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

Chapter 156: Dragon's Shadow: Shi Feiyang's Record of Suppressing Bandits and Rebellion

In the thrilling and fierce duel between Liu Dayou and Takeda Tsukasa, Liu Dayou unleashed his legendary "Two-Finger Zen" technique, renowned throughout the martial arts world for its unwavering power, enough to draw the gazes of countless warriors with awe. At that moment, Liu Dayou resembled a wrathful Vajra, his aura radiating with imposing force. His index fingers extended forward, their tips gleaming with a chilling, icy light as if condensed from cold stars.

Every time he thrust his finger, it was like a mountain pressing down on one's head, carrying with it the force of thunder, accurately and without error, piercing Takeda Tsukasa's vital parts.

The finger wind whistled past, making a sharp "hissing" sound. The sound was like a sharp blade cutting steel, ruthlessly tearing the air in the night sky apart. The surrounding space seemed to be slightly distorted by the sharp finger wind.

Facing Liu Dayu's overwhelming onslaught, Takeda Tsutomu showed no sign of weakness. He brandished his longsword, unleashing the exquisite Fuso sword technique. His movements were agile, his blade shimmering and impenetrable, his blade hissing like a nimble silver snake, weaving back and forth through the air. The exquisiteness of his swordplay was dazzling, a breathtaking spectacle, awe-inspiring in its mastery.

However, in front of Liu Dayu's fierce and sharp "Two-Finger Zen", although Takeda Tsukasa's swordsmanship was exquisite, it gradually seemed powerless.

Liu Dayou's finger wind narrowly missed Takeda Tsu's wrist several times. The powerful force made his palm numb, his arm ached, and the sword in his hand almost slipped out of his hand. Takeda Tsu groaned inwardly, his eyes wide with disbelief. He could never have imagined that this seemingly ordinary man in front of him actually possessed such astonishing martial arts.

Liu Dayu's "Two-Finger Zen" is not only extremely powerful, but also has many variations and endless moves, which makes him feel unprecedented pressure, as if he is in the middle of a storm and unable to withstand it.

Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang was engaged in a desperate battle with other Japanese pirate commanders, while the 3,000 disciples of the Xiongying Society, under the command of Xie Wen, sprang into action. Like a well-trained elite force, their every movement betrayed unparalleled coordination and rich combat experience. Under Xie Wen's leadership, the disciples' gazes were resolute, filled with fearless courage.

They moved with skill, quickly drawing their bows and arrows in unison, their bowstrings taut, ready to fire. Following a deep and powerful command, "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," thousands of arrows were unleashed, raining down on the Japanese pirate camp.

Each arrow carries deadly power, drawing streaks of cold light in the air and pointing directly at the enemy's vital points.

Arrows cut through the night sky with sharp whistling sounds. Wherever they went, the Japanese pirates were hit by arrows and let out shrill screams.

These screams echoed in the night sky, like the wails of evil spirits, which was creepy and chilling.

At this time, the Japanese pirate camp was still being ravaged by fire. The flames shot up into the sky, dyeing the entire night sky blood red.

The blazing flames intertwined with the rain of arrows, creating a scene of utter horror, as if the gates of hell had been opened, and demons had descended upon the earth. The pirates' tents collapsed amid the blaze, and the crackling sound of burning wood, accompanied by the pirates' cries and groans of pain, made one sigh at the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

After firing a hail of arrows, the three thousand disciples of the Xiongying Society fully utilized the martial arts experts' expertise in assassination.

They were agile and swift, like a group of cheetahs, and quickly rushed into the Japanese pirate camp.

The daggers in their hands flashed coldly, appearing and disappearing in the darkness.

The disciples skillfully shuttled among the Japanese pirates who were running around everywhere, and every time they attacked, they accurately stabbed the pirates' vital parts.

Some pirates had their throats slit by sharp blades before they could utter a sound, falling silently to the ground; others, stabbed in the chest with daggers, fell slowly to the ground with their eyes wide open and faces filled with terror. The disciples' movements were clean and smooth, without the slightest delay.

They thrived in the chaotic battlefield and caught the Japanese pirates off guard.

Under the multiple attacks of fire, rain of arrows and assassinations by disciples, the Japanese pirates suffered heavy casualties and the camp was in chaos.

They fled in all directions like headless flies, completely losing the ability to resist, and could only wait for death in fear and despair.

