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

Chapter 155: Journey to the Taihe River: Shi Feiyang's Plan and the Ripples of Love

However, the Ming army suffered a very tragic defeat in the Battle of Ulsan. The battlefield was littered with corpses and the earth was dyed red with blood. Countless brave soldiers died, and the army suffered heavy losses and was severely damaged.

This crushing blow plunged the already difficult battlefield situation into a quagmire of impasse, a stalemate from which it was difficult to escape. As the news arrived, the air was thick with the scent of blood and despair. The world was shrouded in a gloomy haze, with no sign of victory in sight.

Ulsan, nestled in the southeastern part of the Korean Peninsula, is surrounded by mountains. Its undulating terrain resembles a giant dragon lurking in the earth, its winding form concealing countless mysteries.

The winding outline seems to be a mysterious line engraved by time, and every bend seems to be telling an ancient story.

To the north and east of Ulsan, the mountains stretch endlessly, like a majestic Great Wall carved by nature.

These mountains are layered and winding, and the terrain is as complex as an intricate maze.

The mountain is covered with rugged rocks and steep cliffs, and the ravines between the mountains are deep and dark.

For the army, such terrain is undoubtedly a huge obstacle, greatly limiting the army's rapid movement and precise combat deployment.

Every valley may hide an enemy ambush; every mountain pass is like an insurmountable natural moat.

In this complex terrain, there are unpredictable variables hidden, which ruthlessly test the wisdom and decisiveness of the generals.

Only commanders with outstanding military talents and firm will can find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.

Shi Feiyang was full of worries, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were solemn.

He walked silently and steadily towards the mountain that was so high that it seemed to be connected to the sky.

He had a strong posture, firm and powerful steps, and every step he took was solid, as if he wanted to integrate the power of the earth into his body.

The deerskin bag around his waist, which is imperceptible to mortals, swayed gently with his steps, as if whispering the crucial role it was about to play.

When he reached the edge of the mountain, Shi Feiyang skillfully removed money, food, bows and arrows, and horses from his deerskin bag. These supplies, amidst this desperate situation filled with hardships and obstacles, were like a spark of hope leaping in the darkness, the key to turning the tide and changing his destiny.

They carried the hope of life and the dawn of victory. Every bag of food, every bow and arrow, every warhorse seemed to be radiating a brilliant light. After taking all the supplies, Shi Feiyang suddenly raised his head and called out to Xie Wen.

The voice was firm and powerful, like the ringing of a huge bell, echoing continuously in the empty and silent battlefield.

The sound startled several crows that were perched on the ruins.

They croaked and flapped their wings to fly away. Their shrill cries seemed like a wail for this cruel war.

Xie Wen hurried over. Shi Feiyang's face was solemn and serious, his tone filled with sincerity and urgency. "Xie Wen, go and inform General Li Song immediately. Tell him that I, Shi Feiyang, have prepared these money, food, bows and arrows, and horses specifically to aid the Ming army. The lives of the soldiers on the front lines are at stake. The success or failure of the war depends on this. These supplies are of vital importance. Be sure to have General Li Song and his troops come to collect them quickly. There is no time to lose!"

After a brief pause, Shi Feiyang's gaze grew more resolute as he continued, "Then, you will join General Li Song, lead the Ming army, and the warriors of our Xiongying Society, and immediately rush to Ulsan. The battle in Ulsan is now critical, and we must devote all our strength to supporting the Ming army in their bitter struggle. In the face of this national crisis, I, Shi Feiyang, am willing to devote everything I have, hoping to quickly repel the Japanese pirates, restore peace to our country, and protect the people's eternal peace!"

After hearing this, Xie Wen was filled with shock and admiration. He nodded heavily and quickly took the order and left.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang volunteered and gave an impassioned speech to everyone present: "I request to lead the disciples of the Xiongying Society as the vanguard. Although our Xiongying Society is not a regular army, our determination to defend our country is no less than anyone else. I am willing to lead the way and open up a bloody path for the Ming army, fulfill my mission with passion, and practice loyalty with action!" After that, Shi Feiyang led the team and headed towards the Taihe River.

His determined back, like a towering and unshakable mountain, demonstrates the great spirit of fearless courage and selfless dedication, which inspires infinite respect in everyone's hearts.

