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

Chapter 79 79. Swords dance under the moonlight, swords chant the song of a hundred battles
At this moment, Liu Yanran was engaging in a fierce duel with Shi Feiyang's Hundred Victories swordsmanship, using his exquisite Thousand Rivers Moon Shadow swordsmanship. The two sides had already engaged in over three hundred rounds of fierce fighting.

The cold pond resembled a giant mirror, its tranquil surface trembling slightly in the tense atmosphere. The waters were deep and chilly, and mist swirled around them like a veil, shrouding the entire pond in a hazy haze, adding a touch of mystery and awe.

Liu Yanran's swordsmanship was ever-changing, like a dreamlike illusion, its trajectory difficult to predict. Every strike of his sword was like a spirit dancing in the mist of a cold pond, light and agile. As the sword flickered, it seemed as if one could see the beautiful scene of moonlight shining over thousands of rivers.

Although Shi Feiyang's swordsmanship seems simple, consisting of only nine moves, each move is extremely sharp and powerful.

He used these nine moves in a cycle, but Liu Yanran racked his brains and could not find a way to break them. Liu Yanran was often furious at Shi Feiyang's simple yet unbreakable swordsmanship.

In this fierce duel, the two figures danced and crossed each other on the surface of the cold pond, the sword light and the knife shadow intertwined together, like the most dazzling meteor in the night sky, cutting through the endless darkness.

"Clang!" Every clash between Liu Yanran's sword and Shi Feiyang's blade was accompanied by the resounding clash of metal, crisp and resounding, echoing from the peaks of Qingluan Mountain, startling the waterfowl nesting in the cold pond, which flapped their wings and flew off into the distance. Their moves not only demonstrated the sharpness of their weapons, but also revealed the depth of their internal cultivation.

Liu Yanran's swordsmanship is as smooth as flowing water, agile and elegant, while Shi Feiyang's knife skills are like a violent storm, unstoppable.

The two fought fiercely for more than a hundred moves. Before they knew it, the eastern sky was turning white, and the first ray of sunlight penetrated the thick night and sprinkled on the peak of Qingluan Mountain. This light seemed to inject new vitality into the fierce battle.

Liu Yanran's swordsmanship was even more agile in the morning light. Each strike seemed to carry the warmth of the dawn, only to transform into a sharp, cold wind, striking directly at Shi Feiyang's vital points. Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang's saber skills, illuminated by this light, displayed an unprecedented dominance. Each strike seemed capable of cleaving through all obstacles in the world. The duel between these two masters was not only a contest of strength, but also a clash of wills and spirits. Atop this mountaintop, they wrote their own legends with their martial arts.

In this fierce duel, the fight between Liu Yanran and Shi Feiyang reached a fever pitch, the air around them seemingly ripping apart by the ferocious clash. The torchlight gradually dimmed in the morning light, but the figures of Liu Yanran and Shi Feiyang remained vivid, like the most dazzling sight atop Qingluan Mountain.

At this tense moment, Liu Yanran suddenly flashed, and the sword flashed like lightning, going straight for Shi Feiyang's throat.

Facing Liu Yanran's swift attack, Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and instead of retreating, he advanced and slashed with his sword, which collided with Liu Yanran's sword in mid-air. "Clang!" There was a deafening roar, and even the air on the top of the mountain trembled at the huge impact. The water waves in the cold pond were also shaken into layers, spreading to all directions.

Liu Yanran's face revealed an unusual seriousness. She knew that although the "Thousand Rivers Moon Shadow Sword Technique" she mastered was exquisite, if she could not defeat Shi Feiyang quickly, her sword skills would be discovered by the other party and her advantage would be difficult to maintain.

Therefore, Liu Yanran kept changing her sword moves, trying to find Shi Feiyang's flaws in the battle, knowing that once her opponent saw through her sword skills, she would be at a great disadvantage in the subsequent duel.

In fact, Shi Feiyang had carefully studied and read the two martial arts classics "Tai Xuan Jing" and "Jiu Yin Zhen Jing" many times, and he was familiar with the routines of "Qian Jiang Yueying Sword Technique".

Therefore, throughout his duel with Liu Yanran, Shi Feiyang remained unfazed, as if everything had been anticipated. While his "Hundred Victories Sword Technique" consisted of only nine moves, each had been honed countless times, reaching near-perfect perfection and possessing immense power. Shi Feiyang's sword technique lived up to its name, seemingly always invincible, each swing brimming with conviction and determination.

He remained calm throughout his response, each strike was as powerful as thunder, his swordsmanship was concise and deadly, leaving his opponent Liu Yanran no chance to breathe.

At this moment, Liu Yanran moved slightly, and the sword light pierced Shi Feiyang's vitals like lightning.

