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

Chapter 170: Battle in the Cold Night: The Legend of Michelle Yim

On a cold night, it was like a ferocious beast lurking in the dark abyss, tightly enveloping Feihu Pass with its fangs and claws.

Under the inky blue sky, snowflakes fluttered down, like countless elves in white feathers, dancing gracefully in the deep night sky. They were light in posture, yet carrying some unknown mission.

However, behind this dreamlike snow scene, a thrilling bloody battle that could change the world is quietly unfolding.

On the Feihu Pass city wall, the biting cold wind was like a sharp blade, whistling and weaving through the air, making the flags on the city wall flutter. The sound was like the roar of war drums, adding a passionate background sound to this bloody battle.

The snowflakes, whipped by the fierce wind, flew like arrows from a bow, lashing people's faces with piercing pain, slicing even their skin. The snow beneath the city walls was already stained with blood.

The crimson blood and the pure white snow intertwined and seeped together, creating a horrifying scene, as if the earth was silently weeping over the brutality of the slaughter. Like a war god descended from the sky, Maggie Cheung stood majestically at the heart of the city wall amidst the icy snow.

Her eyes were like two flames in the cold night, flashing with a firm and blazing light, and her whole body naturally exuded a powerful aura that inspired awe and chilling fear.

She used the improved Miao Dao techniques as a solid foundation, and through careful research and repeated refinement, she created the "Seventeen Armor-Breaking Styles" and "Six-Harmony Sword Formation", which had long been famous in past fierce battles and became the Xiongying Society's magic weapon to defeat the enemy and be invincible.

At this moment, the long Miao knife in her hand was shining with cold light. The cold light was like a nimble silver snake, wandering in the darkness, ready to pounce at any time, give the enemy a fatal blow, and take the enemy's life.

In this fierce battle that could be described as epic, Michelle Yim's three thousand disciples were like an army of steel, performing the "Seventeen Armor-Breaking Styles" and "Six-Harmony Sword Formation" in unison.

Their movements were fierce and powerful, each move contained tremendous strength, and they coordinated with each other seamlessly, with a tacit understanding.

Where the sword flashed, an indestructible and unbreakable steel defense line was built out of thin air, firmly blocking the enemy's attack.

Every move of the "Seventeen Armor-Breaking Formations" accurately and precisely targets the enemy's vital parts. The sharp wind from the sword whistles past, as if it can tear through the air, making a sharp whistling sound; the "Six-Harmony Sword Formation" connects everyone closely to form an organic coordinated combat entity, which can attack when advancing and defend when retreating, and is airtight, leaving the enemy with no chance of finding any flaws.

The "Seventeen Armor-Breaking Styles" and "Six-Harmony Sword Formation" performed by the 3,000 disciples of the Xiongying Society coordinated with each other, like two tightly entwined dragons, and launched a fierce and bloody battle with the "Thunder Sword Formation" transformed from the Tusi Bronze Drum Formation, which shocked the world and made ghosts weep.

Liang Shouluo's "Thunder Blade Formation" was joined by a force of agile and fiercely skilled Japanese pirates. Like venomous snakes lurking in the darkness, these pirates waited for their opportunity to strike, striking with ruthless determination. However, faced with the exquisite and varied "Seventeen Armor-Breaking Formations" and "Six-Harmony Blade Formation" of the Xiongying Society disciples, their advantages were gradually eroded, and their weaknesses became apparent.

Two suffocatingly powerful forces collided violently on the snow, just like two meteors from the depths of the universe, colliding with each other with devastating force, stirring up snowflakes all over the sky.

Every clash of swords was accompanied by a crisp and deafening sound. The sound seemed to be a roar from hell, echoing for a long time in the silent cold night.

The aftermath of the fierce battle swept snowflakes high into the air, fluttering wildly and disorderly, like a group of lost white ghosts, witnessing every moment of this brutal battle. The screams of the villains in Liang Shouluo's "Thunder Blade Chariot" were heard one after another under the fierce attack of Qi Meizhen's disciples.

