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

Chapter 72: A life-and-death battle on the summit of Qingluan Peak! Shi Feiyang carries the Mysterious Ice Sword, while Wu Zhong fights with the Phantom Sea Fist.
While Gong Simeng was immersed in this romantic and poetic atmosphere, the fierce battle between Shi Feiyang and Qiu Yanhong had already entered a white-hot stage.

Every time Qiu Yanhong swung her sword, biting cold air surged out like a surging tide, and the surrounding air seemed to be instantly solidified by an invisible giant hand, making a sizzling sound.

Enveloped by this biting cold, the opponents felt a chill running straight through their veins, their hands and feet seemed to be frozen, their movements became involuntarily slow, and every slight movement seemed to drain all their strength.

Qiu Yanhong's posture is agile and light, her sword skills are sharp and swift, and every move and every style seems to be carefully crafted and extremely precise, showing her profound internal skills. Her smooth movements seem to be performing an elegant dance, but they also contain deadly murderous intentions.

During the fierce battle, the Mingyu Gong Qi in Shi Feiyang's body circulated rapidly, gradually forming a powerful vortex.

This vortex seemed to have life, madly absorbing the surrounding energy, and it attracted Qiu Yanhong's Xuanbing Zhenqi like a magnet, and then cleverly dissolved it.

Seeing this, Qiu Yanhong couldn't help but feel a little surprised. She never thought that Shi Feiyang's internal strength was so unfathomable that he could easily dissolve the Xuanbing Qi that she was proud of.

But she was, after all, a seasoned martial arts expert with a strong psychological quality. She quickly adjusted her mindset, and her eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle.

In an instant, Qiu Yanhong's swordsmanship became extremely sharp again. Her figure was like a swallow, moving lightly in the air. Every time she drew her sword, the moves of the Xuanbing swordsmanship were like blooming ice flowers, beautiful yet deadly. The sword blade cut through the air, making a sharp "whoosh" sound.

Shi Feiyang showed no fear. The Burmese knife in his hand gleamed silver in the sunlight, carving graceful and deadly paths through the air. Every move and form perfectly blended power and speed, as if the power of nature were converging in his hands.

Ever since he successfully combined the Tathagata Palm, the Divine Dragon Claw and the Mingyu Skill, he rarely used the Burmese knife.

However, before flying to Qingluan Peak, Gong Simeng said to him with concern: "Brother, wear a sword. Protecting yourself with a sword is the best protection for me." It was this affectionate advice that made Shi Feiyang wear a sword again and embark on this journey full of unknowns and dangers.

"Clang!" Shi Feiyang and Qiu Yanhong exchanged blows, the sound of swords clashing incessantly filling their ears, like the sharp whistling of metal colliding, jarring their eardrums. The air around them seemed to be ripped apart by their powerful internal energy and sword energy, making a crackling sound like sparks flying from a burning flame.

The fight between the two became more and more intense. Qiu Yanhong's "Xuanbing Sword Technique" was cold and sharp, and each sword carried endless chill; while Shi Feiyang's "Baisheng Sword Technique" became more and more domineering and extraordinary, and each sword contained overwhelming power.

In the mist-shrouded Qingluan Peak, their figures are looming, like two immortals walking out of a fairyland, engaging in a life-and-death battle.

Shi Feiyang faced Qiu Yanhong's cold attack with a calm expression and no fear at all.

This made Qiu Yanhong secretly surprised. She never expected that the Mingyu Gong that Shi Feiyang practiced was also so cold.

Moreover, Shi Feiyang had experienced the glorious baptism of the Linglong Pagoda and integrated the Yi Jin internal energy.

Now, he was no longer afraid of any cold. Even more astonishing was the fact that the Yi Jin Internal Qi and Ming Yu Gong within Shi Feiyang's body seemed to have produced a miraculous chemical reaction, the two resonating with each other and complementing each other.

When Qiu Yanhong's cold attack came, Shi Feiyang not only did not feel the slightest bit of cold, but was able to skillfully transform this cold air into his own strength and integrate it into the operation of Mingyu Gong.

This made Shi Feiyang's defense more indestructible and his counterattacks became more fierce. The more intense the fight, the stronger the resonance between Shi Feiyang's Yi Jin internal energy and Ming Yu Gong became. His strength continued to increase, and his internal energy became deeper and more endless.

Every swing of his sword brought with it a powerful wave of energy, as if it could split the surrounding air. His sword skills, supported by the Yi Jin Ming Yu Gong, became even more fierce. Every time he swung his sword, it was accompanied by a whirring sound of wind, like a gust of wind whistling past, which made people feel terrified.

Every attack from Qiu Yanhong was neutralized by Shi Feiyang with amazing reaction speed and precise counterattacks.

Shi Feiyang could even use Qiu Yanhong's strength to counterattack, and the powerful recoil often forced Qiu Yanhong to retreat repeatedly, stumbling. At this moment, Qiu Yanhong took a deep breath, her eyes revealing determination.

