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

Chapter 90: Shi Feiyang breaks the deadlock: fighting villains and exploring the mysterious Xingchan Temple

"Zhang Zheng! Ouch!" For a moment, the shouts and sounds of weapons colliding in the basement were intertwined and deafening.

The sound was like countless sharp blades cutting through the air, causing pain in the eardrums.

Amidst the chaotic battle, Shi Feiyang's eyesight was as sharp as a hawk's, and he quickly realized that the men in black seemed to be following some strict instructions. They were protecting the scarred man at all costs and were intentionally guiding him closer to the sarcophagus.

Shi Feiyang's heart suddenly shuddered, and a chill ran down his spine.

He realized that the sarcophagus might be hiding a shocking secret that could overturn the entire martial arts world. Once this secret is leaked, the martial arts world will be plunged into endless blood and gore.

Shi Feiyang clenched his teeth, and the aura around him suddenly changed, as if a calm lake suddenly became turbulent.

Mingyu Gong was running at high speed, and the surging internal force in his body was like a turbulent river.

In an instant, a biting chill burst out from Shi Feiyang's body. The chill seemed to come from a storm in an extremely cold place. The surrounding air instantly condensed into frost, making a slight "rustling" sound.

With Shi Feiyang as the center, a thick layer of ice patterns quickly spread out on the ground, spreading out in all directions like a huge spider web. The ice patterns flickered with a cold light in the dim light.

Shi Feiyang brandished the Burmese knife, the blade was wrapped in a biting coldness, and each blow was as powerful as a tidal wave. The wind from the knife was whistling and making a whooshing sound, and he broke through the heavy encirclement of the men in black.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang was like a black lightning, cutting through the darkness and rushing towards the scarred man.

Each of Shi Feiyang's attacks was as powerful as thunder. As the sword flashed, the men in black fell to the ground one after another, screaming in pain. They were unable to stop his advance. In front of Shi Feiyang, the men in black were like fragile ants.

The scarred man faced Shi Feiyang's swift approach without a trace of fear in his eyes. Instead, a fervent glint shone in his eyes, a glint like the flames of hell, filled with madness and persistence. He quickly drew a short knife from his waist. The blade was engraved with strange runes, which shimmered with an eerie light and exuded a sickening aura, as if the knife had been stained with countless blood and evil.

The two men clashed in an instant, and the dagger and the Burmese knife collided violently, sparking a series of dazzling sparks. The sound of "crackling" was endless, and sparks flew everywhere, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the night sky, which was particularly eye-catching in this dim basement.

Shi Feiyang discovered that the scarred man's martial arts were unique, each move cunning and brutal, imbued with a mysterious and elusive power. His attacks were like a venomous snake emerging from its lair, impossible to defend against. Even with the powerful Hundred Victories Sword Technique, Shi Feiyang struggled to gain the upper hand. The vortex of Qi created by Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong whirred and spun, yet it was unable to encircle or restrain the scarred man. This filled Shi Feiyang with awe and awe, yet at the same time, he grew even more cautious, knowing he had faced an unprecedented foe.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang moved to the side like a ghost, moving as fast as lightning, and cleverly avoided the scarred man's fatal move.

At the same time, the Burmese knife in his hand swept out at an almost impossible angle, pointing directly at the scarred man's throat.

The scarred man reacted extremely quickly, the dagger spinning rapidly in his hand, making a "buzzing" sound, like an angry wasp, narrowly blocking the attack.

However, in this split second, Shi Feiyang caught a glimpse of an imperceptible mechanism on the sarcophagus from the corner of his eye. The mechanism was hidden in the intricate patterns, like a pearl hidden in the darkness. If it were not for his sharp eyesight, it would be difficult to find it.

Shi Feiyang's mind moved, and his intuition told him that this mechanism might be the key to unlocking the secret of the sarcophagus.

So, Shi Feiyang stopped confronting the scarred man head-on and instead employed his exceptional qinggong (lightness and body skills) to conceal his identity. His form was as nimble as a fish, gliding along the edge of the hail of swords and sabers, searching for the right moment to strike. Shi Feiyang's figure was a phantom, weaving in and out of the gaps between the enemy's attacks, each movement perfectly timed and unpredictable.

The scarred man seemed to have sensed Shi Feiyang's intentions and stopped attacking rashly. Instead, he adopted a tight defensive stance, his eyes revealing a hint of vigilance and fear. He leaned forward slightly, his dagger ready to block Shi Feiyang's attack. The fight between the two men entered a fierce stage, and every move was filled with murderous intent. The atmosphere was so tense that it was suffocating, and even the air was frozen.

