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

Chapter 157: Ice and Fire: Shi Feiyang's Bloody Battle with the Big Sword Society

After a fierce battle, Yang Xueer's body was covered with sweat. Although her hair looked messy, her beauty was still fascinating. In this chaotic environment, her light seemed even more dazzling, like a flower blooming in the storm.

Her anxious eyes wandered around, and finally she found Shi Feiyang in the crowd.

At this moment, hope immediately flashed in her eyes, and she found her savior.

With a choked voice, she desperately called for help, "Brother Shi, come and save me! Capture that White Phoenix monster! He broke into our Qingfeng Pavilion, stole the martial arts secrets, and even injured my mother!"

Her voice echoed in the noisy battlefield, filled with fear and expectation, as if she had grasped a glimmer of hope in despair.

When Shi Feiyang heard the cry for help, his eyes immediately became as sharp as an eagle, and he responded without hesitation: "Okay!"

He tapped the ground with his feet, and a faint golden light appeared around him, like a fallen leaf blown by a strong wind. He quickly performed the wonderful light skill of "brushing off the clothes after the work is done", drawing a golden trail in the sunset.

His figure was as fast as lightning, leaving a golden afterimage in the air, like an arrow shot from a bow, or like a meteor chasing the moon, flying over in an instant.

Then, he floated down like a light snowflake, tearing the air apart wherever he passed, making a hissing sound, even the wind cheering his arrival. As soon as Shi Feiyang landed, his hands quickly shot out like two nimble dragons, unleashing the legendary Dragon Claw technique.

Each of his moves is full of power and beauty, and each action is so precise and elegant.

He let out a low roar and swiftly used the move "Dragon Roar Nine Heavens". In an instant, his hands were wrapped in a dazzling golden dragon-shaped light. With a whistling wind, he grabbed the old man as fast as a ghost.

The speed of this grab was so fast that it was hard to keep up with. The movement was so fierce that it seemed like splitting mountains and splitting rocks, even the air was torn apart.

With a few crisp "crackling" sounds, it was as if a thunderbolt suddenly struck the clear sky. The old man's shoulders were instantly crushed by Shi Feiyang's fierce grab. The sound of broken bones echoed in the mountains and forests, so harsh that even the earth seemed to be shaking, trembling with this sudden violent act.

The old man let out a shrill scream, his voice filled with pain and despair. He fell heavily to the ground like a fallen dead tree, his body twitched a few times, and then he died tragically.

Then, the golden dragon-shaped light dissipated in the air and turned into golden starlight, slowly falling, like the brightest stars in the night sky, bringing a ray of light to the dark forest.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were as sharp as torches, and he immediately locked onto the densely packed group of more than a thousand bandits who were besieging Yang Xueer and Leng Shuang. Like a hunter spotting his prey, his eyes flashed with determination.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, and his aura suddenly increased. He displayed the peerless martial art of "Seven Steps of the Dragon", the magical dragon claw skill. He and this martial art have become one, and every breath he took was filled with strength and determination.

Each of his movements was effortless, a fusion of the energy of heaven and earth. Each step held boundless power and mystery. At this moment, he was the master of this world, controlling all power over life and death.

At this time, the wind became more and more violent, blowing the fallen leaves and dust on the ground into the air, adding a bit of solemnity to this bloody battle. Even the wind was cheering for this fierce battle, adding a touch of tension and uneasiness to the tense atmosphere.

The howling wind sounded the prelude to the upcoming bloody scene, and a tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the air between heaven and earth.

Shi Feiyang took the first step, leaving a shallow footprint on the ground beneath his feet. Powerful internal force surged from the soles of his feet and spread to the surroundings. The ground instantly cracked, and spider-web-like cracks spread out with his footprint as the center.

These cracks were scars on the earth, bearing witness to Shi Feiyang's unparalleled strength. Shi Feiyang's figure was like a flash of black lightning, instantly appearing in front of a bandit. His right claw, like a dragon exploring the sea, went straight for the bandit's throat.

The bandit didn't have time to react before Shi Feiyang's dragon claw pierced his throat, blood gushing out like a fountain, and he died instantly. Shi Feiyang's movements were as fast as lightning, and he killed with one strike.

