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

Chapter 190: The Bloody Battle at Xumen Wannian Bridge: The Conspiracy Behind the Red Cliff Pattern

Shi Feiyang's heart suddenly shuddered, as if a sharp lightning flashed across his heart in the cold night. In an instant, he realized the deadly mystery hidden behind the seemingly melodious Pingtan music - the murderer was using this gentle tune to convey the order to kill.

In this critical moment, between life and death, Shi Feiyang's mind flashed through Yi Li's lively eyes, Michelle Yim's dashing figure, and Bai Zhi's gentle face. Worry and concern for the three ladies surged like a surging tide, instantly filling his heart. He knew that if he made even the slightest mistake, not only would his wife's life be in danger, but the innocent people present would also be killed.

Without a moment's hesitation, Shi Feiyang's right hand shot out like lightning, grasping the hilt of the Sky Frost Blade at his waist with precision and swiftness. This blade, having weathered countless bloody battles and accompanied him on countless expeditions, seemed to sense its master's resolve. Under the dim, flickering light, it gleamed with a chilling gleam, like a ghost in the night, emitting a chilling aura.

At the same time, Shi Feiyang activated the powerful and profound Mingyu Gong internal force in his body, and the internal force surged in his meridians like a rushing river.

He performed the unique move "Sword Shadow Striking the Knuckles" recorded in the "Nine Yin Scriptures". His aura suddenly changed, and his whole body instantly merged with the surrounding air. His figure flashed at an extremely fast speed, like a black lightning that cuts through the darkness, and rushed towards the Pingtan artist swiftly.

As he swung the Sky Frost Blade in his hand, it drew an extremely sharp and graceful arc in the air, like the trajectory of a falling meteor in the night sky. With an indomitable momentum, he chopped towards the strings with precision.

The moment the blade collided with the strings, it seemed as if time had stopped. Immediately afterwards, a crisp and sharp sound suddenly rang out. The sound was like thunder that pierced the quiet night sky, echoing for a long time in this closed bookstore, making everyone's ears buzz.

The powerful internal force of Mingyu Gong was continuously transmitted along the blade to the strings, like a surging wave hitting a reef, instantly shattering the poisoned strings, and the fragments of the strings fluttered down like snowflakes.

During this thrilling process, Shi Feiyang, while wielding the Sky Frost Blade, did not forget to frequently look back in the direction of his wife. He shouted loudly: "Yili, Meizhen, Baizhi, quickly find a place to hide!"

The voice was loud and powerful, with unquestionable majesty and deep love. In this tense atmosphere, it was like warm sunshine, bringing peace of mind and support to the three ladies.

When Ellie heard her husband's cry, a touch of emotion flashed in her eyes. She knew that the situation was critical and there was no room for hesitation.

She quickly reached out and held onto Maggie Cheung and Bai Zhi's hands tightly, her movements gentle yet resolute. Maggie Cheung and Bai Zhi also understood what she meant, and the three of them supported each other and hid behind a thick pillar nearby.

The pillars provided them with some shelter, temporarily avoiding danger.

As the strings snapped, the eerie, piercing sound of the zither ceased abruptly, and the tension and danger that had permeated the room eased slightly. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts finally at ease.

However, they all knew very well that this was just the beginning, and what awaited them ahead would be more complex, dangerous and severe challenges.

Following the intricate clues, Shi Feiyang and his team stepped into Wen Zhengming's former residence with firm determination.

At this time, the wind and rain in late autumn became more and more violent. The ancient buildings in the former residence were like giants that had experienced many vicissitudes of life, standing quietly in the wind and rain. The mottled walls and dilapidated doors and windows were silently telling the long stories of the past.

The pines and cypresses in the courtyard, though still standing tall, swayed violently in the frigid wind, their branches clashing and creaking. The fallen leaves on the ground, soaked by the rain, piled up in layers, emitting a scent of decaying leaves that, mixed with the dampness of the rain, permeated the entire courtyard, adding a touch of eeriness and oppression to this quiet place.

As soon as Shi Feiyang and others stepped over the old and simple threshold of the former residence, a strong and dangerous aura rushed towards them like a surging tide, instantly enveloping them.

