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

Chapter 154: Ulsan War: Shi Feiyang plans to defend against the enemy, Lin Wanqing stays with him
In midsummer, the blazing sun poured down unimpeded, and Seoul felt as if it were encased in a giant steamer. The air was filled with a stifling heat, the streetside trees drooped their branches listlessly, and even the cicadas chirped feebly in the scorching heat.

The ground was so hot that the soles of my shoes felt like they were melting when I stepped on them.

The battlefield was filled with smoke, and the pungent smell of fireworks mixed with the smell of blood drifted freely in the hot air. The shouts of soldiers and the collision of weapons intertwined into one, playing a cruel war melody.

Saburo Takeda, a general known for his bravery among the Japanese pirates, shuttled between the smoke of war.

His eyes flashed with ferocity and brutality like a wolf's. He held the long Japanese sword tightly in his hand. The blade shone coldly, as if it condensed all the murderous intent in the world. Under the scorching sun, it reflected chilling cold rays of light.

At this time, Saburo Takeda's eyes were fixed on Qin Yuanyao.

Qin Yuanyao was at the edge of the battlefield, and her slightly bulging belly was particularly eye-catching in the chaotic situation.

A cruel sneer slowly curled up the corners of Takeda Saburo's mouth. In his eyes, a pregnant woman was undoubtedly weak prey, easy to catch and bully. He secretly calculated that if he could capture this pregnant woman, not only would he be able to undermine the morale of the rebels before him, but he might even be able to gain some benefits from her.

Saburo Takeda looked around. On the battlefield, he saw that his side was in a stalemate with the enemy. Shouts of killing could be heard one after another. Corpses were lying on the ground in all directions. Blood spread on the hot ground and gradually dried up, forming dark red stains.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, raising a cloud of dust. The dust swirled in the hot air, as if it was also infected by his ferocity.

He was like a black lightning, wrapped in the whistling wind, and pounced towards Qin Yuanyao swiftly.

Thick smoke billowed from the burning houses around him, and was swept up by the wind caused by his running, twisting and rising into the sky like giant black dragons with bared fangs and claws.

The weapons scattered on the ground rolled and jumped as he passed by, making crisp collision sounds.

He raised the Japanese sword high in his hand and performed the dreaded "Wind-Facing Slash" move.

The blade was extremely sharp, with an unstoppable momentum, as if it was going to split Qin Yuanyao in front of him into two halves in an instant. The air was cut by this powerful blade energy, leaving an invisible crack. The surrounding air was distorted by the agitation of the blade energy, as if a huge rock was thrown into a calm lake, causing layers of visible ripples.

On the other side, Liu Dayu was fighting fiercely with other Japanese pirates.

He was agile and quick in his movements, and every move he made was powerful, stabbing the Japanese pirates who approached him to death one by one.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that his wife Qin Yuanyao was in danger, and the ferocious figure of Takeda Saburo was approaching her rapidly.

In an instant, a surge of rage surged in Liu Dayu's heart, and this rage instantly ignited his whole body.

His eyes widened instantly, and there was a raging fire of anger in his eyes, which seemed to be able to devour the whole world.

"You beast, how dare you touch my wife!" He roared, his voice like a bell, shaking the air around him. Some Japanese pirates nearby were even frightened by the roar and trembled.

Liu Dayu was extremely anxious. He stepped forward and flashed in front of Qin Yuanyao like a phantom.

At the same time, his aura suddenly increased, and he displayed the "Two-Finger Zen" magical skill that was feared by the world.

He thrust forward his index fingers, their tips gleaming with a cold light, like two razor-sharp blades. Under the blazing sun, the gleam grew even more dazzling. He used his fingers as swords, his fingers as knives. This "Two-Finger Zen" technique, mastered to its fullest potential, could pierce stone with a single thrust. Its power was unimaginable.

Saburo Takeda's "Wind-Facing Sword Slash" seems to have no moves or styles, but in fact it relies entirely on an extremely powerful force and amazing speed.

His figure vanished into thin air, and the Japanese sword in his hand whistled sharply, like a streak of black lightning, as it struck Liu Dayou. The force of that strike seemed to split towering mountains in half. The ground was blasted with dust, and the surrounding sand and rocks were swept into the air and then fell back down.