Shi Feiyang swung his sword to block, "clang!" There was a loud bang, and the two weapons clashed again, sparks flying everywhere.

This time, Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity and swung his sword suddenly when Liu Yanran's attack slowed down.

Liu Yanran was unable to react in time and her left arm was cut by the knife, and blood immediately stained her clothes red.

"Great! Wonderful!" The Qingluan Palace disciples on the sidelines were all incredibly excited. Xiao Lingling, Jin Liufu, Gongsun Ren, and the others cheered with delight. Meanwhile, the faces of Liu Tingting, Gong Yaoen, Gong Ci'en, Li Jinming, Li Xiaolin, Wu Chi, and the others from the Shenshui Palace suddenly darkened. They were incredibly shocked, and each of them was filled with deep worry for Liu Yanran.

Liu Tingting is as beautiful as a fairy, but her face looks particularly pale in this tense atmosphere.

Her once bright eyes were now filled with worry as she stared intently at her mother fighting in the cold pond. Her hands unconsciously clenched, her nails digging deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain. Her brow furrowed like a tightly locked crescent moon, her worried expression adding a touch of pathetic beauty. She knew her mother's strength, but also Shi Feiyang's formidable character. Every moment of this fierce battle gripped her heart, fearing her mother would be injured, or even suffer worse consequences.

At the top of Qingluan Peak, the biting cold wind cuts the face like countless sharp ice blades, and all around is a deep cold pool that seems to have no end.

Shi Feiyang's aura surged, his Mingyu Gong activated to its peak. A faint jade-colored glow emanated from his body, making him look like a deity descending upon the earth. The long sword in his hand whistled, its momentum powerful and domineering, each swing carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rock.

The wind from the blade swept past, even the water in the cold pond was swept up into the air, and then instantly shredded into fine mist.

Liu Yanran showed no sign of weakness. Her Divine Water Power surged within her, sending wisps of chill emanating from her body, rapidly freezing the water vapor on the surface of the cold pond. Her longsword wielded with a light and nimble dexterity, unleashing her "Thousand Rivers Moon Shadow Sword Technique" to its fullest potential. The flickering blade's shadows resembled bright moons reflected across countless rivers. Deceptively gentle and graceful, it concealed countless deadly murderous intentions.

Amidst the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang suddenly shouted, leaping into the air, sword raised high, and slashing at Liu Yanran with unstoppable momentum. The blade's light was like a dazzling streak, completely enveloping Liu Yanran.

Liu Yanran's body flickered lightly, deftly dodging the attack like a ghost. He thrust his sword forward, aiming directly at Shi Feiyang's throat. Shi Feiyang blocked the attack with his sword. With a loud clang, sparks flew, and both men retreated several steps.

Under the combined influence of their internal energy, the water vapor in the cold pond transformed into bizarre forms, sometimes resembling the churning of a dragon, sometimes the spreading wings of a crane. Shi Feiyang's attacks intensified, unleashing the essence of his "Hundred Victories Sword Technique" to its fullest potential. His continuous flow of moves left Liu Yanran no chance to breathe. Liu Yanran, in turn, relied on the flexibility of his "Thousand Rivers Moon Shadow Sword Technique" to counter Shi Feiyang's every move, while simultaneously searching for opportunities to counterattack.

Suddenly, Shi Feiyang discovered a flaw and quickly swung his sword. Liu Yanran had no time to dodge and could only raise his sword to block it.

The huge impact force made Liu Yanran kneel on one knee, and the long sword in his hand almost fell out of his hand.

However, a hint of determination flashed in Liu Yanran's eyes. He stood up suddenly and used all his strength to perform the Divine Water Skill. The long sword in his hand was instantly covered with a thick layer of frost. He shouted again and performed the unique skill of "Thousand Rivers Moon Shadow Sword Technique" - "Moon Shadow Sinking into the River".

Countless ice swords shot towards Shi Feiyang like a rainstorm. Shi Feiyang's face was serious. He activated his Mingyu Gong with all his strength, and the long sword in his hand danced into a curtain of light to protect himself tightly.

"Crack!" The ice sword and the blade curtain collided with a resounding sound, sending shards of ice flying everywhere. The two masters, with their inner strength as powerful as a deep-sea dragon's abyss, clashed fiercely above the cold pond, stirring up a small storm that toppled the surrounding trees and sent leaves flying like snowflakes.

Just as the two men engaged in a fierce back-and-forth, Liu Yanran suddenly retreated, sword in hand, lightly tapping the water's surface with the tip, instantly stirring the entire cold pond's water. The water seemed to be swept by a violent wind, forming a massive curtain of water that rushed straight towards Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang's gaze fixed upon this, realizing it was Liu Yanran's unique skill, "Reverse Sky River." Facing this raging curtain of water, he showed no fear. He gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, his inner Qi surging like a tidal wave, and an unstoppable sword intent erupted from his body.