The breath was icy cold, as if it carried the chill from the Nine Nether Hell, making the hairs on their bodies stand up, their nerves instantly tense, and their senses entered a state of high alert like a wound-up spring.

Everyone's eyes revealed vigilance and determination, ready to deal with the impending crisis at any time.

Just as everyone was concentrating and holding their breath to carefully examine the ciphertext ink painting, without any warning, a group of masked men suddenly appeared from all directions, like ghosts emerging from the abyss of hell.

These masked men have sturdy bodies, tight muscles, and are as agile as cheetahs. Every subtle movement is smooth and quick.

Their eyes revealed coldness and murderous intent, as if all life in the world was as insignificant as ants in their eyes.

The masked man in the lead stood on a high place, his hands dancing quickly like a phantom, muttering something in a low and strange voice, as if he was chanting an ancient and evil spell.

As he moved, the fountain mechanism was activated and a deadly attack was about to begin.

In an instant, a rain of black arrows seemed to be summoned by the devil, shooting out from the fountain like angry dragons.

The rain of arrows was as dense as dark clouds, rapidly attacking everyone and covering the sky and the sun.

The arrowhead flashed with a cold light that seemed to be able to penetrate the soul. It carried a terrifying and deadly aura. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

As the daughter of a general, Michelle Yim has been tempered in the military since childhood and has extremely quick reactions.

At this critical moment, she was quick-witted and opened the oil-paper umbrella she was carrying in an instant, performing the "umbrella shield to protect against arrows" technique.

She stood firmly on her feet, like a pine tree rooted in the earth, holding the oil-paper umbrella across her body, with the umbrella slightly tilted at the right angle, and accurately using the curvature of the umbrella to defend against attacks.

She tensed her arm muscles, pushed hard, and skillfully used the toughness and curvature of the umbrella to block the incoming ink arrows one by one.

Every time an ink arrow hit the umbrella, it made a dull "puff" sound and splashed pools of black ink, like strange flowers blooming on the umbrella.

Maggie Cheung was agile, like a nimble deer, moving lightly through the rain of arrows. While fending off the attacks, she keenly seized the opportunity and thrust the umbrella handle forward. The umbrella tip was like a sharp blade, flashing a cold light and piercing the approaching masked man.

The masked man reacted quickly and dodged sideways. Maggie Cheung took the opportunity to kick him. The kick, with the strength of her years of martial arts training, hit the masked man's abdomen.

With a loud bang, the masked man flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground. Blood spurted out of his mouth, staining the ground red.

Then, Michelle Yim quickly folded up her umbrella, gripped the handle tightly with both hands, and used it as a weapon, wielding it vigorously and engaging in close combat with the masked men around her. Each of her movements was clean and neat, and her moves were fierce. For a moment, the masked men around her were forced to retreat step by step.

Holding a long sword, Ellie's figure was as light as a dancing butterfly. She shuttled through the chaotic battlefield and displayed the Hengshan School's "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique".

Her swordsmanship is extremely exquisite. When she swings the sword, it seems as if it is wrapped in layers of misty clouds, making it difficult to predict the trajectory of her sword moves.

Her steps were nimble, and every move was as light as floating on the clouds. Her figure was like a phantom, appearing and disappearing among the masked crowd, making it impossible to guard against her.

Her eyes were sharp, like the twinkling cold stars in the night sky, tightly locking onto the masked man's flaws. The long sword in her hand flashed with cold light, just like a silver lightning. Every time she swung the sword, it was filled with fierce murderous intent, accurately stabbing the enemy's vital points.

At this moment, Ellie shook her wrist, and the long sword drew a graceful arc in the air, piercing the throat of a masked man.

The masked man turned pale with fear and quickly raised his knife to block.

Ellie twisted her sword, deftly avoiding the opponent's blade. Then, with a sudden thrust, the tip of her sword pierced through the gap in the opponent's arm, accurately piercing his shoulder. The masked man cried out in pain, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. Blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, staining his clothes red.