As the blades flashed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and blood splattered everywhere, spreading across the white snow like a blooming, enchanting blood-red flower, shocking the sight. Liang Shouluo saw his own camp suffering heavy casualties, like a shaky building about to collapse, and felt ashamed and angry.

His eyes instantly filled with bloodshot, turning red, like a mad beast, losing his mind. He brandished the Nine-ring Miao Knife that contained a hidden poison sac, and with a heart full of anger and unwillingness, he attacked Qi Meizhen frantically.

As the blade was swung, a faint green venom oozed out. In the dim light of the snowy night, it flashed with a strange and dangerous light, just like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, which made people shudder.

He let out a deafening roar, and his sword was as powerful as a tiger descending from a mountain. With overwhelming force, he slashed towards Michelle Yim, trying to break through her defenses, turn the tide, and save the impending defeat.

Facing such a crazy and ferocious attack from Liang Shou Luo, Maggie Cheung remained calm and composed, as if she was facing a collapse of Mount Tai and remained unfazed.

The long Miao Dao in her hand danced fiercely and swiftly, and the shadows of the sword overlapped, like an impenetrable silver light curtain, blocking Liang Shouluo's violent attacks one by one.

The moment the knives collided, a crisp sound was heard, just like the breaking of hard ice in winter. It was particularly harsh in the almost eerie silence of the night sky, as if to completely break the tranquility of this cold night.

Maggie Cheung's knife skills are not only sharp and swift, but also contain extraordinary wisdom.

The Miao Dao swordsmanship was originally created to defeat the Japanese swordsmanship and has been honed and tempered through countless actual combats.

At this moment, Michelle Yim was fending off Liang Shouluo's attacks while cleverly observing his every move and every flaw.

Every time she struck out with her sword, it was perfectly timed, precisely cutting into Liang Shouluo's defensive loopholes and neutralizing his offensive.

Her figure is agile and light, moving freely among the flashes of swords and sabers, just like a rose blooming on a bloody battlefield. She has the softness and elegance of a martial arts beauty, as well as the ruthlessness and decisiveness of a general's daughter.

Every time she moves and turns, it is like a graceful dance, but she inadvertently hides deadly moves that are hard to guard against.

At the same time, in the melee among the crowd, the cunning Japanese pirates seized the opportunity to attack.

They brandished the scythes, and this strange weapon instantly decomposed into ten different hidden weapons, flashing a cold light in the dark night sky, just like a group of killers hiding in the dark abyss, shooting viciously at the disciples of the Xiongying Society.

These hidden weapons made sharp and piercing whistling sounds, like the cries of night owls, and drew strange and unpredictable tracks in the darkness. Wherever they went, a chill was spread, making people's backs cold and shudder.

Shan Zhi, the master of "Plum Blossom Dart", had a sharp eye and was extremely perceptive. He saw through the Japanese pirates' vicious hidden weapon tactics at a glance.

He was extremely anxious, his inner anxiety was like a raging fire, and he shouted loudly: "Brothers, be careful in fighting, these hidden weapons are very vicious!" However, before his words echoed in the air, more than a hundred disciples had no time to dodge and fell under the Japanese pirates' hidden weapons.

In an instant, the scene fell into chaos, with screams and shouts intertwined, and the team of the Xiongying Society was briefly in a panic.

Upon seeing this, Shan Zhi was furious and his eyes seemed to be spewing fire, burning with endless anger towards the Japanese pirates.

His hands danced quickly like nimble butterflies, swinging the plum blossom darts.

The plum blossom dart in his hand was like a meteor chasing the moon. With his full anger and firm determination, he shot and killed dozens of Japanese pirates in an instant.

Seeing this, the 3,000 disciples of the Xiongying Society led by Shan Zhi responded one after another and their morale was greatly boosted.

They threw out the plum blossom darts in unison, their movements as regulated as a precision-run machine, showing their well-trained demeanor.

The plum blossom darts were like flying snow, shooting towards the Japanese pirates in an overwhelming manner, forming an extremely spectacular scene in this cold night.

In an instant, the Japanese pirates fell to the ground one after another, screaming under the fierce attack of the plum blossom darts, and more than 300 Japanese pirates died in an instant.

