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

Chapter 163 163. Blood Demon Attacks, Heroes Fight Bravely and Show Their Magical Powers

On a mid-autumn night, the sky was as black as ink, and the stars seemed to be hidden. Only the moon, like a silver plate, cast its cool light, covering the mountains and forests with a hazy gauze, making the whole night seem particularly mysterious.

In this mountain forest, the breeze blows gently, and the leaves rustle, as if whispering about the coming storm.

Under the silent night, the Blood Demon Gang, like ghosts, quietly and silently approached the Xiongying Society's base under the cover of darkness. Their figures shuttled through the woods like a pack of lurking wolves, their eyes gleaming with greed and ferocity, as if they were waiting for the perfect moment to launch a fatal attack.

At the front of the team, a sinister smile appeared on the twisted and pale face of the Poison Spider Woman.

She swung the wand in her hand violently, and it was like a black lightning across the night sky.

In an instant, thousands of rockets were fired from all directions. Each rocket carried a blazing flame, whistling through the air, like a group of burning meteors, dragging long tails, and shooting rapidly towards the headquarters of the Xiongying Society.

Rockets fell into the camp one after another, and in an instant, a raging fire broke out in the camp. The flames licked the tents, trees and everything that could burn frantically. The flames shot up into the sky, dyeing the entire night sky an eerie red, as if even the stars were covered by the flames.

However, strangely, the expected miserable screams did not sound. The members of the Blood Demon Gang looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and anxiety. They seemed to have a premonition that things would not go as smoothly as they had planned.

Bai Zhi and the Poisonous Spider Woman, the leader of the "Blood Demon Gang" Tu Zhongtian, the deputy leader "Ghost-faced Rakshasa" Liu Sanniang, the leader of the Azure Dragon Hall "Death Judge" Zhao Dun, the leader of the White Tiger Hall "Poison Lady" Sun Hu, and the leader of the Suzaku Hall "Fiery Mad Knife" Zhou Wanxiong, found it incredible that there were no casualties or screams at the Xiongying Society's headquarters.

Bai Zhi tightly grasped the thorny silver stick. Her eyes were firm and focused as she stared at the blazing flames. Her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she was thinking about some profound question.

She turned to look at the Poison Spider Woman and asked in confusion, "What's going on? Why is there no movement in the camp?" There was a hint of nervousness and uneasiness in her voice, and she had a premonition of what was about to happen.

The Poison Spider Woman's face was so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it. She gently waved her wand, as if sensing something, and muttered, "Could it be... they have been prepared for this?" Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, revealing her inner uneasiness.

"Blood Demon" Tu Zhongtian snorted coldly, with a ruthless look in his eyes: "No matter what preparations he makes, today we must make them pay for their blood debt with blood!" His voice was full of determination and murderous intent, as if he had seen the end of the Xiongying Club disciples.

The voice of "Ghost-faced Rakshasa" Liu Sanniang was low and a little gloomy: "That's right, several hall masters of our Blood Demon Gang are here, how can we not win? But this silence is a bit wrong." She looked around, trying to find out the secret hidden behind this unusual calm.

"Death Judge" Zhao Dun licked his dry lips, his eyes filled with both anticipation and a bit of uneasiness: "Could it be... they have set some kind of trap?" His hand unconsciously touched the weapon at his waist, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

"Poison Lady" Sun Hu curled up the corner of his mouth with a sneer, and his voice was vicious: "So what if there is a trap? Who do we in the Blood Evil Gang fear? Today we must let them see how powerful we are!" His words were full of provocation and confidence.

Zhou Wanxiong, the "Fiery Mad Knife", impatiently waved the big knife in his hand: "Don't dawdle! Just rush in and kill them all!" His voice was full of desire for a bloody battle, and he couldn't wait to start this bloody battle.

However, at this moment, a gust of wind blew, and the fire seemed to suddenly weaken a lot. The camp was still quiet, without any sound.

Everyone looked at each other, and an inexplicable chill rose in their hearts. This strange silence indicated that a bigger storm was coming.

Just as they were stunned, Shi Feiyang, like a dazzling star, led the heroes of the Xiongying Society and three thousand disciples out of the camp like a surging tide. Their appearance was like the sun suddenly rising in the night sky, dispelling all the darkness.

Shi Feiyang, this heroic hero, stands tall and straight like a god of war descending from the sky.

He was dressed in black, and with the light of the fire, his figure looked even more heroic, like an insurmountable barrier in the night.