At the same time, a dazzling golden claw shadow flew out from Shi Feiyang's hand, drawing a graceful arc in the air. Wherever it went, the air was burned, making a "sizzling" sound.

This golden claw shadow seemed like a punishment from heaven, carrying endless majesty and power, which was chilling.

Shi Feiyang took his second step without hesitation. The ground shook slightly as he landed, and he instantly shifted behind another bandit. His left hand transformed into a sharp claw, striking the bandit's back with thunderous force. With a resounding "bang," the bandit's back felt like it had been struck by a sledgehammer, shattering every bone. He flew several meters forward, landing heavily on the ground, dead.

Shi Feiyang's palm strike was not only incredibly powerful, but also accurately hit the villain's vital points, demonstrating his precise killing skills and deep understanding of martial arts.

At this moment, a blazing flame erupted from Shi Feiyang's palm, instantly devouring the bandit's corpse, reducing it to a pile of ash that dissipated into the air with a gust of wind. This flame, like the calamity of hell, reduced all evil and sin to nothingness, demonstrating Shi Feiyang's determination to eradicate all evil and his deep sense of justice.

Shi Feiyang continued to take the third step. At this time, a faint dragon-shaped halo surrounded his body. Every step he took carried an overwhelming momentum, just like the legendary dragon god descending to the world.

He seemed to have instantly traveled through time and space, appearing surrounded by a group of bandits. His hands danced swiftly like a phantom, and he used the magical power of the Dragon Claw to its fullest extent. Each swing of his claws was extremely precise, accurately hitting the bandits' vital parts, as if he could predict the enemy's every move and control the rhythm of the fierce battle.

Under Shi Feiyang's fierce attack, the bandits let out a series of shrill screams.

They fell one after another, and their blood stained the ground around them red.

As Shi Feiyang's hands danced, golden scales continuously flashed with dazzling light. Every time he swung his claws, he brought out golden sword energy, cutting the surrounding bandits into two pieces.

The scene was bloody and shocking, a living picture of hell.

With the fourth step, Shi Feiyang's speed became even faster than lightning. He moved freely among the bandits like a ghost. His eyes were firm and cold, revealing a murderous intent without a trace of emotion.

Every time he swung the dragon claw in his hand, he took away a life accurately, as if it were the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping sin.

The evil bandits were frightened by his aura and began to flee in all directions, trying to avoid this sudden storm of death.

But how could Shi Feiyang give them any chance to escape.

He was like a ruthless killing machine. Wherever he went, the evil bandits fell one after another, and no one was spared.

At this time, a circle of black airflow surrounded Shi Feiyang's body. Every time he moved, he left a black afterimage, like the god of death descending from the darkness, bringing with him endless fear and the breath of death.

As he took the fifth step, Shi Feiyang's agile figure shuttled among a group of bandits, like an elusive phantom.

He skillfully displayed variations of the Divine Dragon Claw, each claw containing powerful internal force, which could not only directly cause fatal damage to the enemy, but also shatter the enemy's meridians, causing those opponents to gradually lose their life force in severe pain.

The evil bandits who were unfortunately hit by him vomited blood, fell to the ground and groaned in pain.

Shi Feiyang's fingertips shot out golden rays of light, which pierced through the bandits' bodies like sharp arrows, leaving blood holes on their bodies. Blood gushed out, and the scene was shocking.

With the sixth step, Shi Feiyang had reached the edge of the bandit encirclement. He shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, and thrust the Dragon Claw in his hand forward. A powerful wave of internal energy surged out, like an invisible giant wave, instantly knocking away the hundred or so bandits in front of him.

The force was so great that the evil bandits cried out in despair in the air and fell heavily to the ground in the distance, either dead or injured.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang's surging internal force waves turned into a huge golden dragon, pouncing on the bandits with its fangs and claws bared. Wherever it went, there was a mess, trees were uprooted, and boulders were smashed to pieces.

This golden dragon seemed to be the most powerful existence in the world, and any obstacle that stood in its way would be defeated.

In the last step, Shi Feiyang stood still, scanning the hundreds of bandits who were besieging Yang Xueer and Leng Shuang with his sharp eyes. Under the powerful attack of his "Seven Steps of the Dragon", they all fell to the ground and died.

