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

Chapter 191: Shi Feiyang Angrily Destroys the Jiangnan Cao Gang, and His Hundred Victories Sword Skills Show Their Power
Shi Feiyang looked at the scene in front of him, his tense nerves finally relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He slowly sheathed the Sky Frost Blade, and the sound of the blade being sheathed was crisp and low.

He looked into the distance with a determined gaze, his eyes revealing a hint of fatigue, but full of indomitable fighting spirit.

Afterwards, Shi Feiyang, with his keen insight and rich experience in the martial arts world, followed the clues left by the masked man and led the heroes of the Xiongying Society all the way to the Tiger Hill Sword Pool.

The terrain here is extremely steep, with rolling mountains and rugged rocks all around. This is a barrier deliberately set up by nature.

The Sword Pond is deep and unfathomable, the water surface is like a mirror, but it exudes a cold aura that makes people shudder.

The rocks by the pool were covered with moss and were slippery and difficult to walk on, as if warning any intruders.

Everyone was extremely vigilant, walking slowly and steadily, and every step they took was as if they were walking on thin ice, for fear of disturbing the danger lurking in the dark, like a dormant poisonous snake.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen approached Shi Feiyang with a serious expression. He lowered his voice and said, "Chief, this is the headquarters of the Jiangnan Cao Gang. It seems we have touched their weak spot this time."

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang's eyes grew sharper, and he nodded slightly. His aura grew calmer, like a volcano about to erupt, restrained yet full of power. As they cautiously moved deeper into the vicinity of the Sword Pond, the surroundings became eerily quiet, with only the wind whimpering through the valley.

Suddenly, without any warning, a group of Shikigami surged out from the darkness in all directions like a tide.

These shikigami came in various forms, each emitting a chilling aura. Some resembled ferocious demons, their bodies gigantic, their fangs bared and claws swaying, the air filled with tearing sounds, their sharp claws flashing with a chilling light.

Some are like ethereal phantoms, appearing and disappearing, their figures floating strangely in the air. Every time they flash, they bring with them a chilling aura that makes everyone's backs chill.

They bared their fangs and claws and pounced madly towards the heroes of the Male Sakura Society. The roars and whistles intertwined together, as if playing a melody of death.

It turned out to be a Japanese Onmyoji hiding in the dark, muttering to himself, quickly forming seals with his hands, controlling these Shikigami, trying to stop the heroes of the Xiongying Society from finding the truth.

The Yin-Yang master wore a black robe and a strange tall hat. Under the brim of the hat, his eyes flashed a strange red light, like a messenger from hell. When Bai Zhi saw this scene, a trace of determination flashed across her beautiful eyes, like a flash of lightning across the night sky.

She opened her red lips slightly, chanted a spell in a low voice, raised her jade hand, and a light flashed in her palm, and her natal Gu flew out instantly.

This natal Gu was crystal clear all over, flashing with strange light, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, dragging a long tail of light, and with an indomitable and sharp momentum, it rushed straight towards the puppet insects that controlled the Shikigami.

Although the natal Gu is small in size, it exudes a terrifyingly powerful deterrent force.

It was surrounded by a bright light, and when it opened its mouth, a black hole that swallowed everything instantly formed. The powerful suction force caused the surrounding air to distort.

Under the powerful threat of the natal Gu, the puppet insects seemed to have lost the power to resist. One by one, they were sucked into the mouth of the natal Gu and disappeared without a trace. With the disappearance of the puppet insects, the shikigami who had been rushing towards them frantically seemed to have their souls sucked out.

Their movements came to an abrupt halt, their bodies stiffened instantly, and then they collapsed to the ground like puppets with their strings cut, turning into wisps of green smoke that slowly dissipated in the wind, leaving only a strange scent lingering in the air.

When the Japanese Onmyoji saw this scene, his face turned pale instantly, and his eyes were full of fear and unwillingness.

He roared, and quickly formed seals with his hands again, trying to summon a more powerful Shikigami.

How could Bai Zhi give him a chance? She raised her eyebrows and shouted, "Don't even think about succeeding!"

The natal Gu seemed to understand, its light became more and more dazzling, and it rushed towards the Onmyoji again.

The Onmyoji widened his eyes in horror and tried to dodge, but found that his body was restrained by an invisible force and he could not move.