The ground was covered with the corpses and blood of Japanese pirates. The blood was particularly glaring under the light of the fire, dyeing the earth a dark red.

This night attack was like a nightmare, causing the Japanese pirates to pay a heavy price. It also highlighted the bravery and fearlessness of the 3,000 disciples of the Xiongying Society under the leadership of Xie Wen.

Shi Feiyang stood in the smoke of war, his aura surging like a raging sea.

His eyes were like a pair of burning candles, shining brightly in the dark night. They were fixed on Jingkou Qianqin, and his eyes were full of deep disgust for the atrocities committed by the Japanese pirates. The hatred was so strong that it wanted to burn everything in front of him to ashes.

At this moment, he activated the Mingyu Gong, and a bone-chilling chill spread wildly with him as the center. The air around him was instantly frozen, making a slight crisp "crackling" sound. A thick layer of frost quickly condensed on the ground. The grass and trees instantly turned yellow and withered under this extreme cold, turning into powder.

The Burmese knife in Shi Feiyang's hand, with the blessing of Mingyu Gong, emitted a faint blue light, just like an ice dragon about to awaken.

He swung his sword violently, and with a "swish" sound, a cold light carrying endless murderous intent and icy air broke through the wind. It was as fast as lightning, and wherever it passed, the air was cut by the sharp blade, leaving a visible distortion mark.

Iguchi Chiqin had no time to react at all, he only felt a biting chill instantly invading his body.

Immediately afterwards, a heart-wrenching pain came from the arm.

With a "crack", his arm broke instantly as if it had been wrapped in ice for a thousand years and then hit by a heavy hammer. The broken arm flew out with warm blood, drawing a shocking blood line in the air.

This scene was like a horrible nightmare, which made every Japanese pirate present tremble with fear, and the chill ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

Iguchi Chikin let out a shrill, desperate scream, a sound so sharp and desperate it seemed to rip the night sky apart, echoing across the battlefield for a long time. The Japanese sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he fell to his knees helplessly, his eyes filled with fear and pleading.

Shi Feiyang faced the evil enemy without any mercy or hesitation.

He took advantage of the moment when the extreme coldness released by Mingyu Gong enveloped the enemy and suddenly stood up, his clothes rustling in the strong wind, and let out a heart-shaking roar: "Today is the day you die!"

The roar was like the sound of thunder, shaking the surrounding air. He raised the Burmese knife high in his hand. A thin layer of ice condensed on the blade, flashing with a cold light. Carrying a thousand pounds of force, he slashed down at the wellhead Qianqin with incredible swiftness.

The momentum seemed to split the entire night sky in two and completely cut off all the evil in the world.

As the sharp knife fell, Jingkou Qianqin's head was separated from his body in an instant. With a "thump", the headless body fell heavily to the ground, and blood gushed out like a turbulent spring, instantly dyeing the surrounding frost-covered land red, forming a bloody and cruel picture.

The bright red blood quickly coagulated on the icy ground, like a bunch of blooming blood-red plum blossoms.

Japanese pirates such as Yamada Farmer, Ito Taro, and Aoi Fuka witnessed this scene and were filled with panic.

They only felt that Shi Feiyang in front of them was like a demon walking out from the depths of hell, emitting a terrifying aura.

They just wanted to escape from this scene filled with the smell of death as soon as possible. Their legs trembled uncontrollably and they turned around and ran.

How could Shi Feiyang let these evil Japanese pirates escape? His eyes were wide open with anger, as if they were about to spit fire, and he shouted: "Want to escape? No one will leave alive today!" This voice was like the ringing of a bell, echoing on the battlefield, making the fleeing Japanese pirates feel cold.

Before he finished speaking, Shi Feiyang tapped his foot and, like a flash of black lightning, rushed out, carrying the biting chill of the Mingyu Gong, and charged straight at the farmer. The Burmese knife in his hand traced an arc through the air, making a whirring sound. The blade whistled with an icy aura, and wherever it passed, the frost on the ground was lifted, revealing deep scratches.

The knife went straight for the farmer Yamada's waist, trying to cut him in half.

Farmer Yamada panicked and raised his Japanese sword to block the blow. With a loud clang, sparks flew, like two meteors colliding violently in the night sky. He felt an overwhelming force, his arms instantly numb, and the sword in his hand almost slipped out.

At the same time, the chill of Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong penetrated into his body along the blade.