His eyes were firm and sharp, revealing a fearless courage and insight that could see through any conspiracy and intrigue, striking fear into anyone who tried to stand in his way. Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, then shouted, "Kill!" The voice was powerful and resounding through the night sky, as deafening as a bell, as if to shatter the darkness and make the enemy tremble in fear.

The heroes and disciples of the Xiongying Society followed closely behind. They shouted in unison, and their voices gathered together to form a powerful wave of sound that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, making the enemy terrified and feel the endless anger and power from the side of justice.

Their eyes were full of determination and fighting spirit. Facing the enemy, they were not afraid and moved forward bravely, like a tiger pouncing on its prey. With the determination to win and the indomitable will, they rushed towards the enemy, vowing to achieve the final victory in this bloody battle.

Shi Feiyang displayed his dreaded "Hundred Victories Sword Technique". The long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, like a silver lightning, drawing dazzling rays of light in the mountains and forests.

His swordsmanship was as smooth as flowing clouds and water, and every move and every style revealed unparalleled power, as if it could split mountains and cut off rivers.

His figure was as nimble as lightning, and he performed a move called "Sword Flashing Shadow". The sword energy crisscrossed and formed sharp rays of light in the air, like a meteor across the night sky, illuminating the entire mountain forest.

Wherever the sword flashed, the enemy's defenses were torn apart like paper, leaving behind shocking scars.

Wherever the sword energy went, the Poison Spider Man and the Blood Evil Gang fell to the ground one after another. Their bodies were cut by the sword energy, leaving bloody marks. Blood splattered and dyed the ground red, presenting a bloody picture under the night sky.

Shi Feiyang's swordsmanship was like the god of death's scythe, ruthlessly reaping lives and making the enemy tremble in fear.

Shi Feiyang's swordsmanship is swift and precise, and each blow carries a tremendous force, aiming to kill all the enemies without leaving any chance of survival.

His movements were like thunder, and every swing was extremely precise. He had already reached such a level of perfection.

His swordsmanship was like a violent storm, and each strike contained endless power, making it impossible to resist.

His sword flashed like a ghost across the battlefield, and every swing took the enemy's life, leaving the enemy nowhere to escape.

His swordsmanship is not just a martial art, but more like an art. Every swing is a perfect combination of power and beauty.

In this fierce and bloody battle, Shi Feiyang is not only a brave martial arts hero, but also a wise and brave leader.

He constantly monitors the battlefield situation, directing the disciples of the Xiongying Society to fight in coordination, leveraging the terrain and numerical superiority to gradually drive the enemy into a desperate situation. His leadership and strategic vision ensure that the Xiongying Society always has the upper hand in the bloody battle.

Under his leadership, the morale of the heroes and the disciples of the Xiongying Society was greatly boosted. They were like tigers descending from the mountains, unstoppable, pushing the enemy back step by step. Their courage and strength, inspired by Shi Feiyang, were like a torrent, breaking through the enemy's defenses.

At this time, Feng Xu, the son of the "Poisonous Snake King" Feng Yuanlong, saw that the situation was not good. He roared and used the secret skills of Xuanwu Hall in an attempt to turn the tide of the battle.

His eyes were filled with determination and anger, and he wanted to concentrate all his strength into this one strike.

However, Shi Feiyang had already seen through the situation. He dodged Feng Xu's attack easily with a flash of his body, and then slashed at Feng Xu's vitals with lightning speed.

Feng Xu was horrified. He never expected Shi Feiyang's skills and swordsmanship to be so powerful. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

Shi Feiyang's knife was like lightning that cut through the sky and hit the target accurately.

With a "puff" sound, Feng Xu's body was split into two halves by Shi Feiyang's Tianshuang Blade. Blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the nearby flowers, plants and trees red.

This bloody picture is chilling.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong took a deep breath and activated the "Six Harmonies Sutra". The aura around him underwent a significant change at this moment.

His eyes were firm and deep, as if he had seen through the mystery of the cycle of life and death. His palms began to emit a faint golden light, which was a sign that he was about to use his unique skill "Demon Subduing Palm".

In the blink of an eye, his palms seemed to transform into a pair of iron hammers. Every time he swung them, they brought up gusts of whistling wind. The wind contained incomparable power and was extremely shocking.

He rushed towards the enemy like a tiger, and each blow contained the power of thunder and lightning, enough to knock several people away.