However, the Japanese pirates were stubborn by nature and did not give up.

There are still some masters among them who are fighting stubbornly. These masters are agile and quick in movement. They move around in the crowd like ghosts, constantly performing various weird and evil moves.

Although the disciples of the Xiongying Society were numerous, they gradually began to seem powerless under the fierce attacks of these masters.

They were constantly hit by the Japanese pirates, blood splattered everywhere, the scene became more and more tragic, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Shan Zhi was extremely anxious when he saw this. He rushed forward like lightning and instantly arrived in front of the Japanese pirate masters.

His eyes were like two unsheathed swords, extremely sharp, piercing straight at the enemy in front of him, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

He shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, and suddenly swung his hands with force, and the plum blossom darts shot towards the Japanese pirate masters like a storm.

Although these masters were agile, they began to become flustered under Shan Zhi's fierce and intensive attacks.

They dodged left and right, constantly avoiding the attacks of the plum blossom darts, but many people were still hit.

The Japanese pirate masters fell to the ground one after another, and the scene fell into chaos again.

Seeing this, Shan Zhi felt a surge of pride in his heart, so he took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and waved his hands again.

This time, the plum blossom darts were like endless meteors, continuously streaking across the night sky and shooting towards the remaining Japanese pirates.

Under the relentless onslaught of plum blossom darts, the pirates finally began to crumble, their defenses completely crumbling. They fled in all directions, but where could they escape to in such a cramped space? Shan Zhi pursued them relentlessly, his plum blossom darts following them like a shadow, continuously harvesting the pirates' lives.

At this moment, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen displayed his unique skill "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke".

He looked like the lightest willow catkins in spring, floating leisurely in the air.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the snowy night, seeming real and illusory, as if it had merged into one with the wind and snow in this cold night.

Each of his movements seemed unfettered by gravity, incredibly light. As he darted through the air, the air he created felt like a gentle breeze, making almost no sound. Occasionally, with a tap of his toes, he could change direction mid-air, his movements smooth and natural, without any hindrance.

Xie Wen occasionally swung down the silk net, which was soft yet incredibly tough. In his hands, it unfolded rapidly in the air like a living thing, like a giant, invisible hunting net, precisely enveloping the pirates.

Those Japanese pirates caught in the net were like insects trapped in a spider web, struggling desperately in the air but unable to break free.

Then they fell heavily to the ground, dizzy and unable to resist.

Seeing this, Shi Xiong immediately rushed forward with a long knife in his hand, roaring like a brave and fearless lion.

His eyes were determined, and he stabbed and slashed at the Japanese pirates who fell to the ground without hesitation. Each of his strikes was full of force and fatal, killing the Japanese pirates one by one.

Xie Wen did not stop. He turned around and continued to perform his lightness skills.

His figure quickly shuttled among the Japanese pirates, like a ghost. Every time he shuttled, his Tiancan silk net was thrown out accurately, and each time he could net several enemies, causing the Japanese pirates to be in chaos and their morale to drop.

The bloody battle on the snow became increasingly fierce. Shi Xiong's swordsmanship was extremely powerful, and every swing of his sword was fierce and powerful, accompanied by the screams of the Japanese pirates, which was terrifying. The Japanese pirates trapped in the Tiancan silk net were powerless to fight back and could only wait for death in despair.

Suddenly, a Japanese pirate leader jumped out from the darkness like a wolf, holding a long sword and rushing towards Xie Wen with a fierce murderous aura.

Xie Wen had quick eyes and hands, and reacted extremely quickly. He moved his body to the side and dodged the attack easily like willow catkins floating in the wind.

He swung his hand back, and the Tiancan silk net, like a nimble python, instantly wrapped around the Japanese pirate leader.

Then, he leaped up lightly, drew a graceful arc in the air, and stepped on the pirate leader's chest, crushing him to the ground. The pirate leader groaned in pain, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

Xie Wen looked at him coldly, his voice low but full of deterrence, and said: "Tonight is the end of you Fusang Japanese pirates!"