He felt as if all the blood in his body was about to solidify and his limbs became stiff.

Shi Feiyang seized the moment when the farmer was unsteady and twisted his wrist, suddenly changing the direction of his blade. With a swish, the blade, carrying a sharp chill and ferocious force, slashed through the farmer's neck. Blood splattered everywhere, and the farmer's throat gurgled as if in a final struggle before slowly collapsing. His life quietly faded in the cold night wind, his body quickly covered in frost.

Seeing this, Ito Taro and Aoi Fuka were so frightened that they turned pale and turned around to run away desperately.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and the sound seemed to freeze the air. He exerted force on his feet and appeared behind Ito Taro like a ghost in an instant.

Shi Feiyang raised the Burmese knife in his hand high, roared "Ah", and with full of anger and the icy power of Mingyu Gong, he slashed fiercely at Jingtaro's back.

With a crack, a deep gash appeared on Itotaro's back. Flesh and skin twitched, blood gushed out, and the heat instantly turned into a white mist in the cold air. He let out a scream and fell forward. After convulsing for a moment, he died, ending his sinful life.

His body was quickly enveloped by the chill of Ming Yu Gong and gradually became stiff.

Shi Feiyang gripped the Burmese knife tightly, his eyes sharp as torches as he turned and stared at Aoi Fuka.

At this moment, Aoi Fuka was so scared that she collapsed to the ground, her body trembling as if she had lost all her strength.

Shi Feiyang approached step by step, each step firm and powerful. The sound of his footsteps was like the heavy footsteps of death, foreshadowing the coming end. As he approached, the temperature around him dropped sharply, and frost spread across the ground, crawling towards Aoi.

Shi Feiyang walked up to Aoi Fuka, his eyes revealing deep disgust and firm determination.

Without any hesitation, he raised the Burmese knife in his hand and stabbed it into Aoi Fuka's chest.

With a muffled "puff" sound, blood slowly flowed along the blade like a scarlet stream.

Aoi Fuka fell on his back like a rolling log, rolling to the depths of the valley. His life also disappeared, and under the cover of ice and frost, he gradually merged with the cold earth.

Shi Feiyang gripped the Burmese knife tightly, watching the chaotic scene before him, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided.

He knew very well that only by completely eliminating these Japanese pirates could lasting peace be brought to this land and its people.

Then, wielding his icy Burmese sword, Shi Feiyang charged into the enemy camp, hacking and slashing with abandon. Each swing of his sword carried the chilling power of Mingyu Gong and the fierce, ruthless intensity of Baisheng Sword Technique, accurately taking the life of a Japanese pirate.

Wherever he went, blood splattered, the heads of the Japanese pirates were chopped off from time to time, and their bodies were covered with ice.

His movements were swift and deadly, and every swing of his sword was accompanied by the enemy's screams and spurts of blood.

In this bloody battle, Shi Feiyang became a nightmare in the eyes of the Japanese pirates. His name will be remembered forever on this land. As a guardian and hero, his heroic deeds will be passed down from generation to generation.

Liu Dayou, like an unyielding god of war, exudes an awe-inspiring aura, vividly displaying his indomitable courage and immense strength. During the fierce battle with Takeda Tsukasa, his sharp eyesight allowed him to keenly detect Takeda Tsukasa's fatal weakness.

At this moment, Liu Dayou's eyes suddenly became as sharp as an eagle, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he displayed his unique skills that shocked the world without hesitation.

His two fingers were like two unsheathed swords, stabbing out with lightning speed, accompanied by a whistling wind.

This blow, as fast as lightning and as accurate as a divine arrow, instantly and accurately hit Takeda Tsutomu's throat, piercing through his carefully constructed defense. Takeda Tsutomu's eyes instantly widened like bells, and his face was filled with shock and disbelief.

He couldn't believe that this seemingly ordinary opponent could see through his weakness in such a short time and give him a fatal blow. However, the wheel of fate would not stop for anyone.

At this fatal blow, Takeda Tsukasa's life force quickly dimmed, and his body fell heavily to the ground like a fallen tree, raising a cloud of dust. His eyes instantly lost their luster, and he breathed no more, dying.

As these brave generals fell one after another, the pirates' fighting spirit collapsed instantly. Their eyes, which were once as fierce as wolves and tigers, now only contained endless fear and despair.