Liu Dayou was not afraid of Takeda Saburo's fierce attack at all. He moved flexibly and skillfully dodged Takeda Saburo's attack. He knew that Takeda Saburo was a powerful Japanese pirate general with rich experience and fierce swordsmanship. He could not fight him head-on. He had to find the right time and hit him with one strike.

Liu Dayu dodged flexibly while keenly observing Takeda Saburo's flaws.

Finally, he found an opportunity. After Takeda Saburo chopped down with his sword, his body stopped for a moment because he used too much force.

Liu Dayu seized this fleeting opportunity and thrust out his two fingers like lightning, aiming directly at Takeda Saburo's throat, wrists and other vital parts.

Every time he thrust his finger, it brought out a sharp wind, making a "chi chi" sound. Wherever the wind passed, it left shallow marks on the ground. Seeing this, Takeda Saburo was secretly shocked.

He originally thought that the seemingly ordinary man in front of him was just an ordinary citizen, but he did not expect that he had such powerful martial arts.

But as a veteran Japanese pirate general, he would not retreat easily.

He gritted his teeth, a ferocious expression on his face, and swung his Japanese sword even more swiftly, unleashing the full power of his "Wind-Slashing Blade" technique. The blade flashed like balls of black flame, dancing wantonly under the scorching sun.

For a moment, the flashes of swords and the shadows of fingers were heard, and the two men fought hard.

Each of Saburo Takeda's sword strikes carried tremendous force, and the wind from the sword whistled, as if it was going to tear apart everything around it.

Each of Liu Dayu's fingers contains powerful true energy, and the wind from his fingers is so sharp that it can penetrate steel.

During the fierce battle, Liu Dayou's anger grew stronger. Thinking of his wife's safety and the countless civilians killed by the Japanese pirates, he wanted to cut the Japanese pirate into pieces. His attacks became more and more fierce, and the power of his "Two Finger Zen" skill continued to be demonstrated.

Every time he poked his finger, deep fingerprints were left on the surrounding trees, silently telling of his endless anger towards the Japanese pirates.

But Saburo Takeda was no ordinary man. While waving his Japanese sword to block Liu Dayu's attack, he was thinking of countermeasures in his mind.

He knew very well that Liu Dayu's "two-finger Zen" was powerful, so he couldn't just attack blindly, but had to find a way to find the flaw.

He began to pretend to attack, but in fact he was secretly observing Liu Dayu's defensive loopholes, trying to seize the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

Liu Dayu saw through Takeda Saburo's plan. He sneered in his heart. On the surface, he still defended with all his strength, but secretly he was accumulating strength.

He waited for the moment when Takeda Saburo would reveal a real weakness, ready to deliver a fatal counterattack and completely defeat this pirate who threatened his wife's safety. This fierce battle continued on the scorching battlefield of Seoul. The two sides exchanged blows, neither giving in. The situation became increasingly tense, and the surrounding air seemed to be burning with the fierce battle.

On the battlefield, the smoke of gunpowder was like a surging black tide, surging and spreading wildly, enveloping the entire world.

The soldiers' cries of killing were deafening, seemingly piercing the oppressive sky, blending with the billowing smoke to create a cruel yet heroic melody. The strong smell of blood permeated every inch of the air, irritating everyone's nerves, making them nauseous yet inescapable.

Iguchi Chitose, a notorious ruthless character among the Japanese pirates, now had red eyes due to extreme madness and brutality, just like a wild beast that was completely enraged and lost its mind in desperation, and was looking for a target to vent its anger.

He held the Japanese sword tightly in his hand, and the blade flashed with a cold light in the dim sunlight stained by gunpowder smoke.

This cold light seemed to have seeped out from the Nine Nether Hell, condensing all the murderous intent and malice in the world, making people afraid at the sight of it.

In this chaotic and noisy battlefield, Iguchi Chitose's gaze, like a wolf locking onto its prey, was fixed on Qin Yuanyao, who was engaged in a bloody battle with other Japanese pirates. Qin Yuanyao's figure was slightly unwieldy due to her pregnancy, and she seemed particularly vulnerable in this life-or-death struggle.

Seeing this, Jingkou Qianqi couldn't help but feel a surge of joy in his heart. In his distorted perception, Qin Yuanyao was undoubtedly an ideal and easy target. At that moment, Jingkou Qianqi suddenly kicked hard, and the dust on the ground was kicked up by his powerful force.