The power of these seven steps was like a god descending to earth, making all the evil bandits feel unprecedented fear.

The forest seemed shrouded in an invisible veil of silence. Only Shi Feiyang's pine-like figure stood tall and unmoved in the dead silence. His presence, like an unshakable mountain, instilled awe in everyone.

He exuded an aura of involuntary respect, like a god of war descended upon the earth, carrying supreme majesty and power, saving Yang Xue'er and Leng Shuang from the abyss of danger. In this chaotic mountain forest, he was like a ray of light, illuminating hope and bringing victory.

At that moment, the dark clouds seemed to be slowly parted by an invisible hand, gradually dispersing. A faint but hopeful ray of moonlight penetrated the rift in the clouds, gently casting a light on the forest that had just experienced a bloody battle.

In the moonlight, the lines of Shi Feiyang's stern face were clearly visible, his deep eyes seemed to contain endless stories, and his blood-stained hands witnessed the cruelty of the fierce battle just now.

In the hazy moonlight, his image became increasingly mysterious and powerful, as if he had transcended the realm of mortals. With the end of the bloody battle, the golden light on Shi Feiyang's body gradually faded like the receding tide, returning to its former tranquility.

However, that powerful aura was still like a towering mountain, intimidating and daunting. The evil man, Bai Feng, was terrified by the powerful strength displayed by Shi Feiyang.

His eyes flickered, and in a panic, he feinted, immediately abandoning the fierce battle with Wang Yan. With a tap of his toes, he vanished like a streak of black lightning. His lightness of movement was so swift that it rivaled even that of Xie Wen, the "Flying Eagle Detective." In a flash, he vanished into the depths of the forest.

Seeing this, Yang Xueer stomped her feet in anger and sighed repeatedly: "Oh! That evildoer Bai Renfeng escaped again. Oh!" Her voice was full of regret and unwillingness. Her brows were furrowed on her delicate face, and she felt extremely regretful for not being able to bring Bai Renfeng to justice.

Wang Yan and Leng Shuang walked to the corpses in silence, stretched out their hands and dragged the cold corpses together.

Then, a ball of fire condensed in Wang Yan's palm. With a light wave, the fire immediately ignited the corpse. The raging fire burned, illuminating the mountains and forests in flickering light, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning.

Seeing this, Yang Xue'er sheathed her sword, which made a crisp sound as it sheathed. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, and she ran towards Shi Feiyang without hesitation, throwing herself into his arms like a bird returning to its nest.

Shi Feiyang held the soft Yang Xueer in his arms, his emotions a tangled mess, difficult to discern.

He and Yang Xueer have known each other for a long time and have had many interactions.

Yang Xueer's mother, Su Yao, the head of Qingfeng Pavilion, even betrothed Yang Xueer to him and established the marriage contract.

However, a few years ago, after defeating the evil forces in Liaodong martial arts world such as Shenshui Palace, King Kong Village, Xuanwu Hall, Qingluan Palace, and Xueying Fort, Shi Feiyang left Liaodong and returned to Jiangnan.

During these past two or three years, Yang Xueer has become more beautiful and attractive, but her temperament is still as naughty as before.

At this time, Yang Xueer snuggled tightly in Shi Feiyang's arms, feeling the warmth from his broad chest, her heart filled with excitement and joy.

She raised her head slightly and looked into Shi Feiyang's eyes. Her eyes were filled with fiery emotions, as if to melt Shi Feiyang.

"Brother Shi, you are finally here. I knew that as long as you are here, any difficulties can be solved." Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquettishness.

Shi Feiyang looked at Yang Xueer in his arms, and his heart could not help but ripple. He knew Yang Xueer's deep love for him, but he already had two wives, Lin Wanqing and Gong Simeng, and Gong Simeng was about to give birth to their child.

Faced with this new emotion, he fell into a deep dilemma. How could he let Yang Xueer down at this moment? And how could he face the pregnant Gong Simeng and the gentle and virtuous Lin Wanqing? A trace of confusion and helplessness flashed in his eyes. He sighed softly, but he didn't know how to start.

