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

Chapter 158: Shi Feiyang's sword cuts Bai Feifeng, Liu Tingting's magic breaks the Burmese sword
Inside Qingfeng Pavilion, flames flickered and screams were heard. The villains of the Big Sword Society were like mad beasts, slaughtering innocent maids and servants at will.

The bloody smell permeated every inch of the air, pungent and strong. Pools of crimson blood had already accumulated on the ground, emitting a disgusting odor in the dim light.

Su Yao was seriously injured and was struggling to hold on. Looking at the tragic scene in front of her, tears welled up in her eyes and her heart was filled with despair.

She knew very well that if no one came to rescue, Qingfeng Pavilion would be destroyed tonight.

At this critical moment when life and death were at stake and the situation had deteriorated to the extreme, the inky and silent night sky was suddenly torn apart by a dazzling light.

The light was as bright as the sun, instantly dispelling the darkness. Then, a clear shout filled with endless power resounded through the heavens and the earth: "Master Su, don't panic, Shi Feiyang is coming!" The voice was like an invisible sound wave, rolling in with a majestic momentum, shaking the surrounding air and causing the branches and leaves on the trees to fall.

Everyone subconsciously looked up and saw Shi Feiyang stepping on the void, displaying the astonishing "Thousand Miles Without Stopping" peerless lightness skill. He was like a meteor across the sky, carrying a strong gust of wind, and rushing towards Qingfeng Pavilion at a speed beyond ordinary people's imagination.

A faint halo seemed to surround him, and the interweaving of moonlight and that strange light made him appear even more mysterious and powerful. At this moment, the night sky seemed to have become his own stage, and the stars were eclipsed by his radiance.

Shi Feiyang, holding Yang Xueer tightly in his arms, stood straight as a pine tree, his face stern and resolute.

His eyes were like sharp blades in the cold night, flashing with determination and resoluteness. No evil could escape his gaze.

Yang Xueer snuggled in his arms, feeling his steady and strong heartbeat, her heart filled with sweetness and peace of mind.

Thinking that he had such a brave and extraordinary lover, he felt a sense of pride. His body, which had been trembling slightly due to fear, gradually stabilized. His eyes were shining again, and he stared at Shi Feiyang, seeing hope in him to overcome everything.

In a flash, Shi Feiyang had landed steadily in the courtyard of Qingfeng Pavilion like a black lightning.

His movements were light and powerful, and he gently put Yang Xueer down as if he was placing an extremely precious treasure.

At this moment, he exuded a terrifying aura, like a volcano about to erupt, suppressing endless anger.

He raised his head slightly and glanced at the villains around him. His eyes revealed an unfathomable murderous intent, which seemed to be able to freeze people, making every villain who looked at him shiver.

Then, with a swish, Shi Feiyang whipped out the incredibly sharp Burmese knife from his waist with lightning speed. The moment the blade was unsheathed, a cold light flashed, as if to completely cut through the darkness.

The blade gleamed with a cold light in the moonlight, like a silver dragon about to take off, exuding a deadly aura.

The blade trembled slightly, making a slight "buzzing" sound, as if it couldn't wait to drink the villain's blood.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath and used the Mingyu Gong.

In an instant, his body seemed to have become a huge source of energy. The true energy in his body was like a surging tsunami, surging wildly in his meridians, making a low and powerful roar, like the roar of an ancient giant beast, shaking everything around.

As Mingyu Gong was running at a high speed, Shi Feiyang's body immediately emanated an extreme chill, which seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell and spread to the surroundings at an alarming speed.

Under the invasion of this cold air, the surrounding air instantly condensed into countless tiny ice crystals, making a "cracking" sound.

A thick layer of frost quickly condensed on the ground. The originally vibrant grass and trees instantly turned yellow and withered under the cover of the frost, losing all vitality. The power of life was completely drained at this moment.

Furthermore, a massive vortex of Qi rapidly formed around Shi Feiyang. The vortex spun rapidly, emitting a deafening roar, like a force twelve typhoon, sweeping up all surrounding debris and dust, creating a powerful and deadly airflow.

Wherever this airflow went, tables and chairs were overturned, rocks were swept up, and everything was sucked into this terrifying vortex, like an invisible black hole, about to swallow up everything around it.