Those enemy bandits who were unfortunately hit were thrown out by the huge force like kites with broken strings, and fell heavily to the ground, with blood spurting from their mouths, groaning in pain, and finally died tragically on the ground.

His palm technique was like a violent storm, and each palm contained endless power that was impossible to resist. It was as if he was a god descending from heaven. Every attack made the enemy feel the approach of death and the irresistible pressure.

Under Wu Zhong's fierce attack, the enemy's formation began to become chaotic. They retreated one after another, trying to escape from this terrifying forest and this "slaughterhouse" that made them feel terrified.

However, Wu Zhong was like a ghost, his figure shuttled among the enemies, and each palm accurately landed on the enemy's vital points. Every attack made the enemy feel a fatal threat.

"Iron Palm Wu Zhong lives up to his reputation!" someone in the crowd exclaimed, his voice full of admiration and shock.

Wu Zhong ignored the praises. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to protect the chief leader and the brothers of the Xiongying Society.

He continued to unleash his "Demon Subduing Palm," aiming to kill the enemy bandits one by one. His movements were smooth and flowing, each palm full of power and beauty. At this time, Shi Feiyang also noticed Wu Zhong's heroic performance.

He secretly admired in his heart: With a brother like Wu Zhong by his side, the Xiongying Club will be invincible.

Miao Menlong, the "master archer," stood in the distance, his expression calm, his bow drawn and arrow drawn. The moonlight shone on his face, illuminating his resolute expression.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, aiming at the enemy's vital points, as if he could see through everything.

He loosened his fingers slightly, and the arrow shot out like a meteor chasing the moon, cutting through the night sky with unstoppable force.

Every arrow fired was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and every arrow hit the enemy's vital points with precision. The arrows penetrated the enemy's armor as if through thin paper, hitting the enemy's fatal spot, instantly rendering those who attempted to resist incapable of resistance.

Those enemy bandits who were shot in the vitals fell to the ground and died instantly. Their deaths were so tragic, as if they were harvested by the scythe of the god of death.

Miao Menlong's archery was unparalleled, each arrow a death-defying call, annihilating the enemy's despair and leaving them with no hope of survival. The enemy bandits were horrified; they had never witnessed such precision. For a moment, the only sounds in the forest were the whistling of arrows piercing the air and the screams of fallen bandits. Miao Menlong, however, remained steady like a statue, his gaze never leaving the enemy's vital points.

His arrows were not only accurate but also extremely fast. The enemy bandits had no way to dodge and could only watch the shadow of death closing in on them. Under his rain of arrows, the number of enemy bandits decreased rapidly and their morale plummeted to the bottom.

Miao Menlong's archery skills seem to be innate.

Every time he shot the arrow, it was as smooth as flowing water, without any hesitation or pause, and each arrow was full of power and beauty.

"The archer is indeed worthy of his reputation!" Exclamations were heard again from the crowd. The disciples of the Xiongying Society were shocked by Miao Menlong's archery skills and were impressed by the skills of this archer.

Miao Menlong ignored the praise. He had only one thought in mind: to shoot all the enemy bandits. His eyes revealed determination and coldness: as long as he still had the bow and arrow in his hand, no one could escape his punishment.

Tu Zhongtian, the leader of the "Blood Demon Gang" and also known as the "Blood Demon", realized that the situation was not favorable to him during the battle. His eyes were wide open with blood-red light flashing in them, like a messenger walking out of the depths of hell, emitting a chilling murderous intent.

Tu Zhongtian suddenly leaped up and unleashed his strange and brutal "Blood Demon Palm." As he swung his palms, an evil aura permeated the air as he lunged at "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong. His palm technique was like a ghost, elusive and impossible to defend against.

Each of his palms contained powerful internal force and emitted a sharp whistling sound.

The two men immediately engaged in a fierce fight, their figures moving so swiftly in the flames that it was impossible to keep up. From time to time, their palms collided, making a loud "boom" sound. Each collision generated a powerful gust of air, sweeping the surrounding dust and leaves into the air.

The bloody battle was so fierce that it seemed as if even the sky and earth changed color. The firelight illuminated their faces, revealing their determination and resoluteness.

When Tu Zhongtian waved his palms, a layer of blood-red light would appear on his palms.

The light seemed to possess life, flickering with an eerie luster. Once struck, the wound would bleed profusely, and the internal energy would be gradually drained away, rapidly weakening the body, and all vitality would be drained away.