After learning about Shi Feiyang's actions, Li Song was deeply moved and couldn't help but sigh: "What Shi Daxia did is indeed a righteous act! He helped us with all his heart and without reservation, and he personally led his subordinates to charge into battle. Such a broad mind and selfless dedication is indeed a role model for us. We must fight bravely and live up to Shi Daxia's expectations! Shi Daxia took on the heavy responsibility of his country with his own strength and brought hope to our Ming army. His kindness will be unforgettable to us, and we will repay him with our death!" The disciples of the Xiongying Society watched Shi Feiyang's back gradually disappearing, and their respect and admiration for him grew deeper and deeper.

They silently swore in their hearts that they would follow Shi Feiyang and fight to the death for the peace of their country, no matter what.

The Taihe River is like a lively silver ribbon, winding across the vast land, sparkling and flashing with charming light.

As the sun shines, tiny rays of light sparkle on the surface of the river, as if countless tiny diamonds are jumping happily.

The river breeze whistled past, stirring up the river water, creating layers of ripples, and slapping the river bank, making a "rustling" sound, as if telling the vicissitudes and heroism that this land has experienced, as well as those unknown heroic deeds.

Along the riverbank, withered reeds trembled in the wind, their slender leaves rubbing against each other, making a rustling sound that added a touch of desolation and melancholy to the bleak atmosphere. In the distance, a few lonely trees stood crookedly, their dry branches like bony arms reaching towards the gray sky, as if praying for something in despair, or hoping for a glimmer of hope.

The Taihe River divides the region to a certain extent. The long river bank is like a natural barrier, becoming a solid line of defense against foreign invasion and safeguarding the tranquility of this land.

However, at this moment, the river was like a giant beast lying across the road ahead, becoming a huge obstacle to the army's movement, forcing everyone to carefully consider the difficult and dangerous problem of crossing the river and looking for possible breakthroughs.

Shi Feiyang stood upright by the river like a resolute god of war. The wind ripped at his clothes like a ferocious beast, making a rustling sound, but he remained motionless like a pine tree rooted to the earth.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, gazing firmly into the distance. Wisdom shone in his deep eyes, and he was repeatedly thinking in his mind how to lead everyone to overcome this natural obstacle and continue to move towards the other side of victory.

He exudes an innate dominance, as if everything in the world is under his control, and no difficulties or obstacles can stop him from moving forward.

He stood by the river, gazing deeply at the turbulent water.

The river water is like an angry dragon, rolling and roaring, telling the vicissitudes of history and the heroism of heroes.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were firm and deep, like a sharp sword that could penetrate the turbulent river water and look directly at the distant place on the other side that was full of unknowns and challenges.

In his eyes, although the river was dangerous, it could not become a chasm that blocked them. Instead, it inspired the fighting spirit and passion deep in his heart.

Shi Feiyang reached for the magical deerskin bag at his waist again, his movements graceful and confident. In an instant, boats appeared as if from a rift in the void of time and space, floating steadily on the river, awestruck by everyone present.

These vessels are exquisitely shaped, their hulls radiating an ancient and mysterious sheen, as if weathered by the passage of time and bearing countless legends. Like divine troops descended from the sky, they sit quietly moored by the river, silently awaiting the warriors about to embark on their journey.

Shi Feiyang gently raised his hand and stroked the side of the ship. His broad, powerful palm conveyed his cherishment of the ship and his anticipation and determination for the upcoming battle. He knew in his heart that these ships would be the key to their victory.

At this time, Lin Wanqing walked lightly to Shi Feiyang's side, her eyes full of tenderness and affection.

Despite the long journey and difficult conditions, she always stayed firmly by Shi Feiyang's side.

She raised her head slightly, looked at Shi Feiyang, and said softly, "Feiyang, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will always be by your side. You have the world in your heart, and you will surely lead us to defeat the Japanese pirates and restore peace to the world."

Shi Feiyang turned to look at her, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and said, "With you here, I have endless strength."

Soon, Li Song and disciples of the Ming army and Xiongying Society arrived.

When they saw the boat Shi Feiyang had prepared, they were filled with shock and gratitude. Li Song couldn't help but sigh, "Master Shi is truly thoughtful. He prepared the boat so early. It's truly a blessing for us. Such a broad mind is rare in the world!"