The natal Gu rushed in front of him in an instant and swallowed the talisman he sprayed out in one gulp. Then, with a flash of light, strange runes appeared on the body of the natal Gu. As the runes flashed, a powerful backlash force surged towards the Onmyoji.

The Onmyoji screamed, spitting blood, his body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground, his life or death unknown.

"Great!" "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen was the first to react, cheering loudly, his eyes full of admiration, "Madam, your life-definition Gu is truly powerful. It easily broke the Yin-Yang Master's magic!"

Xiang Kun, the "Iron Flute Scholar," nodded repeatedly and praised, "Madam's witchcraft skills are truly superb. Seeing them today is truly an eye-opener!"

"Master Archer" Miao Menlong put down his bow and arrow, and said with a smile: "With my wife here, these evil techniques are nothing to be afraid of!"

The other heroes also nodded, praising Bai Zhi one after another.

Bai Zhi smiled slightly, put away her natal Gu, and said softly, "I'm just doing my best to help everyone."

Shi Feiyang looked at Bai Zhi, his eyes filled with relief and pride, and said, "Bai Zhi, thanks to you, we were able to get through this smoothly."

Ellie and Michelle Yim came to Baizhi like two happy little birds, with excitement and curiosity shining in their eyes.

Yili took Baizhi's hand and said coquettishly, "Sister, your witchcraft is so magical. We really want to learn from you. Please accept us as your apprentices." Maggie Cheung also nodded vigorously, her face full of anticipation.

Bai Zhi blushed slightly, nodded shyly, and replied softly, "Okay." Seeing this scene, the heroes were greatly encouraged, as if they had been injected with a shot of adrenaline. With morale high, they continued to walk steadily towards the depths of the sword pool, their steps full of determination and confidence.

After several days of careful lurking and observation, Shi Feiyang, like a sharp cheetah, accurately noticed that Wei Shuqing, the third in command of the Jiangnan Cao Gang, was behaving a little strangely.

Wei Shuqing's every move in daily life is full of mystery. He often meets with mysterious people in the dead of night, and his whereabouts are erratic. These details have not escaped Shi Feiyang's sharp eyes.

That morning, the sky was slightly bright and the mist had not yet completely dissipated when Wei Shuqing hurried out from the headquarters of the Jiangnan Cao Gang.

Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed, like a cold light across the night sky. He immediately and decisively ordered "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun, "Archer" Miao Menlong, "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi, "Water Dragon" Jin Liufu, "Round Barrel" Lu De De, "Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian, "Centipede" Gongsun Ren, "Green-faced Beast" Yang Feng, and "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen to arrest Wei Shuqing.

Upon receiving the order, everyone rushed towards Wei Shuqing as fast as an arrow.

Upon hearing the news, Cao Gang leader Wei Zhi, deputy gang leader Wei, deputy gang leader Wei Lu, and deputy gang leader Wei Erkang immediately led the elite disciples of the Cao Gang headquarters and surrounded them like a tide.

All of them had their eyes wide open, as if fire was about to spit out of them. In their opinion, this was an unfounded slander by the Xiongying Society, and it was simply a fantasy that they were colluding with the Japanese pirates.

They all stepped forward and protected Wei Shuqing tightly behind them, their faces full of anger and unwillingness. They also announced to the Xiongying Society that no one should dare to touch their brothers.

Wei Zhi is tall and strong, like a towering, unshakable mountain, exuding a powerful aura.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and shouted loudly: "Xiongying Society, stop slandering us! Today, I will make sure you never come back!" His voice was like a loud bell, echoing in the early morning air, making everyone's ears buzz.

After saying that, he took the lead in attacking, displaying the Cao Gang's unique skill "Pailang Fist".

He turned around, stood firmly on his feet, and took a horse stance, as if he had taken root.

As his fists swung, there was a whistling sound in the wind. Each punch contained tremendous power, just like the surging waves, one after another attacking "Eagle Detective" Xie Wen.

The fist wind whistled as if to tear the air apart, and the surrounding leaves were also picked up by the fist wind and flew into the air.

Xie Wen's body was agile, like a wisp of mist, and he skillfully dodged and moved among Wei Zhi's attacks.