The whole person was like a shot of black lightning, wrapped in a whistling wind that sounded like the howling of ghosts and wolves, and pounced towards Qin Yuanyao swiftly.

At the same time, he used the terrifying "Wind-Facing Sword Slash" move which was quite famous among the Japanese pirates.

This knife was powerful and heavy, gathering all the evil power in his body. With an unstoppable and crazy momentum to destroy everything in the world, he rushed straight towards Qin Yuanyao, as if he would split him in half in an instant.

Wherever the sword went, the dust on the ground was vigorously swept up, forming tiny but extremely destructive whirlpools, like the dancing skirt of a devil, demonstrating the terrifying power of this sword.

And "Eagle Detective" Xie Wen has been closely following the dynamics of the entire battlefield with his eagle-like eyes from beginning to end.

The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, with various forces intertwined and fighting, but he can always capture every key detail in this chaos.

At the critical moment when Jingkou Qianqi launched her attack on Qin Yuanyao, Xie Wen felt a surge of alarm, a sensitive chord plucked. He knew that Qin Yuanyao, pregnant, was far less agile and nimble than usual, and would be absolutely unable to withstand the enemy's swift and deadly Japanese sword. Concerned for Qin Yuanyao and a desire to protect her, Xie Wen threw the Tiancan silk net without hesitation.

Under his superb technique, the net was like a huge white butterfly given life, lightly and quickly unfolding in the air, gracefully covering Qin Yuanyao.

At the same time, he tapped the ground with his toes, and his body soared into the air skillfully like a wisp of smoke lifted by the breeze, avoiding the fatal blow of Iguchi Chihiro by a hair's breadth.

Iguchi Chitose's full-strength sword strike missed. The powerful impact caused his body to lean forward uncontrollably. He stumbled and almost fell heavily to the ground, looking utterly miserable.

Qin Yuanyao, who was covered by the Tiancan silk net, felt her body suddenly become lighter, and was thrown into the air under Xie Wen's skillful operation.

She was in the net, overlooking the chaotic and dangerous scene below. Although she inevitably felt a little nervous, she was more grateful to Xie Wen for his timely rescue.

At this moment, she seemed to be on a safe island. In the turbulent battlefield, she could find temporary peace because of Xie Wen's presence.

Iguchi Chihiro missed his attack and was extremely angry. A ball of blazing fire was rolling violently in his chest.

He let out a wild beast-like roar, the sound filled with unwillingness and resentment, echoing across the battlefield, making people's hair stand on end.

Then, he kicked his legs hard like powerful springs, and his whole body jumped high into the air like a fired cannonball, pointing the Japanese sword in his hand directly at Qin Yuanyao, trying to save face in this brief aerial confrontation and give Qin Yuanyao a fatal blow.

However, Xie Wen's lightness skills were so outstanding that they were far beyond the reach of Jingkou Qianqi.

Although Iguchi Chitose tried her best to jump very high, the gap between her and Xie Wen was still as obvious as a chasm.

His knife drew an arc in the air, a cold light flashing. It was only an inch away from Qin Yuanyao, but it seemed as if there was an insurmountable barrier between them, and he could never reach her. Seeing this, Qin Yuanyao's tension eased a little, and she couldn't help but chuckle.

She witnessed Iguchi Chitose's frustrated look, and then saw Xie Wen teasing him so cleverly. She felt that the scene was somewhat funny, like watching an absurd monkey show, which was quite interesting.

Xie Wen turned in the air, his posture graceful as a nimble swallow flying freely in the sky.

He looked down at Chitose Iguchi who was almost mad with anger below, and a mischievous and slightly teasing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This smile was announcing to Iguchi Chihiro: You were doomed to fail in this contest from the very beginning.

He deliberately moved Qin Yuanyao slightly to the left. Seeing this, Jingkou Qianqi's eyes widened instantly, and like a hungry wolf seeing its prey, he immediately pounced madly to the left.

But before he could get close, Xie Wen quickly threw Qin Yuanyao to the right as if by magic.

Iguchi Chihiro missed again and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of muddy dust.

He climbed up from the dust in a panic, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Xie Wen, cursing non-stop: "Baka! Baka!"