Everyone boarded the ships in an orderly manner. The warships that were about to set off carried everyone's hopes and beliefs.

The boat cut through the waves on the river, its bow splitting the water, splashing white waves and making a "rushing" sound. The sound seemed like a passionate war song, boosting morale for the upcoming battle.

Li Song and the other soldiers were all impressed by Shi Feiyang's broad mind as the ship sailed against the wind and waves. They did not expect that Shi Feiyang was so thoughtful and would prepare the boats early to allow the soldiers to cross the river smoothly for battle.

Where did these ships come from? They were secretly wondering in their hearts, but looking at Shi Feiyang standing on the bow like a god descending from heaven, they did not dare to ask him.

Shi Feiyang stood at the bow, his posture upright, his clothes fluttering, like a god of war, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

His presence seemed to give everyone a reassurance, making them firmly believe that as long as they followed him, they would surely achieve victory.

Everyone rushed towards Ulsan. The boat was moving very fast and the scenery on the shore passed by quickly like a slide show, which was dazzling.

As we approached Ulsan, the atmosphere of the battlefield became stronger.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, mixed with the strong smell of blood, making people feel suffocated.

Looking around, the land was devastated by the flames of war. The originally green grass had been scorched, and the black scorched earth was littered with broken weapons, broken flags, and severed limbs, which was a shocking sight.

In the distance, several villages were reduced to rubble. The ruins of houses swayed precariously in the wind, emitting wisps of smoke, silently denouncing the cruelty and ruthlessness of war. Occasionally, hundreds of corpses lay strewn along the roadside, their faces contorted, their eyes filled with fear and unwillingness. The blood on their bodies had long since dried, congealing into dark red patches on the ground, making it unbearable to look at.

These scenes are like a tragic painting, showing the hideous face of war.

Ulsan borders the Sea of ​​Japan and has a vast coastal plain.

This plain is flat and boundless, like a huge and flat chessboard, which is extremely conducive to the rapid assembly and all-round deployment of large-scale troops. It is an excellent place for large-scale battles.

However, precisely because of its flat terrain and lack of natural defensive barriers around it, under the cruel baptism of war, the defenders had to rely on artificial fortifications to strengthen their defense.

Looking back at the previous defeat of the Ming army here, it was largely due to the failure to fully and cleverly utilize the surrounding mountains, rivers and other terrain to make up for the shortcomings of plain defense, which led to a passive situation on the battlefield.

Shi Feiyang looked at the plain in front of him, secretly thinking about how to use the existing conditions to formulate a strategy to defeat the enemy, save the Ming army from defeat, and restore its strength.

Shi Feiyang held Lin Wanqing's hand tightly and stepped into the devastated Ulsan.

Along the way, traces of the raging war were everywhere, villages were burned down, and ruins were crumbling in the wind.

The common people were displaced, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

Ragged old men, clutching young children, huddled in a corner, shivering, their bony bodies ready to be devoured by the relentless flames of war. Young men stared into the distance with empty eyes, seemingly searching for hope in their lost lives.

The shadow of war hangs over the land like a dark cloud, ruthlessly depriving people of their peace and happiness.

Shi Feiyang witnessed all this and his sense of responsibility became stronger.

He exudes an innate domineering aura, determined to dispel the war and suffering in this world.

Although he was exhausted from the long journey, he did not take a rest and immediately took Lin Wanqing to find Li Song and the defeated general.

His expression was solemn, as if he held the fate of the entire world on his shoulders. He spoke earnestly and clearly, "My lords, the mountains and rivers here are natural advantages bestowed upon us by Heaven. We must carefully plan and skillfully utilize them to compensate for the deficiencies of the plains. Our most pressing task now is to construct solid fortifications. Furthermore, I would like to personally lead the disciples of the Xiongying Society to launch a surprise attack from behind the Japanese pirates. General Li will then lead the army to attack them from the front. Only in this way can we hope to turn this difficult war around and save the people trapped in the flames of war."

Shi Feiyang's voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the air like a huge bell, with an irresistible force, as if declaring in this cruel war that victory will belong to the side of justice.

