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

Chapter 57. Changsheng Castle is weeping with blood, who can turn the tide?
Instantly, the duel between Lin Wanqing and Liu Tingting reached a fever pitch, like two brilliant stars colliding fiercely in the martial arts world, drawing the attention of everyone. Liu Yanran's gaze was involuntarily drawn to his beloved daughter, Liu Tingting. Concerned for her safety, he was completely unaware that Shi Feiyang had seized the opportunity to drag Gong Simeng along, quietly disappearing into the crowd like two nimble fish.

At this moment, Lin Wanqing's Changsheng Sword Technique and Liu Tingting's Shenshui Sword Technique swirled and clashed like two dragons twirling in mid-air, their collision emitting a dazzling brilliance, like lightning under the blazing sun, making it difficult for the onlookers to gaze directly. Every time the swords clashed, sparks flew, crackling like a string of brilliant fireworks, the dancing sparks silently telling of the thrilling duel.

Their gazes were like two sharp daggers, tightly intertwined, their eyes filled with deep hostility.

Lin Wanqing's Immortality Sword Technique was as ethereal as a mountain spring and as graceful as drifting clouds across the sky. Each stroke brimmed with vitality, as if performing a dance of life. At this moment, she unleashed the "Vibrant" move. Like a new sprout breaking through the ground in spring, her longsword, imbued with boundless vitality, pierced Liu Tingting's throat, its tip seemingly slicing the air around her.

Liu Tingting's Divine Water Sword Technique, like the surging waters of a river, flowed endlessly, each strike imbued with overwhelming force. At this moment, she unleashed the "Turbulent Waves" technique, brandishing her longsword like a thousand tidal waves, surging towards Lin Wanqing, seemingly drowning everything in the sea of ​​swords.

The two men dodged and leaped in the fight, their figures were as fast as lightning, the sword light flowed like water, the sword energy was like a biting cold wind, whistling, and the sound of "clang" was endless. Every time the sword tips crossed, people's hearts were in their throats.

Because in the next moment, someone might be covered in blood and lose their life.

Lin Wanqing and Liu Tingting's faces were full of determination, and their eyes were like the cold moon on a cold night, without any warmth.

Their sword moves became faster and more fierce. The air was filled with the whistling sound of sword energy. Every time the sword blades rubbed against each other, a sharp "sizzling" sound was made, like the whisper of a devil, which was chilling.

Inside Changsheng Fort, a fierce battle raged between martial artists and warriors from the Shenshui Palace. The air around them was stirred by an invisible force, scorching hot and emitting a burning smell. Sand and stone, whipped by the winds of swords and blades, shot everywhere like arrows from a bowstring, like deadly hidden weapons, slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, leaving deep scars on trees and rocks wherever they passed.

Blood splattered everywhere, and blood beads drew sad arcs in the air, like the last sound of life; broken limbs and body parts flew everywhere, and the entire battlefield was like a bloody picture scroll, which was unbearable to look at, and the heart was filled with fear and shock.

Lin Wanqing's movements were as light as a ghost in the dark night, erratic and elusive.

Each of her movements seemed to dance gracefully in the wind, yet concealed a murderous intent. Each move contained infinite variations, leaving the audience dizzy. Despite her youth, her internal energy was as deep as a bottomless pool, difficult to estimate.

Liu Tingting was as steady as a rock, her feet standing firmly as if they had taken root.

Every move of her Shenshui sword technique is steady and powerful, like the sound of a huge bell, and every sword strike carries a tremendous force.

Suddenly, Lin Wanqing let out a delicate cry, and her figure soared into the air like black lightning. The longsword in her hand gleamed coldly in the firelight, and like a meteor, it pierced Liu Tingting's vitals. Seeing this, Liu Tingting raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and snorted contemptuously, the sound seeming to be squeezed through her teeth, full of disdain. Then, with a flick of her wrist, the longsword swept across.

"Clang!" Two crisp and sonorous metal collision sounds were heard.

The two exchanged dozens of moves in an instant, and the sword light was so dense that people could only see a flashing light and shadow moving quickly.

At this time, Shi Feiyang, holding Gong Simeng's hand, had quietly come to the outskirts of Changsheng Castle and hidden in the shadows.

They both quickly surveyed the battlefield. Inside and outside Changsheng Fort, the sounds of killing shook the heavens, smoke filled the air, and martial artists and those from the Shenshui Palace engaged in a chaotic battle. Swords flashed, and blood stained the ground red.

Although the martial artists fought hard, they gradually fell into a disadvantage. The people from the Shenshui Palace were like a surging tide, constantly attacking their defense line.

Witnessing this scene, Shi Feiyang whispered to Gong Simeng, "Liu Yanran is worried about the safety of her daughter, Liu Tingting. You hide, I'll go and kill the enemy!" As soon as he finished speaking, he took a deep breath, and his aura suddenly changed. Powerful internal energy surged like a raging storm, spreading outward from him. The surrounding air, drawn in by this internal energy, emitted a buzzing sound, and the dust on the ground was swept up, forming a small dust storm.

Shi Feiyang stretched out his body and disappeared in an instant like a black phantom.

