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

Chapter 77: Thousand Rivers Moon Shadow vs. Hundred Victories Swordsmanship, Shi Feiyang and Liu Yanran's Death Battle in the Cold Pond

However, as Liu Yanran approached, she discovered it wasn't Shi Feiyang, but another group of masters from the Shenshui Palace, engaged in a fierce battle with the maids and warriors of the Qingluan Palace, led by Wu Zhong. Liu Yanran secretly rejoiced, yet at the same time, she was bewildered by the possibility of such a fierce clash between two opposing factions. She quickly assessed the situation and decided it was more important to return to the cold pond at Qingluan Peak and set up an ambush.

Wu Zhong, known as "Iron Palm", the brave and fearless general of the Xiongying Society, led his men down the mountain in a line. At the edge of the mountain, they met Ding Fengyuan, the lord of Mir Castle, a branch of the Shenshui Palace and a disciple of the Xingxiu Sect.

The two sides engaged in a fierce verbal exchange, heated and charged, before quickly drawing their swords, marking the beginning of a thrilling battle. Wu Zhong, drawing upon the profound power of the "Six Harmonies Sutra," unleashed the "Vajra Subduing Demon Palm." His palms swung with a ferocious gust of wind, each one imbued with the immense force to split mountains and shatter rock.

Ding Fengyuan also used the "Hua Gong Dafa" to the fullest and danced with the "Tianshan Staff Technique". The shadows of the staff were like weavings, dazzling the eyes. His body was agile, and each time the staff was aimed directly at Wu Zhong's vital points.

The two men fought back and forth, fists and palms intertwined, and the battle became more and more intense.

The surrounding air seemed ignited by this powerful force, emitting a sizzling sound. Dust flew, and fallen leaves, caught in the strong wind, danced in the air with a rustling sound. Wu Zhong's face was solemn, his concentration completely focused. He poured all his strength into each palm strike, and the sound of the whirring wind was incessant. Ding Fengyuan was not to be outdone. His body was as agile as a ghost, and his staff skills were exquisite. Each swing of the staff was accompanied by a whirring sound, directly targeting Wu Zhong's vital points.

As the fierce battle continued, Wu Zhong's palm technique became more and more powerful. Every time he struck out with the force of a tidal wave, the ground trembled slightly, making a dull "bang bang" sound.

Ding Fengyuan's stick skills became more and more agile, and the flickering shadow of the stick was dazzling.

Suddenly, Wu Zhong roared, his voice like a bell, shaking the air around him. He gathered all his strength and struck Ding Fengyuan in the chest with a palm. Seeing this, Ding Fengyuan unexpectedly moved his iron rod away and, like a fool, took the blow with his chest.

Wu Zhong struck with a palm, seemingly silently, but in an instant, he felt his internal energy rapidly draining away like a flood bursting through a dam. He was horrified and realized that he had been hit by Ding Fengyuan's "energy-dissolving technique".

At this moment, a melodious flute sound came, gentle, ethereal and touching.

Ding Fengyuan was stunned.

Wu Zhong also felt a tremor. He struggled with all his might, but he was already exhausted. Ding Fengyuan suddenly felt that the flute sound was unusually strange. However, after Wu Zhong broke free from the suction, he gripped the iron rod tightly and swung it violently. With a whoosh, it struck Wu Zhong's head.

Wu Zhong quickly dodged to the side, but Ding Fengyuan's staff technique was exquisite, and the shadow of the staff, like a spirit snake, instantly wrapped around Wu Zhong's waist. Wu Zhong took a deep breath and once again activated the "Six Harmonies Sutra" internal energy. His entire body's power surged, and his palms, like the glaring eyes of a vajra, thrust out fiercely. This was the Shaolin Temple's ultimate killing move—the "Vajra Angry Eyes Palm," which consumed a great deal of energy. As the palms launched, there was a deafening roar.

Ding Fengyuan felt a huge force coming at him like a tidal wave, and his body flew backwards involuntarily. He fell heavily to the ground with a "bang", and the iron rod in his hand also flew out of his hand. The knuckles of his hands were cracked and bleeding.

However, at this moment, a silk net fell from the sky like a huge leaf, covering Ding Fengyuan.

It was "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, soaring through the air and covering the silk net. Immediately afterwards, Xiang Kun, the iron flute scholar on Xie Wen's back, also descended from the air, holding the iron flute and, with a "click," striking Ding Fengyuan's head.

Ding Fengyuan's skull burst instantly, and he fell to the ground, dying silently and tragically.

Xie Wen swung the Heavenly Silk Net, flinging Ding Fengyuan's remains several feet away. With a whoosh, the bandits from Mirburgh fled in terror. Xiang Kun put away his iron flute, helped Wu Zhong sit down, and placed his palms on his back, channeling his inner energy to heal his wounds.

At the top of Qingluan Peak, there was another burst of shouting and killing sounds, "Kill!" "Charge!" Xie Wen's heart tightened, and he quickly tapped the ground with his feet, flying in the sky like an agile eagle to explore the situation on the top of Qingluan Peak.

The top of Qingluan Peak.