This plan was like a dazzling ray of light that instantly penetrated the dark abyss, lighting a bright lamp for everyone and pointing out the direction to move forward. When Li Song heard this plan, his eyes suddenly lit up and his excitement was beyond words.

He stepped forward quickly, grasped Shi Feiyang's hand tightly with both hands, shook it vigorously, and said, "Master Shi, this plan is brilliant! With your help, our army will surely defeat the Japanese bandits and restore peace to the people!"

After saying that, he readily agreed to Shi Feiyang's battle plan without hesitation.

After making all the arrangements, Shi Feiyang led the Xiongying Society's members to temporarily rest in their respective tents.

After days of running around and fierce fighting, everyone was exhausted. Their legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every step was difficult.

Shi Feiyang turned and looked at Lin Wanqing, the domineering look in his eyes instantly transformed into endless tenderness. During this journey, when climbing mountains and wading through rivers, he always carried Lin Wanqing on his back without hesitation, using his strong back to shield her from the wind and rain, and to help her overcome difficulties and dangers.

He was well aware of the hardships along the way, and also understood how difficult it was for Lin Wanqing to be by his side, so he cherished and cared for her even more.

At this moment, he whispered to Lin Wanqing: "Let's go and rest too, you've worked hard."

Lin Wanqing walked lightly into the tent she and Shi Feiyang shared. The tent was simple yet cozy, with soft hay on the floor and a thick blanket draped over it, creating a small safe haven for them amidst the raging flames of war.

Some simple daily necessities were placed in a corner of the tent, and their weapons were hung next to them. The flashing cold weapons formed a sharp contrast with the warm atmosphere, constantly reminding them of the cruel reality of war.

She saw a huge bath tub inside and felt very strange.

The bathing tub exudes a faint woody fragrance, with clearly visible textures, carrying an air of peaceful time.

She frowned slightly, like willow leaves swaying in the spring wind. She looked at Shi Feiyang and asked softly, "Where did this big bathing tub come from?" Her voice was soft and melodious, like a yellow oriole singing in a valley, and it was particularly pleasant to hear in the slightly silent tent.

Shi Feiyang had a smile on his lips, and that smile was like the warm spring sun, warm and charming. He said mysteriously: "The secret cannot be revealed." After that, he blinked playfully, his eyes full of doting on Lin Wanqing.

Seeing his answer, Lin Wanqing sensibly stopped asking questions.

She looked at Shi Feiyang, her eyes full of love and trust, and that look seemed to be able to melt Shi Feiyang.

Afterwards, Lin Wanqing and Shi Feiyang walked slowly towards the bathing tub. Shi Feiyang reached out and gently grasped Lin Wanqing's hand, their fingers entwined like two tightly entwined vines, inseparable.

They slowly jumped into the big bathing tub, and the warm water in the tub rippled gently, just like their gentle and sweet mood at the moment.

Shi Feiyang gently lifted up the water and sprinkled it on Lin Wanqing's shoulders. The water droplets slid down her fair skin like crystal pearls.

Lin Wanqing also reached out to play with the water, and the splashing water sparkled with colorful light in the sunlight shining through the gaps in the tent.

The two of them were playing in the water. This loving pair of mandarin ducks was enjoying this rare and pleasant time.

Lin Wanqing lay on her back in Shi Feiyang's arms, feeling his warm and strong embrace, and was in the safest harbor.

She closed her eyes slightly, a sweet smile spreading across her lips, as charming as a blossoming flower. In these war-torn years, this moment of peace and happiness seemed especially precious. She knew that the man beside her cared deeply about his country and the world, possessing a broad mind and selfless compassion, willing to sacrifice everything for the Ming court and the people.

And how lucky she was to be in his arms and feel this love. She secretly vowed that no matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead was, she would hand in hand with Shi Feiyang, face it together, depend on each other through life and death, and never leave each other.

At three o'clock in the morning, the night was like a thick black paint, pressing down heavily on the earth, as if to swallow up everything in the world mercilessly. Everything was silent, with only the occasional sound of the wind, echoing in the dead night sky like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

Inside the tent, the light was dim and yellow. Shi Feiyang was lying on the ground on his side, while Lin Wanqing beside him was immersed in a dream.

Her face looked particularly peaceful in the dim light, her eyebrows were slightly relaxed, her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her cheeks, and her rosy lips were slightly raised, as if she felt happiness even in her dream.