At this moment, Li Song, from a distance, keenly noticed the unusual situation of flames rising from the enemy camp. With a stern expression, he waved his hand without hesitation and led the warriors of the Ming army to charge towards the enemy camp like a whirlwind.

Their figures appeared particularly heroic in the light of the fire, their weapons flashing with a cold gleam as they mercilessly slaughtered the fleeing Japanese pirates. For a moment, the cries of killing and the clash of weapons intertwined, playing a melody of victory.

This thrilling night attack ended with the glorious victory of Shi Feiyang, Li Song and others.

As the morning light began to break, the morning glow on the horizon was like a gorgeous painting, dyeing the sky a crimson glow. The vibrant color intertwined with the mottled bloodstains on the ground and the countless corpses of Japanese pirates, forming a magnificent scene that was both tragic and full of the atmosphere of victory.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was the unique smell after the battle, constantly reminding people of the cruelty and hardship of this battle.

Shi Feiyang stood like a towering mountain on the battlefield filled with smoke and blood.

His eyes were deep and solemn. Looking at everything in front of him, there was deep mourning for his deceased comrades. It seemed that his eyes could travel through time and space and talk to those soldiers who died heroically. There was also satisfaction with the fruits of victory. He knew that this victory was hard-won and was paid for with the blood and lives of countless warriors.

In his heart, he has both a yearning for peace and a deep worry about the future.

At this moment, the soldiers of the Ming army were busy cleaning up the battlefield. They looked solemn as they dragged away the bodies of the killed Japanese pirates one by one.

The injured soldiers were slowly sent to the rear for treatment with the warm and strong support of their comrades.

Under the morning light, the entire battlefield gradually returned to calm. Only the occasional bird calls, crisp and melodious, seemed to be cheering for the victory, breaking the silence on the battlefield.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, and the smell of blood in the air made him more sober.

He turned and looked into the distance, which was the direction of Taihe River.

The river water shimmers in the morning light, like a silver ribbon winding its way.

Shi Feiyang thought to himself that although he had won the battle, the threat of the Japanese pirates had not been completely eliminated.

They are like poisonous snakes hiding in the darkness, and they may come back at any time to continue to create disasters in this land. Therefore, Shi Feiyang must continue to plan strategies to resist the enemy and ensure that the people in this land can live and work in peace.

Thinking of this, a hint of determination flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, and that look was like a burning flame, illuminating his way forward.

In the morning light, the smoke gradually dissipated, leaving only a deathly silence on the battlefield.

The Ming army soldiers began to collect scattered weapons and various spoils.

Shi Feiyang stood tall, his figure as straight as a pine tree, his gaze deep into the distance. He felt both the joy of victory, a testament to his own and his comrades' efforts, and a deep worry about the future. He knew that the victory of this night raid was only temporary; to completely eliminate the Japanese pirates, he would need to put in more effort and apply more wisdom.

He looked back at Li Song and Lin Wanqing beside him, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Li Song's eyes were firm, full of determination for future battles; Lin Wanqing's eyes were gentle, full of concern and support for Shi Feiyang.

The sun gradually rose, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on the battlefield, bringing a touch of warmth and hope to this land that was once full of killing.

The sunlight shines on Shi Feiyang, outlining his tall and majestic figure, as if it has been coated with a layer of sacred light.

The Ming army soldiers also began to pack their luggage and prepare to move forward.

They carefully checked their equipment, ensuring that every weapon was sharp and gleaming with a cold light; every piece of armor was strong and intact, able to withstand the enemy's attacks.

The journey along the Taihe River continued, however, suddenly news came that Bozhou Tusi Yang Yinglong openly rebelled against the Ming court.

This news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly shattering the originally peaceful atmosphere of the march and making everyone's heart hang in the balance.

Yang Yinglong committed all sorts of atrocities, burning, killing, looting, and plundering in Guizhou, Sichuan, and other regions. He brought devastation to the people wherever he went, causing immense destruction. The people were displaced, their cries deafening, and the entire region was plunged into chaos and despair.

Upon hearing the news, Li Song walked up to Shi Feiyang with a serious expression.

He looked at Shi Feiyang, his eyes filled with earnestness and expectation, and said, "Shi, the situation is critical now, and the Ming court needs your help. The Bozhou Rebellion has arrived, and the people are in dire straits. I implore you to go to Bozhou and assist my brother Li Hualong. This war to resist the Japanese invaders and aid Korea is by no means a one-day or one-night stand; it is destined to be a protracted war. The road ahead is still long. Please go to Bozhou to help first, and then return to Korea to fight the enemy later."