Shi Xiong and others stepped forward and stabbed the Japanese pirates to death one after another, adding more murderous atmosphere to this bloody battle.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong stood atop the city wall on a snowy night, his aura surging like a towering peak, emanating a chilling sense of oppression. He took a deep breath and activated the powerful "Six Harmonies Sutra" internal energy. Instantly, the zhenqi in his body surged like a surging tide, roaring through his meridians and emitting bursts of low roaring sounds.

As his internal energy circulated, a faint golden glow appeared on his skin, as if a god of war had descended to earth.

Wu Zhong roared, his voice resounding like a bell, unleashing the incomparably powerful "Demon Subduing Palm." His palms swiftly flipped, and a ball of golden light condensed between his palms. That light, like a rising sun, radiated a fiery and dazzling glow.

His figure was like a black lightning, rushing towards Shi Maonian, the deputy leader of the Tianmo Sect, with both palms slamming towards Shi Maonian with overwhelming force. Shi Maonian saw this and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

He was agile and nimble, like an agile monkey, and he quickly dodged sideways.

At the same time, he performed the "Sky Star Palm Technique". His palms danced rapidly in the air, drawing strange arcs, and the shadows of his palms flickered, dazzling like the twinkling stars.

His palm technique seemed graceful, but in fact it contained murderous intent, and each move could attack Wu Zhong unexpectedly.

Wu Zhong was not afraid at all. He faced the attack head-on with a powerful palm technique.

The wind from the "Demon Subduing Palm" was like surging ocean waves, violently colliding with Shi Maonian's "Heavenly Star Palm." Every time their palms collided, a deafening roar erupted, shaking the heavens and earth.

The powerful airflow spread out from the two people as the center, instantly blowing away the falling snowflakes around them and forming a vacuum zone.

Wu Zhong's "Demon Subduing Palm" moves were powerful and every swing of his palm carried a tremendous force.

He performed the "Demon Subduing Heaven" move, raised both palms high, and then slammed them down. The golden palm prints fell towards Shi Maonian like a mountain. Shi Maonian quickly performed the "Heavenly Star Phantom" move, and his body instantly turned into several afterimages, cleverly avoiding Wu Zhong's attack.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Zhong turned around and performed a move called "Demon God Splits the Earth".

He chopped down with one palm, and the palm wind was like a sharp axe, slashing towards the ground.

The palm wind instantly split the ground into a deep crack, which quickly spread towards Shi Maonian.

Shi Maonian was horrified. He tapped his toes lightly and leaped into the air like an arrow.

He performed a move called "Stars Falling to the Earth" in the air, and smashed his palms towards Wu Zhong's head with fierce force.

Wu Zhong looked up, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He shouted and unleashed his "Demon Shield." A golden curtain of light instantly formed around him, firmly protecting him.

Shi Maonian's palms slammed heavily on the golden light curtain, making a dull loud noise.

The golden light curtain shook slightly, but it firmly blocked Shi Maonian's attack.

The two figures quickly intertwined in the night, going back and forth, neither giving in.

Wu Zhong always had the upper hand thanks to his deep internal strength and powerful palm techniques.

Although Shi Maonian was agile and fierce in his attacks, he gradually became overwhelmed by Wu Zhong's powerful offensive. His "Heavenly Star Palm" could occasionally pose a threat to Wu Zhong, but it could not penetrate Wu Zhong's defense.

On the other side, the "archer" Miao Menlong was moving on the battlefield. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he was always alert to the enemy's attack.

From time to time, he drew his bow and arrow, the arrow flashing with cold light, aiming at the Japanese pirates.

His archery skills are unparalleled. Every arrow he shoots is like a meteor across the night sky, with unparalleled speed and accuracy.

With a whoosh, a sharp arrow flew free from the bowstring, instantly piercing a Japanese pirate. The pirate didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed to the ground, dead on sight. Miao Menlong's arrows were unerring, each one taking the life of an enemy, a fact that instilled fear in the pirates.

The Japanese pirate master Muramasa was furious when he saw this.

He drew out his Japanese sword, the blade flashing with a cold light, and pounced towards Miao Menlong like a black lightning.