His voice became distorted and hoarse with anger, as if it had been polished by sandpaper. He cursed until his throat was smoking and his lips were dry, but he still couldn't vent the endless anger in his heart.

Xie Wen was not satisfied with this. He slowly descended in the air with Qin Yuanyao, deliberately staying at a height that Jingkou Qianqi could barely reach, issuing a silent provocation to Jingkou Qianqi: Come on, catch us if you can.

Iguchi Chitose thought the time had come, a glint of madness flashing in her eyes. She leaped up once more, her Japanese sword in hand whistling as it pointed directly at the Heavenly Silk Net. Just as the blade was about to touch the net, Xie Wen suddenly took a deep breath, his body instantly lifted by an invisible force, rapidly rising several feet.

Iguchi Chitose failed again. This time, he fell heavily to the ground, his face in direct contact with the ground, covered with mud and dust, looking extremely funny.

Iguchi Qianqi was both angry and annoyed. He stood up awkwardly, his eyes red, and looked around, trying to find something to use so that he could reach Xie Wen and Qin Yuanyao. However, before he could take any action, Xie Wen started a new round of teasing.

He took Qin Yuanyao and spun around the wellhead in the air, his speed sometimes fast and sometimes slow, his posture light and graceful, like a fairy dancing in the air, or a naughty elf teasing its prey.

Iguchi Chitose was dazed and disoriented. He could only twist and turn like a puppet out of control, following Xie Wen's movements. His Japanese sword swung wildly through the air, creating a chaotic whirring sound. It was a truly comical sight, completely at odds with the brutal and murderous atmosphere of the battlefield. The battlefield was still thick with smoke, the cries of killing still shook the earth, and the smell of blood grew stronger.

In a fierce battle with Itai Taro not far away, Shi Feiyang successfully killed Itai Taro with his excellent martial arts and superior wisdom.

He was holding a Burmese knife with the enemy's blood still dripping from the blade. Under the dim sunlight shrouded in smoke, the bloodstains flashed with a strange and cold light, telling of the cruelty of the fierce battle just now.

Shi Feiyang's movements were as swift as lightning, each step carrying with it a powerful momentum as he rushed towards Jingkou Qianli at a rapid speed. Every time he leaped up, he brought up a violent gust of air. The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by his momentum, making a "whoosh" sound, cheering for his heroic charge.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang's eyes were like the coldest, lonesome star in the far north on a freezing night, their chill piercing the heart and terrifying the mere sight of them. His body shook violently, like a volcano gathering strength before erupting, and he raised his palm and rose.

Instantly, the Mingyu Gong within his body surged to its peak with an almost frenzied force, surging power surging through his meridians like a raging tsunami. A bone-chilling chill, as if emanating from the Nine Netherworlds of Hell, rapidly spread outward in a circular pattern, centered around him. Wherever it reached, the air froze instantly, emitting a subtle, crisp "crackling" sound.

In the blink of an eye, the world around me seemed to be frozen.

A thick, translucent layer of frost quickly formed on the ground, resembling countless sharp icicles, gleaming with a chilling light. The once lush green vegetation, under the assault of this extreme chill, was instantly enveloped in the frost.

First, the leaves quickly lost their color and turned yellow, then the branches began to shrink. In a moment, they lost all vitality and shivered in the cold wind, like countless old men in their twilight years.

This extreme chill, wrapped in a powerful and majestic true energy like a surging river, transformed into invisible yet sharp blades that could cut through space. At lightning speed, they instantly hit the acupuncture points all over Jingkou Qianfu's body like a dense rain of arrows.

Jingguchi Qianqi was concentrating on dealing with Xie Wen, her nerves were highly tense, and she was completely unaware of the deadly coldness approaching quietly.

He gasped for air, and the cold instantly froze into ice within him. The chill was like countless barbed steel needles, viciously piercing his body, causing his qi and blood to instantly become disordered, running wildly like a wild horse, unable to flow smoothly.

Every limb seemed to be encased in a thick, solid layer of ice, every muscle and bone imprisoned, unable to move. Every movement he made became slow and difficult, as if he were trapped in an endless quagmire, each struggle expending immense energy. Iguchi Chitose was filled with terror, like a trapped beast.

In a panic, he gripped the Japanese sword tightly with both hands, burst out with his last strength, and slashed towards Shi Feiyang with all his might.