Li Song's words were full of helplessness and trust. He knew very well that Shi Feiyang was a master of martial arts and wisdom, and was the key figure in quelling the rebellion.

After listening to this, Shi Feiyang frowned slightly, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

But soon, his eyes became firm and bold, and he said loudly without hesitation: "General Li, rest assured. Since I, Shi Feiyang, have devoted myself to serving my country, how could I be afraid of any difficulties or obstacles! The affairs of Bozhou are related to the safety of the people and the prosperity of the court. I will definitely give my all!"

His voice was firm and powerful, like the sound of a huge bell, echoing in the air, showing his natural dominance and chivalrous spirit.

After saying this, he turned to look at Lin Wanqing, his eyes filled with tenderness and apology. Lin Wanqing nodded slightly, giving him firm support.

So, Shi Feiyang joined hands with Lin Wanqing, led Liu Dayu, Xie Wen and other heroes as well as three thousand disciples, left Ulsan and returned to Liaodong.

Their group marched forward in the direction of Bozhou like an unstoppable torrent.

Their figures appear particularly firm under the sunlight. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, they will move forward bravely. For the peace of the Ming Dynasty and the happiness of the people, they will face the upcoming challenges at all costs.

In early autumn in Liaodong, the sky is as clear as a mirror, its azure blue almost transparent, like a giant sapphire embedded in the heavens. The sun pours down unreservedly, bringing wisps of warmth and gently caressing the earth.

The breeze is like a lively elf, dancing between heaven and earth, bringing the coolness unique to early autumn and dispelling the remaining heat of summer. The wind is also mixed with the faint fragrance of grass and trees, which is refreshing.

The land of Liaodong, meticulously adorned in early autumn, resembles a tranquil and magnificent pastoral painting. Vast expanses of golden rice paddies, caressed by the gentle breeze, sway in layers upon layers of waves, resembling a golden ocean, shimmering and sparkling with dazzling light.

In the rice fields, farmers wearing straw hats, bent over, and waving sickles in their hands vigorously, are busy harvesting the ripe rice.

Their faces were filled with the joy of harvest, and their smiles were as bright as the sun, telling of the harvest from a year's hard work.

The mountains in the distance undulate, layer upon layer, like a sleeping dragon. The colors of autumn, like a magical painter, paint the mountains in a dazzling array of colors. Red like fire, the maple leaves swaying gracefully in the autumn breeze; yellow like gold, the ginkgo leaves gleaming in the sun; green like jade, the pines and cypresses remain lush and green, adding a touch of vitality and vibrancy to the autumn scenery.

The path in the mountains is winding like a thin ribbon, appearing and disappearing among the mountains and forests, leading to the unknown distance.

In the mountains and forests, birds fly happily among the branches and leaves, and occasionally their clear and melodious chirping sounds can be heard. The sound is like lively notes, jumping and echoing in the air, adding a bit of vitality to this quiet autumn day.

Shi Feiyang and his entourage rode their steeds, galloping like lightning along the Liaodong official road. The resounding, crisp clatter of hooves blended with the tranquil autumn air, creating a stirring melody. Their swift movements resembled an unstoppable cavalry, raising clouds of dust wherever they went, their momentum unfurling, a testament to their unwavering and heroic spirit.

Along the way, they witnessed a scene of peaceful and prosperous life, with people living and working in peace and contentment. Busy figures in the fields formed harmonious scenes. In the villages, children played and laughed in the fields, chasing each other, their laughter echoing throughout the village. Elderly people sat outside their doors, leisurely basking in the sun, chatting and enjoying the quiet afternoon, presenting a peaceful and tranquil rural scene.

Shi Feiyang took in the scene before him, pondering to himself: the Bozhou rebellion was like a cancer; if it spread, it would have far-reaching consequences for Liaodong and even the entire Ming Dynasty. His eyes revealed both determination and worry as he pondered how he could, while simultaneously assisting Li Hualong in suppressing the rebellion and contributing to the war against Japanese invaders and aiding Korea, safeguard the peace of this land and the well-being of its people.

Lin Wanqing was like a blooming flower, silently accompanying Shi Feiyang.

The two rode side by side, their minds connected, able to read each other's thoughts without words.

