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

Chapter 69: The heroes are trapped at Eagle's Beak Rock! Can Shi Feiyang break the "Snake King's" deadlock?

Seeing that the heroes had successfully reached the summit, Shi Feiyang tapped his feet lightly and displayed his exquisite "Thousand Miles Without Stopping" light skill.

He was agile, his toes touching the abrupt rocks like a dragonfly skimming the water, his clothes rustling, and a breeze carried him as he landed steadily on the steep part of Eagle's Beak Rock in an instant.

At this moment, a thick, inky mist permeated Eagle's Beak Rock. It seemed alive, swirling and surging eerily among the jagged rocks, shrouding everything around it in a haze of indistinctness. Each boulder was shrouded in mist, its outlines only vaguely visible, like dormant, mysterious beasts poised to awaken and deliver a fatal blow.

After Shi Feiyang landed, he looked around warily, his brows furrowed slightly, a hint of vigilance flashing in his deep eyes. After reuniting with the others, they headed towards the former sentry station at Snow Eagle Fort.

But when they arrived at their destination, Shi Feiyang looked eagerly, but there was no sign of Liu Yanran and Liu Tingting. His lips pursed slightly, a trace of disappointment and resentment on his face.

Liu Tingting, the "Sunflower Saint" he'd been thinking about, was the main reason he'd postponed his trip south. He'd hoped to meet her again here, but now his hopes were dashed. Furthermore, the hostage he'd hoped to rescue, Wu Wei, had also disappeared.

What was unexpected was that the person who appeared in front of Shi Feiyang and others was Feng Yuanlong, the "Poisonous Snake King" who was well-known in the Liaodong underworld for his ruthlessness and cruel means.

Feng Yuanlong was a burly figure, his black robe rustling in the wind, like a dark cloud looming overhead, emitting a chilling aura. His face was thin, with prominent cheekbones. His eyes were like lone stars in a cold night, their cold gaze as sharp as a blade.

At this time, Feng Yuanlong held his hands in front of his chest, tapping his arms rhythmically with his fingers, with a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth. He walked slowly step by step, each step was steady and powerful, and the ground actually trembled slightly.

His hands were hidden in his wide sleeves, his fingers were slightly bent, and his fingertips could spray out deadly venom at any time, which made people shudder.

The moment Feng Yuanlong appeared, the already thick fog became even more turbulent, as if attracted by the evil aura emanating from him, and gathered towards him, forming an even more mysterious aura around him.

Feng Yuanlong and his disciples quickly surrounded Shi Feiyang and the others, with cruel sneers on their faces and eyes full of contempt and provocation, as if Shi Feiyang and the others were already in their pockets and could be slaughtered at will.

Feng Yuanlong stood still, tilted his head slightly, and snorted softly through his nose. His voice was low and hoarse, like the mournful wail of an owl in the darkness, wrapped in an unquestionable cold majesty. "Shi Feiyang, by your actions today, are you trying to make an enemy of the entire Liaodong martial arts world?"

Gong Simeng's heart suddenly tightened, as if it was being tightly grasped by a cold iron hand, beating violently, almost bursting through her chest.

Her eyes widened instantly, and her face lost all color, turning as pale as paper.

She subconsciously clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, oblivious to the piercing pain. Her body trembled slightly, and she involuntarily shrank behind Shi Feiyang, her eyes filled with fear and panic.

At this moment, a faint strange sound came from the fog, like the humming of some mysterious creature, or like a curse coming from a distant land, making the already tense atmosphere even more mysterious and terrifying.

Shi Feiyang raised his lips into a mocking sneer, a smile full of sarcasm and unruliness.

He raised his chin slightly, his eyes revealing an innate pride, and said slowly: "Feng Yuanlong, you are too conceited. Your so-called Liaodong martial arts world is nothing but a mob. How could I, Shi Feiyang, be afraid of them?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuanlong's already gloomy expression instantly became even uglier. His eyes widened into the size of copper bells, veins bulged on his forehead, smoke came out of his seven orifices, and he gasped for breath, wishing he could eat Shi Feiyang alive.