This palm technique is not only extremely powerful, but also extremely corrosive, causing people to slowly lose their resistance in pain.

However, as a lay disciple of Shaolin, Wu Zhong has the magical power of "Six Harmonies Sutra" to protect his body. His "Demon Subduing Palm" is one of Shaolin's unique skills. His palm technique is extremely powerful and almost no one in the martial arts world can defeat him.

His moves were powerful and each palm strike contained deep internal strength that could penetrate mountains. It was incredibly powerful.

The two men attacked each other with attack and ferocity, neither of them giving in. Both wanted to kill the other quickly. Dust flew wherever the palm wind reached.

No one could get close, and no one dared to get close, within a few feet of the surrounding area.

Each of their moves was filled with determination and murderous intent.

Although Tu Zhongtian's "Blood Demon Palm" is evil and cruel, it cannot completely gain the upper hand in front of Wu Zhong's "Demon Subduing Palm".

Every time the palm winds collided, it was like two stars suddenly colliding in the night sky, making a deafening sound.

In the firelight, the two figures were like ghosts, fast and unpredictable.

Tu Zhongtian's expression grew increasingly ferocious. He knew that if he couldn't decisively fight quickly, once Wu Zhong discovered his weakness, he would be doomed. So, he increased his power once more, waving his palms. The blood-red light grew increasingly dazzling, as if it was about to swallow up the entire space.

Wu Zhong's eyes were wide open, his expression determined. He used his "Demon Subduing Palm" to its fullest potential, each palm strike like a mountain collapsing, unstoppable. The fierce battle between the two had entered a white-hot stage, and the air around them was boiling with the stirring of their powerful internal energy.

The flames, palm winds and dust intertwined together to form a thrilling picture.

Deputy Gang Leader Liu Sanniang, known as the "Ghost-Faced Rakshasa," wore a ferocious ghost mask, appearing even more sinister and terrifying in the firelight. She wielded the "Evil Whip," which shone with a cold light, like a demonic hand reaching out from the depths of hell.

She swung the whip violently and hit the "archer" Miao Menlong.

At this moment, the "water dragon" Jin Liufu came flying like a black lightning.

He used the "Golden Goose Skill" and his body was as light as a swallow, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

At the same time, he used the "Eight Trigrams Wandering Knife", and the long knife in his hand flashed coldly in the moonlight. The knife light flashed and collided with Liu Sanniang's "Yin Sha Whip", making a series of "ding ding dang dang" crisp sounds.

The two men fought fiercely.

Their figures sometimes separated and sometimes approached in the interweaving of firelight and moonlight. Every attack and defense was full of thrills and excitement.

Liu Sanniang's "Yin Sha Whip" follows her like a shadow, and every strike is accompanied by a shrill whistling sound, which is terrifying.

Jin Liufu's "Bagua Youshen Dao" was equally impressive, his swordsmanship was exquisite, sometimes opening and closing vigorously, sometimes delicate and subtle, and he resolved Liu Sanniang's attacks one by one.

In the fierce battle, Liu Sanniang retreated violently, her "Yin Sha Whip" swung violently, entangling Jin Liufu's long sword. Jin Liufu snorted coldly, his wrist trembling slightly, and the long sword inflicted a deep gash on the whip. Then, using this momentum, he leaped forward, his long sword slashing at Liu Sanniang like lightning. This series of movements was as smooth as flowing water, showcasing Jin Liufu's profound internal strength and superb mastery of the sword.

Liu Sanniang dodged the attack by moving her body to the side, but a piece of the "Yin Sha Whip" was cut off by Jin Liufu's long sword.

Her expression changed slightly, obviously she didn't expect Jin Liufu's swordsmanship to be so sharp.

The two men clashed once more, back and forth, neither giving in. The air around them was filled with a murderous aura. Every clash of weapons emitted a crisp sound, echoing across the empty battlefield, telling of the fierceness and cruelty of this bloody battle.

Zhao Dun, the "Death Judge" and leader of the Azure Dragon Hall of the Blood Demon Gang, was like an enraged beast, his muscles tense and emitting a ferocious aura. His eyes revealed an endless killing intent, a desire to tear everything in sight into shreds, leaving no trace behind.

He roared, stomping his feet hard on the ground, sending the dust flying. The entire scene resembled a sandstorm, covering the sky and the sun. Then, like an arrow from a bow, he lunged towards the "Archer" Miao Menlong, moving so fast that it was almost impossible to catch his figure. It seemed as if time slowed down before him.