Shi Feiyang stared at her, his eyes as gentle as the softest warm sunshine in spring. All the beauty in the world was gathered in this look.

He watched quietly for a long moment before he slowly reached out his hand, his movements as gentle as if he were touching the most precious and fragile treasure in the world, and carefully released Lin Wanqing from his arms. Every movement he made was extremely careful, even his breathing was unconsciously light, fearing that even the slightest movement would disturb her sweet dreams.

Then he quietly stood up and, in the dim light, dressed himself skillfully, relying on his familiar sense.

When he picked up the clothes, he moved slowly to avoid making noises from friction; when he tightened his belt, he was also meticulous and silent.

Every movement was carefully controlled and silent.

After finishing tidying up, he looked at Lin Wanqing deeply again, his eyes full of attachment, worry and endless love. He wanted to imprint her appearance deeply in his heart, and then he left the tent quietly and reluctantly.

Shi Feiyang walked briskly and steadily as he quickly headed towards the tents of Xie Wen, Liu Dayou and the others.

He came to the front of the tent, paused for a moment, adjusted his breathing, and then gently lifted the tent curtain.

Inside the tent, everyone was fast asleep, their breathing sounds coming and going.

He bent down and whispered everyone's name. Although his voice was soft, it carried an undeniable power. Everyone woke up in a daze, but their sleepy eyes were filled with a determined light. Even in their sleep, they were always ready to fight for justice and mission.

Soon, Shi Feiyang led three thousand of the Xiongying Society's disciples, like a group of well-trained night ghosts, stealthily gliding through the darkness and making a silent detour. Their figures loomed in the moonlight, their footsteps as light as a cat's, making almost no sound. They aimed directly at the pirate camp, preparing to launch a surprise attack.

On a late summer night in Ulsan, the moonlight is like water, gently sprinkling on the earth, as if covering everything in the world with a layer of mysterious silver gauze.

The breeze blows gently, carrying the unique fresh scent of the mountains and forests, mixed with the fragrance of soil and grass, and intertwined with the coolness of the night. If it were a normal day, it would definitely make people feel relaxed and happy.

However, at this moment, Shi Feiyang and others had no time to pay attention to the beautiful scenery. The only thing in their minds was the upcoming battle.

Shi Feiyang walked at the front of the team, looking ahead with a firm gaze.

There was coldness and determination in his eyes, and the enemy he was about to face was just an ant under his feet.

His posture was upright, his steps were steady, and every step he took was accompanied by a resolute rhythm, leading the crowd forward in the quiet night.

Their footsteps were deliberately kept low, almost blending into the quiet night. Only by listening carefully could one catch the slight rustling sound. Each person's face showed determination and resolve.

They knew very well that this night would determine the fate of countless people.

In the moonlight, their figures were like ghosts, moving quickly and stealthily between the mountains and forests. The moonlight shone on them through the gaps between the leaves, forming patches of mottled light and shadow, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity.

In the distance, the Taihe River, shimmering in the moonlight, resembles a silver ribbon winding across the land. The water gently laps against the banks, making subtle sounds that tell stories of the past.

Occasionally, the cries of night birds can be heard from the reeds by the river. The sound is ethereal and long, adding a bit of silence and mystery to the night.

As Shi Feiyang moved forward, he was secretly planning in his mind. His thoughts were like a sophisticated machine, running rapidly.

He carefully observed the surrounding terrain, calculated the marching route, and thought about how to maximize his own advantages in this raid and deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

In this tense strategic layout, his deep affection for Lin Wanqing was like the breeze on the banks of the Taihe River, blowing gently and bringing a touch of warmth and tenderness.

He was well aware of the danger of this operation, so he resolutely did not bring Lin Wanqing with him. He wanted to leave the hope of life to his beloved woman, and would never back down even if he faced more dangers.

Lin Wanqing slowly woke up in the tent. She subconsciously reached out to touch Shi Feiyang beside her, but found that there was nothing but coldness beside her.

She suddenly opened her eyes and looked around. In the dim light, she found that Shi Feiyang was gone.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and a feeling of uneasiness came over her. She quickly stood up, dressed, and walked out of the tent.