Ellie took advantage of the victory and swung her sword in the air several times. Several more masked men were stabbed by her and fell to the ground groaning in pain.

Bai Zhi hid in a relatively safe corner, her expression calm and composed, as if all the world's conflicts could not disturb her state of mind. She muttered something softly but with a mysterious power, and her hands quickly formed seals, performing a sorcery technique.

An invisible force quietly spread in the air, like an invisible undercurrent, gradually enveloping some of the masked men.

The masked men affected by the power of witchcraft began to look confused, as if their eyes were covered by fog, and their movements became slow, as if they were trapped in a nightmare from which they could not wake up.

They stumbled and bumped into each other, some even losing their minds and starting to kill each other. A masked man raised the knife in his hand and stabbed his companion beside him. The companion was unable to dodge and was stabbed in the abdomen. He screamed and fell to the ground holding the wound.

Bai Zhi frowned, beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead, and her face gradually turned pale.

She knew very well that witchcraft consumed a huge amount of energy, and every time she cast a spell, it was like draining her life force. But in order to help everyone, she gritted her teeth, endured the discomfort of her body, and continuously increased the power of the spell, disrupting the masked man's mind and creating more opportunities for everyone.

Shi Feiyang is like a towering and unshakable mountain.

He activated the powerful Mingyu Gong within his body, and in an instant, a bone-chilling chill emanated from his body, spreading outward from him. This chill quickly froze the air, and the surrounding raindrops, as they approached him, instantly condensed into ice beads, falling down.

He brandished the Sky Frost Blade and performed the "Golden Dragon Claw" move from the Hundred Victories Sword Technique.

He shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, still clearly audible in the sound of wind and rain. The sound seemed to penetrate the soul and make people terrified.

The Sky Frost Blade was wielded with great power in his hand. The blade flashed, as if a golden dragon was circling and dancing in the air, majestic and terrifying.

Every time he swung the sword, it brought up a strong gust of wind, which sounded like the howling of ghosts and wolves, and repelled the approaching masked men.

His steps were steady, and each one was firm and powerful. The ground seemed to shake, leaving deep footprints.

He gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, raised the long sword high, and slashed it downwards. The blade flashed, like a golden dragon swooping down with overwhelming force. A masked man was unable to dodge and was struck by the Sky Frost Blade.

With a "crack", it was like a watermelon being split in half by a sharp blade. The two halves of the corpse fell to each side, blood splattered everywhere, forming a shocking pool of blood on the ground.

Shi Feiyang showed no mercy. He turned his body and the Sky Frost Blade drew an arc in the air. Two more masked men were hit by him. One man's arm was chopped off at the shoulder, and the severed arm flew out with blood. The other man was hit in the waist, and the whole person was almost cut in half. His internal organs were spilled all over the ground. The scene was extremely bloody.

Shi Feiyang was like a killing machine, galloping through the masked crowd. Wherever he went, there was blood and gore. Masked men kept falling under his knife, and screams rose one after another, echoing in this world full of blood and killing.

"Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, with his extraordinary agility, is like a nimble bird flying freely in a storm.

His figure was like a cloud of mist, floating and uncertain, and his movements were as fast as lightning, making it difficult to keep up with the pace.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, so sharp that they seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles.

While he accurately dodged the masked man's violent attacks, he was also alertly looking for the flaws in the fountain mechanism.

He felt an ink-and-wash arrow coming at him like black lightning, and he instantly turned sideways. The arrow whizzed past his clothes.

Then, he ran forward quickly like a black streak of light, dodging left and right in the masked crowd as dense as a spider web. His movements were light and smooth, just like a nimble fish swimming freely in the sea, cleverly avoiding wave after wave of deadly attacks.

Xie Wen finally reached the fountain mechanism. Its structure was complex, its surface engraved with strange patterns, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura. He crouched down, his eyes focused as if he could see through the mechanism. His hands, like nimble snakes, swiftly explored the mechanism, each movement cautious, trying to find the key to severing the source of the attack.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed masked man discovered Xie Wen's intention, let out a sharp shout, and brandished a long knife, slashing at Xie Wen like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey with a whistling sound.

