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

Chapter 78: Qingluan Cold Pond: Shi Feiyang vs. Liu Yanran, Peak Kill
In this fierce clash, Shi Feiyang gradually caught sight of the flaws in Qianjiang Yueying's sword technique amidst the flashes of swords and sabers. Although this sword technique was agile and changeable, with the flickering sword shadows like flowing stars, dazzling the eyes, there was always a subtle rhythm between each move and each stroke.

The law is hidden in the flow of sword light, just like the faint but constant starlight in the night sky.

Shi Feiyang was overjoyed, finding a ray of light in the darkness. He immediately adjusted his attack, energizing his Yi Jin Ming Yu Gong with all his might. True Qi surged through his meridians like a surging wave. The Burmese knife in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying a fierce gust of wind as it suddenly struck the spot where the pattern lay.

There was a loud "bang", as if thunder had exploded in the sky, and the sword light suddenly dissipated, disappearing like a shattered dream.

Liu Yanran stumbled backward, the cold water beneath her feet splattering. Her face was as pale as paper, her blood boiling, and she was filled with shock. She had never expected that Shi Feiyang could see through the flaws in her painstakingly cultivated swordsmanship.

Shi Feiyang took the opportunity to follow up, his footsteps lightly touching the water surface as if walking on flat ground, pointing the Burmese knife directly at the opponent's throat, and sneered coldly: "Your Thousand Rivers Moon Shadow swordsmanship is nothing more than this." His voice echoed above the cold pond, with unquestionable confidence and domineering.

Liu Yanran's expression changed instantly upon witnessing this scene. She was startled at first, but then quickly regained her composure. She took a deep breath, and her aura suddenly shifted, continuously channeling the power of the Cold Pond's Mysterious Ice into her swordsmanship.

In an instant, the fog in the cold pond became thicker, like a materialized white barrier, shrouding the entire cold pond in even more mystery.

She used the "Ice Dragon Chant", "Cold Plum Break" and other water-based magical skills, combined with the fog invisibility technique, to launch an all-round attack on Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang felt the temperature plummet around him, the wind biting like a sharp blade. The scene before him grew hazy, and he was trapped in a chaotic world of ice and snow. He knew that this was an illusion created by Liu Yanran using the power of the cold pond's profound ice. If he didn't break free in time, he would be trapped and unable to extricate himself.

So, Shi Feiyang calmed down, activated his internal energy, and concentrated the heat in his eyes. In an instant, his eyes burst into a blazing light, instantly penetrating the fog.

He saw an ice dragon circling in the air, with its fangs and claws bared, rushing towards him with a howling cold wind.

Wherever the ice dragon passed, the air seemed to freeze, making a crackling sound. Shi Feiyang moved to the side, agile as a ghost, and swung his Burmese knife. The blade light collided with the ice dragon, and with a crisp "crack", a crisp shattering sound was heard.

The ice dragon instantly disintegrated, turning into scattered ice crystals and splashing countless tiny water droplets on the surface of the cold pond.

Immediately afterwards, plum blossoms bloomed in the air, bringing with them a biting chill, and attacked Shi Feiyang.

The petals of the winter plum are like sharp blades, drawing cold rays of light in the air.

Shi Feiyang's body was as fast as the wind, dodging flexibly. Every sidestep and jump was extremely precise, while he was looking for opportunities to counterattack.

At this moment, Liu Yanran's figure appeared and disappeared in the fog, and had already merged with this illusion. Sometimes it was like an illusory shadow, and sometimes it seemed like a real existence, making it unpredictable.

Shi Feiyang's heart moved, and he instantly understood the key to this illusion.

He suddenly swung out the Burmese knife, the blade flashed with golden light, and the blade light was as fast as lightning, heading straight for where Liu Yanran's real body was.

There was only a crisp sound, as if an invisible barrier was broken, and the fog suddenly dissipated, revealing Liu Yanran's figure.

Her expression changed slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She obviously didn't expect Shi Feiyang to be able to break through her illusion so quickly. But she quickly adjusted her mindset. As the overlord of the Liaodong martial arts world, her will was as firm as a rock.

She swung her sword again at Shi Feiyang, the blade flashing like a nimble snake, carrying a deadly threat. The two were once again caught in a fierce exchange, the sword shadows and knife lights intertwined, inseparable.

Liu Tingting, Gong Ci'en, Gong Yao'en, Wu Chi, Li Jinming, Li Xiaolin and others rushed over upon hearing the news and witnessed this jaw-dropping battle. They stood on the shore, deeply shocked by the scene before them.

Mist filled the cold pond, blending with the night to create a mysterious and tense atmosphere. Moonlight shimmered on the surface of the cold pond, creating ripples that were rippled by the intense internal energy of the two men.

Liu Tingting stood on the shore, her hands clenched tightly, her knuckles white and her nails almost embedded in her palms.

Her beautiful face was now contorted with anger and tension, her eyes fixed on Shi Feiyang, filled with hatred. Her brows, as dark as distant black, were slightly furrowed in anger; her eyes, as clear as autumn water, were now burning with rage. Her fair cheeks were flushed with emotion, like the sunset glow on the horizon.