Yang Xue'er felt Shi Feiyang sigh, and her heart tightened. She buried her head deeper in his arms, hugging him tightly, as if afraid he would suddenly leave. "Brother Shi, I know you have a lot of concerns, but I really like you. Ever since you left Liaodong, I've been looking forward to your return every day." Her voice was choked with sobs, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Shi Feiyang gently stroked Yang Xueer's hair. The silky smooth touch coming from his fingertips could not calm the waves in his heart. He felt mixed emotions.

He knew that his engagement with Yang Xueer was like an invisible thread that bound them together tightly, and Yang Xueer's passionate feelings were like a burning flame, warm and hot, and could not be easily let go.

But in the face of this complicated emotional entanglement, he seemed to be in a fog. It was really difficult to decide what to do next. Every thought was pulling at him repeatedly in his mind, making him fall into deep entanglement.

Night falls, slowly spreading like thick ink, immersing the entire world in a deep darkness.

The foothills in early autumn present a unique style.

The moonlight is like water, gently sprinkling on the mountains and forests, covering every leaf and every stone with a layer of silver gauze, creating a dreamlike scene.

A gentle breeze brought a touch of coolness, and the leaves rustled, as if whispering something. In the grass, the chirping of unknown insects rose and fell, weaving a unique nocturne. The mountains in the distance loomed in the night, their outlines blurred, like a sleeping beast.

Shi Feiyang gently pushed Yang Xueer away. A trace of reluctance flashed in Yang Xueer's eyes. She pouted her lips slightly, a blush appeared on her face, and her eyes were full of attachment.

Shi Feiyang took out several tents from the deerskin bag on his waist that was imperceptible to mortals. This magical move made Yang Xueer stunned for a moment, as if she was frozen.

Her eyes widened, filled with wonder and admiration as she gazed at Shi Feiyang, her admiration for him deepening. Shi Feiyang whispered, "Let's go to another valley to set up camp. The smell of burning bodies here is truly unpleasant. Tonight, we'll spend the night in the forest, lure out the flower-destroying thief, Bai Feng, and slay him."

His voice was low and firm, with a reassuring strength.

After saying that, he picked up a few tents in one hand and held Yang Xueer's hand tightly with the other.

Yang Xueer's heart surged with ecstasy. She gripped Shi Feiyang's hand tightly, her fingers trembling slightly, a mixture of excitement and shyness. Her heartbeat quickened, and she could hear the sound of her own heartbeat, which was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Her cheeks grew hotter and hotter, like ripe apples, and she thought to herself that she was extremely happy to have such close contact with Shi Feiyang.

She longed to be with Shi Feiyang, even if it was just for a short time, it made her feel extremely satisfied.

In her heart, Shi Feiyang was like a ray of warm sunshine, illuminating all her haze.

Soon, Leng Shuang and Wang Yan joined them. Leng Shuang was graceful, her face stern, like a frost flower blooming in the cold night; her eyes revealed an unapproachable mystery that instilled a sense of awe. Wang Yan, on the other hand, was a burly figure with a resolute gaze, exuding a heroic air. His presence was like an unshakable mountain, providing a sense of security.

Working together, they quickly erected several tents. The moonlit tents seemed especially cozy, a warm haven within the forest. Wang Yan turned and ventured into the woods. With his keen senses and masterful martial arts, he captured several rabbits and quickly snatched up several venomous snakes. His movements were deft and swift, as if he were one with nature.

He returned to the camp and skillfully lit a bonfire. The blazing flames dispelled the coldness and illuminated everyone's faces. The firelight reflected on everyone's face, bringing warmth and hope.

The aroma of barbecue filled the air. Everyone sat around the fire, enjoying the food while whispering about how to ambush the white phoenix.

Shi Feiyang stared at the dancing flames with a deep gaze. He said calmly, "That Bai Feng fellow, seeing how beautiful Xue'er is, will definitely not give up easily and will definitely come back. Let's set up an ambush here and wait for him to fall into our trap."

Everyone nodded, with a firm determination in their eyes.

At midnight, everything is quiet and the mountains and forests seem to be shrouded in a curtain of silence.

