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

Chapter 73: Fei Yang's domineering power breaks the black ice, and the mandarin duck sword angrily chops the spirit dog fist

Suddenly, Li Haiqing's body suddenly stopped. He keenly caught the fleeting tiny flaw in Wu Zhong's attack.

In an instant, the true energy in his body burst out like a surging wave. With a roar, his right fist, wrapped in a thousand pounds of force, hit Wu Zhong's chest like a cannonball.

However, all this was within Wu Zhong's calculations. This flaw was just a trap he had carefully set to lure Li Haiqing into the trap.

Wu Zhong's figure flicked to the side like a ghost, easily dodging Li Haiqing's fatal blow. At the same time, he quickly swung his palm back, and with a whoosh and a whirring sound, it struck Li Haiqing's back like a sharp blade.

Li Haiqing reacted extremely quickly. At this critical moment, he twisted his waist like a spring and blocked with his arms.

"Bang!" Even so, he was hit by Wu Zhong's palm. He felt a powerful force spread throughout his body in an instant, and his blood and energy surged violently like a raging sea. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, without any blood.

Li Haiqing was suddenly shocked, knowing that he was already at a disadvantage.

If we continue to fight in this disorganized manner, defeat is inevitable and there is no possibility of recovery.

He took a deep breath, "Huh!", trying to calm his surging blood. A flicker of determination flashed in his eyes, as he decided to use up every last ounce of his strength in a desperate fight. In an instant, Li Haiqing leaped up, and with a whoosh, like a ferocious cheetah poised for action, he pounced unreservedly at Wu Zhong.

His boxing skills became more and more sharp, and every punch he threw was accompanied by the sound of whistling wind.

Seeing this, Wu Zhong's expression froze, yet he dared not show any disrespect. He swung his palms rapidly, creating gusts of wind from his palms as he fought Li Haiqing's frenzied attack with all his might. Wu Zhong and Li Haiqing once again engaged in a fierce exchange, their fists and palms intertwining, their energy overflowing, vibrating the air around them with a humming sound. Gradually, Li Haiqing's attacks intensified, each punch channeling all his strength. His eyes were red, and he roared, attempting to suppress Wu Zhong with this overwhelming force.

However, Wu Zhong was like a nimble fish, slipping away without hesitation. Whenever Li Haiqing's fist was about to hit him, he would cleverly dodge it at that critical moment and quickly counterattack with exquisite skills.

Both of them gradually lost their strength in this intense battle, their breathing became more rapid, and sweat dripped from their foreheads like rain.

Li Haiqing knew he had no way out. Only by giving it his all could he defeat his opponent in this life-or-death struggle and secure a glimmer of hope. Suddenly, Li Haiqing let out a deafening roar, "Ah!" His figure erupted again like a cannonball, charging towards Wu Zhong at breakneck speed.

In this attack, he gathered all the strength in his body and pushed his potential to the extreme, trying to defeat the opponent in front of him in one fell swoop.

Seeing this, Wu Zhong's expression was solemn, not daring to slack off even a little. He thrust out both palms, the inner Qi surging like a raging river. "Hmph!" With a muffled groan, he charged forward, meeting Li Haiqing's fatal blow with all his might.

"Bang, bang!" Their fists collided fiercely in the air, erupting with a deafening roar, as if two heavy bombs had exploded simultaneously. The air was filled with thick dust and the surging waves of true energy, blurring the view and making it difficult to see the two figures clearly.

All that could be heard was the whistling and whooshing sounds of fists, and the crackling sounds of the collision of true energy.

Every clash between Li Haiqing and Wu Zhong was as powerful as a landslide. The surrounding ground was shattered by their immense strength, and cracks spread outward like spider webs. Both men wore expressions of pain and determination, each exerting their utmost strength, pushing their own limits to challenge the other's.

However, due to the numerous injuries he had sustained from Wu Zhong before, Li Haiqing's body gradually reached its limit, and he gradually lost to Wu Zhong. Each time he was knocked back, Li Haiqing could clearly feel the blood and qi surging like a raging tide, as if his internal organs were shifting, the excruciating pain becoming almost unbearable.