However, his movements at this moment had long lost their former sharpness and majesty. His arms were shaking due to poor blood circulation, his steps had become unsteady, and his whole body was shaky and could be blown down by a slightly stronger wind.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly when he saw this. The snort sounded like a wolf howling in a cold night, full of disdain and contempt.

His pace suddenly quickened, raising a cloud of dust with every step he took, like a black lightning, rushing towards him at the speed of a wind. Wherever he passed, the air was cut by the speed of a sharp blade, making a whirring sound.

He raised the Burmese knife in his hand high, and the blade flashed with a cold light that was so cold that it could make people's souls tremble. He wanted to cut off all the darkness, evil and bloody atmosphere in the world that filled the battlefield.

With a deafening roar that seemed to be able to shake the sky, Shi Feiyang swung the knife across. His movements were done in one go, as smooth as a rushing stream in the mountains, but with a tremendous force, as if he could split the towering mountains in an instant.

This sword embodies his anger towards the Japanese pirates and his firm determination to protect his country and defend justice. It is like a ray of light of justice and judgment from the sky, slashing towards Jingguchi Qianhui with the momentum to destroy the world.

"Crack!" A crisp sound like the collapse of a glacier suddenly rang out, like a bolt from the blue that suddenly exploded in this noisy and clamorous battlefield. The sound instantly drowned out all other sounds, and it was extremely clear, shocking everyone around, and their hearts seemed to tremble violently with the loud noise.

Iguchi Chihiro's head flew out like a cannonball that was hit hard and covered with blood mist, drawing a strange and mournful arc in the air with the breath of death, and finally fell heavily to the ground, splashing a cloud of turbid dust mixed with specks of blood.

His headless body rushed forward a few steps due to inertia before falling to the ground with a "bang" making a dull sound like a drum.

Blood gushed out from the neck like a fountain, instantly dyeing the surrounding land red. On the ground that was already soaked in blood and exuded a strong smell of blood, another shocking and disgusting crimson was added. The crimson spread rapidly, as if it was going to swallow up the world.

On the battlefield, the smoke of gunpowder continued to billow like a surging black wave, enveloping the entire world, as if to bury everything in the world in this endless darkness.

The shouts and sounds of weapons clashing intertwined into a tragic and heroic melody that made one's blood boil but also filled one's heart with sorrow. It echoed in the air for a long time.

Amid the shouts and cries of killing, there were angry roars, painful screams, and unyielding cries; among the sounds of weapons clashing, there were the "ding-dang-dang" sounds of swords clashing, the "puff-puff" sounds of spears stabbing, and the "bang-bang" sounds of shields blocking.

After Lin Wanqing successfully killed Itada Jiro, the sword in her hand was still dripping with the enemy's warm and sticky blood. Under the sunlight, the blood drops flashed with a strange and cold light, as if from hell, telling the cruelty and bloodiness of the fierce battle just now. Every drop of blood seemed to be the resentment of a lost life.

Her eyes were as sharp as torches, and her gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the smoke of gunpowder, and she quickly locked onto Takeda Saburo who was fighting fiercely with Liu Dayu.

Her figure was light and graceful, like a green lotus blooming proudly and tenaciously in the wind, elegant and full of power.

Her toes tapped the ground lightly, stirring up a cloud of dust, and she darted towards Takeda Saburo like lightning, leaving only a faint, fleeting afterimage in the air. Her speed was so rapid that the surrounding air was stirred into a small draft, rustling her hair and the hem of her clothes.

At this time, Liu Dayu was relying on his "Two-Finger Zen" magical skill that was feared by the martial arts world to fight fiercely with Takeda Saburo.

His eyes were wide open, burning with rage. The rage was so hot and intense that it seemed as if it could burn the Japanese pirates in front of him to ashes in an instant. The flames seemed to be filled with hatred for the Japanese pirates' atrocities.

He extended his index fingers forward, their tips gleaming with a cold light, like two razor-sharp blades capable of slicing through steel, gleaming with a deadly gleam in the sunlight. Each thrust unleashed a sharp, piercing breeze, a sharp, hissing sound. Shallow, slightly burnt finger marks were left on the surrounding trees, like the marks of time, documenting the intensity of this bloody battle.