At this time, it was quiet outside, with only a breeze blowing, rustling the tent.

She saw Qin Yuanyao walking out of the tent not far away, with worry and anxiety on her face.

The two looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts. Lin Wanqing quickly walked to Qin Yuanyao's side, reached out and supported her slightly bulging belly, and said with concern: "Yuanyao, let's go find them together."

Qin Yuanyao nodded firmly, with a determined light in her eyes.

So, Lin Wanqing, together with the pregnant Qin Yuanyao, led the few remaining disciples of the Xiongying Society and resolutely embarked on a journey to find Shi Feiyang and the Xiongying Society's main force.

They struggled forward in the dark. The road was bumpy and bumpy, sometimes climbing uphill and sometimes wading through streams.

Lin Wanqing held Qin Yuanyao tightly, supporting each other in the wind and rain.

The rain soaked their clothes and the muddy road made their steps heavy, but they did not retreat at all.

Whenever Qin Yuanyao felt tired, Lin Wanqing always encouraged her softly and gave her strength.

They have only one belief in their hearts, that is, to live with their men and die with their men.

They walked resolutely in the darkness, their figures seemed so small in the wind and rain, yet so determined to fight this cruel fate to the end. Soon, they quietly arrived near the Japanese pirate camp.

Shi Feiyang stopped, made a gesture to silence the disciples behind him, and then carefully observed the situation in the camp.

Inside the camp, most of the Japanese pirates were asleep, with only a few patrolling soldiers occasionally walking by, their torches swaying in the night wind.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath and prayed in his heart that Lin Wanqing and Qin Yuanyao would be safe and sound. At the same time, he also strengthened his determination to win.

Shi Feiyang stood in the dark night, his eyes as sharp as torches, as if he could penetrate the thick darkness and see through every movement of the enemy.

He stood tall and straight, emanating a chilling aura of majesty, like a god of war descended upon the earth, controlling the fate of this battle. He raised his hand slightly, and in a deep yet powerful voice, a voice that seemed to emanate from the depths of hell, uttered an unquestionable determination: "Action!"

Upon receiving the order, "Eagle Detective" Xie Wen suddenly flashed, like a wisp of smoke drifting in the breeze, and instantly disappeared into the night.

He displayed the "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke Skill" and his entire body seemed to blend perfectly with the air of the dark night, leaving no trace.

His figure was looming in the moonlight, like an illusory shadow, sneaking silently towards the Japanese pirates' camp.

After Xie Wen sneaked into the military camp, he moved between the tents like a ghost.

His movements were light and agile, and each step was taken with extreme precision, without making any sound.

He didn't know when he had more than a dozen torches in his hands. His eyes were as fast as lightning and quickly locked onto a tent.

In this silent night, he gently shook the tinder, and with a "clang", a faint flame instantly ignited. The flame swayed in the darkness, but contained endless destructive power.

More than a dozen torches were lit.

Xie Wen threw the torches at the Japanese pirates' camp without hesitation.

With a "whoosh", the tent was instantly ignited, and the raging fire quickly devoured the tent like a greedy beast.

The fire spread rapidly with the night wind, and the crackling sound of burning was endless.

In a blink of an eye, the entire Japanese pirate camp was engulfed in flames.

Flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the dark night sky like daylight. Thick smoke billowed up into the sky, like giant black dragons rolling wildly in the night sky.

The Japanese pirates were awakened by the sudden fire and immediately fell into chaos.

They were in a panic in their sleep, some were in dishevel, and some were holding weapons but looked confused.

Shouts, screams, and curses mixed together, and the entire military camp fell into chaos.

At this time, Shi Feiyang and Liu Dayu led the 3,000 disciples of the Xiongying Society and rushed into the enemy camp like a group of tigers coming down the mountain.

Shi Feiyang activated the "Ming Yu Gong" and a biting chill instantly spread out from him.

It seemed as if countless tiny ice crystals condensed in the air in an instant, making a slight "cracking" sound.

The temperature around dropped sharply, and a thick layer of frost quickly condensed on the ground. The originally green grass and trees were instantly covered by frost in this extreme cold. The leaves quickly turned yellow and withered, making a rustling sound, as if groaning in pain.

