as dazzling as the rising sun, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Wherever the light reached, the enemies were shocked and retreated one after another. Their bodies fell to the ground with "bangs" as if they were hit by a huge force.

Some even vomited blood, blood splattered in the air, with painful expressions on their faces and twisted features.

"Double-edged Blade" Xiao Lingling was not to be outdone, she used the Seven Evils Blade Technique to the extreme.

The speed of the two swords was getting faster and faster, and the flashing sword light was dazzling. All you could see were clusters of silver light and shadows surrounding her.

She aimed at a weak link in the sword formation, and a gleam of determination flashed in her eyes, like a flash of lightning across the night sky.

Xiao Lingling rushed forward suddenly, and both swords came out like two deadly poisonous snakes. With a hissing sound, she killed the two enemies in an instant.

The enemy's blood splattered on her face, and the warm blood slid down her cheeks, but she was unaware of it. Her eyes revealed endless murderous intent, and she wanted to slaughter all the enemies in front of her.

The archer Miao Menlong and the plum blossom dart master Shan Zhi continued to leverage their long-range attack advantages.

Arrows and dart shadows were shot at the enemy like dense raindrops. The arrowheads cut through the air with a "whoosh" sound, and the dart shadows flashed in the air with a "swish" sound, making the people of Shenjian Villa unable to defend themselves.

Under these rounds of attacks, the enemies fell one after another. The corpses on the battlefield became more and more, piling up layer upon layer. The blood dyed the ground dark red, like a sea of ​​blood, telling the cruelty of war on this cruel battlefield.

"Eagle Detective" Xie Wen also quickened the tempo of his attacks. The silk net in his hand was like a net of death spreading out from the depths of hell, continuously covering the enemy at a dizzying speed.

Each strike was accompanied by a rustling sound, accurately trapping several enemies. The trapped enemies struggled desperately within the net, their bodies twisting and limbs flailing, and they let out desperate and shrill cries, the sound sharp and piercing, like the howling of ghosts and wolves in the cold night.

Xie Wen, on the other hand, was like the cold and merciless god of death, with no mercy in his eyes and the cold light flashing with the sword in his hand. Every time he stabbed, it was accompanied by a muffled "puff puff" sound, killing the enemies one by one and ending their painful struggle.

Under everyone's strenuous resistance, the people of Shenjian Villa gradually showed signs of fatigue.

Their sword formation also began to disarray. The once tight, steel-fortress-like formation became loose and untidy. The well-trained swordsmen were breathing rapidly, their clothes soaked with sweat, and their faces were filled with exhaustion.

However, they are elite after all, and the tenacity in their bones prevents them from giving up easily.

On the contrary, the desire to survive made them attack more frantically, the long swords in their hands waving with a whirring sound, and every stab was carried out with a desperate determination, trying to make a final struggle to save the gradually collapsing battle situation.

At this moment, Liu Tingting's heart suddenly moved. Her keen insight was like the brightest star in the night sky, and she instantly captured that this was a great opportunity to perform.

There was a flicker of determination in her eyes, and her beautiful face, illuminated by the sunlight, seemed shrouded in a layer of sacred light, like a fairy descending to earth, breathtakingly beautiful.

She gently raised her jade hand, which was as tender as a newborn catkin in spring, white and slender, as if carved from fine mutton-fat jade.

She gave a wink to the people of the immortal cultivation clan, and they understood instantly. With a determined light flashing in their eyes, they cast spells and joined this brutal battle.

Liu Tingting was the first to perform the Holy Water Magic. She opened her red lips and chanted a spell. The spell seemed like a whisper from an ancient mysterious world, carrying an indescribable magic.

The air around them instantly became moist, and countless water vapors visible to the naked eye quickly gathered together, making a "sizzling" sound, as if elves were jumping happily.

Then, a pool of crystal clear holy water appeared out of thin air in her hand, emitting a soft blue light, just like the twinkling stars in the night sky, brilliant and mysterious.

She sprinkled the holy water lightly, and with a crisp "splash", the holy water instantly turned into countless water droplets, like sharp bullets whizzing out, shooting towards the enemy with a sharp "whoosh" sound.

The enemies hit by the holy water instantly let out screams of pain, the screams were heart-wrenching, as if their souls were being burned.

Their bodies began to melt, making a hissing sound, like wax figures being roasted by high temperature, leaving only a wisp of green smoke that dissipated into the air.

Afterwards, Liu Tingting used the Shenshui Sword Technique again. She gently swung the long sword in her hand, and with a "hum" sound, a blue sword energy shot out instantly. Wherever the sword energy went, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a "hissing" sound, and the enemies fell to the ground one after another.

Her swordsmanship is agile and graceful, and each sword strike carries endless power, just like a fairy dancing, with graceful posture yet hidden deadly murderous intent.

Her figure was light, like a lotus swaying in the wind, beautiful yet dangerous. Every turn and every sword strike was like a beautiful dance, accompanied by the screams and falls of the enemy.

Liu Tingting's magic is extremely powerful, which is due to the ancient book of immortal cultivation secrets that Shi Feiyang took from the Black Wind Village.

Recalling the scene when Shi Feiyang gave her the secret book, Liu Tingting felt mixed emotions.

At that time, she was full of hatred and jealousy towards Shi Feiyang, but Shi Feiyang did not hold a grudge against her and gave her such a precious secret book.

Now, with the help of this secret book, her magic skills have improved by leaps and bounds and played a huge role in this battle.

She couldn't help but feel grateful to Shi Feiyang, but at the same time she felt guilty about her previous thoughts.

This complex emotion intertwined in her heart like a tangled mess, making it difficult for her to calm down.

(End of this chapter)