He used the "Flying Catkins Step" with light steps and erratic body shape, moving quickly around Wei Zhi, like a piece of catkins swaying in the wind, making it difficult to grasp his trajectory.

The short blade in his hand flashed with cold light, like a silver lightning, and was particularly dazzling under the sunlight.

Taking advantage of Wei Zhi's old moves, Xie Wen spotted the flaw, flipped his wrist, and stabbed the short blade towards Wei Zhi's throat with lightning speed and a fierce murderous intent.

Wei Zhi reacted extremely quickly, a flash of alert in his eyes. He instantly stretched his arm like a steel barrier, accurately blocking Xie Wen's attack. The short blade struck his arm with a crisp clang, sending sparks flying.

At the same time, Wei Zhi took advantage of Xie Wen's exhaustion and the lack of new strength to launch a fierce kick. His toe was like a sharp dagger, thrusting directly at Xie Wen's chest. This kick was packed with powerful explosive force; if it had hit Xie Wen, he would have been seriously injured.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong was watching the fight from the side. Seeing this scene, he thought to himself that something was wrong.

He knew very well that if this continued, Xie Wen would be unable to withstand Wei Zhi's fierce attack.

So he took a deep breath and used the "Liuhe Zhenjing" internal energy.

In an instant, the aura around him suddenly changed, and a powerful internal force surged in his body, as if it was about to break out of his body.

He roared, his voice like thunder, unleashing the "Demon Subduing Palm." He took a single step forward, charging forward like a cannonball, replacing Xie Wen. Wu Zhong's palm strike was unleashed with overwhelming force. His palm instantly turned red, as if a blazing fire was burning, and the air was filled with a fiery aura.

The palm wind roared, just like a demon descending, with the power to destroy the world, and slapped towards Wei Zhi's chest.

Wei Zhi felt this powerful palm force, his face changed slightly, and he didn't dare to take it head-on.

He quickly dodged to the side and at the same time used the defensive moves in the "Pailang Fist", crossing his arms and protecting his chest.

Wu Zhong's "Demon Subduing Palm" hit Wei Zhi's arm heavily, making a dull loud noise, like the ringing of a huge bell.

Wei Zhi was shocked by this powerful force and took a few steps back, leaving several deep footprints on the ground beneath his feet.

Wu Zhong took advantage of the situation and continued to strike out with another palm.

The power of this palm was even greater than before. He turned his body, exerted force from his waist, and gathered all the strength of his body into his palm.

The palm drew an arc in the air and slashed towards Wei Zhi's shoulder with fierce momentum.

Wei Zhi quickly swung his fists and launched a series of "Pailang Fist" attacks, trying to resist Wu Zhong's palm technique.

The fists and palms kept colliding in the air, making a series of "bang bang bang" sounds and sparks flying everywhere.

Every collision caused the surrounding air to fluctuate violently, and the dust on the ground was also shaken into the air.

Wu Zhong's palm techniques were incredibly powerful and fierce, each move imbued with immense strength and unstoppable momentum. His palms sometimes felt like a mountain bearing down on one's head, sometimes like a violent storm, leaving Wei Zhi somewhat overwhelmed.

Although Wei Zhi was a martial arts expert, he could only barely resist Wu Zhong's powerful "Demon Subduing Palm" attack and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, his eyes revealed a hint of anxiety, and he secretly marveled at the power of Wu Zhong's palm technique.

However, he was the leader of the Cao Gang after all and was very experienced. In this fierce fight, he kept adjusting his moves, looking for Wu Zhong's flaws and trying to fight back.

Wei's eyes were wide open, bloodshot, and his face was twisted with anger, looking hideous and terrifying, like an enraged beast.

The veins on his arms bulged as he suddenly pulled out the whip from his waist. His movements were so fast that it was like a flash of black lightning.

The soft whip was originally dormant at the waist, but at this moment it was like a poisonous snake that had been gathering strength for a long time. The tip of the whip instantly drew an extremely sharp arc in the air, and the speed was so fast that it was almost difficult to see with the naked eye.

Accompanied by a crisp "pop" sound, the sound was like a thunder exploding in the sky, shaking the surrounding air violently, and even the fallen leaves on the ground were swept up by the air wave.