Xie Wen reacted extremely quickly. He twisted his body in the air like an agile monkey and easily avoided the fierce attack.

Then, he pulled out the dagger from his waist with his right hand like lightning. With a flash of cold light, the dagger stabbed straight at the masked man's wrist.

With a "puff" sound, the dagger accurately pierced the masked man's wrist. The masked man felt pain, and the long sword fell with a "clang", and a distorted expression of pain appeared on his face.

Xie Wen took advantage of the situation and kicked out. This kick had great explosive force and hit the masked man in the abdomen, sending him flying backwards and knocking down several of his companions behind him, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

"Centipede" Gongsun Ren stood on a higher step, like a judge who controlled life and death.

He held a poison needle in his hand, his eyes as cold as the water in a cold pond, aiming at the masked men who were as ferocious as wolves.

He just flicked his finger lightly, and the poison needle shot out like a meteor chasing the moon, at an extremely fast speed, leaving only a few tiny afterimages in the air, making it impossible to defend against.

Every time a poison needle hits a masked person, it leaves a tiny black dot on their skin, like a devil's brand.

Immediately afterwards, the poison on the needle took effect quickly. The masked man first felt a slight tingling sensation, then began to feel dizzy, his body gradually lost control, his eyes became blurred, and his steps staggered.

Some of them fell directly to the ground, foaming at the mouth, their bodies twitching, and soon they were dead.

Gongsun Ren kept changing the angle and direction, and the poison needles shot at the masked men like dense raindrops, plunging them into chaos and fear, with screams one after another.

"Green-faced Beast" Yang Feng holds the Soul-Snatching Sword in his hand. He is tall and strong, like a towering iron tower, exuding a powerful aura that makes people afraid.

Every time he swung his sword, it was accompanied by a deafening roar, which seemed to be able to burst people's eardrums. With powerful momentum, he rushed into the masked crowd like a mad beast.

The Soul-Taker Sword swung in his hand, making a whirring sound and flashing blade light, just like lightning across the night sky.

Wherever he went, enemies fell to the ground, blood splattering everywhere. His swordsmanship was extremely fierce, and each blow contained the tremendous power to split mountains and crack rocks, making the masked man dare not resist head-on.

He held the Soul-Taker Sword in both hands, raised it high, the blade flashed with a cold light, and then chopped it down suddenly. With a loud bang, the long sword of a masked man was instantly cut off, and the broken sword flew into the air.

Then, he took advantage of the situation and swung his knife again, hitting the masked man on the shoulder. The force of this knife was so great that it made the man half-kneel on the ground. Blood spurted out from the wound like a fountain, staining a large area of ​​the ground red. The masked man screamed miserably and struggled in pain.

Shi Feiyang brandished the Sky Frost Blade, like a descending god of war.

He activated the powerful Mingyu Gong in his body, and a bone-chilling chill emanated from his body. The air around him seemed to be frozen, and the raindrops falling around him instantly condensed into ice beads.

He displayed the Hundred Victories Sword Technique, and the sword flashed, just like a golden dragon circling and dancing in the air, majestic and terrifying.

Every time he swung his sword, it brought up a strong gust of wind, like a hurricane passing through, and repelled the approaching masked men.

He turned his body and the Sky Frost Blade drew an arc in the air. In an instant, two masked men were hit by him. One was cut in half, his body was split into two, and his internal organs were spilled all over the ground. The other was beheaded. The headless corpse shook in place for a few times before falling to the ground with a bang. Blood gushed out like a fountain. The scene was extremely bloody.

Ellie held a long sword and moved lightly through the crowd, performing the "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique".

Her swordsmanship is extremely exquisite. When she swings the sword, it seems as if it is wrapped in layers of misty clouds, making it difficult to predict the trajectory of her sword moves.

Her eyes were sharp, locking onto the masked man's flaws. The long sword in her hand flashed with a cold light. Every time she swung the sword, it was filled with fierce murderous intent, accurately stabbing the enemy's vital points.

She flicked her wrist, and the sword drew a graceful arc in the air, piercing the throat of a masked man.