When Shi Feiyang unleashed his ultimate move, "Dragon Roar Nine Heavens," from his "Divine Dragon Claw," his figure became blurred, his speed so swift it was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye. He was seen weaving through the ranks of the Divine Water Palace. Wherever he passed, it felt like an invisible dragon dancing, emitting a sharp whistling sound, the sound of air being torn apart.

Shi Feiyang's hands were like dragon claws made of steel, and every swing carried the power to split mountains and crack rocks.

His movements were swift and decisive, without any delay. Wherever his dragon claws touched, the throats of the people in the Shenshui Palace were either ruptured, blood gushing out like a fountain, drawing a shocking blood line in the air; some had their necks twisted, their heads drooping limply, and their bodies collapsed to the ground like puppets with broken strings; some had their shoulder blades shattered, and their arms hung limply, accompanied by the horrifying "crackling" sound of broken bones; some had their sternum broken, their chests sunken, and their whole bodies were like sandbags hit by a sledgehammer, instantly losing the ability to resist; some had their abdomens ruptured, their intestines exposed, and they rolled on the ground in pain, screaming miserably. The scene was horrific.

Shi Feiyang's attack speed was as fast as lightning. He was on the left one moment and appeared on the right the next, making it impossible to defend against him.

Among the thousands of people in Shenshui Palace, whether they were bystanders or opponents fighting fiercely with Changsheng Fort, none of them noticed that Shi Feiyang had sneaked in and were still fighting frantically.

They were immersed in the frenzy of fighting, unaware that among them, a god of death was quietly reaping lives.

At the same time, the confrontation between Lin Wanqing and Liu Tingting becomes increasingly tense.

Lin Wanqing suddenly cried out, unleashing the Changsheng Sword Technique's unique skill, "Clouds Rolling and Unrolling." Sword light billowed like a giant cloud, swirling through the air and enveloping Liu Tingting. Liu Tingting's expression was solemn, not daring to show any disdain. She immediately unleashed the supreme secret of the Divine Water Sword Technique, "Sea Embracing Hundred Rivers." She swung her sword rapidly, transforming it into a surging wall of water, colliding with Lin Wanqing's sword light with boundless power.

"Clang, clang, clang", the sound of metal collision rang out continuously, the sword energy of the two men scattered, and the surrounding air made a "hissing" sound.

Sand and gravel flew through the air, as if caught in a tornado, blinding the viewer. When the dust settled, Lin Wanqing and Liu Tingting remained standing, their faces pale as paper, their clothes drenched in sweat.

Their physical and internal energy was rapidly draining away, like a river about to dry up. Neither dared to move rashly, fearing that if they weren't careful, the other would seize their weakness and plunge them into an irretrievable situation. At this moment, it all depended on whose power would recover first.

However, it seemed as if Lin Wanqing's power had recovered first. Her figure, like a ghost, quietly appeared at Liu Tingting's flank. The Longevity Sword, carrying an unstoppable force, struck Liu Tingting's vital points like lightning. Liu Tingting instinctively swung the Divine Water Sword. Although she successfully blocked the blow again, the immense force still caused her to lose her balance and she stumbled back a few steps.

Liu Tingting then shouted angrily, "Lin Wanqing, how dare you be so presumptuous!"

Her voice was like the roar of a lion, filled with anger and resentment. Then, her Divine Water Sword Technique suddenly accelerated, and a swirling stream of sword light swept towards Lin Wanqing. The sword light was like a dense rain of arrows, determined to riddle Lin Wanqing like a sieve.

Lin Wanqing snorted disdainfully, unleashing her Changsheng Sword Technique to its fullest potential. Her sword tip delicately thrust, each contact like a dragonfly skimming the water, yet precisely blocking Liu Tingting's sword's momentum. Their figures intertwined once more, swords flashing and crisscrossing, forming a dazzling yet dangerous scene.

Liao Pei, the head of the Tongbiquan school, and Gong Ci'en, a master of the Yichuanbian (a string of whips) style, showcased their respective martial arts in a fierce duel. The two martial arts masters' fists surged with energy, their palms intertwined, and every move revealed their profound internal strength and exquisite technique. Liao Pei's Tongbiquan movements were fluid, like flowing clouds and water, or like pine trees swaying in the wind.

His arm strength was so great that every blow seemed to be able to split mountains and crack rocks.

At this moment, Liao Pei unleashed his "Tongbi Kaishan" technique. His arm, like a giant axe, carried a tremendous force and suddenly smashed towards Gong Ci'en's chest. The wind from his fist whistled, as if to compress the surrounding air into a ball.

Gong Ci'en's "A String of Whips" magic fist is extremely flexible, with many fist shadows and unpredictable changes, which is dazzling.

At this moment, he performed the "Tree Shadows" move, and his fists flew through the air like nimble whips, attacking Liao Pei all over his body. The flickering fist shadows were dazzling and difficult to resist.

During the fierce battle, Liao Pei suddenly turned around, like a tiger descending from the mountain, with great momentum.