Bai Baifeng led the invited Liaodong Broadsword Society's deputy chiefs Lu Yu, Lu Feng, Lu Liang, Lu Qiao, and Lu Suo—the descendants of the "Five Tigers Breaking Gate Sword"—and like ghosts, they quietly infiltrated the forest. Their movements were light and swift, blending into the night.

Their figures were looming in the moonlight, their steps were light, but they carried a ruthless aura.

There was a cold glint in their eyes, as if they had foreseen the coming victory.

However, they didn't know that Yang Xueer was not in the tent.

She was hiding in the bushes not far away, holding her breath, waiting for the best opportunity, ready to give Bai Feng a surprise attack.

Yang Xueer was nestled in Shi Feiyang's arms at this moment, and the two of them were hiding together among the branches of a big tree.

She clung tightly to Shi Feiyang, feeling his strong heartbeat, her heart filled with sweetness and peace.

She pressed her cheek against his chest, her arms gently wrapped around his waist, wanting to become one with him.

She raised her head slightly and stared at Shi Feiyang's profile. The moonlight shone on his face, outlining his handsome features. Her eyes were filled with deep love and trust.

Shi Feiyang closely guarded Yang Xue'er, his eyes warily scanning the surroundings, his weapons tightly gripped, ready for the impending fierce battle. Bai Feng and his companions, like ghosts crawling out of the dark abyss, stalked silently through the mountains and forests.

The moonlight shines through the intricate gaps between the branches and leaves, casting mottled and strange shadows.

The surrounding trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the branches and leaves rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound. The sound seemed like a gloomy music from hell, playing a prelude to the bloody battle that was about to break out.

The fallen leaves piled on the ground were turned over by the wind, making rustling sounds, as if they were whispering in a language that only they could understand, saying that danger was quietly approaching.

In the distance, a night owl let out a few shrill and sharp cries, which pierced the silence of the night sky, like the wails of an evil spirit, adding a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere to the upcoming fierce battle.

Shi Feiyang, like a top hunter sensing danger, keenly sensed the enemy's approach. His muscles tensed, his hand tightly gripping the glowing Burmese knife. He leaned slightly, lowering his breath, and whispered softly in Yang Xueer's ear, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The voice was low but full of power, like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea. Yang Xueer nodded vigorously, and her body instinctively shrank back into Shi Feiyang's arms.

At this critical moment, she firmly believed that as long as Shi Feiyang was by her side, no difficulties or obstacles could harm her.

At this time, a cold wind blew by, the branches swayed violently, and the leaves rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound, as if cheering for Shi Feiyang's upcoming heroic battle.

Bai Feng led everyone slowly towards the tent, his eyes sharp as an eagle, carefully searching the surroundings. Suddenly, he opened the tent, only to find that Yang Xue'er was not inside. A trace of doubt surged in his heart, and his brows knitted tightly together, forming the shape of the Chinese character "川".

At that moment, Shi Feiyang suddenly leaped from the tree, like a long-awaited cheetah, his muscles tensing instantly, and he pounced at Bai Renfeng like lightning. The Burmese knife in his hand whistled with the wind, flashing an icy light in the moonlight, aiming directly at Bai Renfeng's throat. His speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch the knife's trajectory.

Bai Feng reacted quickly. At this critical moment, he dodged to the side like an agile monkey, while sweeping the sword in his hand.

There was a loud bang, like the sound of a huge bell, sparks flew everywhere, and the impact force generated by the collision of the two weapons made Bai Renfeng's arm numb, and blood even seeped out of his knuckles.

Seeing this, Lu Yu, Lu Feng, Lu Liang, Lu Qiao and Lu Suo, the successors of the "Five Tigers Breaking Door Knife", immediately surrounded Shi Feiyang in a fan shape. They exchanged glances, understood each other tacitly, and quickly performed the "Five Tigers Breaking Door Knife" technique.

This sword technique is extremely powerful, and each blow is aimed directly at the vital points.

Lu Yu shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, and raised the big knife in his hand high. The knife seemed to have condensed the power of the mountain, and chopped it down towards Shi Feiyang with a thousand-pound force. The wind from the knife whistled, splitting the air in half, and everything around him was shocked.