The masked man hurriedly raised his sword to block, but Ellie turned the sword and cleverly avoided the opponent's blade. Then she exerted force suddenly, and the tip of the sword passed through the gap in the opponent's arm and directly pierced his heart. The masked man's eyes widened, blood spurted from his mouth, and he slowly fell down.

Maggie Cheung opened her oil-paper umbrella and used the "umbrella shield" technique to block the ink arrows. At the same time, she seized the opportunity and thrust the umbrella handle forward, stabbing the approaching masked man with the tip like a sharp blade.

The masked man was unable to dodge and was stabbed in the throat by the tip of the umbrella. Blood gushed out of his throat. He covered his throat with both hands, making a "gurgling" sound, and fell to the ground struggling.

She then quickly folded her umbrella, gripped the handle with both hands, and used it as a weapon, wielding it vigorously and engaging in close combat with the masked men around her. She kicked one masked man away and struck another in the temple with the umbrella handle, killing him instantly.

In this fierce battle, Shi Feiyang and his team cooperated with each other and struggled to resist the attacks of the masked man. The situation was extremely tense, every moment was full of thrills and excitement, and life and death were only a thin line away.

During the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang was always concerned about his three wives. He shouted, "Yili, watch your left!" "Meizhen, watch your back!" "Baizhi, protect yourself!"

"Husband, we are fine and safe!" The three ladies responded tacitly, cooperating with each other and fighting the enemy side by side with everyone.

After a thrilling and exhilarating battle, the heroes successfully defeated those ferocious masked men like ghosts with their tenacious fighting spirit and superb martial arts.

The ground was littered with the corpses of masked men, and blood gathered into small streams, flowing along the cracks in the ground.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of this brief respite, quickly scanned the surroundings with his sharp eyes, and then decisively led the others to search for the source of the mechanism.

In the slightly dim corner of the study, they found an exquisite yet dangerous control device.

The device was made of metal, its surface engraved with strange runes, and it exuded a cold chill.

Shi Feiyang did not hesitate, and mobilized the deep internal strength in his body. His leg muscles tensed instantly, and he rushed forward like a black lightning. He kicked forward with a flying kick, and kicked the device hard with overwhelming force.

With a loud "bang", the device instantly broke into pieces, parts flew everywhere, and the fountain mechanism finally stopped working, no longer spraying out the terrifying "ink arrows".

Shi Feiyang strode over to the ink painting with secret characters, his brows furrowed as he fixed his gaze on the fake "Red Cliff," examining it closely. His eyes were focused and penetrating, not missing a single detail.

Finally, after careful observation, they discovered that the picture was actually a naval port map drawn with alum water.

Shi Feiyang stared at the picture closely, a trace of determination flashing in his eyes. He said firmly, "It seems that the conspiracy behind this is related to the military port. We must uncover the truth as soon as possible and stop their conspiracy."

Everyone nodded, their eyes revealing firm determination.

Although the difficulties along the way were as numerous as thorns and dangers were always around, Shi Feiyang and others never wavered or had any intention of retreating.

In this bitterly cold late autumn, they walked on the golden rain-soaked fallen leaves all over the ground, faced the biting cold wind like a knife, and continued to move forward steadily on the road of investigating the case.

The attack on Wen Zhengming's former residence made them more clearly aware that the enemy had been like a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness, closely watching their every move.

The conspiracy hidden behind this naval port map seems to be gradually coming to light, revealing its hideous true face.

Based on the key clues found in Wen Zhengming's former residence, Shi Feiyang and others learned that the enemy's plan was extremely crazy. They intended to use gunpowder ships to blow up the canal transportation hub at Xumen Wannian Bridge.

If this vicious conspiracy succeeds, the entire Jiangnan water transport system will collapse in an instant and fall into an irretrievable situation.

By then, supplies will be unable to circulate, people's livelihood will decline, countless people will be in dire straits, and the tragic scene of starvation and displacement will inevitably occur.

Shi Feiyang and others were fully aware of the seriousness of the situation and did not dare to delay for even a moment. They rushed towards Xumen Wannian Bridge like an arrow from a bow.