Shi Feiyang used the "Hundred Victories Sword Technique" in his hand, and the sword light flashed, just like a cold moon dancing in the night sky, emitting a cold light.

Every time the sword was swung, it was accompanied by a low whistling sound. The whistling sound seemed to be able to tear the air apart, carrying a tremendous force, as if it was going to kill all the evil in the world.

Wherever the knife wind went, deep grooves were left on the ground, and mud splashed, making "puff puff" sounds.

At the same time, Liu Dayou unleashed his legendary "Two-Finger Zen" technique. He extended his index fingers forward, their tips gleaming with a cold light, like two incredibly sharp blades. Each thrust unleashed a sharp, piercing wind, emitting a sharp, hissing sound that pierced the air.

Wherever the wind blows, shallow traces are left on the surrounding trees.

Among the Japanese pirates, brave generals such as Iguchi Chitsugu, Takeda Ibara, Yamada Nobuo, Takeo Chihisa, Ito Taro, and Aoi Fuka reacted quickly.

The eyes of the Japanese pirates, such as Yamada Nofu, Takeo Chihisa, Ito Taro, Aoi Fuka, and Iguchi Chitose, instantly turned red, like mad beasts, roaring from their mouths.

They brandished their Japanese swords, each performing the terrifying "Wind-Facing Sword Slash" move, and rushed towards Shi Feiyang with an indomitable momentum.

The knife flashed like lightning across the night sky, and the wind from the knife whistled, blowing the dust on the ground into the air, with a rustling sound that could be heard everywhere.

Takeda Ibaraki used the "Fuso Sword Technique", and the sword flowers flashed and were impenetrable.

Every time the sword was thrust out, it was at a tricky angle, the sword body cut through the air, making a "hissing" sound, making it impossible to defend against.

Shi Feiyang and other powerful Japanese pirates such as Yamada Nofu, Takeo Chihisa, Ito Taro, Aoi Fuka, and Iguchi Chitose instantly fought together.

Shi Feiyang used the "Ice Edge Catapult" skill from the "Ming Yu Gong". He danced his hands quickly, and countless sharp ice edges condensed in the air in an instant, and swooshed towards the Japanese pirates.

The icicles brought a biting coldness, freezing the air wherever they went.

Japanese pirate generals including Chitose Iguchi, Norio Yamada, Chihisa Takeo, Taro Ito, and Aoi Fuka felt a bone-chilling chill coming at them, their entire bodies shivering and their movements slowing down.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the situation and performed the "Golden Dragon Claw" move from the "Hundred Victories Sword Technique". The Burmese knife in his hand drew a graceful and deadly arc in the air, and the knife light flashed like a crescent moon passing through the night sky.

The knife swept across towards Jingkou Qianqin and others with a sharp blade wind and tremendous force.

Seeing this, Iguchi Chiqin and others were shocked. They had never encountered such a powerful opponent.

They hurriedly waved their Japanese swords to resist, and heard a few loud "clang clang clang" sounds, sparks flew, and the sound of swords colliding echoed in the night sky.

However, Shi Feiyang's attack was continuous like a storm.

He turned around and performed a move called "Raging Sea" from the "Hundred Victories Sword Technique". The Burmese sword spun rapidly in his hand, and the sword light turned into a dazzling halo, covering Takeo Chihiro.

Takeo Chihiro was terrified and tried to dodge, but Shi Feiyang's sword was too fast and he only had time to raise his Japanese sword to block.

With a "click", Takeo Chihyu's Japanese sword was actually cut off by Shi Feiyang's Burmese sword. Then, Shi Feiyang's sword came down and cut a long wound on Takeo Chihyu's body. Blood gushed out instantly. Takeo Chihyu let out a scream, fell to the ground, and died miserably.

Seeing this, the other Japanese pirates were even more terrified, but they were still unwilling to accept defeat. They swung their Japanese swords even more fiercely, trying to suppress Shi Feiyang with their large numbers.

Shi Feiyang showed no fear at all. His whole body was emitting the cold energy of "Ming Yu Gong", freezing the surrounding air into an icy mist.

In the icy mist, his figure loomed, like a ghost. He continued to display his "Hundred Victories Sword Technique", each sword strike carrying great power and exquisite moves, and launched a thrilling fight with the Japanese pirates.

(End of this chapter)