Muramasa's swordsmanship was sharp and his moves were brutal, each strike carrying a deadly threat. Just as Muramasa was about to pounce on Miao Menlong, the "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun, holding an iron flute, flew over like a green phantom to intercept.

He performed the "Tian Gang Acupuncture Method", and the iron flute in his hand was like a nimble dragon, drawing silver tracks in the air.

Xiang Kun was agile and he cleverly avoided Muramasa's sharp sword moves, while the iron flute accurately hit Muramasa's acupoints.

Muramasa unleashed the strangely powerful "Iai Sword Drawing Technique" (Obmoon Ten Flashes). His Japanese sword was instantly unsheathed, its gleaming blade gleaming like the cold moon in the night sky, its chilling brilliance intimidating. Each strike carried a powerful aura, seemingly slicing through the air around him.

Xiang Kun was not afraid at all. Relying on his superb "Tiangang Acupuncture Method", he engaged in a fierce battle with Muramasa.

Every strike of his iron flute was perfect, avoiding Muramasa's fatal attack while constantly putting pressure on his opponent.

Miao Menlong was observing calmly from the side, his eyes always fixed on Muramasa's every move.

He waited for the perfect moment to shoot, each arrow carefully calculated.

His arrows can not only hit the enemy accurately, but also create opportunities for Xiang Kun to counterattack.

Facing the pincer attack from two masters, the village gradually seemed unable to cope.

Although his "Ten Flashes of the Hazy Moon" was immensely powerful, it gradually lost its edge in the face of Xiang Kun's nimble movements and Miao Menlong's precise archery. His swordsmanship began to show flaws, and his movements became sluggish.

Feihu Pass on a snowy night is like a tragic and grand painting.

The wind was cold and snowflakes were flying wildly in the air, adding a sense of solemnity to the fierce battle.

On the walls of Feihu Pass, the sounds of shouting and killing and the clashing of weapons intertwined together, echoing in the night sky for a long time.

Shi Feiyang was like a towering mountain, standing quietly on the edge of the city wall, his posture straight, as if he could support this chaotic world.

The cold wind was like a knife, cutting through his clothes wantonly. The rustling sound seemed like a silent war song in his heart.

Shi Feiyang's gaze was deep and far-reaching, like the brightest and coldest star in the night sky. With an almost cold composure, he calmly surveyed everything around him. Amidst the chaotic and clamorous bloodbath, Shi Feiyang seemed to be on the sidelines, yet he took in every detail.

It was as if there was a clear mirror in his mind, and he knew very well that Shi Ying must be hiding among the crowd like a poisonous snake in the darkness. Even the mysterious leader of the Demonic Cult, Shi Fengli, was very likely lurking here quietly.

As long as Shi Ying and Shi Fengli remain dormant and show no sign of attack, Shi Feiyang decides to stay put, like a cheetah lurking in the grass, silently accumulating strength.

He concentrated all his strength and energy, compressed all his spirit into an invisible cocoon, ready to go, just to meet the most dangerous enemy that might come at any time.

His eyes were like a cheetah locking onto its prey, focused and persistent. Every subtle movement of the soldiers on both sides in the fierce fight, even the most imperceptible muscle tremor, could not escape his eagle-like eyes.

He was waiting patiently, waiting for the best opportunity to strike, which was fleeting like a meteor across the sky. Once he struck, his attack would be like thunder, with the power to destroy the world, and he would hit the enemy in one blow, completely killing him without giving him any chance to breathe.

Shi Ying's figure was light, just like a snowflake drifting in the wind, floating silently in the air.

Her beautiful face was as cold as frost, and her lips were tightly pursed, like a frozen snow mountain. She neither made any sound to break the clamor of the battlefield, nor did she act rashly to expose her whereabouts. She just watched this thrilling melee quietly and silently.

Her gaze was like a powerful searchlight, penetrating the smoke and chaos of Feihu Pass, overlooking the crowd fighting in Feihu Pass. Her eyes were full of eagerness and anxiety, and she was eagerly searching for Shi Feiyang's figure.