She knew very well that this fierce battle had reached a critical moment, and if she didn't fight hard, she would be defeated.

Then, Qiu Yanhong once again gathered all her strength, preparing to launch the final attack. A thick layer of profound icy energy enveloped her, transforming her into a moving iceberg, emitting a chilling aura. Her sword trembled slightly in her hand, as if gathering endless power, awaiting the moment of unleashing.

Elsewhere, Li Haiqing, head of the Suzaku Hall of the Qingluan Palace and master of the "Phantom Sea Fist," was demonstrating his extraordinary boxing skills. His fists, like a pair of heavy hammers, swung with vigor and force. Unleashing the "Woodcutter's Guide" move, he launched a fierce attack on "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong with unstoppable momentum.

Wu Zhong was not afraid at all. He used the "Liuhe Zhenjing Internal Power" to respond with the "Vajra Subduing Demon Palm".

Knowing that offense is the best defense, he performed the "Crossing the Clouds" move with powerful palms, blocking and slashing diagonally. One palm hit Li Haiqing's waist and ribs directly, and the other palm cut his neck horizontally.

Li Haiqing's movements were nimble, his toes tapping the ground like a nimble monkey, as he deftly dodged Wu Zhong's palm strike towards his waist and ribs. Then, he quickly switched his boxing style, counterattacking with the "Inverted Golden Bell" move. His right fist whistled downward, striking Wu Zhong's head with a whistling sound like a falling meteor.

Wu Zhong did not retreat but advanced, snorting coldly, "Hmph!" The power of the Vajra Subduing Demon Palm became even stronger. He met the attack with the "Dragon Leaping in the Abyss" style, his palms flying, "bang bang!" Wu Zhong's pair of iron palms collided violently with Li Haiqing's pair of fists, making a deafening roar, as if two cannonballs collided in the air, and the powerful air waves spread around, blowing the surrounding leaves down.

The duel between the two masters was so fast that it was hard to keep up with the pace.

The disciples of Qingluan Palace gathered around, all of them stunned. They had never seen such a wonderful contest between masters.

This fierce battle was undoubtedly a visual feast, and every confrontation made the people present feel an indescribable shock.

Li Haiqing suddenly retreated, tapping the ground with his toes. Like a swallow skimming the water, he leaped back several feet, putting distance between him and Wu Zhong. His face was solemn, beads of sweat covering his forehead, clearly wary of Wu Zhong's "Vajra Subduing Demon Palm."

Seeing this, Wu Zhong chased after him relentlessly, murderous intent in his eyes, knowing full well that letting a tiger go back into the mountains would lead to endless troubles.

At this moment, he performed a move called "Dragon Leaping in the Abyss". His palms were like knives, rising into the air and slashing towards Li Haiqing in mid-air. With a "whoosh", his palms cut through the air with a fierce momentum.

Li Haiqing was agile and dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding Wu Zhong's fierce attack.

He secretly rejoiced, and at the same time, he couldn't help but marvel at Wu Zhong's martial arts skills. He knew that today's battle could not be resolved peacefully, and only by going all out could he have a chance of survival.

He took a deep breath, the true energy in his body surged, his hands quickly formed seals, and he silently chanted a spell. A flash of light appeared around him, and a layer of light golden protective air shield was formed instantly, protecting him firmly. Although it could not withstand the full-strength attack of the peerless master, it was enough to save his life at the critical moment.

Wu Zhong's face paled slightly upon seeing this; he hadn't expected Li Haiqing to possess such a skill. But he quickly regained his composure, gathering his Qi in his palms once more, ready to unleash an even more ferocious attack. He knew that if he didn't kill Li Haiqing here today, he would become a serious threat in the future.

Li Haiqing watched Wu Zhong launch another attack, a flicker of determination in his eyes. With a sudden shift of thoughts, his inner Qi surged like a tide, and the radiance of his golden protective shield intensified. He suddenly rose up and attacked Wu Zhong, clenching his fists and striking directly at his vital points with a whistling sound.

Wu Zhong snorted contemptuously, "Hmph!" He flipped his palms to meet Li Haiqing's attack, and the two quickly fell into a fierce confrontation.

The fist wind and palm shadow intertwined, the energy overflowed, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, making a "hissing" sound.

Each clash was accompanied by a deafening roar, a terrifying experience. Li Haiqing and Wu Zhong each exerted their utmost strength, each move merciless, seeking only to swiftly kill the other.

Li Haiqing's movements were flexible and varied. Sometimes he jumped into the air, sometimes he slid on the ground, trying to disrupt Wu Zhong's rhythm with varied attacks.

However, Wu Zhong was also an experienced martial artist. Facing Li Haiqing's fierce attack, he responded calmly. His palms were like dragons swimming out of the sea, with both offense and defense, and he always had the advantage.

After a while, both of their foreheads were covered with sweat and their breathing became rapid.

(End of this chapter)