"Haha!" Wu Chi let out a shrill laugh. He shook his head while laughing, and the fat on his face trembled.

He put his hands on his hips and took two steps forward, his tone full of disdain for Shi Feiyang. Then he exaggerated and described Feng Yuanlong's prominent position and identity in the martial arts world to Shi Feiyang with extreme sarcasm, his words full of contempt for Shi Feiyang's ignorance.

He also told Shi Feiyang bluntly that only by passing this level would he be qualified to meet Palace Master Liu in the next level. Otherwise, he would be buried alive on this Eagle's Beak Rock and his body would be exposed in the wilderness.

Xiao Lingling, Wu Zhong, Gong Simeng and other martial arts heroes were furious. Xiao Lingling's eyebrows were raised, and her eyes were burning with rage. She bit her lower lip, and held the mandarin duck swords tightly with both hands. Her knuckles turned white due to the force, and she was about to rush forward to cut Wu Chi into pieces.

Wu Zhong's face flushed red, his chest heaving violently. He took a sudden step forward, raised his strong arm, pointed at Wu Chi's nose, and shouted, "You despicable villain, how dare you betray the moral principles of the martial arts world!"

Gong Simeng hid behind Shi Feiyang, stuck her head out, and glared at Wu Chi angrily, the hatred in her eyes seemed to burn him.

However, amid the angry outcry of the heroes, Wu Chi remained nonchalant. He curled his lips, a mocking sneer on his lips, crossed his arms, slowly turned around, and scanned the heroes present with a cold gaze. His eyes were filled with both contempt and provocation, as if silently shouting, "You bunch of ants, what can you do to me?"

At this moment, a strange light suddenly flashed in the fog. It disappeared in a flash, but it shocked everyone. This Eagle's Beak Rock actually hides countless unknown secrets and dangers.

Shi Feiyang had stayed in Liaodong for more than half a year. He was naturally familiar with the background of Weiwutang and had also heard about Feng Yuanlong's various evil deeds and terrifying strength.

At this moment, his eyes revealed fearless courage and determination to fight to the death. He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the light in his eyes became sharper.

At this moment, Feng Yuanlong let out a sinister and terrifying laugh, a laugh that sounded like the wails of wronged souls in the cold night, chilling and chilling. He roared fiercely, "Shi Feiyang, today is the day you die!"

Before he finished speaking, he moved his fingers slightly, and a strange aura instantly spread out.

In an instant, countless poisonous snakes rushed out from all directions like a tide, spitting out bright red and forked tongues, shaking rapidly in the air, making a hissing sound, and eagerly searching for the scent of prey.

These poisonous snakes seemed to be controlled by some evil force. They moved agilely and ferociously. Their bodies slid quickly along the ground, making a rustling sound that made people's scalps numb.

The surrounding fog was made even more chaotic by the surge of poisonous snakes, sometimes forming strange whirlpools, and sometimes transforming into various vague shapes.

Faced with this sudden and terrifying crisis, Gong Simeng was terrified. Her eyes widened and were filled with fear. She couldn't help but scream. Her body trembled violently, and her hands tightly grasped the corner of Shi Feiyang's clothes, as if that was her last straw.

At this moment, Xiao Lingling showed extraordinary courage. Her eyebrows were raised, her eyes were wide open, and she grasped the mandarin duck double swords without hesitation. The blades flashed with cold light, like a cold crescent moon.

She tapped the ground lightly with her feet, and her body moved like lightning between the poisonous snakes. Every swing of her sword was accompanied by a whistling sound, and she accurately slashed at the poisonous snakes that were baring their fangs and claws and trying to approach.

However, such high-intensity defense quickly consumed her physical strength. After a while, Xiao Lingling's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. She clenched her teeth, her breathing became rapid, and her chest heaved violently.

At the same time, Wu Zhong unleashed his profound internal energy from the "Six Harmonies Sutra." His hands danced rapidly, a powerful current of air emanating from his palms. He took a firm horse stance, his arm muscles tense, a vein bulging on his forehead, his face etched with concentration and determination.