However, even though her eyes were as sharp as a torch and she repeatedly scanned the chaotic crowd, she could not find any trace of Shi Feiyang.

This made Shi Ying feel a little panicked. A feeling of uneasiness spread quietly in her heart like a vine in the dark, gradually eroding her originally firm will.

Meanwhile, Shi Ying's father, Shi Fengli, loomed in mid-air like a black ghost, pursuing "Eagle Detective" Xie Wen at a terrifying speed. His figure was erratic, like a fleeting meteor in the dark night, his speed dazzling the eyes.

Wherever he passed, the air was torn apart by his figure, making a sharp whistling sound.

But Xie Wen's "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke Skill" is unparalleled in the world.

His figure is light and agile, just like catkins dancing in the wind, soft and free; it is also like wisps of rising smoke, ethereal and illusory.

Shi Fengli tried his best, as if chasing an elusive phantom, but he could never touch the corner of Xie Wen's clothes. Every time he seemed to be about to catch up, he always failed.

The fierce battle was in full swing, and Maggie Cheung was like a dazzling star, emitting dazzling light on this battlefield of blood and fire.

She was wearing a red tight-fitting outfit that fit her body perfectly, outlining her graceful and curvaceous figure and showing her feminine beauty.

Her long, shiny black hair was tied up high, and a few strands of hair fluttered freely in the biting cold wind, adding a bit of unruly and heroic spirit to her.

Her eyes were bright and firm, like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, deep and bright, revealing an awe-inspiring and powerful aura, as if she could see through the hearts of her enemies.

In the fierce battle with Liang Shouluo, Maggie Cheung's figure appeared particularly agile under the reflection of the snowy night.

Each of her movements resembles a meticulously choreographed dance, graceful yet powerful. Her every gesture resembles that of a dancing fairy, light and graceful, yet imbued with the fierceness and decisiveness unique to a daughter of a military family.

Seeing that he had been unable to capture the city for a long time, Liang Shouluo's anxiety grew like a raging fire.

He knew very well that if he could not defeat Michelle Yim today, he would fall into an abyss from which there would be no escape, with no possibility of recovery.

So, he tried his best and exerted his strength to the extreme.

Every time he swung his sword, it was packed with tremendous force, as if to split the snow in half. He slashed fiercely towards Maggie Cheung's vital parts, trying to end the battle quickly, break the stalemate, and win a chance of survival for himself.

However, Michelle Yim was like a nimble fish, weaving and weaving freely amidst the surging waves of swords and sabers. Her movements were light and graceful, and each time she dodged Liang Shouluo's attacks, she seemed so calm and at ease, blending into her surroundings like a fish swimming freely in water.

Her "Seventeen Armor-Breaking Styles" were created specifically to break Japanese sword techniques, and they embody her countless efforts and wisdom.

Each move contained immense power and was incredibly sharp. Once unleashed, the blade shone with a gleaming, chilling air.

Once it hits the opponent, it can completely destroy its defense in an instant, just like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

After thirty moves, Liang Shouluo's offensive gradually became chaotic. His eyes revealed increasingly obvious fear and anxiety, and his breathing became rapid and heavy, like a worn-out bellows, emitting a heavy wheezing sound.

He knew in his heart that if he continued like this, he would be defeated by Michelle Yim sooner or later.

So, he made up his mind and decided to take a gamble, concentrating all his strength on this final blow.

He let out an earth-shaking roar, which broke through the silence of the snowy night and made the air around him tremble.

His figure was like a ferocious tiger, and he pounced towards Michelle Yim with an indomitable and desperate momentum, holding the knife high in his hand with endless murderous intent.

Seeing this, a trace of solemnity flashed in Qi Meizhen's eyes. Just when Liang Shouluo's knife was about to touch her body, Qi Meizhen disappeared in an instant like a ghost. Liang Shouluo's attack missed, and because of the excessive force, his body suddenly lost its balance and stumbled forward a few steps.

A trace of panic appeared on his face, but he didn't have time to react.

At this critical moment, Michelle Yim attacked him from behind like lightning.