Gong Simeng, fighting the enemy nearby, had a keen eye. She noticed that when the scarred man attacked, a tattoo similar to the mysterious organization's token appeared on his sleeve. With a sudden thought, she caught a man in black off guard and, as swift and light as a swallow, she snatched the weapon from his hand. With a powerful throw, the weapon flew like a bolt of black lightning, whizzing straight into the scarred man's arm.

The scarred man was unable to dodge in time and his arm was scratched, blood splattered everywhere. He let out a muffled groan, and his sleeve slipped off, revealing his complete tattoo.

"So you're from that mysterious organization!" Gong Simeng shouted, her voice clear and resonant, echoing through the basement like a nightingale, yet tinged with surprise and anger. The scarred man's face was as dark as ink. He didn't respond, but instead, his attacks intensified. Every strike was filled with a desperate determination, intent on shredding Gong Simeng into pieces.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of his distraction and used the Burmese knife as a sword. Holding the Burmese knife, a layer of light white mist appeared around his body. He then used the knife as a sword and unexpectedly stabbed him in the chest with a "Rainbow Piercing the Sun" move. The Burmese knife carried a sharp momentum, like a rainbow across the night sky.

The scarred man was unable to dodge and was stabbed by the Burmese knife in Shi Feiyang's hand, but he endured the severe pain, suddenly exerted force to push Shi Feiyang away, let out a roar, turned around and pounced on the sarcophagus.

Just as his hand was about to touch the sarcophagus, the sarcophagus suddenly emitted a strong light.

The light was like a scorching sun, and with a "boom", it illuminated the entire basement as bright as day. At the same time, a powerful force burst out, forming a gust of wind, which made a "whooshing" sound and blew him away.

The scarred man's body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

In the light, an illusory figure slowly emerged, and the outline of the figure was somewhat similar to the monster that disappeared before.

The moment the illusory figure appeared, the temperature in the cellar dropped sharply.

The breath exhaled by the crowd instantly turned into white frost and dissipated in the air.

The figure exuded a cold blue light all over its body, which spread like silk threads. Wherever it went, a thin layer of ice quickly formed on the ground. The ice surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the strange light and making a "cracking" sound as it formed.

The scarred man lay on the ground, staring at the figure in horror, his eyes wide as he muttered, "No, it's impossible... How could it be awakened..." His voice was filled with fear and despair. Shi Feiyang and the others were also shocked, their eyes filled with vigilance. They stared at this unknown being, gripping their weapons even tighter.

The illusory figure let out a low roar, and the sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's eardrums. The "boom boom" sound made them dizzy, and the whole world was shaking in this roar, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart.

Then, it floated towards the scarred man, and the blue light condensed into a huge palm, slowly lifting the scarred man up.

The scarred man struggled desperately, his hands and feet waving wildly, but he was as if bound by invisible shackles, unable to move. He could only let out desperate cries, which echoed in the basement, full of helplessness and fear.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, and with a roar, he activated the eighth level of Mingyu Gong - Tai Shang Wang Qing. In an instant, the coldness around him became more and more intense, and the entire basement was shrouded in his coldness.

Shi Feiyang rushed towards the illusory figure, the Burmese knife in his hand flashing with cold light, and slashed at the huge blue palm with sharp force.

Wherever Shi Feiyang passed, the air was frozen, leaving a faint ice mark and making a hissing sound.

The Burmese sword, imbued with the mighty power of the Mingyu Gong, was surrounded by a thick layer of ice, gleaming with a cold blue light, like a divine artifact forged from ice. However, when Shi Feiyang's sword touched the palm, it was like a drop in the ocean, not stirring a ripple, as if the palm were made of nothingness, which made Shi Feiyang's heart tremble.

Gong Simeng was extremely anxious, and the sword marks on the wall of the Qingfeng Sword Sect's secret room suddenly flashed through his mind.

The sword marks were mysterious and seemed to be the outline of a special sword move.

Gong Simeng didn't think twice and quickly bent down to pick up the sword on the ground.

At this moment, Gong Simeng's eyes were fixed on the illusory figure in front of him. The movement of the sword marks kept replaying in his mind. The long sword in his hand danced accordingly, and he performed the set of sword moves derived from the mysterious sword marks.

"Zheng Zheng!" As the sword moves were performed, a strange scene appeared.

(End of this chapter)