"Cut off the mortal world!" Shi Feiyang shouted, and swung the long sword in his hand suddenly. A dazzling sword energy burst out from the tip of the sword, as dazzling as the scorching sun, instantly penetrating the water curtain and going straight towards Liu Yanran.

Seeing this, Liu Yanran's heart was shocked. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant, but she never expected that Shi Feiyang could break her extremely powerful "Sky River Reversal" so easily.

The sword energy, as dazzling as the scorching sun, came roaring with the power to destroy the world, making her heart seem to skip a beat.

However, Liu Yanran was, after all, a master who had been in the martial arts world for many years, and his reaction was extremely quick. At this critical moment, he moved to the side like a ghost and barely avoided the sharp sword energy.

Despite this, the aftermath of the sword energy was still like a sharp dagger, cutting through her protective ice armor and leaving a deep wound. The blood instantly dyed her clothes red, which was particularly shocking in this icy and snowy atmosphere.

Liu Yanran took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner shock and panic. Her hands quickly formed seals, her movements flowing like water, without a trace of hesitation. In an instant, a chill enveloped her, as if a layer of icy mist had enveloped her. She seemed to have instantly transformed into an ice goddess, emitting a chilling chill.

"Thousands of miles of ice!" Liu Yanran shouted delicately, her voice crisp but filled with endless majesty, echoing in the empty peak of Qingluan Peak.

With this cry, the cold air around her suddenly burst out. With her as the center, the air within a radius of dozens of feet instantly condensed into ice. Countless tiny ice crystals flashed cold light in the air and spread towards Shi Feiyang.

Wherever it went, the ground was quickly covered with ice, the trees were wrapped in thick ice, and even time was frozen by this cold.

Shi Feiyang's eyes glared at the sight, and he flashed through the ice like a ghost. His figure was reflected by the ice ridges, and every movement brought a gust of cold wind. His eyes were fixed on Liu Yanran, trying to find her flaws in the impenetrable ice.

However, Liu Yanran's "Thousand Miles of Ice" was not easily broken. The ice continued to spread, like a savage beast, gradually devouring Shi Feiyang's retreat. Shi Feiyang's movements became increasingly difficult, and every step seemed like sinking into a quagmire.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed with determination. He knew this was a critical moment of life and death. He suddenly summoned his internal energy, and the Mingyu Gong circulated frantically through his meridians. His muscles tensed, and every muscle seemed to contain endless power, exerting it to the utmost.

He roared, his voice resounding like a bell, shaking the surrounding ice slightly. He swung his long sword fiercely. Empowered by the Mingyu Gong, the blade shimmered with golden light. A brilliant blade light burst from its tip, like the light of dawn, carrying a blazing heat and an indestructible aura, instantly splitting the ice in front of him.

The sword's will shattered the water curtain, piercing the ice armor like a sharp blade, piercing Liu Yanran's vitals. Unable to dodge, Liu Yanran was sent reeling back by the powerful sword's force. Her body flew backward uncontrollably, slamming heavily into Li Xiaolin.

"Bang! Crack!" Two loud noises rang out at the same time. Liu Yanran knocked Li Xiaolin down. The huge impact force caused Li Xiaolin to suffer fractures all over his body. He screamed and vomited blood and died.

Fortunately, Liu Yanran avoided a direct collision with the rock thanks to Li Xiaolin's cushioning, thus saving her life. Despite this, she also suffered severe internal injuries, vomiting blood from her mouth, and appeared extremely weak.

Liu Tingting shouted in horror: "Don't hurt my mother. We at Shenshui Palace admit defeat and will never set foot in the martial arts world again." Her voice was filled with tears, and she seemed particularly helpless in this tense atmosphere.

At this time, Gong Simeng also stood up, her face full of anxiety and earnestness. She walked lightly to Shi Feiyang, knelt down and pleaded, "Brother Shi, please let Palace Master Liu go. She raised me and taught me literature and martial arts. I will always be grateful to her." Her voice was soft and tears flashed in her eyes, showing her kind and conscientious side.

Shi Feiyang stood in place, the long sword in his hand drooping slightly, with the sword energy still remaining on the blade.

His breathing was slightly rapid, but it couldn't conceal the powerful aura emanating from him. Bolstered by the Mingyu Gong, his Hundred Victories Sword Technique was not only exquisite and powerful, but also lightning-fast. Every strike seemed to carry the power to create the universe. The previous strike had fully demonstrated the power of the Hundred Victories Sword Technique, striking fear into the hearts of everyone present.

(End of this chapter)