At this moment, he unleashed the "Evil Tiger Fist", which was extremely powerful. Every punch he threw was accompanied by a whistling sound, shaking the heaven and earth.

The muscles in his arms bulged as if they were made of steel. His right fist slammed into Miao Menlong's chest with the force of a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. The wind from his fist was whistling, and he wanted to blast Miao Menlong away directly, shaking the earth.

However, "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun reacted quickly and appeared in an instant like a black shadow.

The iron flute in his hand gleamed coldly in the moonlight as he unleashed the "Tian Gang Acupuncture Technique." His body was agile, like an agile monkey, dancing on the edge of the knife, dodging left and right, deftly avoiding Zhao Dun's fierce punches, instantly dancing with death.

At the same time, he quickly pointed the iron flute in his hand, and the tip of the flute was like a sharp dagger, directly pressing against the major acupuncture points on Zhao Dun's body.

Every time an acupoint was pressed, it was accompanied by a fierce force. Once Zhao Dun was hit, he would instantly lose the ability to move, as if he was under a spell, and his whole body would be frozen in place, unable to move.

Seeing this, Zhao Dun quickly retracted his fist and defended himself, using his arm to block Xiang Kun's iron flute attack.

The two figures crossed each other and started a fierce fight.

Their movements were as fast as lightning and dazzling.

Zhao Dun relied on the power of the "Evil Tiger Fist" to launch continuous strong attacks with heavy fist shadows; Xiang Kun relied on the exquisiteness of the "Tiangang Acupoint Pressing Method" to break Zhao Dun's force with cleverness and look for flaws in the gaps between his attacks. The iron flute flashed with cold light from time to time, trying to hit Zhao Dun's acupoints.

As the fierce battle intensified, the two men's breathing became more and more rapid, and sweat slid down their cheeks like a waterfall. The moment it touched the ground, it was evaporated by the high temperature and turned into invisible water vapor.

Zhao Dun's "Evil Tiger Fist" is extremely powerful, and each punch contains tremendous force to split mountains and crack rocks. However, Xiang Kun's "Tiangang Acupoint Pressing Method" is as elusive as a ghost. Every precise acupoint press makes people feel terrified, as if they will be hit in the vitals in the next moment.

Zhao Dun roared, swinging his fists once more, attacking Xiang Kun like a tiger pouncing on its prey, attempting to overwhelm his opponent with his superior strength. However, Xiang Kun, like a slippery loach, deftly dodged Zhao Dun's fierce attack, while his iron flute drew an elegant arc in the air, heading straight for Zhao Dun's "Jian Jing" acupoint.

Zhao Dun quickly turned sideways and avoided the fatal blow in an extremely thrilling way, but Xiang Kun's iron flute followed closely and pointed at Zhao Dun's "temple" again.

At this critical moment, Zhao Dun suddenly displayed the wonderful skill of "Returning Wind and Brushing Willow". His figure was like light willow catkins, floating in the air, and he miraculously broke free from Xiang Kun's continuous attacks.

He seized the opportunity and immediately counterattacked. His right fist, like a tiger descending from the mountain, struck Xiang Kun's abdomen with a fierce gust of wind. The attack was so fierce that it was terrifying. Facing Zhao Dun's fierce counterattack, Xiang Kun simply snorted coldly and advanced instead of retreating. His iron flute drew a dazzling trajectory in the air and met Zhao Dun's fist head-on.

There was only a loud "clang" sound, and the sound of metal clashing was deafening. Both of their bodies were shaken by the huge impact force.

After more than thirty fierce battles, Zhao Dun and Xiang Kun had both tried their best, with every move and every style being used without reservation, which shows how fierce the fight was.

Sun Hu, the "Poison Lady," the leader of the White Tiger Hall of the Blood Demon Gang, lurked in the shadows, her eyes as cold as a snake, as if she could see into people's hearts. In her hand, she toyed with a poison needle, as thin as an ox hair, gleaming an eerie blue light in the moonlight, revealing at a glance that it was coated with a deadly poison.

A sneer flickered across her lips, and with a flick of her wrist, a swarm of poisonous needles swiftly hurled themselves at the "Archer" Miao Menlong like a swarm of black bees. The needles traced subtle arcs through the air, piercing Miao Menlong's vitals with a sharp whistling sound, piercing even the air. But Shan Zhi, the "Plum Blossom Dart," was already prepared. His sharp eyes watched Sun Hu's every move.