They had only one unshakable belief in their hearts, and that was to try their best to prevent this terrible disaster from happening and to protect the peace of thousands of people in Jiangnan.

As they hurried along, Shi Feiyang's face was as solemn as steel. He turned to look at "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, and his tone was full of unquestionable decisiveness: "Xie Wen, you must return to the headquarters immediately and mobilize 'Iron Flute Scholar' Xiang Kun, 'Archer' Miao Menlong, 'Plum Blossom Dart' Shan Zhi, 'Water Dragon' Jin Liufu, and lead some elite disciples to row boats and quickly surround the enemy ship. Remember, do not let the enemy escape. This concerns the life and death of countless people!"

Upon hearing this, Xie Wen's expression became as serious as if he was facing a life-or-death decision, and he immediately clasped his fists and accepted the order.

Afterwards, he activated the "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke Technique". As his internal energy circulated, his figure instantly became light and ethereal, like a wisp of smoke gently lifted by the breeze, blending into the air without any hindrance, and disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

When Shi Feiyang and others arrived at Xumen Wannian Bridge, a horrifying scene came into view.

On the river, gunpowder ships shaped like dragon boats were slowly approaching the Wannian Bridge. Under the inky gray sky, they looked like messengers from hell, emitting a strong smell of death.

Shi Feiyang took a closer look and discovered that the fuses of the gunpowder ships were soaked in tung oil. The gleaming oil looked like venomous snakes ready to bite. A sudden chill struck him, and he instantly realized that this was a vicious tactic set up by the enemy to prevent water from entering and ensure the smooth detonation of the gunpowder.

Once these gunpowder ships approached Wannian Bridge and successfully detonated, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At this time, heroes such as "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun, "Archer" Miao Menlong, "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi, and "Water Dragon" Jin Liufu led the disciples of the Xiongying Society and rowed their boats as fast as an arrow.

Their rowing movements were in perfect unison, and the oars paddled across the water, splashing layers of water.

Everyone quickly blocked the enemy ship's retreat route. For a moment, the river was tense and the atmosphere was so tense that it seemed to ignite the air.

Shi Feiyang looked at the critical situation in front of him and roared in anger: "We can't let these gunpowder ships get close to the Wannian Bridge!" Before he finished speaking, he activated the powerful Mingyu Gong internal force in his body, tapped the water lightly with his feet, and displayed the peerless lightness skill of "Thousand Miles Without Stopping". The whole person walked on the waves like a black phantom.

His speed was extreme, leaving behind a fleeting series of ripples on the water, like a dragonfly skimming the surface, yet carrying an unstoppable momentum. He brandished the Sky Frost Blade, its cold light flashing like a streak of silver lightning across the night sky, carrying with it a chilling murderous intent.

With his superb swordsmanship, he quickly shuttled between the gunpowder ships, and swung the Sky Frost Blade in his hand, instantly cutting off nine linked fuses. The moment the fuses broke, a crisp sound was made, which was particularly harsh in this tense atmosphere.

However, at the critical moment when Shi Feiyang cut off the fuse, the hateful masked man appeared again like a ghost.

When the masked man saw that his carefully planned plan was about to be exposed, the anger in his heart instantly broke through the defense line of reason. He was so angry that he detonated the spare powder keg regardless of the consequences.

There was a loud "bang", like a bolt from the blue exploding in my ears, making my eardrums hurt.

Flames shot up into the sky like a roaring dragon, instantly illuminating the gray sky. The massive explosion sent waves of the river rising several feet high. The waves, like ferocious beasts, madly pounced in all directions.

"Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun, "Archer" Miao Menlong, "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi, "Water Dragon" Jin Liufu and others led the disciples of the Xiongying Society and responded quickly to the sudden explosion.

They abandoned their boats and jumped into the water without hesitation. Relying on their daily swimming skills, they swam away quickly like nimble fish, avoiding the huge waves and flying wood chips caused by the explosion.

Shi Feiyang's body was shaken violently by the powerful impact of the explosion, and the water beneath his feet was violently rippled. However, he quickly stabilized himself by relying on his immense internal strength and indomitable will.

