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

Chapter 74. Fierce Battle at Qingluan Palace! Gong Simeng Cleverly Seizes the Token and Decides the Outcome

The courtyard of Qingluan Palace was shrouded in haze, and the atmosphere was so solemn that it was suffocating.

The strong wind swept past with a howling sound, and the surrounding trees swayed violently in the wind, and the branches and leaves rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound.

The fallen leaves on the ground were ruthlessly swept into the air by the strong wind, and were then cut into pieces by the sharp blade wind and sword shadows, turning into flying debris.

Gong Simeng was extremely anxious. She was kind and soft-hearted, and could not bear to see the bloody killing. At this moment, her voice trembled and she shouted anxiously: "Stop! Please stop!" She looked at the maids and warriors who were rushing towards Shi Feiyang like a tide, and her heart was full of pity.

Her hands clenched unconsciously, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she felt no pain at all.

She was soft-hearted and compassionate, and could not bear to see these lives perished under Shi Feiyang's knife. Their faces of pain or despair kept appearing in her mind, and her heart ached.

However, the maids and warriors, having seen the Palace Master injured by Shi Feiyang's attack, had already lost their minds, their hearts burning with rage. How could they easily let Shi Feiyang go? They shouted loudly, their shouts shaking the air around them, and brandished their swords, flashing cold light, rushing towards Shi Feiyang recklessly, their feet making dull "thumps" on the ground.

Shi Feiyang looked stern and sneered contemptuously.

There was endless disdain and arrogance in that laughter.

Shi Feiyang carried Gong Simeng on his back, his feet firmly planted on the ground. His whole body exuded a majestic aura, as if fused with the earth, emitting a chilling sense of oppression. He continued to unleash his invincible swordsmanship, slashing and killing bravely.

The Burmese knife in Shi Feiyang's hand felt like a living thing, wielding it with unwavering ease. Sometimes the blade's momentum was like a dragon, whistling with the wind, like a giant golden dragon, charging into the sky with devastating force, emitting a sharp whirring sound. Wherever the blade passed, gravel on the ground was swept into the air, intertwining with the fallen leaves in the air, adding a sense of solemnity. Sometimes the blade's momentum was like a tiger, the arc drawn by the blade was powerful and forceful, like a tiger descending the mountain, fangs bared, claws swooping down on its prey with tremendous force. Every slash left a visible wave in the air, and wherever it reached, the flowers and plants in the courtyard were instantly flattened. Each move contained astonishing power, and wherever the blade passed, the air seemed to be cut by the sharp blade, making a sizzling sound.

Gong Simeng watched Shi Feiyang move through the crowd like no one was around, feeling both proud of his strength and worried about those charging at him. She was a discerning woman, well aware of Shi Feiyang's exceptional martial arts skills, but these people were attacking him so recklessly. What if Shi Feiyang made a mistake? Her heart sank at the thought, and she dared not think any further.

At the same time, she was praying silently in her heart, hoping that Shi Feiyang could end the battle as soon as possible and there would be no more casualties.

In an instant, sword lights and knife shadows intertwined and flashed, colliding with each other, and sparks burst out, forming a shocking battle scene. The surrounding air seemed to be vibrated by their internal energy, emitting a continuous whistling sound, "woooo" sound, like a horn on the battlefield.

"Crack! Ouch!" Soon, the maids and warriors screamed one after another and fell to the ground, covered in blood.

Shi Feiyang held a shred of mercy in his heart. He could have taken these men's lives, but he chose to show mercy. A flicker of pity flashed in his eyes, and as he drew his sword, he deftly adjusted the angle, striking them precisely at their joints with his Burmese knife. His swordsmanship was a refined art, each strike perfectly placed, leaving these men deprived of their martial arts skills and writhing on the ground, wailing in agony.

Shi Feiyang's figure became more and more eye-catching amid the flashes of swords and sabers.