The moment the poison needle flew out, he quickly reached into his arms and took out a plum blossom dart.

These plum blossom darts are exquisitely shaped, and the dart bodies sparkle with silver light.

Shan Zhi exerted force with his wrist, which turned as fast as a windmill. The plum blossom darts shot out like meteors chasing the moon, flying towards the poison needles.

There was a series of crisp "ding ding dang dang" sounds, and the plum blossom dart accurately shot down Sun Hu's poison needle, sparks flying everywhere.

The two men used hidden weapons against each other and launched a thrilling battle.

Sun Hu kept changing his techniques, shooting poison needles from different angles and directions, trying to break through Shan Zhi's defense; Shan Zhi was fully focused, and the plum blossom dart in his hand was like a nimble butterfly, drawing graceful arcs in the air, shooting down the poison needles one by one.

In this thrilling hidden weapon duel, the situation becomes increasingly intense.

The two masters exchanged blows, each with their own moves, making it difficult to determine the winner. Sun Hu's face gradually became gloomy. She had never expected that Shan Zhi's skills in concealed weapons were so superb that even her poison needles could not get close to him.

Faced with this situation, Sun Hu made up her mind and decided to use her last trump card.

She quickly retreated, and the poison needles that were originally fired continuously in her hands suddenly stopped. Her hands began to quickly form various complex hand seals, and she muttered something, as if casting some ancient and mysterious spell.

At the moment when Sun Hu cast the spell, Shan Zhi suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis rising from the bottom of his heart. He immediately looked up and saw a black shadow like a ghost rushing towards him at an astonishing speed. The black shadow exuded a chilling chill.

Shan Zhi realized the situation was not good and immediately used his Qinggong skills to perform a nimble flip in the air, barely avoiding the fatal blow from the shadow. However, the moment he landed, he felt a sharp pain in his ankle. It turned out that during the tumble, he accidentally stepped on a hidden weapon.

This hidden weapon is extremely poisonous. Once stabbed, the wound will quickly fester and cause unbearable pain.

Although Shan Zhi was in unbearable pain, he gritted his teeth, steadied his body, and stared at the black shadow and Sun Hu in front of him with a firm gaze.

When Sun Hu saw Shan Zhi's painful expression, a smug sneer appeared on his lips.

She slowly walked towards Shan Zhi, and aimed the poison needle in her hand at his vital parts again, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang flew over like a meteor. The extreme coldness of his Mingyu Gong instantly froze the black shadow and prevented it from attacking Shan Zhi fatally.

Then, Shi Feiyang held the Sky Frost Blade in his hand and used the "Heaven and Earth Live Together" move to split the black shadow and Sun Fox into 179 pieces with the force of thunder, ending this thrilling hidden weapon duel.

Afterwards, Shi Feiyang carefully helped Shan Zhi sit down. He used the magical internal skill of "shooting the bull from behind the mountain" and flicked the middle finger of his right hand lightly, skillfully ejecting the poison needle that was stuck in Shan Zhi's ankle.

Then, he took out the precious "Tianshan Snow Lotus Water" from his arms and carefully cleaned Shan Zhi's wound.

Afterwards, Shi Feiyang took out a series of precious pills from his body, including "Shaohuan Pill", "Dahuan Pill", "Huanhun Pill", "Juhun Pill", "Huinxin Pill" and "Youshen Pill", and fed them to Shan Zhi one by one.

Several disciples of the Xiongying Society quickly stepped forward, carefully helped Shan Zhi up, and took him away from the battlefield.

Shi Feiyang didn't hesitate at all. He quickly grabbed the Tianshuang Blade on the ground and continued his wanton slaughter of the enemy bandits.

He was seen with a nimble figure, rising into the air like a flying swallow, the Sky Frost Blade in his hand slashing cold rays in the air, and every swing was accompanied by a "click" sound. The enemy's heads fell to the ground one after another, and blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the flowers, plants and trees in the entire forest blood red.

The bloody battle became more and more intense, and every time Shi Feiyang swung his sword, the enemy would wail and fall.

His figure shuttled through the forest like a white lightning. Wherever he went, the bandits of the Blood Evil Gang were frightened and retreated.

As the fierce battle continued, the number of Blood Demon Gang members gradually decreased, but those who remained were elites who had undergone rigorous training. They began to regroup and tried to form a circle to besiege Shi Feiyang.