His breathing also became rapid and heavy, "wheezing", and every breath seemed like a hard struggle.

However, even under such a disadvantage, there was still no intention of retreat in Li Haiqing's eyes.

He gritted his teeth, and with a "crunch, crunch" sound, he once again gathered all his strength and launched a fierce attack on Wu Zhong.

Wu Zhong's expression was solemn. He could deeply sense Li Haiqing's unyielding will, forcing him to give it his all, not daring to be careless. Suddenly, with a "wow!", Li Haiqing finally couldn't hold it back, spurting out a mouthful of blood. His body staggered, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

Wu Zhong took the opportunity to use the move "Tiger Descending the Mountain". "Whoosh", he swung his palm towards Li Haiqing. The palm wind was whistling, carrying endless power, and he wanted to destroy everything in front of him.

However, at this critical moment, a hint of determination flashed in Li Haiqing's eyes.

He clenched his teeth, enduring the pain, and it seemed as if a force was surging in his body.

He dodged Wu Zhong's palm strike with a whoosh, and simultaneously threw a backhanded punch towards Wu Zhong's chest. This punch, condensing all his strength, made a "breaking wind" sound and was incredibly powerful.

Wu Zhong hadn't expected Li Haiqing to have this trick up his sleeve, and he could only hastily block with his arms. "Bang!" He felt a sudden surge of force, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, leaving deep footprints on the ground beneath his feet. However, Li Haiqing's all-out attack had exhausted his energy, and his body seemed to be weakened and shaky.

Seeing this, Wu Zhong's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he swung his palms to attack.

"Crack! Ouch!" The sound of bones breaking rang out. Li Haiqing's sternum was broken, his shoulder blade was cracked, and he screamed in agony as he fell to the ground. He lay on the ground, spitting blood. After a while, he spread his hands, closed his eyes, and died tragically, filled with hatred.

Li Tianluo, head of the Zhuwan Hall of Qingluan Palace and leader of the Spirit Dog Fist school, unleashed his school's signature technique, the Spirit Dog Fist. "Woof woof woof!" With a series of ferocious barks, he lunged at Xiao Lingling like a furious dog, claws and fangs bared. His fists rained down like a hurricane, his jaws wide open as if to bite, showcasing the ferocity and wildness of the Spirit Dog Fist.

Xiao Lingling held two swords, one long and one short, and moved as lightly as a swallow through the woods. "Swoosh-swoosh", the light of her sword was like an impenetrable net, cleverly avoiding Li Tianluo's fierce attack.

Every time Xiao Lingling's double swords collided with Li Tianluo's fists, there would be a crisp metal collision sound, "ding ding dang dang", sparks would fly, and the scene would be extremely intense.

Li Tianluo became more and more courageous in the battle, and the power of the Spirit Dog Fist was gradually released. The wind from his fist was whistling and making a "whoosh" sound, as if he had turned into a ferocious spirit dog, vowing to tear Xiao Lingling into pieces.

However, although Xiao Lingling had a solemn expression, there was an unyielding light in her eyes, and she kept adjusting her breathing, "inhale - exhale", to maintain inner calm. She danced with both swords more swiftly, and every move and every style contained a fierce murderous intent.

The disciples of Li Haiqing, the master of the "Phantom Sea Fist", and Li Tianluo, the master of the "Spirit Dog Fist", each raised their fists and grasped their blades, shouting "Kill!" and rushed towards Xiang Kun.

Xiang Kun gripped the iron flute and pressed the trigger with his thumb. "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Three extremely fine short arrows shot out. "Ouch!" Three of the dozen or so people who rushed over were instantly shot in the throat, chest, or left eye. They screamed in agony and fell to the ground, blood splattering.

Xiang Kun seized the opportunity, holding the iron flute, and performed the "Tian Gang Acupoint Pressing Method". With a flash of his body, he rushed into the enemy group with a "whoosh". He held the flute and swept left and right, knocked up and poked down. Wherever he went, the enemies were hit, some were immobilized by the acupoint press, and some fell to the ground in pain, screaming.