His swordplay was unpredictable, sometimes opening and closing with overwhelming force, overwhelming his opponent with overwhelming pressure. Every swing of his sword could make the enemy feel the pressure of a tidal wave, the stone slabs on the ground cracking in the wind of his sword. At other times, he was as nimble as a snake, weaving freely through the enemy's sword net, searching for the enemy's flaws. His footsteps were light, stirring up the dust on the ground, as if he was riding on clouds. His breathing was steady and powerful, and each breath seemed to draw strength from heaven and earth. He exuded an invincible aura.

Finally, under Shi Feiyang's powerful attack, the maids and warriors who had rushed towards him were forced to retreat. Some were swept backward by the wind from his sword, falling heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Others tried to block his attacks, but his Burmese sword easily knocked their weapons away, sending sharp pain through their arms, and numbness leading to loss of feeling. Shi Feiyang's face showed no sign of panic. His eyes were firm and calm, constantly observing the situation on the battlefield, not missing a single detail.

Gong Simeng hurriedly jumped off Shi Feiyang's back, making a soft "puff" sound when she landed, and shouted several times: "Stop! Stop! Listen to my orders!" After that, she bent down and took the token from Qiu Yanhong's slender waist. With quick and neat movements, she held the token and raised it high. The token still flashed a cold light under the gloomy sky.

She was courageous and intelligent, making quick judgments in this chaotic situation and grasping the key to winning everyone over. Seeing this, some maids and warriors who hadn't participated in the battle clasped their fists and knelt on the ground in unison, their knees clasping against the ground with a dull thud. They said in unison, "We greet the new Palace Master!"

Shi Feiyang smiled and gave Gong Simeng a thumbs up, his eyes full of admiration. He praised Gong Simeng for her quick wit and said that she was able to subdue some of the maids and warriors of Qingluan Palace, preserve Qingluan Palace, and make Qingluan Palace a subsidiary of Xiongying Society in Liaodong.

At this moment, Gong Simeng slowly turned her gaze, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. Her eyes were like a spring on a clear spring day, clear and bright, shimmering with shimmering light, a look full of emotion, revealing kindness and intelligence. Beneath her arched eyebrows, her long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, like the flutter of a butterfly's wings. Her skin was as white as snow, delicate and smooth, and in the dim light, it even shone with a soft glow, revealing a sense of agility and playfulness. The corners of her mouth gently lifted, revealing a sweet smile, just like peach blossoms blooming on a branch in spring, bright and charming, full of allure. Gong Simeng was gentle and resilient. Amid the complex disputes of the Jianghu, she always maintained her inner purity and kindness, while possessing the courage and wisdom to face difficulties.

Gong Simeng then announced her orders to the kneeling maids and warriors, demanding their orders. Her voice was clear and resonant, echoing in the air. Shi Feiyang turned to look to the other side, where Xiang Kun was still engaged in a fierce battle with Li Xiaolin and Li Jinming.

The wind howled, sending sand and rocks whirring all around, as if swayed by the fierce battle. Beside Qingluan Palace and the cold pond, the trees were shaken wildly by the strong wind, branches and leaves whipping against each other, making a crisp "crackling" sound, as if waving and cheering for the fierce battle. Fallen leaves on the ground were swept into the air, swirling around the three people like sharp blades, and occasionally cut into shreds by the wind from fists or flutes, falling to the ground.

At this critical moment, Xiang Kun reacted quickly, stomping his foot against the ground. With a whoosh, he retreated like an arrow. At the same time, he placed the iron flute across his chest, the movement completed in one smooth motion.

Immediately afterwards, several deafening noises were heard, "bang bang bang!" It was as if the air was sucked out in an instant, making a hissing sound, and a fierce fist wind with a whistling sound rushed towards him.