During the long journey, they supported each other. Lin Wanqing sometimes looked at Shi Feiyang gently, her eyes full of love and trust; Shi Feiyang occasionally reached out to smooth Lin Wanqing's hair that was messed up by the wind, his movements were gentle and affectionate, showing the tenderness of this tough guy.

They faced the upcoming challenges together, and their love for each other grew deeper during this difficult journey.

Shi Feiyang and Xie Wen escorted Liu Dayou, Qin Yuanyao, and Lin Wanqing on a long and arduous journey before finally arriving at the Liaodong Eagle Rock branch. This was an extremely dangerous location, with cliffs so steep that they looked as if they had been cut straight by a divine blade, making them daunting.

The mountains are towering into the clouds, majestic and spectacular. They stand there proudly, like a huge eagle ready to take off and fly high, guarding this ancient and mysterious land with its majestic momentum.

The breeze blows gently, bringing the coolness and freshness of early autumn, as if whispering the story of this place.

The sunlight shines through the clouds, dappling onto the cliffs like silk threads, making the traces carved by time more clear.

The rock formations on the cliffs were crisscrossed, like a history book recording history. Shi Feiyang and his companions stood in front of the rudder, gazing at the magnificent scene before them, and could not help but feel awe, shocked by the wonders of nature.

In the mountains and forests, Shi Feiyang and Lin Wanqing spent several sweet days together.

On the steep Eagle Rock, they enjoyed romance and love.

Under the Eagle's Beak Rock, the waterfall falls from the sky like a pure white silver chain. The roaring sound of the water is like thousands of troops galloping, adding a bit of mystery and grandeur to their love.

Shi Feiyang and Lin Wanqing snuggled up to each other. Shi Feiyang gently hugged Lin Wanqing and told her strange stories in the martial arts world. Lin Wanqing leaned in Shi Feiyang's arms, a happy smile on her face, and occasionally tidied Shi Feiyang's clothes.

They admired the beauty of the mountains together, greeted the first rays of sunshine together in the morning, and watched the sunset together in the evening, enjoying the rare tranquility and warmth. In this peaceful world, they temporarily forgot the cruelty of war, leaving only the sincere and deep feelings between them.

However, good times are always short-lived. When Shi Feiyang received a pigeon message from the Xiongying Society's southwest branch, informing him that the rebellion in Bozhou was becoming increasingly serious, he had to temporarily put aside this sweet time and set out on his journey again.

At the time of parting, Shi Feiyang held Lin Wanqing's hand tightly. His hand was broad and warm, conveying determination and reluctance.

His eyes were filled with deep affection and determination. He stared at Lin Wanqing and said, "Wanqing, I will put down the rebellion as soon as possible and return to spend the rest of my life with you."

Lin Wanqing nodded with tears in her eyes. She was well aware of Shi Feiyang's responsibilities and obligations.

She nestled in Shi Feiyang's arms affectionately, holding him tightly with both hands, as if to merge him into her body, and whispered: "Feiyang, you must return safely. I will wait for you day and night."

After saying that, she threw herself into Shi Feiyang's arms again, tears welling up in her eyes, and she was deeply reluctant to see Shi Feiyang leave.

As the elder who teaches martial arts of Xiongying Society, the head of Jishiditang and the leader of Yingzuiyan branch, Lin Wanqing shoulders the heavy responsibility of all branches in Liaodong.

Although her heart is filled with concern for Shi Feiyang, she still fights back tears and shows a strong side. Not only does she possess superb medical skills, she is a versatile medical expert who treats the sick and wounded for the common people and the martial arts community; she is also a gentle and chivalrous woman who makes friends in the martial arts world and upholds justice and peace in the Liaodong martial arts community.

Shi Feiyang and Xie Wen walked away gradually amid Lin Wanqing's tears of reluctance, and their figures gradually disappeared at the end of the winding mountain road.

By the time they reached the forest outside Guangning Prefecture, more than a hundred miles away from Yingzui Rock, dusk had already quietly fallen.

In the early autumn evening, a desolate atmosphere permeated the mountains and forests.

The setting sun was as red as blood, dyeing the sky crimson. The afterglow filtered through the gaps between the branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows as if the earth was torn into countless wounds.

The autumn wind blew through the mountains and forests, and the leaves rustled, as if they were whimpering softly, or as if they were playing a prelude to the upcoming bloody battle.

At this moment, a fierce fighting sound suddenly came from the mountains and forests.