"Tonight is the day you evil villains will die!" Shi Feiyang roared, his voice like a bell. The voice carried the power to destroy the world, like a thunderclap in the night sky, shaking the entire Qingfeng Pavilion.

His voice was filled with anger and justice, and every word was like a sledgehammer, hitting the villains' hearts hard.

Su Yao witnessed all this, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief. Her pale face now flushed with excitement. She looked at Shi Feiyang, feeling a mixture of gratitude for his timely rescue and awe at his powerful martial arts. In this moment, Shi Feiyang had become the hero who saved Qingfeng Pavilion, the light of hope for her and everyone in Qingfeng Pavilion.

A glimmer of determination flashed in Yang Xue'er's eyes, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky. With Shi Feiyang by her side, she felt full of strength, her energy and spirit instantly reaching its peak.

She quickly drew her sword from its sheath, and the blade gleamed with a cool glow in the moonlight, perfectly matching her expression at the moment.

"Mother, I'm here to help you!" She cried out in a sweet voice, her voice clear and melodious, as if it could penetrate the noise of the bloody battlefield and reach Su Yao's heart. This voice was filled with unprecedented confidence and courage, which rekindled the flame of hope in Su Yao's originally dim eyes.

Su Yao looked at her daughter, her eyes full of relief and excitement. She couldn't hold back her tears any longer and they welled up in her eyes. "Xue'er, you're finally back. Mother missed you so much." She said in a trembling voice, her tone full of longing and worry.

Then, she turned her gaze to Shi Feiyang, her eyes filled with gratitude, "Mr. Shi, thank you for arriving in time. If it weren't for you, Qingfeng Pavilion would have been killed today."

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his expression calm, and said in a deep voice: "Master Su, you are too polite. Xue'er is someone I cherish. Protecting her and Qingfeng Pavilion is my responsibility."

As he spoke, he exuded a reassuring aura. As long as he was there, no danger was to be feared.

Lu Fang was startled by this sudden change, but as an elder of the Big Sword Society, he was confident in his martial arts prowess and would not retreat easily. He snorted coldly, a ferocious look on his face, like a wolf baring its fangs.

He brandished the broadsword in his hand, unleashing the "Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Sword Technique" to attack Shi Feiyang and the others, while viciously saying, "Hmph, Shi Feiyang, you've come just in time. Today, I'll wipe you out!"

After saying that, he kicked his feet hard and rushed towards Shi Feiyang like lightning. The big knife in his hand flashed with cold light and carried a killing momentum, as if he wanted to chop everything in front of him into pieces.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain: "Just you, you want to stop me? It's just a daydream!" As soon as the words fell, his figure flashed, as fast as a ghost, and appeared in front of Lu Fang as if teleporting.

At this moment, he used the Mingyu Gong, and a powerful and cold aura instantly emanated from his body. The air around him seemed to be frozen, and a thick layer of frost quickly condensed on the ground.

He swung the Burmese sword in his hand swiftly, unleashing the exquisite techniques of the Hundred Victories Sword Technique. The blade flashed like a dense curtain of light, enveloping Lu Fang. The blade's light seemed to emanate from the cold light of the Nine Nether Hell, emitting an endless chill. Each ray of light contained a powerful force, like a dazzling galaxy flowing across the night sky, yet carrying a deadly danger.

Lu Fang fought back with all his might, weapons clashing with clangs and sparks flying. But under Shi Feiyang's powerful attack, Lu Fang was defeated in a single blow. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, dripping down his cheeks and onto the dusty ground.

There was a hint of fear in his eyes, as if he saw the scythe of the god of death slowly approaching him, and he was powerless to escape.

At that moment, Bai Feifeng flew back. He was handsome like a demon, but his eyes were cunning and sinister.

I wanted to check whether Lu Fang succeeded, but I saw this shocking scene in front of me and my heart was shocked.

His eyes raced as he secretly plotted a countermeasure. The scene before him was like a re-enactment of hell. Shi Feiyang was incredibly brave, brandishing his Burmese knife among the thugs, slashing and slashing with abandon. His movements were so swift and powerful that the surrounding thugs were unable to resist and fell one after another under his blade.

Lu Fang seemed to be in danger in this sudden attack, and his defense was vulnerable to Shi Feiyang's violent offensive.