Li Xiaolin and Li Jinming were both unleashing their might simultaneously. They roared in unison, their fists like cannonballs, packing a tremendous amount of force as they fiercely bombarded Xiang Kun. Wherever their fists passed, the dust on the ground was stirred up several feet high, forming a hazy cloud of dust.

Xiang Kun moved swiftly. When the fist wind was about to touch his body, he cleverly turned sideways and, with the help of the powerful force of the fist wind, flew several feet away like a light fallen leaf.

As he landed, his toes tapped the ground with two soft "tapping" sounds, and he landed firmly. Once he was steady, he stared at the two young masters before him with a sharp, eagle-like gaze, secretly admiring them. Meanwhile, a strong wind rustled his clothes, making them rustle.

"'Spirit Dog Fist' and 'Illusion Sea Fist' are indeed worthy of their names!" Xiang Kunming praised loudly, but in fact it was ironic. His voice was loud and clear, still clearly audible in the howling wind. The iron flute in his hand spun lightly, making a "whoosh" sound, as if he was ready to meet the next challenge at any time.

Li Xiaolin and Li Jinming were furious. They exchanged a look, a hint of determination in their eyes. They took a deep breath, then suddenly leaped up again. "Whoosh!" Like a tiger descending a mountain, they pounced on Kun with a whirring sound. Their figures were barely visible in the flying sand, and each punch unleashed a powerful gust of air, scattering the fallen leaves around them.

Xiang Kun's figure was as swift as the wind, his iron flute shimmering with silver light and making a continuous whirring sound. He deftly countered the attacks of the two men, moving left, right, forward, and backward with a swift movement that was dazzling.

His movements were as nimble as a ghost, intertwining with the other man's fists like a game of cat and mouse. The strong wind blew his hair wildly, but he paid no heed, concentrating on dealing with his opponent's attacks.

"Hmph, is this all your strength?" Xiang Kun sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. The iron flute suddenly accelerated, and with a "whoosh", it was like a silver dragon emerging from the sea, hitting Li Xiaolin's chest directly.

Li Xiaolin was horrified, his eyes wide open, his face filled with terror. He quickly dodged to the side, but he was still a step too slow. The iron flute brushed against the corner of his clothes, leaving a deep mark. At the same time, a leaf caught in the fist wind was cut in half by the iron flute, and with a soft "puff" sound, it fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Li Jinming roared, "Roar!" His figure appeared behind Xiang Kun like a ghost, and he punched him in the back with a whistling sound. Xiang Kun seemed to have eyes on his back. At the moment Li Jinming's punch was about to be thrown, he turned sideways, swung his iron flute backhand, and with a "ding" sound, knocked Li Jinming's fist away.

The force of this blow caused the surrounding air to tremble, and the dust on the ground was stirred up again.

The three men were once again engaged in a fierce battle, with fists whistling, the sound of "whoosh" never ending, and the shadows of the flute flashing, which was a feast for the eyes.

Every collision between his fist and the iron flute produced a crisp "ding-dong" sound, sparks flying everywhere, and intertwined with the whistling wind and rustling leaves, playing a thrilling battle melody. At this moment, Xiang Kun suddenly paused, and the iron flute drew a perfect arc in the air, "whoosh", and landed steadily in his palm.

He took a deep breath, "Huh...", his eyes becoming extremely solemn. At this moment, the strong wind gradually died down, but the tense atmosphere of the battle between the two sides did not diminish in the slightest. The surrounding trees seemed to hold their breath, quietly awaiting the final outcome of this battle.

"The two of you working together are indeed not to be underestimated. But if that's all, I'm afraid it's not enough to defeat me." There was a subtle hint of arrogance in Xiang Kun's words, as if everything was under his control. His voice was low and powerful, echoing in the air.

Li Xiaolin and Li Jinming's expressions changed slightly upon hearing this. They knew Xiang Kun hadn't used his full strength, while they had indeed given it their all. The two exchanged a glance, a flicker of determination in their eyes, and decided to give it a go.

(End of this chapter)