The surrounding air was stirred by this powerful knife-like wind, forming small whirlpools. Leaves fell off the branches and spun wildly in the wind, as if caught in a storm. Even the dust on the ground was swept up, forming trails of dust.

Shi Feiyang was not afraid at all. He activated the fifth level of Mingyu Gong. A biting chill instantly spread out from him. The air around him quickly condensed into countless tiny ice crystals, making a slight crackling sound, as if even the air was frozen.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the chill and turned his body as fast as a black lightning. He tapped the air with his toes and cleverly avoided the fierce attack. It was like dancing on the edge of a knife. Every movement was full of power and beauty.

At the same time, he swung his hand back and performed a move from the Baisheng Sword Technique called "Pine Welcoming Guests". The Burmese sword drew a graceful and deadly arc in the air. The sword light flashed, like a crescent moon passing through the night sky. With a sharp sword wind, it drew a shallow blood mark on Lu Yu's chest, which even his armor could not block.

Lu Yu groaned in pain and staggered back a few steps, his face full of surprise. He had never expected that Shi Feiyang was so agile and his martial arts skills were so powerful. It was as if he was not facing an opponent, but an unpredictable wind.

Lu Feng and Lu Liang looked at each other, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in their eyes, and they attacked at the same time.

Lu Feng's knife slashed towards Shi Feiyang's waist from the left like a poisonous snake coming out of a cave, while Lu Liang attacked swiftly from the right. The two knives coordinated perfectly, just like two dragons echoing each other, intending to put Shi Feiyang to death, as if they had already seen the dawn of victory.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and the cold energy of his Mingyu Gong froze the surrounding air into an icy mist. Under the cover of the icy mist, he tapped the ground with his toes, and his body soared into the air like an arrow. He did a beautiful somersault in the air, avoiding the attacks of the two men. At the same time, he swung the weapon in his hand down and performed the "Golden Dragon Claw" move from the Baisheng Sword Technique. The Burmese knife turned into a dazzling light and cut a deep gash on Lu Feng's arm. Blood instantly gushed out like a spring.

Lu Feng felt pain and almost dropped the knife in his hand. He gritted his teeth, an expression of pain and unwillingness on his face. At this moment, he truly realized that Shi Feiyang's strength was far beyond his imagination.

At this time, the surrounding grass was blown down by the strong wind, as if it was also afraid of the fierce battle.

Leng Shuang and Wang Yan also rushed out of the tent like tigers out of a cage and joined the bloody battle.

Leng Shuang danced with her hands like a lively fairy, and ice spikes shot out from her fingertips. The ice spikes flashed with cold light and brought a biting chill as they flew towards the enemy at an extremely fast speed. Wherever they went, the air seemed to be frozen.

A bandit from the Big Knife Society was unable to dodge and was hit on the leg by an ice spike. He let out a scream and his leg was instantly covered in ice. His whole body twisted in pain.

At the same time, the temperature around seemed to drop sharply due to the icy spikes of the frost, and the breath exhaled by everyone instantly turned into white mist, lingering in the moonlight.

Wang Yan's aura suddenly rose, and between his palms seemed to be a volcano about to erupt, with hot breath gushing out.

He unleashed his "Scorching Sun Palm," a fiery blaze erupting from his palm. The flames, like surging magma, surged towards the enemy with devastating force. His palm technique was incredibly powerful, and wherever it passed, the air felt as if being fiercely kneaded by an invisible giant hand, instantly distorting and deforming, emitting a sharp, sizzling sound and causing the enemy to groan in pain.

A bandit from the Big Sword Society was unable to dodge and was instantly engulfed by the scorching flames. His clothes instantly caught fire, transforming into a sea of ​​​​inferno. The bandit was panicked and rolled madly on the ground, slapping the flames with his hands like pounding garlic, but it was all in vain.

His screams of pain echoed in the mountains and forests. The sound was heart-wrenching, full of despair and fear, and it was creepy.

The flames burned wildly, illuminating the surrounding trees and casting swaying shadows. The entire forest seemed to be dragged into an endless hell, a scene of purgatory on earth.