Seeing this, Li Xiaolin, the son of Li Tianluo, the leader of the "Spirit Dog Fist", shouted angrily, "Roar!" He jumped up like a furious spirit dog, and his fists, with a whistling sound, went straight to Xiang Kun's vest.

Xiang Kun listened to the wind and determined his position. He turned his body to the side and swung Tie Di with his backhand. With a "ding" sound, he actually deflected Li Xiaolin's heavy punch.

Li Jinming, the son of Li Haiqing, the leader of the "Phantom Sea Fist", was also unwilling to be outdone. His figure was like a ghost, "swoosh-swoosh", one punch after another, with heavy fist shadows, heading straight for Kun's vitals.

Xiang Kun responded calmly, his iron flute dancing, sometimes turning into a shield for defense, making a "clang clang" sound, and sometimes turning into a sharp sword for attack, making a "whoosh" sound. For a moment, the three of them were fighting to a standstill.

Gong Simeng leaned on Shi Feiyang's back, and couldn't help but admire him: Brother Shi truly possesses remarkable charisma, able to attract so many martial arts masters. Wu Zhong, the Iron Palm, Xiao Lingling, the Double-Eyed Blade, and Xiang Kun, the Iron Flute Scholar—each of them possessing exceptional martial arts skills, each capable of independently supporting the overall situation—is truly commendable.

During Shi Feiyang's fierce battle with Qiu Yanhong, Qiu Yanhong suddenly soared into the air, unleashing the most powerful Xuanbing Sword Technique, "Xuanbing Shattering Star." "Shua!" The sword flashed like a meteor, streaking through the night sky. With unparalleled power and speed, it broke through the vortex created by Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong and pierced directly towards Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang sneered, "Mysterious Ice Sword Technique, that's all! Hehe!" He then gripped his Burmese sword tightly and unleashed the ultimate move of the Hundred Victories Sword Technique, "Heaven and Earth Live Together." "Whoosh!" The Burmese sword slashed through the air, creating a dazzling blade of light that collided fiercely with Qiu Yanhong's sword.

In an instant, the sword's light and the blade's gleam intertwined, emitting a deafening roar. "Boom!" The air around them seemed to rip apart, forming visible ripples. The two powerful forces countered each other, causing the surrounding space to tremble. Stones on the ground were shaken and then fell heavily.

Qiu Yanhong took a deep breath, adjusted his internal energy, and swung his sword again. The sword light was as bright as ice crystals. "Swish, swish, swish!" Every move and every style contained extreme coldness, as if to freeze the space.

The Yi Jin Ming Yu Gong true energy in Shi Feiyang's body instantly exploded, and a strong chill spread out from him to the surroundings.

This chill was different from Qiu Yanhong's profound icy aura; it was deeper and colder, as if emanating from the Nine Netherworlds. Enveloped by this chill, the surrounding water vapor quickly condensed into ice, emitting a crackling sound.

Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity, unleashing the mysterious power of the Mingyu Gong to freeze his opponent's acupuncture points. With a wave of his hand, a faint blue light shot towards Qiu Yanhong. Qiu Yanhong felt a powerful force envelop her, her movements becoming sluggish, her acupuncture points sealed by a thick layer of ice, rendering her unable to move.

Shi Feiyang took the opportunity to swing his sword. The Burmese sword carried a sharp momentum and struck Qiu Yanhong like a lightning. The sword whistled, and with a "click", Qiu Yanhong's right arm was cut off by Shi Feiyang's sword.

"Ah!" Qiu Yanhong let out a shrill scream and collapsed to the ground. All her martial arts skills were lost, and her lifelong hard training had gone to waste.

"Palace Master!" The maids and warriors of Qingluan Palace exclaimed, drawing their swords and brandishing their knives. "Kill!" they shouted and attacked Shi Feiyang.

(End of this chapter)