He used the Cao Gang's famous and feared "Spirit Snake Whip Technique".

In an instant, the whip was more agile than one could imagine, winding in the air like a living snake, spitting out its tongue and emitting a deadly breath, and it quickly wrapped around the "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun.

Wherever the whip passed, the air could not bear the weight and was torn into ripples that were clearly visible to the naked eye. Even the space was cut open by the sharp force of the whip.

Xiang Kun's expression was calm and composed, like a bottomless and calm pool without any ripples, without a trace of panic on his face.

He shifted his form, and slowly placed the iron flute to his lips, producing an eerie melody. The sound of the flute rose slowly, like an invisible yet incomparably sharp undercurrent, swirling and reverberating in the air. This was the incredibly powerful "sonic defense technique" for which he was famous.

The sound waves were like invisible sharp blades, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, rushing towards Wei at an extremely fast speed.

This sound wave has extremely strong penetrating power. Wei only felt a "buzzing" sound in his ears, as if countless bees were flying wildly around his ears, and his head was dizzy as if the world was spinning.

The attack rhythm that was originally as smooth as flowing water was instantly disrupted by the strange sound waves. The offensive force of the whip in his hand also slowed down suddenly, and the dancing trajectory of the whip in the air became messy.

Xiang Kun seized this fleeting, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, like a cold light in the cold night.

He turned his wrist quickly, used the iron flute as a weapon, poured all his strength into it, and smashed it hard at Wei's wrist with a whistling gust of wind.

The moment the iron flute collided with Wei's wrist, a resounding, crisp metallic clang rang out, a sound particularly piercing in the intense battlefield. Wei felt a sharp, piercing pain in his wrist, his entire arm instantly going numb, and the whip in his hand nearly flew out of his grasp.

However, Xiang Kun did not give up. Taking advantage of Wei's injury and unstable body, he immediately used the "Tiangang Acupoint Pressing Method".

He held the iron flute in both hands, his movements smooth as flowing water, and every move was as fast as lightning. The iron flute seemed to have turned into hundreds of arrows, piercing rapidly towards Wei's acupuncture points all over his body.

The iron flute flashed with a cold light, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air, dazzling Wei, who had no time to make an effective block. Xiang Kun's attacks were as intense as a storm, one move after another, one form after another.

After just a few moves, Wei was unable to resist, and his key acupoints such as "Tianshu", "Quchi" and "Yintang" were accurately hit by the iron flute one after another.

Instantly, Wei felt as if he'd been struck by lightning. A sharp numbness spread rapidly throughout his body, as if every part of his body was no longer under his control. Xiang Kun seized the opportunity and launched a powerful kick, striking Wei squarely in the abdomen.

Wei fell backwards three feet like a cannonball and hit a hard rock behind him heavily.

There was a dull "bang" sound, and Wei's body collided violently with the rock, and the sound of broken bones could be clearly heard.

He collapsed to the ground, his body covered in broken bones, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, his eyes wide open, his death was extremely miserable.

"Archer" Miao Menlong stood on a high hill, his posture as straight as a pine tree, like an unshakable god of war.

His feet were firmly rooted on the ground, and his hands were steadily pulling the strong bow. The bow was made of high-quality materials and was now pulled into a full moon shape by him, making a "creaking" sound. It was accumulating endless power and seemed to be roaring about to explode.

He nocked an arrow, the tip gleaming with a bone-chilling cold light, like the brightest yet deadliest star in the cold night. The moment he unleashed his "Star Chaser" technique, Miao Menlong's eyes, sharp as an eagle's, seemed to penetrate all obstacles as he locked onto Deputy Gang Leader Wei Lu.

The moment the sharp arrow left the bowstring, it shot straight towards Wei Lu with a sharp and piercing whistling sound, like a meteor chasing the moon.

The arrow cut through the air at an extremely fast speed, leaving a faint trail in the air, as if a meteor was passing through the sky.

Wei Lu sensed the danger approaching and his face instantly turned pale. He reacted quickly, his figure flashing and performing the "Ghost Step".

His figure instantly became blurry, drifting like a ghost, leaving a trail of afterimages behind, making it difficult to determine his true location. The sharp arrow whizzed past his clothes, carrying a strong wind and tearing a hole in his clothes. Then it shot into the tree trunk behind him. The arrow tail was still trembling slightly, telling the story of the thrilling scene just now.