Under the relentless assault of Leng Shuang's piercing ice spikes and the powerful attack of Wang Yan's incredibly powerful "Flaming Sun Palm," the Big Sword Society's villains fell like straw, dying in increasing numbers. Their bodies lay scattered across the ground, their blood gushing out, staining the ground a brilliant crimson. Yang Xue'er, this graceful young woman, like a nimble bird, drew the longsword from the tree and leaped down with fluid grace.

Among the enemies and bandits, she was like a flower blooming in the bloody storm. Beneath her delicate appearance was a sharp edge. She moved around freely, as if dancing on the edge of a knife. Every movement was full of power and beauty.

Her eyes were as sharp as torches. She seized the opportunity and displayed the exquisite swordsmanship of Qingfeng Pavilion. With a slight shake of her wrist, the long sword was like a nimble white snake, stabbing at Lu Qiao with lightning speed.

Faced with this sudden attack, Lu Qiao's face changed suddenly, and he quickly raised his sword to block it. There was a loud "clang" sound, just like the ringing of a huge bell. The long sword and the big knife collided violently, sparks flew, and drew dazzling tracks in the night sky.

Yang Xueer turned her wrist lightly, and her sword skills suddenly changed. The long sword cleverly bypassed Lu Qiao's broadsword, like a slippery loach, and cut a long wound on his arm.

Blood slowly oozed out, flickering strangely in the moonlight.

At this moment, the originally rich fragrance of flowers around seemed to have been dispelled by the atmosphere of this fierce battle. Only the pervasive smell of blood and the tense and suffocating atmosphere made people's hearts beat like thunder, as if they were about to jump out of their throats.

Seeing that his situation was precarious, Bai Feng's eyes flickered like a cunning fox.

He suddenly made a feint, turned like a ghost, and pounced towards Yang Xueer.

He knew very well that as long as he could control Yang Xueer, he would be able to restrain this daunting opponent just like he was holding Shi Feiyang's vital points.

Shi Feiyang was terribly anxious upon seeing this. A flash of anxiety and anger flashed across his eyes, like a burning flame. He surged with energy, struggling to shake off the entangled enemies around him, fully unleashing the ultimate chill of the Mingyu Gong.

In a flash, a biting cold air quickly spread with Shi Feiyang as the center, like a strong wind in the cold winter sweeping through. The surrounding air solidified instantly, and countless tiny ice crystals condensed in the air, making a crisp "cracking" sound.

The enemies were enveloped by this cold air, and felt as if the blood in their bodies was solidifying, their limbs became stiff, and they retreated involuntarily, falling to the ground one after another, their bodies shattered and no corpse was left intact.

Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity and chased after Bai Feng like a black lightning.

At the same time, Leng Shuang and Wang Yan reacted quickly, flew to Yang Xueer's side, and guarded Yang Xueer nervously to prevent Bai Renfeng's surprise attack.

Seeing that Shi Feiyang was distracted to chase Bai Feng, Lu Suo was secretly delighted and took the opportunity to attack him from behind. He raised the long sword in his hand high and slashed at Shi Feiyang's back with a whistling sound.

At this critical moment of life and death, Shi Feiyang used the Mingyu Gong, and a layer of crystal clear ice armor instantly formed around his body. The ice armor flashed with cold light, like an indestructible shield.

At the same time, he dodged to the side, his movements as nimble as a monkey, and with a backhand strike, he unleashed the "Turning Back Slash" technique from the Hundred Victories Sword Technique. The Burmese sword flashed a cold light through the air, and with a "swish", it struck Lu Suo's shoulder, leaving a deep, bloody wound, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

Lu Suo felt pain and swayed, his face a look of pain and unwillingness. Shi Feiyang turned abruptly, his eyes flashing like lightning, and the weapon in his hand was filled with overwhelming momentum. He unleashed the "Pine Welcoming Guests" move from the Baisheng Sword Technique.

He shook his Burmese knife, and the blade drew a graceful arc, just like a pine tree stretching out its branches to welcome guests, but it also contained deadly murderous intent, and stabbed towards Lu Suo's chest.

Lu Suo was unable to dodge and was struck in the chest by the sharp knife. Blood instantly stained his clothes red. His eyes widened, filled with fear and despair. His body swayed several times before he fell heavily to the ground and died, ending his sinful life.

(End of this chapter)