At this moment, Liu Yanran cleverly used the cold pond's mist to lay a trap. Under her control, the thick mist shrouded the entire pond like a mysterious veil, casting an even more eerie shadow. Through the refraction of ice crystals, she created layers of phantoms that appeared and disappeared in the mist, creating a dreamlike illusion. Simultaneously, she attacked Shi Feiyang with her newly mastered sword technique, "Thousand Rivers Moon Shadows."

The sophistication of this sword technique far exceeds that of the Divine Water Sword Technique. It is a unique skill that Liu Yanran has cultivated through painstaking efforts and hard practice day and night.

Just as Shi Feiyang paced the edge of the cold pond, pondering how to break Liu Yanran's cunning scheme, Liu Yanran suddenly attacked. Faced with this sudden attack, Shi Feiyang flashed like a flash of black lightning, narrowly avoiding the first wave of Liu Yanran's sword shadows.

The moment he touched the water, the Mingyu Gong in Shi Feiyang's body was automatically activated. A powerful airflow surged out of his body, forming a layer of protective white mist. With a few "puff" sounds, it bounced away the water around him.

At this moment, although Shi Feiyang fell into the water, his clothes were not wet. It was obvious that his internal strength had entered a new level.

Liu Yanran's swordsmanship was truly exceptional, and coupled with her deep scheming and insidious tactics, she had managed to exploit the cold pond's natural environment to lay such an ingenious trap. Mist filled the air around the cold pond, making a humming sound, as if whispering about the fierce battle.

Shi Feiyang didn't dare to relax at all. He immediately mobilized all his strength, his eyes as sharp as torches, closely watching the ever-changing sword shadows around him, trying to locate Liu Yanran's true form. Only by discovering Liu Yanran's true form could he break the current predicament.

At this critical moment, a clear sword sound pierced the silence. With a clang, a dazzling sword light emerged from the crowd of phantoms, like a flash of lightning, pointing directly at Shi Feiyang's vitals. Shi Feiyang snorted contemptuously, "Hmph," and quickly retreated, then quickly drew his sword and swung it out. Following Gong Simeng's instructions, Shi Feiyang now drew his sword whenever he encountered an enemy.

"Clang!" Shi Feiyang's Burmese sword clashed violently with the sword light, emitting a deafening roar that seemed to shake the water in the cold pond to a boil. In an instant, the sword light flashed, and the blade shadows were heavy. The cold pond was surrounded by sword energy and blade shadows. The air seemed to be cut into pieces, making a "sizzling" sound.

The essence of the "Thousand Rivers Moon Shadow" sword technique lies in its agility and transformation. The sword's radiance is like the moon, radiating a clear light. Every move and every stroke holds endless charm and profound meaning. As Liu Yanran's sword flashes, it's as if the waters of a thousand rivers are reflected in them, shimmering and beautiful beyond measure. The sword lights, like nimble fish, dart freely through the mist, emitting a whirring sound.

Shi Feiyang's blade shadows were heavy and fierce, like a violent storm. Powered by the Yi Jin Ming Yu Gong, each swing of his Burmese sword carried the force of tearing through the air. The blade wind whistled and whirred, as if it wanted to chop everything around it into pieces.

Around this freezing cold pond, sword energy and knife shadows intertwined, forming a thrilling picture. Even the air seemed to be cut and shattered by this powerful force.

The Qianjiang Yueying sword technique is indeed well-deserved! Shi Feiyang secretly admired it in his heart.

However, Liu Yanran's use of cold air to attack Shi Feiyang no longer worked.

Liu Yanran fantasized about injecting cold energy into Shi Feiyang's body, turning him into neither male nor female, as he had done last time. But this was nothing more than wishful thinking. Shi Feiyang's internal Qi was flowing, forcing all the cold energy out of his body. Moreover, the terrifying chill emanating from his Mingyu Gong penetrated directly into Liu Yanran's heart, sealing off his acupuncture points.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang's figure was like a ghost, moving left, right, forward, and backward, weaving in and out of Liu Yanran's sword light with ease. His figure was looming in the mist, and every movement brought a gust of wind, a "whooshing" sound.

Liu Yanran's face was solemn. She hadn't expected Shi Feiyang to adapt to her coldness so quickly. Furthermore, it looked like Shi Feiyang's cultivation had improved. This forced her to be even more cautious.

Although Qianjiang Yueying's swordsmanship was agile and dynamic, it held little advantage against a master like Shi Feiyang. The two figures moved swiftly around the cold pond, swords flashing and blades intertwining. "Clang!" Each collision produced a deafening sound, as if even the heavens and the earth were trembling. The fight intensified, and the surrounding chill was dispelled by this powerful force.

Shi Feiyang leaped up again, his Burmese sword slashing through the air like a streak of golden lightning, striking the opponent's vitals. The opponent, clearly unwilling to be outdone, charged forward with a lightning-fast sword.

The two men fought back and forth, the shadows of swords and the lights of knives intertwined, forming a series of brilliant light curtains, which made the cold pond look like daylight, and every collision of weapons was accompanied by a loud noise that echoed in the valley for a long time.

(End of this chapter)