She had never seen her mother fight so seriously, and she had never expected Shi Feiyang to be able to fight her mother on equal terms, and even show signs of rapid improvement in martial arts. This made her both shocked and unwilling to accept it. Gong Ci'en and Gong Yao'en brothers looked at each other, and saw surprise and admiration in each other's eyes.

They knew that both Liu Yanran and Shi Feiyang were rare talents, and this duel would undoubtedly become an unforgettable scene in their hearts. Jin Liufu watched the fierce battle in the cold pond with fascination, as if completely immersed in this martial arts feast. He muttered to himself, "What a magnificent spectacle! I'm afraid I'll never encounter a duel like this again in my lifetime."

Wu Chi, Li Jinming, Li Xiaolin and others also looked solemn. They knew very well that the significance of this duel lay not only in victory or defeat, but also in the rise and fall of Shenshui Palace.

At this moment, the water in the cold pond splashed everywhere. Every confrontation between Liu Yanran and Shi Feiyang was full of strength and skills, which was dazzling.

Liu Yanran's swordsmanship grew increasingly eerie. The flickering blade resembled countless willow catkins dancing in the wind, seemingly gentle yet concealing deadly intent. Each shift in sword technique was seamless, elusive. Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang's Hundred Victory Sword Method was unparalleled in its ferocity. The blade whistled, and each swing carried an overwhelming momentum. The blade's gleaming light shone as brightly as the blazing sun.

Shi Feiyang gradually sensed a flaw in Liu Yanran's swordsmanship. Delighted, he quickly seized the opportunity, swinging his sword to unleash the "Golden Dragon Claw" of the Hundred Victories Sword Technique. The blade snaked like a golden dragon, combining both offensive and defensive capabilities. However, before the move was complete, he suddenly switched to the "Raging Sea," surging with energies, launching a fierce attack on Liu Yanran like a violent storm.

The white mist emanating from his Mingyu Gong countered Liu Yanran's icy Qi, like a swirling sea of ​​clouds, resisting the onslaught of the cold air. The blade vibrated, emitting a humming sound, breaking through the illusion of ice crystals and leaving flaming footprints on the surface of the pond. Each step caused the water to instantly boil, then quickly cool, forming a thin layer of ice.

Seeing this, Liu Yanran was slightly surprised. She didn't expect Shi Feiyang to discover her weakness so quickly.

But she reacted quickly, adjusted her sword stance quickly, used softness to overcome hardness, and used "Willow Catkins Floating" to deal with Shi Feiyang's violent storm.

In an instant, Liu Yanran's sword light was as light as willow catkins, weaving freely in the gaps between Shi Feiyang's sword winds, but it was hiding murderous intent. Every time the sword was thrust out, it brought with it a strange force, trying to disrupt Shi Feiyang's sword momentum.

The two clashed fiercely, their fight inextricably linked. The water in the cold pond, stirred by their internal energy, rose higher and higher, seemingly about to burst through the sky.

The people on the shore were stunned. They had never seen such a high-level duel. Every move of Liu Yanran and Shi Feiyang was full of the combination of strength and beauty, which was very desirable.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang suddenly unleashed his ultimate skill, the "Hundred Victories Blade Light," from his Hundred Victories Sword Technique. The blade suddenly erupted with a dazzling light, like the blazing sun, making it impossible to look directly at it. Wherever the light reached, the mist in the cold pond instantly dissipated, and the water's surface was illuminated as bright as day.

Liu Yanran's heart tightened, fully aware of the power of this move. He immediately mobilized all his strength and responded with "Ice Sealing Heaven." The sword light was as cold as ice, piercing his bones, attempting to freeze Shi Feiyang's blade.

However, Shi Feiyang's blade was as hot as a flame, instantly melting the ice and continuing to attack Liu Yanran.

At this critical moment, Liu Yanran had an idea and deliberately revealed a flaw to lure Shi Feiyang into falling into a trap.

Shi Feiyang fell for the trick and slashed at Liu Yanran's open goal. But Liu Yanran quickly dodged and swung his sword back, aiming it straight at Shi Feiyang's chest. Shi Feiyang hadn't expected Liu Yanran to pull off such a cunning move.

However, Shi Feiyang reacted quickly and dodged to the side in time.

Despite this, Liu Yanran's sword still cut through his clothes, revealing his skin.

The onlookers exclaimed in amazement; they had not expected this duel to be so thrilling, and every move tugged at their hearts. The people of Qingluan Palace were extremely nervous, worried about the safety of their leader, Shi Feiyang.

Xiao Lingling, Jin Liufu, Gongsun Ren and others were all sweating profusely, their hearts in their throats.

Before I knew it, the bright moon had sunk into the western sky, while the sparse remaining stars twinkled faintly in the night sky. Suddenly, the sky and the earth became pitch black, shrouded by the endless night.

Everything around was swallowed up by the deep night, silently blending into the endless darkness. A breeze blew by, bringing a slight chill that made people shiver.

Soldiers on both sides lit the torches in their hands, and the flames appeared particularly bright in the night.

On the top of Qingluan Mountain, countless torches connected together, like a huge fire dragon, winding forward in the dark night, making this fierce confrontation even more thrilling.

(End of this chapter)