This airflow was like an invisible and indestructible barrier, sending the venomous snakes flying towards him one after another. With a sneer on his face, he said disdainfully, "What a trivial trick!"

Xiang Kun calmly blew his iron flute. His expression was calm, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he placed the flute to his lips, producing a melodious and graceful sound. Miraculously, the venomous snakes, as if under a spell, shook their heads before Xiang Kun. Their once ferocious eyes became confused, and they dared not attack again.

Xiang Kun's flute sound seemed to contain a mysterious power that made these deadly snakes become docile and quiet.

Liao Pei was equally unwilling to be outdone. He held the iron crutch tightly in both hands, leaned forward slightly, and his eyes revealed a fierceness.

He swung the crutch in his hand, each swing carrying a tremendous force, smashing countless venomous snakes' heads instantly wherever it touched. His movements were fierce and powerful, and each blow was accompanied by the venomous snakes' painful howls, making the scene thrilling.

In this life-and-death crisis, the heroes of the Xiongying Society each used all their skills to fight hard.

Wu Zhong waved his strong and powerful arms, and each attack was carried with the majestic momentum of splitting mountains and splitting rocks, showing his bravery and fearlessness; Xiang Kun had a calm expression, observing the situation on the battlefield with keen eyes. With his extraordinary wisdom, he cleverly used the sound of the flute to interfere with the actions of the venomous snakes, creating favorable counterattack opportunities for everyone.

Liao Pei's face was solemn, yet calm and composed. He wielded his iron crutch with impenetrable force, repelling each approaching venomous snake and protecting his companions. Despite the dire situation, they remained closely united, facing this life-or-death ordeal together.

Shi Feiyang knew that the duel with the "Poisonous Snake King" Feng Yuanlong was inevitable. He looked grim, quickly crossed his palms, and activated the Mingyu Gong.

Instantly, a faint blue light emanated from Shi Feiyang's body. This light seemed to emanate from the depths of a cold abyss, emitting a bone-chilling chill. As his true energy circulated, an intense chill spread wildly from him. The moisture in the air quickly condensed into frost, forming a white mist around him.

Those venomous snakes that were flying towards him with bared fangs and claws were instantly frozen as soon as they approached the cold air and fell stiffly to the ground. In the blink of an eye, an iceberg made of small snakes piled up around Shi Feiyang.

These ice-sculpture-like poisonous snakes maintained an attacking posture, appearing particularly strange among the gleaming icebergs. The fog was also frightened by Shi Feiyang's power, and a huge vortex formed around him, which kept spinning and making a "woohoo" sound, adding a bit of mystery and horror to the atmosphere.

Gong Simeng seized the opportunity and leaped onto Shi Feiyang's back like a nimble cat. She hugged his neck tightly with both hands, and said anxiously with a trembling voice and tears in her eyes, "Brother Shi, I... I'm so scared."

Her body trembled slightly, but she tried to calm herself down, hiding tightly behind Shi Feiyang. It seemed that only in this way could she feel a sense of security. The venomous snakes seemed to instinctively sense the deadly threat emanating from Shi Feiyang, and fled in fear, not daring to come any closer.

Although his body was splattered with snake blood, and the bloody liquid dripped slowly along the iron crutch, staining the ground with strange blood spots, Liao Pei's eyes remained firm and fearless. In his eyes, these venomous snakes with bared fangs and claws were nothing but ants that could be trampled on by anyone.

His cheeks were puffed up and his muscles were tense. Every time he swung his iron crutch, he brought with him a tremendous force, beating the approaching venomous snake into a bloody mess, with tiny snake scales and flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

He was still cursing under his breath, his voice full of anger and disdain: "Damn it, I'll take care of you all!"

Xiang Kun slowly put down the iron flute in his hand. His expression was solemn, his brows furrowed tightly into the shape of a "川" character. He scanned the heroes present with a sharp gaze and warned in a serious and unquestionable tone, "Please be vigilant against Feng Yuanlong's snake venom acupressure technique. His nails are stained with highly toxic snake venom. If you come into contact with it, the consequences will be disastrous."