He activated the Mingyu Gong, and his entire body instantly emanated an extreme chill, which instantly froze the waves of fire and countless sharp-edged wooden and stone blocks that were rushing towards him.

Those frozen waves of fire and rocks flashed with strange light under the sunlight.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were as sharp as lightning, as if they could penetrate everything. He stared at the masked man closely, and the raging anger in his heart seemed to want to devour him. Seeing this, the masked man did not show any weakness and launched the first attack. His figure flashed and he pounced on Shi Feiyang like a black shadow, his speed was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.

The sharp blade in his hand flashed with a cold light, which was particularly dazzling in the gray sky. He pierced Shi Feiyang's throat with the determination to kill him.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly and activated the Mingyu Gong. A faint halo enveloped his body, and the halo flashed with coldness, as if it was a mysterious power from an extremely cold place.

He used the "Hundred Victories Sword Technique", and the Sky Frost Blade in his hand danced, the blade flashing like a silver full moon shining in the night sky, emitting a chilling aura.

Shi Feiyang turned his body, exerted force from his waist, moved his arms, and the long sword in his hand drew an arc, with a whistling sound, and faced the masked man's sharp blade.

There was a loud "clang" sound, and the sound of metal collision was deafening, like the ringing of a huge bell, sparks flew, and drew gorgeous but dangerous tracks in the air.

The masked man's arm was numb from the powerful force, and he could hardly hold the sharp blade in his hand. However, he endured the pain and quickly changed his moves. The sharp blade stabbed towards Shi Feiyang's chest like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

Shi Feiyang was not in a hurry, his eyes revealing calmness and composure. He took a wrong step and dodged the attack sideways. At the same time, he swung the long knife in his hand and slashed at the masked man's arm.

The masked man quickly retracted his arm and leaped back a few steps, as agile as a frightened hare, avoiding the fatal blow.

The two sides fought back and forth with extremely fierce moves. Every confrontation was thrilling and made people's heart beat faster.

Shi Feiyang's "Hundred Victories Sword Technique" is extremely powerful. Each sword move contains the powerful force to split mountains and crack rocks. When the sword light flashes, it distorts the surrounding space.

The masked man is no ordinary creature either. His moves are strange and varied, as elusive as a ghost, and each attack comes with unexpected angles and strength.

The two men engaged in a thrilling life-and-death battle on the banks of Xumen Wannian Bridge. The surrounding air was distorted by their fierce fighting, making a "sizzling" sound.

After dozens of fierce rounds of fighting, Shi Feiyang, with his vast martial arts experience and keen insight, gradually mastered the masked man's moves. He seized the opportunity, roared a thunderous roar, and mobilized his entire internal energy. The Mingyu Gong internal force within him surged like a raging river. Raising the Sky Frost Blade high in his hand, he unleashed the ultimate move from his "Hundred Victories Sword Technique," "Heaven and Earth Share Longevity."

In an instant, the heaven and earth were shrouded in this powerful force. The sword light flashed, like a long silver rainbow across the sky, slashing towards the masked man with an indestructible momentum.

This sword, gathering the might of heaven and earth, carries the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.

The masked man tried to dodge, but found himself locked in the sharp blade's attack. He was enveloped in a powerful aura from all directions, with nowhere to escape. His eyes widened in fear, filled with despair, as he tried to block the attack with the blade in his hand.

However, everything is in vain.

With a "puff" sound, Shi Feiyang's Tianshuang Blade hit the masked man heavily. The sharp blade in the masked man's hand broke into two pieces instantly, and his body was also cut into two pieces. Blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the water surface red.

The bright red blood quickly spread in the river, dyeing the surrounding water into a shocking sea of ​​blood.

The two pieces of the corpse slowly floated to the surface of the water, and gradually moved away with the flow of the river, leaving only circles of spreading bloodstains, silently telling the story of the thrilling bloody battle that had just taken place.

A strong smell of blood permeates the air beside the Wannian Bridge in Xumen, witnessing the fierce battle between justice and evil.

(End of this chapter)