Bai Feifeng's eyes widened, his face filled with shock and disbelief. His mouth gaped, but he couldn't utter a word. He just stared blankly at the scene. He secretly groaned, "How could Shi Feiyang be so powerful? His strength and speed are beyond my imagination! I have to find a way to escape quickly. I can't die here in vain."

Shi Feiyang stared at Lu Fang, spotting a flaw in him. He shouted, "Prepare to die!" His voice resonated like thunder in the night sky, rustling the surrounding leaves. He swung the Burmese knife tightly in his hand with boundless power. A dazzling flash of light pierced the night sky, seemingly splitting the sky in two.

With a loud "crack," Lu Fang was split in half. Blood splattered, instantly staining the surrounding ground red. The scene looked particularly horrifying under the moonlight. Witnessing Lu Fang's tragic condition, Bai Feifeng was terrified. He no longer cared about anything else and turned around, wanting to escape the bloody scene.

However, how could Shi Feiyang easily let Bai Feifeng, a heinous criminal, go? His eyes were like lightning, instantly locking onto the fleeing Bai Feifeng. The determination in his eyes was like a lone star that never extinguished in the cold night, revealing a cold murderous intent.

Then, he suddenly rose up, unleashing his peerless light skill, "A Thousand Miles Without Stopping," and like a flash of black lightning, he rushed towards Bai Feifeng, accompanied by a whistling wind. His speed was so fast that the air was torn apart, making a hissing sound and leaving a blurry afterimage.

In a flash, he caught up with Bai Feifeng and suddenly displayed his unique skill "Golden Dragon Claw". He swung the Burmese knife in his hand with great vigor, and the knife light flashed, like a golden dragon tumbling in the air. Every knife carried a thousand pounds of force to split mountains and rocks, and he chopped and slashed at Bai Feifeng fiercely, showing his fierce momentum.

Shi Feiyang knew that Bai Feifeng would resist stubbornly and might even resort to sinister means to plot against him, so he drew his sword without mercy, with only one firm belief in his heart: to eradicate this evil flower-destroying thief who was bringing disaster to the world.

"Swoosh!" Just when Shi Feiyang was about to kill Bai Feifeng, more than ten thousand villains from the Big Knife Society who were lying in ambush all around, like poisonous snakes hiding in the darkness, saw the right opportunity and shot thousands of arrows in an instant.

Dense arrows, like a swarm of locusts, cut through the sky with sharp whistling sounds and shot towards Shi Feiyang, trying to shoot him into a hedgehog riddled with holes. The scene was extremely horrifying.

The rain of arrows covered the sky and the sun, and the world was instantly plunged into a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

"Clang!" Shi Feiyang faced the overwhelming rain of arrows without any fear.

In his eyes, these arrows were nothing but a pile of waste wood. He swung the Burmese sword in his hand tightly, the sword wind whistled, and the sharp sword energy was like an invisible shield, knocking down countless arrows one after another.

Those fallen arrows fell to the ground like birds with broken wings, piling up into a sea of ​​arrows on the ground, making a rustling sound.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his heart filled with disdain for these villains. He continued to chase after Bai Feifeng without stopping.

At the same time, Bai Feifeng saw Shi Feiyang's sharp knife coming towards him, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he drew his sword to block it.

He used a move called "Flying Through Chaos Clouds". In an instant, sword shadows overlapped one after another, like a surging black wave, defending and attacking at the same time, with more attacking than defending.

The fierce sword moves carried a murderous intent that was so crazy that it was almost twisted, as if it wanted to drag everything in the world into an endless dark abyss, and even attempted to kill Shi Feiyang.

His sword flashed with a cold light, like a ghost fire in the dark night, drawing strange arcs in the air. The sword wind whistled, and the sharp sound of the wind instantly cut the surrounding air into countless tiny pieces, making a "hissing" sound, which made people shudder.

However, although Bai Feifeng's swordsmanship is unparalleled, compared with Shi Feiyang, his internal strength is like a trickle of water compared to the vast sea and river. The gap is huge and far shallower.

"Crack!" A crisp and resolute sound suddenly rang out. Under Shi Feiyang's indestructible and razor-sharp blade, the sword in Bai Feifeng's hand was severed like a fragile, withered branch. The blade broke in two, whistling with reluctance as it flew into the air, emitting a crisp "ding-dong" sound, announcing its master's tragic defeat.