Having escaped death, Wei Lu felt a surge of rage. He quickly drew his long sword and swung it violently, roaring furiously as he charged towards Miao Menlong. Each of his steps carried such powerful momentum that the ground trembled slightly, as if he were standing not on earth but on a massive war drum. However, Miao Menlong remained calm, quickly drawing his bow and arrows, unleashing three arrows in an instant.

Three sharp arrows were like three black lightning bolts, drawing three arcs in the air and rushing towards Wei Lu.

Seeing this, Wei Lu hurriedly swung his sword, and the long sword in his hand danced quickly in front of him, forming a defensive barrier.

With three crisp "ding, ding, ding" sounds, Wei Lu successfully shot down Miao Menlong's three arrows. However, the resistance also made his arm numb, and the knuckles were cracked. Blood continued to flow down his arm and drip onto the ground, staining it a deep red.

His body trembled slightly and he hesitated for a moment.

Miao Menlong seized this brief opportunity, drew his bow again, and shot five arrows with one bow.

Five sharp arrows flew towards Wei Lu in a fan shape, unstoppable.

Wei Lu hurriedly handed the long sword to his left hand, gritted his teeth, and swung the sword, trying to block Miao Menlong's five arrows.

After a fierce resistance, although he successfully deflected the five arrows, his left hand, bearing the immense force, dislocated its elbow. The excruciating pain contorted his face. His body involuntarily retreated, stumbling and falling to the ground.

Wei Lu gritted his teeth and jumped up, but before he could stand firmly, Miao Menlong drew his bow again and shot nine arrows.

These nine arrows were like a swarm of deadly locusts, interweaving in the air to form a rain of arrows.

Wei Lu was exhausted at this time, his arms were sore, and he was unable to swing his sword to block the arrow, so he could only dodge left and right.

He twisted his body desperately, trying to avoid the deadly rain of arrows. Although he dodged five arrows, he was still pierced by four arrows.

Four muffled "Puff, Puff, Puff" sounds were heard as four sharp arrows pierced his eyes, abdomen, thigh, and shoulder respectively. Wei Lu screamed miserably, his body swayed a few times, and then with a "bang", he fell to the ground with his back to the sky.

What's worse is that his eyes were blinded by two arrows, his eyeballs ruptured, and blood flowed down his cheeks; his throat and abdomen were also pierced by two arrows, and blood spurted out like pillars, instantly dyeing the surrounding ground red.

Wei Lu lay on the ground, his body twitching a few times before he died instantly. "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi stood atop a towering boulder, his posture sturdy and firm, like a hawk perched on a mountaintop.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed tightly on the deputy gang leader Wei Erkang. His hands waved rapidly like a phantom, and his whole body merged with the surrounding air, unleashing the "Plum Blossom Sky Dart" that was feared by the world.

In an instant, the plum blossom darts in his hand seemed to be cast with magic, and flew towards Wei Erkang like snowflakes.

Each plum blossom dart flashed with a cold light, appearing particularly dazzling in the gray sky.

These plum blossom darts drew graceful yet deadly arcs in the air, like fleeting meteors in the night sky, carrying endless murderous intent.

They are extremely fast, like an arrow shot from a bow, cutting through the air and making a sharp whistling sound, making it impossible to defend against them.

Wei Erkang was horrified at this, his face turning pale. He knew the power of the plum blossom darts, so he didn't dare to slack off. He quickly gripped the shield with both hands, channeling his inner strength and unleashing his signature "Iron Wall Defense."

The muscles in his arms were tensed, and the shield was dancing rapidly in his hands, creating a whistling sound and forming an impenetrable defensive barrier.

Those plum blossom darts as dense as snowflakes hit the shield, making a "ding-dang-dang" sound, like an intense metal symphony, sparks flying, and leaving tiny dents on the surface of the shield.

However, Wei Erkang wasn't content with merely passive defense. While fending off the plum blossom darts, he keenly observed Shan Zhi's weaknesses. Finally, he saw the gap between Shan Zhi's aging moves, his old strength exhausted and his new strength yet to be regenerated. With a glint of ruthlessness in his eyes, he hurled his shield towards Shan Zhi. Fueled by his immense internal energy, the shield flew towards Shan Zhi like a bolt of black lightning, carrying a force as powerful as a tsunami. The surrounding air was torn apart by this force, emitting a sharp hissing sound.