Xiang Kun's warning was like a heavy hammer, causing the heroes of the Xiongying Society to feel their hearts tighten. They had long heard about the brutal methods of the Poisonous Hand Snake King, and at this moment they dared not be negligent or careless in the slightest. Everyone secretly took a deep breath and was on full alert.

As the tension continued to rise, the entire scene seemed to be shrouded in an invisible pressure, becoming extremely solemn, and a thrilling life-and-death battle was about to break out.

Everyone knew that this showdown was not just a fierce clash of strength, but also a severe test of wisdom and courage. They had to go all out to stand out and survive in this life-or-death struggle.

Shi Feiyang folded his hands, circulated the true energy in his body, and a powerful and cold aura instantly emanated from his body.

He held his head high, his chest puffed out, his posture as straight as a pine tree, and declared in a loud and majestic voice: "Hmph, Feng Yuanlong, do you, the Mighty Hall, intend to make an enemy of us? Although our Xiongying Club was established not long ago, we have tens of thousands of disciples and are not afraid of any opponent."

His voice was low and powerful, carrying an innate heroism and dominance, and it kept echoing in the valley. His eyes were full of disdain and arrogance, and he ignored the crisis in front of him.

However, Feng Yuanlong remained undeterred. A sinister sneer flashed across his face, as eerie and terrifying as a ghost flashing across the night sky. He responded with a cold and mocking laugh, "Shi Feiyang, there's no need to say anything. Today is the day you die! I'm going to bury you alive right here. Humph!"

After he finished speaking, Feng Yuanlong suddenly moved, like a black lightning, with a whistling sound, and attacked Shi Feiyang at an extremely fast speed, making it almost impossible to catch sight of him.

Feng Yuanlong keenly noticed that Shi Feiyang was carrying Gong Simeng on his back. He was secretly delighted and showed a barely perceptible smile on his face. He thought this was the perfect opportunity to defeat Shi Feiyang.

After all, Shi Feiyang was carrying a heavy object, so his movements were restricted and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

Shi Feiyang did not dare to underestimate Feng Yuanlong at all. He quickly displayed the wonderful lightness skill of "hiding one's body and name". His figure was as erratic as a ghost. He shuttled freely among the strange rocks of Eagle's Beak Rock and dealt with Feng Yuanlong skillfully.

For a moment, the Eagle's Beak Rock was filled with flashes of swords and shadows, and the sound of fists whistled as the two men fought fiercely.

Shi Feiyang activated the Mingyu Gong, and in an instant, a layer of faint blue light surged around his body. This light seemed to come from the Nine Nether Abyss, emitting a bone-chilling chill.

As the true energy circulated, a strong chill spread wildly around him. The water vapor in the air quickly condensed, forming a white mist that tightly enveloped him and Gong Simeng.

This white fog is like an indestructible barrier, not only blocking the outside world's sight, but also making the enemies who try to approach feel a biting cold. The closer they get, the more they will be frozen.

Gong Simeng hid behind Shi Feiyang, gently protected by the white mist, and the fear in her heart was slightly alleviated. She hugged Shi Feiyang's neck tightly, feeling the strength coming from his solid back.

Wu Zhong and others also showed their strengths and engaged in a fierce battle with Feng Yuanlong's men.

Wu Zhong unleashed a powerful punch, each one accompanied by a whistling sound, and wherever his fists reached, the enemies retreated one after another. He shouted loudly, his voice full of fighting spirit: "Come on, taste your uncle Wu's fist!"

Xiao Lingling wielded her twin mandarin duck blades, their flashes like two streaks of silver lightning, each strike deadly. Her eyebrows arched, her eyes wide open, and her voice, filled with the aura of a woman no less courageous than a man, screamed, "You evildoers, today is your day of death!"

Liao Pei relied on the advantage of his iron crutch to force the enemy to retreat step by step.

He groaned, and swung his iron crutch with all his strength. With a "bang", several enemy bandits were knocked away.

Bang, bang! Those enemy bandits drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood and dying!

(End of this chapter)