Shi Feiyang's knife was as powerful as a raging wave, and its power remained undiminished. He cut off a small piece of Bai Feifeng's scalp, and a strand of hair fell like a withered leaf.

In an instant, blood gushed out of Bai Feifeng's face, and the bright red blood flowed down his cheeks like a flood that broke through a dam.

His eyes widened in horror, filled with fear and despair. His legs went soft and he fell to the ground trembling like a puddle of mud.

But a subtle viciousness flashed in his eyes, and he begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "My dear son-in-law, spare my life! I am Liu Tingting's father. Please spare my life for the sake of my daughter marrying you!" His voice was full of fear and despair, but in his heart he was secretly planning how to find an opportunity to sneak attack Shi Feiyang. His despicable nature was fully exposed at this moment.

Shi Feiyang's face was as cold as ice. In his eyes, Bai Feifeng was just an insignificant ant.

He responded coldly: "If I spare you, wouldn't I, Shi, become a wicked person like you? Humph!"

After saying that, he gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, veins popped out on his arms, and his muscles were as tight as iron. He swung the knife down again, and the force of the knife was so overwhelming that it seemed as if it was going to split the whole world in half, and he was determined to kill Bai Feifeng completely.

The knife flashed, like a lightning from the sky, carrying endless power, slashing towards Bai Feifeng swiftly.

"Zheng!" At this moment, a bright light fell from the sky, like a burning meteor, dragging a long tail of light across the night sky.

Liu Tingting, already a celestial being, exuded an otherworldly aura, her beauty like a painting. Her face was as white as jade, and her eyes were as clear as autumn water. Her gaze was lively and full of spirit. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down behind her, gently fluttering in the wind.

She was dressed in a moon-white gauze dress, the hem embroidered with light blue cloud patterns. As she moved, it looked like flowing clouds. The gauze was light and fluttered slightly in the wind, highlighting her graceful figure and exuding an ethereal aura.

She was originally overlooking the world from a high altitude. When she saw her despicable father about to die tragically at the hands of Shi Feiyang, although her heart was filled with shame for her father's actions, blood is thicker than water after all, and she could not bear to see her father die on the spot.

In desperation, she flashed and floated down like a wisp of smoke, and instantly appeared between Shi Feiyang and Bai Feifeng.

With a flick of her delicate hand, a wisp of sword energy, like an invisible yet incredibly sharp blade, flashed with dazzling light and instantly shot out, precisely blocking Shi Feiyang's blade. This wisp of sword energy seemed gentle, like a spring breeze, yet it contained boundless power. Its ability to counter Shi Feiyang's devastating blow was a testament to its extraordinary power. The sword energy and the blade energy collided, emitting a dull and resounding sound, like the tolling of a huge bell, shaking the surrounding air and sending the dust on the ground flying.

After Liu Tingting landed, her beautiful eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if they could see through all the evil in the world. She swung sideways and kicked out, like an invisible hurricane, knocking Bai Feifeng to the ground. She shouted, "Get out of here!"

Bai Feifeng tumbled and crawled away from the scene in a panic, looking completely different from his previous arrogant self.

Afterwards, Liu Tingting's eyebrows raised, like a curved willow leaf stained with frost.

She snapped her ten fingers, and countless strands of sword energy shot out from her fingertips. These sword energies flashed with strange spiritual light, and each strand contained powerful spiritual power. The light was dazzling and the power was extraordinary, which was absolutely beyond the ability of ordinary mortals to resist.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were shrouded in these sword energies. Shi Feiyang felt that there were fierce attacks coming from all directions, and the pressure suddenly increased.

Those sword energies were like invisible sharp blades, flying through the air, making a "hissing" sound. Wherever they went, the air was torn apart, leaving deep scratches all around, and countless tiny cracks appeared on the ground.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang was filled with rage, like an erupting volcano, with hot magma swirling in his heart.

His eyes were instantly bloodshot, revealing endless anger.

He instinctively swung his sword, trying to build a defensive wall with the Burmese sword in his hand to protect himself.