When Shan Zhi saw this, his eyes became stern, like a cold light in the cold night.

He reacted extremely quickly, his body like a black phantom, and he quickly dodged to the side.

The shield whizzed past his body, the strong wind it created made his clothes rustle. The shield slammed heavily onto the ground with a dull thud that shook the ground and sent up a cloud of dust.

Shan Zhi took advantage of the moment when Wei Erkang's attack missed, revealing a flaw, snorted coldly, and danced his hands quickly again. This time, he unleashed his killer move, "Plum Blossom Sky Darts." The plum blossom darts in his hand no longer shot out in a chaotic manner, but formed a strange plum blossom formation.

Dozens of plum blossom darts intertwined and shuttled in the air, coordinating with each other and shooting towards Wei Erkang from different angles.

Wilcon tried to block with his shield again, but found himself in a desperate situation.

Plum blossom darts came from all directions. He could only take care of the left side, but not the right. A plum blossom dart first hit his arm, "puff" sound, deeply embedded in his skin, blood instantly gushed out, staining his sleeve red.

Immediately afterwards, several more plum blossom darts hit his legs. His legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

But Shan Zhi didn't give up. The killing intent in his eyes intensified, and his hands continued to dance like phantoms. More plum blossom darts rained down on Wei Erkang. One of them went straight for Wei Erkang's throat. Wei Erkang's eyes widened in fear, and he tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The plum blossom dart instantly pierced his throat, and blood gushed out like a fountain. He made a "gurgling" sound in his throat, and subconsciously covered his throat with his hands, but was unable to stop the blood from gushing out.

Several more plum blossom darts then struck his chest and abdomen. Wei Erkang's body was riddled with wounds, blood staining his entire body. Like a bloodstained sculpture, he slowly collapsed. He lay on the ground, twitching a few times before he died. The surrounding ground was stained red with his blood, forming a shocking pool.

"Water Dragon" Jin Liufu was like a black lightning. His body flashed, just like a dragon emerging from the sea, and he rushed towards the head of a incense hall of the Cao Gang in an instant at lightning speed.

He displayed his unique skill "Bagua Swimming Technique", with the aura flowing around his body. He instantly merged with the surrounding airflow, and his body was as agile as a ghost.

He moved freely among the crowd. Wherever he passed, people only felt a black shadow passing by like a gust of wind. Before they could react, he had already arrived in front of the head of an incense hall.

The Eight Diagrams Golden Knife in Jin Liufu's hand flashed with a cold light, like the sharp claws of a dragon, carrying a chilling chill as it pierced the opponent's chest. The incense hall master was horrified at this scene, his face instantly drained of all color, and his eyes were as wide as copper bells.

He hurriedly raised the long sword in his hand to block, his movements were flustered but full of determination to risk everything.

Seeing this, Jin Liufu turned his wrist slightly, and the Bagua Golden Knife was like a nimble snake, cleverly avoiding the long knife's block and stabbing the incense hall master's arm at a tricky angle.

The moment the Bagua Golden Knife pierced the skin, a dull "puff" sound was heard. The sound of the sharp blade cutting into raw flesh was creepy.

The incense hall master suddenly screamed in agony, a cry so shrill and painful that it echoed between heaven and earth. Blood poured from his arm, crimson blood gushing out like a spring, instantly staining his sleeves red. The long sword in his hand fell powerlessly from the pain, hitting the ground with a clang.

However, Jin Liufu did not stop there. A fierce look flashed in his eyes. Taking advantage of the injured and unstable position of the incense hall master, he suddenly swept the Bagua Golden Knife horizontally. This sweep was carried with great force and speed. With a "crack", it was like chopping through dead wood, severing the incense hall master in half.

The upper and lower bodies of the incense hall master separated instantly, his internal organs spilled all over the ground, and blood spurted out from the broken parts like a fountain, spilling onto the surrounding ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

His upper body still maintained an expression of horror as he slowly fell to the ground. The scene was extremely bloody.

"Round Barrel" Lude is fat and looks like a towering hill, giving people a heavy and majestic feeling.