She raised the Miao Dao in her hand high, with a cold light flashing on the blade, and swung it fiercely with endless power and resolute momentum.

"Crack!" A crisp and loud sound pierced the sky on the snowy night, as if a thunder exploded in the ears.

Liang Shouluo only felt a huge force like a tidal wave surging towards him.

Under the impact of this force, his body was neatly split in two. The two halves were like kites with broken strings, drawing two strange arcs in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, splashing a cloud of snow.

Suddenly, "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong roared, his voice like a bell, and the rolling sound waves seemed to be able to shatter the surrounding air.

The internal force in his body surged wildly and continuously gathered in his palms. His palms expanded instantly, like two towering hills, carrying a tremendous force, pressing down on Shi Maonian as fast as Mount Tai.

Wherever this force passed, the air seemed to be squeezed by an invisible giant hand, making a sharp "hissing" sound.

Shi Maonian's previously calm expression faltered upon seeing this, a flicker of panic in his eyes. He knew the power of the attack, and he didn't dare take it head-on, quickly moving to the side. In that split second, he narrowly avoided the fatal blow.

However, even so, Wu Zhong's fierce palm wind was still like a sharp blade. With a "hiss", it instantly tore his sleeves, revealing the strong and veined arm inside.

Shi Maonian was secretly terrified. He realized that Wu Zhong's internal strength was far more profound than he had imagined. If he continued to passively take the beating, he probably wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. So, he made a decisive move and retreated rapidly, his feet moving rapidly on the ground, making a rustling sound.

At the same time, he formed seals with his hands in front of his chest, his fingers dancing nimbly as he muttered something, preparing to unleash the mysterious and powerful secret techniques of the Heavenly Demon Cult. Wu Zhong wouldn't let him succeed. His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, watched Shi Maonian's every move closely.

As soon as Shi Maonian moved, Wu Zhong followed closely like a black lightning.

He raised his palms high again, and golden light shone brightly in the palms. Accompanied by the sound of "whoosh" wind, he chopped towards Shi Maonian with all his strength again, as if he wanted to kill Shi Maonian completely.

The fierce battle between the two instantly entered a white-hot stage again. Their palm winds were like two invisible sharp blades, madly slicing through the surrounding air, making a "chi chi" sound, and the air was torn apart by this force.

The snowflakes that were falling all around began to dance wildly and disorderly under the influence of this powerful palm wind. Some snowflakes were even cut into small pieces of ice by the palm wind, and they flew everywhere with a "crackling" sound, forming a weird and shocking picture.

At this moment, Shi Maonian finally finished the spell.

In an instant, a thick black mist like ink surged around him. The mist seemed to have life and quickly enveloped him, making him look mysterious, like a demon walking out of the abyss of hell.

Shi Maonian swung his hands violently and shouted "Go!" The black mist instantly turned into countless sharp black blades, which shot towards Wu Zhong with a sharp whistling sound. Wherever the black blades passed, the air seemed to be cut by black cracks.

Seeing this, Wu Zhong just snorted coldly, his voice low and full of disdain.

Not only did he not retreat, but he bravely charged forward, facing the black blade. His palms danced swiftly, and with each swing, a golden light surged from his palms, which quickly condensed into indestructible golden walls of energy.

"Bang bang bang", those black sharp blades hit the golden air wall, making a series of dull and deafening noises, and sparks flying everywhere.

The golden air wall and the black mist collided wildly in the air. The powerful force hit each other, causing a violent explosion.

"Boom", the loud noise was like thunder from the sky, rolling in and shaking the surrounding ground so much that it began to tremble slightly.

The fight between the two grew increasingly intense. Under the impact of this powerful force, the surrounding snowflakes flew everywhere, as if being tossed by an invisible hand. The air was filled with the thick smell of gunpowder and the breath of death.

Suddenly, a flicker of determination flashed in Shi Maonian's eyes. Like a streak of black lightning, he soared upwards and lunged straight at Wu Zhong's vitals. His speed was so swift that it sent a whirring sound through the air, as if he were about to pierce Wu Zhong instantly.

(End of this chapter)