The sound of "clanging" continued incessantly. Under the powerful attack of Liu Tingting's sword, countless holes gradually appeared on the Burmese knife in his hand, like a sieve riddled with holes. Shi Feiyang was filled with shock and resentment. He had never expected that this Burmese knife, which had accompanied him through countless bloody battles and killed countless powerful enemies, would be destroyed in an instant by Liu Tingting's sword energy.

Driven by anger, Shi Feiyang opened his eyes wide and threw the broken knife that was already riddled with holes into the air.

Then, he took a deep breath, and his aura suddenly increased. He performed the "Tathagata Palm" and used the "divine soldiers from heaven".

His palm instantly became golden and shining, like a golden sun, emitting dazzling light and illuminating the dark night sky.

This move is extremely powerful, carrying a breathtaking force that can shake the heaven and earth.

The palm wind roared, carrying a powerful airflow that swept up the surrounding dust. In extreme anger, Shi Feiyang unconsciously activated the ninth level of Mingyu Gong—"Wuji Shura"—which he never dared to use easily.

This realm is the highest realm of Mingyu Gong. Its power is earth-shattering and can freeze rivers and lakes.

In an instant, the temperature within a few hundred feet centered on Shi Feiyang and Liu Tingting dropped sharply, as if entering an icy hell.

The originally gurgling stream froze in an instant, and the water solidified into hard ice, making a "cracking" sound; the surrounding trees could not bear the cold and broke one after another, and the sound of broken branches came one after another; the ground shook violently, and the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, as if the end of the world had come.

Under this extreme cold, the sky and earth quickly solidified into a massive iceberg. Over ten thousand members of the Big Sword Society were instantly frozen within the ice, their expressions frozen in terror, vivid and lifelike, like ice sculptures. The iceberg shimmered with a shimmering light, appearing particularly eerie in the moonlight. For a hundred miles around, heavy snow fell, and the wind was biting, chilling the bones.

In an instant, Liu Tingting felt as if countless attacks that looked like palms but were not palms, like knives but were not knives, and like swords but were not swords were coming at her all over.

These attacks carried powerful force and a strange aura, which distracted her instantly. Her originally orderly defense and attack rhythm was completely disrupted, and she fell into panic.

A trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and she quickly used her magic, and a faint halo appeared around her body, trying to resist these powerful attacks.

However, Shi Feiyang's attacks were continuous like a storm, leaving her overwhelmed.

The spiritual energy emitted by the almost invisible dragon pagoda on the ring on Shi Feiyang's left middle finger broke through Liu Tingting's defense.

Liu Tingting quickly soared into the air, disappearing into the clouds. She lamented how even after becoming an immortal, she still couldn't match Shi Feiyang. Was Mingyu Gong really that powerful? Ugh! The once loving couple, now enemies, was truly heartbreaking.

Shi Feiyang leaned over, grabbed the broken knife from the ground, and with a swift sweep of the knife, he sliced ​​off the heads of over ten thousand of the Big Knife Society's bandits. Under Shi Feiyang's powerful blow, the Liaodong Big Knife Society was wiped out, and this malignant tumor was no longer seen on earth.

Outside Qingfeng Pavilion, a biting, icy wind blew like a ferocious beast freed from its cage, emitting a series of shrill howls as it swept across the world. The wind was sharp and piercing, as if it could pierce one's eardrums, and blowing against one's face felt like countless tiny ice needles pricking one's skin, causing pain.

The snow fluttered all over the sky, like countless light catkins being blown up by the wind, or like pieces of white feathers drifting down slowly, instantly decorating the whole world into a silver-clad ice and snow kingdom.

Everyone in Qingfeng Pavilion took difficult steps in this world of ice and snow.

They were wrapped in thick cotton clothes, but they were still shivering from the cold.

The sight before them left them all dumbfounded. The once lush, vibrant forest was now completely covered in ice and snow. Thick branches were bent beneath the weight of the snow, their overburdened branches covered in glittering icicles, like sharp daggers, gleaming coldly in the dim light.

The snow on the ground was several feet deep. Every step I took would sink into it, making a dull and crisp "crunching" sound, telling of the ruthlessness of the cold.

Everyone was extremely surprised by the sudden heavy snow. At this time of year in previous years, the weather was still mild and such heavy snow would never occur.