However, he unexpectedly moved with astonishing agility. He unleashed his "Rolling Stone Technique" and instantly curled himself up, transforming into a giant rolling boulder, charging towards the other incense hall master with overwhelming force.

He rolled at an extremely fast speed, and wherever he went, the ground was pressed into a deep mark, as if it had been plowed.

The incense hall master had no time to dodge. He felt a dark shadow approaching rapidly before him, and before he could react, he was knocked flying by Lu De. His body arced in the air, like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground with a loud bang.

The incense hall master spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, blood foam splattered everywhere, his body twitched a few times, and then he became motionless, his eyes still wide open, as if he died with his eyes open.

"Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian, holding a long pole, resembled a green phantom as he unleashed the "Bamboo Shadow Sweeping Leaves" technique. The pole swung with such force in his hand that the wind whistled and, with a fierce momentum, it swept towards yet another incense hall master like a green barrier.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the incense hall master quickly jumped up to avoid it, his movements as agile as a frightened rabbit.

Jiang Huotian seized the opportunity to thrust the end of his long pole towards the opponent's abdomen. The pole carried a powerful force, like an arrow shot from a bowstring, and if it hit, the intestines would be ruptured. The incense hall master was in mid-air, unable to gain leverage, and could only frantically use his weapons to block.

The moment the long pole collided with the weapon, there was a loud "bang" sound. The sound was deafening and echoed between heaven and earth.

The incense hall master's arm was numbed by the shock, his knuckles cracked, and blood flowed down his arm. His body swayed in the air for a few times before he managed to stabilize himself. However, at this moment, Shan Zhi's plum blossom darts rained down on him.

The incense hall master couldn't dodge in time and was hit by the plum blossom darts in several places. He instantly turned into a hedgehog.

He screamed, fell to the ground with a thud, blood spread out under him, and he died on the spot.

"Centipede" Gongsun Ren hid in a secluded corner, like a poisonous spider lurking in the dark.

He flipped his hands quickly and used his hidden weapon skills.

The poison needles in his hand shot out like a drizzle towards the Cao Gang. The needles were tiny and moved at great speed, gleaming with a faint but deadly cold light in the sunlight. Seeing this, the Cao Gang disciples fled in panic, and for a moment, the formation was in disarray and the scene was in chaos.

Some disciples were unable to dodge and were hit by the poison needles. Their faces turned black instantly, and they foamed at the mouth. They fell to the ground, struggling in pain, their bodies twisted into strange shapes, and they let out miserable screams.

Gongsun Ren was very skilled, like a skilled craftsman, constantly changing angles and directions. The poison needles were like dense raindrops, making it difficult for the Cao Gang to defend themselves.

His eyes were cold, and every time he shot a poison needle, it was like sentencing someone to death.

Yang Feng, the "Green-Faced Beast," held a broadsword in hand, standing like a towering iron tower on the battlefield, emanating a powerful aura that intimidated everyone. He unleashed his "Mountain-Splitting Blade Technique," the blade flashing with a gleaming, majestic aura like surging ocean waves.

Every time he swung the sword, it carried the power to split mountains and crack rocks, as if it could split the entire mountain in half.

He roared angrily, and the roar was like thunder, echoing on the battlefield and making people's eardrums hurt.

He rushed into the group of Cao Gang disciples, and no one could stop him wherever he went.

As the sword was swung, blood splattered everywhere, and the Cao Gang disciples fell one after another, with screams ringing in the ears.

Some of the disciples were hit on the arm by his sword, and the broken arm flew out with blood, leaving a bloody mark in the air; some were hit on the leg, and the whole person fell to the ground, holding the broken leg and wailing in pain, the sound was shrill and heartbreaking.

Yang Feng was like a ruthless killing machine, galloping through the crowd, leaving a mess wherever he passed.

Shi Feiyang stood on a high place, overlooking the chaotic scene. The anger in his heart grew stronger, like a blazing flame, as if it was going to devour the world.

He roared, his voice like thunder, echoing across the entire Tiger Hill Sword Pond, shaking the air around him. "Today, we will eradicate the Jiangnan Cao Gang. All their properties will belong to the Xiongying Club. Kill them!"

(End of this chapter)