Following the sound, I saw sword lights and human figures interweaving, and a group of people were engaged in a fierce battle.

In this chaotic battle, a tall man stood out.

He had a beautiful face, fair skin as smooth as a baby's, eyes like autumn water, bright and lively, lips like delicate petals, black hair falling softly behind him like a waterfall, and his figure was as elusive as a ghost.

He danced with the long sword in his hand, bringing up bursts of sharp sword wind, making a "whoosh" sound. Wherever the sword wind went, the grass and trees were cut off.

His swordsmanship was as fast as lightning and extremely accurate. Every time he thrust out his sword, it was like a falling cold star, heading straight for the enemy's vital points, making it impossible for the opponent to defend themselves and difficult to defend against.

The one who was fighting with this enchanting man who was as handsome as a woman was none other than Wang Yan, the "Master of the Flame Altar" of Qingfeng Pavilion.

Wang Yan's entire body seemed enveloped in a blazing armor of flames. A fiery aura radiated wildly from him, seemingly igniting the surrounding air. As he thrust his palm forward, a fierce wave of fire erupted from his palm. The flames were crimson, surging and surging like a roaring fire dragon.

The fire waves brought with them rolling heat waves. Wherever they passed, the air was burned and distorted, making a sizzling sound. The stone slabs on the ground were instantly heated to boiling hot, making people feel as if they were on the edge of a volcano.

His "Flaming Sun Palm" is extremely powerful. It can not only cause direct burns to the enemy, but also form a high-temperature area within the attack range, greatly restricting the enemy's movements.

However, facing the fierce swordsmanship of that evil man, Wang Yan gradually fell into a disadvantage. His body was scratched in many places, his clothes were torn, and bloodstains crisscrossed, making him look extremely embarrassed.

Leng Shuang, the "Master of the Cold Star Altar" of Qingfeng Pavilion, has a light figure, like an elf in the dark night.

She gently waved her jade fingers, and instantly a bunch of crystal clear yet extremely sharp ice spikes burst out from her fingertips.

The ice spikes flashed with cold light and moved as fast as an arrow. Each ice spike carried a biting chill and pierced the enemies surrounding her.

The strong men who were hit by the ice spikes had their meridians frozen instantly, their blood seemed to solidify, their bodies became stiff, their movements became slow, and then they fell to the ground in unbearable pain, screaming in agony.

Not far away, an old man was unleashing a powerful and ferocious punch. Each blow seemed to shake the mountains and rivers, and the ground trembled slightly. Across from him, fighting with him was Yang Xue'er, the Young Master of Qingfeng Pavilion.

Yang Xue'er was eighteen years old and possessed stunning beauty. Her eyes were like a clear spring, limpid and bright, revealing a lively and intelligent spirit. Her nose was slender and straight, like a peak of jade. Her lips were like ripe cherries, delicate and voluptuous. Her long black hair was tied up high, with a few strands cascading down her fair face, adding a touch of charm. At this moment, she wore a pink silk dress, the hem of which fluttered in the wind like a blooming flower.

Her sword skills were agile and elegant, like mercury pouring on the ground, penetrating every pore. The flashing sword flowers emitted a compelling chill.

However, the enemies were numerous and supported each other, forming an indestructible line of defense that always tightly surrounded Leng Shuang and Yang Xueer.

Leng Shuang, though a middle-aged beauty, possessed a strikingly cold beauty. Her face was like a sculpture of ice and jade, her skin pale yet bloodless, as if covered in ice and snow. Her eyes were as cold as frost, revealing an inhuman chill. Nothing in the world could catch her eye.

She looked like a ghost walking out of an ice cellar, emitting an icy aura that made people shudder.

Shi Feiyang witnessed this scene, thought for a moment, and then signaled Xie Wen to use the "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke Skill" and quickly fly back to Suzhou Prefecture to check on the situation at home, visit Gong Simeng, and see if he could draw a few heroes from the headquarters of the Xiongying Society to go to Bozhou to help the officers and soldiers quell the rebellion.

Xie Wen understood what he meant and bowed before leaving.

His body swayed slightly, like a wisp of smoke, and instantly merged into the air, disappearing without a trace.

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the mountains and forests blood red.

The autumn wind, carrying a hint of chill, whistled through the mountains and forests, making the trees rustle and wail for the brutal battle before them.

(End of this chapter)