Saburo Takeda brandished the long Japanese sword and displayed his signature skill, "Slashing with the Wind."

The blade flashed, and each blow carried a thousand pounds of force. The blade whistled and made a whooshing sound, capable of tearing apart everything around it.

The ground was covered in flying dust and sand due to the wind from the sword. The surrounding air was distorted by the powerful sword energy. The heaven and earth were overwhelmed by this force.

Every time he swung his sword, he was accompanied by a roar, and that roar was full of madness and brutality, like the roar of a wild beast.

Lin Wanqing's arrival instantly upset the balance of the battle. She held a longsword, the blade gleaming with a cool light in the sunlight, a reflection of her unwavering, rock-hard determination.

She took a deep breath, the breath was steady and long, accumulating endless strength, and performed the "Eternal Sword Technique". This sword technique uses softness to overcome hardness, and emphasizes the magic of using a little force to move a great object. Every move and every style contains endless wisdom and exquisiteness, as if it were a masterpiece of nature.

She just let out a soft shout, the voice was crisp and pleasant, but it also carried a power that could not be underestimated and could shock people.

The "Tenderness Like Water" move was instantly unleashed. Her movements were gentle and fluid, like a fairy dancing in the water, her grace captivating. The longsword in her hand, like a wisp of flowing water, traced a graceful arc through the air, swiftly striking at Takeda Saburo's wrist, throat, and other vital points. The sword sliced ​​through the air, making a hissing sound, like the sound of flowing water, or whispering the fate of the enemy.

The sword moves seemed gentle, but contained powerful force, like the turbulent undercurrent hidden beneath the calm surface of a lake.

Saburo Takeda felt the sharpness and exquisiteness of Lin Wanqing's sword moves, and was shocked in his heart, with a trace of panic on his face.

He quickly brandished his Japanese sword to block, however, Lin Wanqing's swordsmanship was too clever, and his sword's momentum was cleverly diverted by the seemingly gentle sword moves, and the originally fierce attack suddenly lost its accuracy.

The Japanese sword hit the air, making a whistling sound, but it could not pose any threat to Lin Wanqing.

Seeing this, Lin Wanqing raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile, with a glimmer of victory in her smile.

She continued to perform a series of exquisite sword moves, firmly suppressing Takeda Saburo. The battlefield was filled with only the "clinking" sound of swords clashing and the rapid breathing of both sides.

The sound of the swords colliding was crisp and dense.

It was a passionate symphony of bloody battle, and every note told of the fierceness and cruelty of the bloody battle.

Liu Dayu took advantage of this opportunity and thrust out his two fingers like lightning, aiming straight at Takeda Saburo's chest.

Saburo Takeda dodged and barely avoided the fatal blow.

But before he could catch his breath, Lin Wanqing's sword came again, with a move called "a breeze blowing", and the sword shadows were so heavy that it was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Saburo Takeda only saw a flash of sword light in front of his eyes, and he could not see Lin Wanqing's sword path at all. He could only wave his sword in panic to resist.

His forehead was covered with sweat and his eyes revealed a hint of fear, an emotion he rarely showed in battle.

Saburo Takeda made up his mind and decided to go all out.

He used his most powerful killing move, "Slashing with the Wind", the blade flashed with a cold light, and his whole body turned into a black lightning, rushing towards Lin Wanqing and Liu Dayu with a "whoosh" sound of breaking through the wind.

The power of the knife seemed to be able to split the mountain, and the surrounding air was compressed to make a buzzing sound.

Seeing this, Lin Wanqing raised her eyebrows, and danced the long sword in her hand quickly, performing the defensive move of "Eternal Life Sword Technique". The sword shadow enveloped her and Liu Dayu, forming a solid barrier.

Liu Dayu took a deep breath, mobilized all his strength, and the cold light of his fingers became stronger, preparing to meet Takeda Saburo's attack.

"Dang!" With a loud bang, Takeda Saburo's Japanese sword hit Lin Wanqing's sword, sparks flying everywhere.

The powerful impact caused Lin Wanqing's arm to shake, but she gritted her teeth and held on.

Liu Dayu took advantage of the moment when Takeda Saburo's old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, and suddenly stabbed out with his two fingers, hitting Takeda Saburo's eyes.