However, Shi Feiyang was no pushover. With a swift turn, his Sky Frost Blade traced silver streaks through the air, each strike precise and deadly, preventing the enemy from getting close. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, and each strike left the enemy feeling hopeless. The Blood Demon Gang's siege plan proved vulnerable before Shi Feiyang's prowess.

Zhou Wanxiong, the leader of the Suzaku Hall and also known as the "Fiery Mad Blade", exuded a fiery aura all over his body. He turned into an active volcano, and the blade of the long sword he held tightly in his hand was burning with blazing flames. The flames seemed to be rising from the depths of hell, burning and distorting the surrounding air, forming a suffocating heat wave, and even the air was shaking.

He roared, the sound shaking the whole area, raised the burning long sword in his hand high, and with a "flaming slash", with overwhelming momentum, slashed towards the "archer" Miao Menlong like a raging sea.

Wherever the long sword passed, it left a dazzling flame, like a galloping fire dragon, leaving a fiery trail in the air and making a sharp whistling sound, announcing the fierceness and cruelty of this bloody battle.

At this moment, the beautiful "Miao Dao Sect" girl Qi Meizhen shouted, her voice was crisp and pleasant, and rushed towards her like a pink lightning.

The Miao Dao in her hand flashed with a cold light, and she unleashed the Miao Dao School's unique skill, "Miaoling Fury Slash." With an incomparably sharp blade wind, she met Zhou Wanxiong's blazing flaming long sword. With a loud clang, sparks flew, and the two swords collided. The powerful impact sent them both back several steps, and even the ground trembled beneath their feet.

Maggie Cheung took advantage of the situation and spun gracefully. The Miao Dao in her hand transformed into a spirit snake, stabbing towards Zhou Wanxiong's throat with incredible swiftness. Her movements were as fast as a phantom, dazzling and difficult to grasp.

Faced with this sudden attack, Zhou Wanxiong reacted quickly. He quickly held his sword horizontally to block it, and at the same time activated the flames on the sword, trying to force Qi Meizhen back with this scorching force.

The two men displayed their magical powers in the fierce battle, and the long swords in their hands flashed back and forth, and they fought fiercely.

Their movements were so fast that they were like two lightning bolts crossing in the air, making it difficult to keep up.

Maggie Cheung relied on the exquisite Miao Dao swordsmanship to be agile and swift in her moves; while Zhou Wanxiong relied on the powerful force of his flame swordsmanship. Each of his swords was accompanied by a blazing flame, and was as powerful as the God of Fire descending to earth, extremely mighty.

The fierce battle intensified, the air around seemed to be on fire, the heat waves were rolling, making it difficult to breathe.

The battle was so fierce that it seemed as if even the air was ignited, with waves of heat rolling and suffocating.

Every time Zhou Wanxiong swung his flaming sword, it was accompanied by a blazing flame, as shocking as a volcanic eruption, and the flames seemed to devour everything.

The beauty of the Miao Dao sect, Michelle Yim, responded with ease, her exquisite Miao Dao swordsmanship, her figure as elusive as a ghost. Her movements were light and swift, like a fairy dancing in the air.

At this moment, Zhou Wanxiong swung his sword, and the flame shot out like a dragon, soaring into the sky. Qi Meizhen turned her body to the side, and her Miao Dao was like lightning, instantly cutting into the flames. The two collided again, making a deafening noise, as if even the earth was shaking.

As the fierce battle continued, the physical strength of both men was gradually depleted, but their fighting spirit became higher and higher.

Zhou Wanxiong's flaming sword became hotter and hotter, as if it was going to burn everything to ashes.

And Michelle Yim's Miao Dao became more and more sharp, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, cutting everything.

At this moment, Michelle Yim suddenly retreated violently, and the Miao Dao in her hand drew a perfect arc in the air and stabbed towards Zhou Wanxiong's chest.

In this move, she gathered all her strength and the speed was astonishing.

Zhou Wanxiong was horrified when he saw this and quickly raised his sword to block, but it was too late. The Miao Dao had already pierced his chest like lightning.

"Ah!" Zhou Wanxiong let out a scream, and his whole body burned like a lit torch.

The flaming sword in his hand also lost its light at this moment and fell to the ground.

And Michelle Yim stood where she was, the Miao Dao in her hand not stained with blood. She looked coldly at Zhou Wanxiong's body, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)