His Tongbi Fist attacks intensified, the wind whistling. Seeing this, Gong Ci'en's lips curled into a cold smile, a smile like a cold star in the night sky, exuding a chill. His figure was as elusive as a ghost, and his "String of Whips" fist was executed with perfect perfection, a web of fist shadows, skillfully deflecting each of Liao Pei's attacks. His fists seemed like living spirits, weaving freely through Liao Pei's punches, each deflection appearing effortless and impressive.

The two masters exchanged blows, the battle stalemate undecided. Their figures moved swiftly across the battlefield, fists whistling and radiating with vigor. The air around them seemed overwhelmed by their imposing presence, becoming unusually oppressive. Each collision of fists produced a dull thud, hammering at the heart, causing it to beat faster.

Despite his youth, Xiang Kun bravely faced Gong Yaoen, unleashing his masterful "Tian Gang Acupuncture Method" in a fierce contest against Gong Yaoen's powerful "Yichuan Shen Quan." With his nimble agility, Xiang Kun weaved expertly through Gong Yaoen's blows, each movement imbued with agility and agility. His "Tian Gang Acupuncture Method" had reached pinpoint perfection, each strike striking Gong Yaoen's vital points. His fingertips seemed to wield a mysterious power, capable of halting Gong Yaoen's movements with a single touch.

At this moment, Xiang Kun unleashed his "Heavenly Divine Finger," his fingertips like sharp daggers, piercing Gong Yaoen's acupuncture points with such speed that it caught him off guard. However, Gong Yaoen was no ordinary warrior. The power of his "Whiplash Fist" was breathtaking, and each punch was accompanied by a whistling sound like thunder exploding in his ears.

Relying on his rich experience in the martial arts world, he constantly adjusted his tactics, trying to find Xiang Kun's flaws.

At this moment, Gong Yaoen unleashed a chain of whip punches, his fists lashing out like a series of whips, swiftly attacking Xiang Kun's entire body. The force was fierce and impossible to defend against. In that split second, Xiang Kun suddenly unleashed his unique "Heavenly Gang Finger" technique. With a flick of his fingertips, an invisible force shot straight at Gong Yaoen. Gong Yaoen was unable to dodge and was struck by the force, his body shaking uncontrollably and stumbling back several steps.

Xiang Kun seized this fleeting opportunity and immediately launched a fierce offensive, unleashing a barrage of acupressure techniques on Gong Yaoen like a torrential downpour. Gong Yaoen struggled to resist, but the crackling of his bones resonated like firecrackers. He parried Xiang Kun's attack with his fists, nearly breaking his fingers and wrist.

At this critical moment, Gong Yaoen suddenly let out a resounding roar, the sound like the roar of a bell, shaking the air around him. As if some power within him had been awakened, his speed suddenly increased, and the power of his "Whip Fist" doubled. With a violent force, he lunged at Xiang Kun, the wind whistling from his fists creating a powerful sense of oppression.

Xiang Kun was unable to resist for a moment and retreated repeatedly, his hurried footsteps leaving traces on the ground.

Despite this, Xiang Kun, a leader among the younger generation, quickly adjusted his form, stabilizing his stance and engaging Gong Yaoen in another fierce duel. The two quickly engaged in a fierce exchange of blows, their fists whistling and their energy overflowing.

At this moment, a trace of determination flashed in Xiang Kun's eyes: even if everything means destruction, Gong Yaoen must be killed.

So, Xiang Kun unleashed his "Tian Gang Finger" once again. This time, he concentrated all his strength into his fingertips, releasing a force even sharper and more powerful than before. It was like an invisible lightning bolt, carrying endless power as it shot towards Gong Yaoen.

Gong Yaoen was horrified when he saw this scene. He tried his best to avoid the attack, but his reaction was slow and he failed to avoid Xiang Kun's "Tian Gang Finger" which hit his chest directly.

After a muffled thud, blood spurted out of Gong Yaoen's mouth, drawing an arc in the air, as if it were the last touch of his life. His body was shaky and he almost fell to the ground, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

Liu Yanran, who was watching the fight intently, her heart etched on her beloved daughter, Liu Tingting, became gloomy upon witnessing this. She had never expected Xiang Kun to possess such superior martial arts skills, to be able to defeat Gong Yaoen. A hint of surprise and worry flashed through her eyes, as she pondered how to respond to this sudden turn of events.

Compared to Liu Tingting, the gentle and graceful Lin Wanqing appeared even more composed and calm. Amidst the fierce fighting, her gaze remained like the cold stars in the night sky, always calm and sharp. At this moment, she seized a flaw in Liu Tingting's attack and moved swiftly, like an agile cheetah, piercing the enemy's vitals with the speed of lightning.

Seeing this, Liu Tingting quickly dodged to the side. Her movements were as swift and agile as a monkey. Then, she swung her long sword, using it as a knife, and slashed at Lin Wanqing. The force of the sword was like a sharp lightning bolt, threatening to split Lin Wanqing in half.

At this critical moment, a dark shadow darted across the battlefield like a ghost, sending the Shenshui Palace's men falling wherever he passed. It was Shi Feiyang. He instantly changed the situation on the battlefield, giving the martial artists of Changsheng Fort, who had been at a disadvantage, a glimmer of hope.

(End of this chapter)