"Ah!" Saburo Takeda let out a shrill scream, covered his eyes with his hands, blood gushed out from between his fingers, his body shook and he lost his direction.

Lin Wanqing seized this excellent opportunity, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes, and she shook the sword in her hand and used a move called "Rainbow Piercing the Sun".

Her sword was like a gorgeous rainbow, carrying a sharp sword energy, slashing towards Takeda Saburo's neck.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, Saburo Takeda's head flew out, drew an arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

His headless body rushed forward a few steps under the influence of inertia before it fell down with a "bang" and rolled down the mountain.

The sounds of shouting and fighting, the clash of weapons, and the mingling of swords echoed throughout the valley. Blades flashed, and blood splattered everywhere.

Shi Feiyang cleverly used the terrain and led the heroes in a desperate fight with the Japanese pirates.

Sometimes he led the crowd to charge, and sometimes he quickly retreated into the mountains, leaving the Japanese pirates confused.

He observed the pirates' formation, looking for flaws.

Suddenly, he found that the Japanese pirates' central army was in some chaos, and an idea came to his mind.

He shouted loudly: "Brothers, follow me and attack the center of the Japanese bandits!"

After saying that, he took the lead and rushed towards the center of the Japanese pirate army.

Seeing this, the heroes' morale was boosted, and they followed Shi Feiyang to rush towards the Japanese pirates' central army.

Shi Feiyang rushed into the Japanese pirates' formation like a sharp blade, and no one could stop him.

He performed the Mingyu Gong, and the true energy in his body circulated. The surrounding air was driven by his true energy, forming a powerful airflow.

With the help of this airflow, the power of his sword increased greatly, and every strike could cut off the weapons of the Japanese pirates.

When Qian Jing Taro saw Shi Feiyang rushing towards him, he became furious and rushed forward with his long sword in hand.

He used the Japanese pirates' sword technique of "slashing with the wind" with a ruthless move, and slashed towards Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang sneered and calmly blocked with his knife.

He observed Chii Taro's swordsmanship, and when he found a flaw, he suddenly stabbed out with his sword, heading straight for Itai Taro's chest.

Taro Itai dodged quickly, but was a little too slow and was stabbed in the chest by Shi Feiyang's Burmese knife. He fell backwards, blood splattered in the air, and died on the spot.

Under Shi Feiyang's leadership, the group successfully broke through the Japanese pirates' center. Seeing their center broken, the pirates immediately became disorganized and began to flee. Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity to pursue them, leading the group in a massive massacre.

At this time, Li Song led the Ming army out of Seoul, and together with Shi Feiyang and the heroes of Xiongyinghui, they formed a pincer attack on the Japanese pirates.

After a fierce battle, Shi Feiyang successfully ambushed an army of 30,000 Japanese pirates and won a great victory in Jishan.

On the battlefield, the bodies of the Japanese pirates lay all over the place, and their blood dyed the ground red.

Shi Feiyang is like a monument of perseverance, standing firmly on the battlefield where the smoke is still curling.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of fireworks mixed with the strong smell of blood, which penetrated into the nose and made people feel sick.

The bodies of the soldiers lay scattered on the bumpy ground, some of them were incomplete, some had hideous faces, and their blood spread on the land, dyeing the soil dark red, as if it were a sea of ​​blood ignited by the flames of war.

In the distance, several tents were still ablaze, tongues of flame licking the sky wantonly. Thick smoke billowed like a giant black dragon, surging into the sky and obscuring the sun. Occasionally, the neighing of war horses could be heard, the sound filled with pain and struggle, and seemed particularly mournful in the dead silence of the battlefield.

Shi Feiyang's deep gaze, like a sharp sword, slowly swept across the war-torn land, and then he let out a long sigh. This breath was filled with fatigue after enduring fierce battles, and even more so, it was wrapped in deep contemplation of the current dire situation.

His mind was as clear as a mirror. This victory, which was won with great difficulty, was like a bright lamp that suddenly lit up in the endless darkness, winning an extremely precious opportunity for the main force of the Ming army to enter Korea.

This was watered with the hot blood and even the lives of countless brave soldiers, and it is closely related to the direction of the entire war.

Shi Feiyang murmured to himself, "The soldiers risked their lives. I will not let this sacrifice go to waste. I will do my utmost for my country."

(End of this chapter)