They had no idea that all of this was caused by Shi Feiyang's use of the ninth level of Mingyu Gong - "Wuji Shura". The powerful extreme coldness had already changed the climate of this world.

Yang Xueer held her mother Su Yao tightly as they slowly walked forward in the snow. Su Yao's face was as pale as paper, her steps were weak and staggering, and every step she took seemed extremely laborious, but her eyes were full of concern and worry for Shi Feiyang.

At this moment, Yang Xueer's attention was suddenly attracted by a black shadow rushing past.

She looked closely and saw that it was Shi Feiyang flying past with a knife in his hand.

Shi Feiyang's figure appeared particularly agile and sharp against the backdrop of the heavy snow, like a black lightning that instantly cut through the white snow curtain.

Immediately afterwards, over ten thousand of the bandits' heads flew up like waves of ripe fruit swept by a strong wind, drawing strange arcs in the air before slamming heavily onto the snow, splashing patches of crimson blood that formed a stark and tragic contrast with the pristine white. The scene was incredibly shocking, and Yang Xue'er's eyes widened in shock, reflecting the terrifying scene. Her mouth dropped open, and for a moment, she was completely speechless.

Her admiration and love for Shi Feiyang were like surging waves, crashing into her heart again and again.

Shocked, Yang Xueer subconsciously let go of her mother's hand, and ran towards Shi Feiyang eagerly, completely ignoring the thick snow and biting cold wind under her feet.

The snow under her feet was trampled and splashed everywhere, and the splashing snowflakes wet her skirt, but she was completely unaware.

Running to Shi Feiyang, she raised her head slightly, gazing at him affectionately with eyes full of tenderness and concern, and said softly: "Brother Shi, it's so cold outside, let's go back to Qingfeng Pavilion to keep warm."

Her voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of warmth, trying to dispel the chill from Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang stopped and slowly moved his eyes away from Yang Xueer, turning to look at the Burmese knife in his hand that was riddled with holes.

His eyes revealed deep reluctance and attachment. He slowly raised his hand and gently stroked the blade. The movement was gentle and slow, as if he was stroking a close friend who had fought side by side with him for many years and shared life and death with him.

"Xue'er, although this Burmese knife is worn out and riddled with holes, it has accompanied me through countless bloody battles and killed countless evildoers. Every scar records a past of blood and fire, and carries glory and brilliance." Shi Feiyang's voice was low and mellow, carrying strong emotion, echoing in this world of ice and snow.

"Now, the imperial court is in trouble, Bozhou is in rebellion, and the people are in dire straits. As a passionate man, I should rush to the battlefield to quell the rebellion, defend my country, and protect the people of this world. This Burmese knife is given to you, and it will guard Qingfeng Pavilion from now on." Shi Feiyang's eyes were firm and bright, revealing an unshakable determination and a strong sense of family and country. After that, he stuffed the Burmese knife into Yang Xueer's hand.

As Yang Xueer listened to Shi Feiyang's words, tears welled up in her eyes. The tears rolled in her eye sockets like crystal pearls, ready to roll down at any time.

Her lips trembled slightly, and she choked with sobs as she spoke, "Brother Shi, I can't bear to see you go. You must be careful when you go to Bozhou. Once I take care of mother's injuries, I will go to Bozhou to find you immediately."

As she spoke, she hugged the tattered Burmese knife tightly, as if she was hugging Shi Feiyang, and tears fell like beads from a broken string. Her throat seemed to be choked by a huge rock, and she could no longer speak, but could only let out soft sobs.

Su Yao stumbled over, looking at Shi Feiyang with eyes full of emotion, gratitude, and thanks. Her hands trembled slightly as she slowly took off the Sky Frost Blade from her slender waist. The Sky Frost Blade shone with a cool and mysterious light under the light of the snow.

She stepped forward and handed the Sky Frost Blade to Shi Feiyang. Her voice was slightly weak but filled with sincerity as she spoke: "Young Master Shi, if it weren't for your righteous help this time, Qingfeng Pavilion would have been slaughtered and reduced to ruins. This Sky Frost Blade is Xue'er's token of love. Now, on Xue'er's behalf, I give it to you. I hope you will accept it."

Shi Feiyang looked at the Tianshuang Blade that Su Yao handed over, and felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

He wanted to say that his Burmese knife was so broken that he decided not to use the blade anymore, but when he saw the expectant and sincere eyes of Su Yao and her daughter, his heart softened and he couldn't bear to refuse their kindness and hurt their feelings.

So, Shi Feiyang stretched out his hand, solemnly took the Sky Frost Blade, and wore it around his waist.

Then, he clasped his hands together, stood upright, bowed deeply to Su Yao, and said, "Pavilion Master Su, helping Qingfeng Pavilion this time is indeed my duty. Qingfeng Pavilion has been kind to me, and Xue'er is the apple of my eye. Don't worry, when I quell the rebellion and return triumphantly, I will not let Xue'er down, and will not let Qingfeng Pavilion down." After that, Shi Feiyang turned around and resolutely walked towards the distance.

His figure gradually walked away in the flying snow, each step he took was firm and powerful, leaving behind a series of deep footprints.

In Yang Xue'er's tearful eyes, Shi Feiyang's figure grew smaller and smaller, finally disappearing into the vast sea of ​​snow shrouded in night. The cold wind still whistled in his ears, the snow still fluttered down, and the world itself mourned this departure.

More than a thousand meters away from Qingfeng Pavilion, Shi Feiyang stood on the top of the mountain, took a deep breath of the cold air, and the aura around him instantly condensed like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea.

Then, he displayed the amazing "Thousand Miles Without Stopping" unique lightness skill.

In an instant, his figure turned into a black lightning, rushing across the sky and earth at a speed beyond ordinary people's imagination.

In the blink of an eye, it broke through the layers of clouds and mist and flew rapidly towards Suzhou Prefecture in Jiangnan.

Wherever he passed, the wind whistled and the clouds were torn apart by his figure, leaving behind a short and shocking trail.

In early autumn, the sky south of the Yangtze River is as azure as a crystal-clear gem, pure and without a trace of impurities, like a meticulously crafted piece of jade set in the vast expanse of the heavens. Snow-white clouds, like fluffy cotton candy, drift leisurely in the sky, occasionally transforming into various wondrous shapes, adding a touch of dynamic beauty to the vast sky.

The breeze gently blows across the earth, bringing with it a hint of coolness, like a mother's gentle hand caressing all things in the world.

The leaves on the roadside rustled in the breeze, as if whispering a melodious hymn to autumn.

The next morning, the soft sunlight was like golden silk threads, gently spreading over the streets and alleys of Suzhou Prefecture.

This ancient city seemed to be slowly waking up from its slumber, and every inch of land was covered with a layer of warm golden gauze.

The ancient city walls, illuminated by the sun, exude the brilliance of time.

The streets paved with bluestone slabs look even more quaint when illuminated by the sunlight.

Shops on the street are opening one after another, and the owners are busy preparing to welcome a new day of business. The sounds of shouting, chatting and laughing are intertwined, full of the breath of life.

Shi Feiyang was like a meteor across the sky, landing silently in front of the huge stone mansion.

He gently pushed open the heavy door and stepped into the stone mansion. The scene before him made him feel warm in his heart.

Liao Pei, the master of Tongbi Fist, stood in the courtyard, his posture erect and steady like a pine tree. His eyes were as firm as steel as he shouted, "Master, this rebellion in Bozhou has caused great suffering and plunged the people into dire straits. As a righteous sect in the martial arts world, our Xiongying Society must step forward and do our part for the court and the people!"

Lie Quan, the "Qian Kun Sword," vigorously swung the gleaming sword in his hand. The blade sliced ​​through the air, making a whirring sound. He spoke loudly, "That's right! The leader has been so kind to us. Now that the court is in trouble, it's time for us to follow him and repay his service. We must wipe out those rebels and restore peace to the world!"

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong took a step forward, clasped his hands together, and spoke in a voice as loud as a bell: "Master, although I, Wu Zhong, am only a warrior, I also understand the righteousness of my country. I am willing to follow you to Bozhou and fight the rebels to the death with my bare hands!"

Xiao Lingling, the "Double-edged Blade" smiled faintly, her two blades clashing against each other with a crisp sound. She said, "Master, we sisters are no pushovers. This time we're heading to Bozhou, we're going to show those rebels how powerful we are!"

(End of this chapter)