King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 66: Chapter 57: Changsheng Castle Weeps Blood, Who Can Turn the Tide? (Part 2)

Shi Feiyang’s attack speed was as fast as lightning; one moment he was on the left, the next he appeared on the right, making him impossible to defend against.

Among the thousands of people at Divine Water Palace, whether they were spectators or opponents fiercely battling Changsheng Castle, none noticed Shi Feiyang had stealthily infiltrated, continuing their frenzied combat.

They were immersed in the frenzy of the fight, completely unaware that amidst them, a Death God was silently harvesting lives.

Meanwhile, the duel between Lin Wanqing and Liu Tingting grew increasingly tense.

Lin Wanqing suddenly let out a soft cry, unleashing the Changsheng Sword Technique’s ultimate move ”Cloud Rolling Cloud Unrolling.” The sword light rolled like massive clouds in the sky, enveloping Liu Tingting within. Liu Tingting’s expression turned grim, not daring to underestimate it for even a moment, quickly employing the Divine Water Sword Technique’s supreme skill ”Sea Embracing Rivers and Streams.” Her long sword swiftly swung, transforming into a surging water wall that collided with Lin Wanqing’s sword light, carrying boundless power.

”Zheng zheng zheng,” the sound of metal clashing echoed repeatedly, the sword qi scattered, and the surrounding air hissed.

Sand and gravel flew in the air, as if being swept up into a tornado, making it impossible to keep one’s eyes open.

Once the dust settled, Lin Wanqing and Liu Tingting stood in place, their faces pale as paper, sweat soaking through their clothes.

Their physical stamina and inner strength were rapidly dissipating, like rivers about to run dry; neither dared to move hastily, fearing a single careless mistake would expose a flaw to the other, leading to irreversible disaster. At this moment, it’s a matter of whose power recovers first.

However, it appeared Lin Wanqing’s power recovered first; her figure ghosted stealthily to Liu Tingting’s side, her Longevity Sword carrying irresistible sword qi, striking at Liu Tingting’s vital points like lightning. Liu Tingting instinctively swung the Divine Water Sword, successfully blocking the blow once more, but the immense impact left her unsteady, staggering backward a few steps.

Liu Tingting immediately shouted angrily, ”Lin Wanqing, how dare you be so presumptuous!”

Her voice was like a roaring lion, filled with wrath and unwillingness. Subsequently, her Divine Water Sword Technique abruptly accelerated, sword light weaving densely, sweeping towards Lin Wanqing like a torrential downpour of arrows, determined to pierce her through.

Lin Wanqing disdainfully snorted, executing the Changsheng Sword Technique to its utmost extent; her sword tip lightly tapped out, each contact like a dragonfly skimming over water, yet precisely obstructing Liu Tingting’s sword momentum. Their figures once again intertwined, sword light shimmering, sword qi crisscrossing, creating a vivid yet perilous tableau.

Liao Pei, as the Sect Leader of the Long Arm Fist style, and Gong Ci’en, a master of the Chain Whip God Fist, demonstrated the essence of their martial arts in their fierce duel. The two martial arts masters’ fist winds surged, palm shadows interlacing, each move revealing their profound inner strength and exquisite skills. Liao Pei’s Long Arm Fist movements flowed smoothly, resembling floating clouds and flowing water, yet also swayed like a pine tree in the wind.

The strength of his arms was so mighty that each strike seemed capable of cleaving mountains and shattering stones.

At this moment, Liao Pei unleashed ”Long Arm Opening Mountain,” his arm like a giant axe carrying tons of force, suddenly smashing towards Gong Ci’en’s chest. The fist wind whistled, seemingly compressing the surrounding air into a mass.

Conversely, Gong Ci’en’s Chain Whip God Fist appeared exceptionally agile; fist shadows multiplied, unpredictable, dazzling the eyes.

Currently, he executed ”Tree Shadows Overlapping,” his fist was like a nimble whip, rapidly darting around in the air, launching attacks all over Liao Pei’s body. The flashing fist shadows were dazzling, making defense difficult.

In the intense battle, Liao Pei suddenly turned, akin to a tiger descending the mountain, overwhelming in presence.

His Long Arm Fist assault grew increasingly fierce, the fist wind whistling. Gong Ci’en noticed, the corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile, akin to a cold star in the night sky, exuding a hint of chill. His figure floated unpredictably like a ghost, the Chain Whip God Fist masterfully delivered, fist shadows weaving intricately, deftly dissolving each of Liao Pei’s attacks. His fists seemed to have the life of a sprite, moving freely within Liao Pei’s fist wind; each resolution was leisurely and elegant, worthy of admiration.

The two masters went back and forth, the battle deadlocked, difficult to determine a victor. Their figures rapidly moved on the battlefield, fist wind howling, vigorous energy spilling, the surrounding air seemed subdued by their aura, becoming extraordinarily oppressive. Each collision of fists striking flesh emitted a dull sound, fiercely pounding against people’s hearts, causing heartbeats to involuntarily quicken.

Though Xiang Kun was still young, he bravely faced Gong Yao’en, executing his refined Celestial Spirit Acupoint Technique, engaging in a fierce contest with Gong Yao’en’s formidable Chain Whip God Fist. Xiang Kun’s agility resembled a dragon playing in water, deftly weaving through Gong Yao’en’s fist wind, every movement filled with vitality and swiftness. His Celestial Spirit Acupoint Technique had reached perfection, each strike precisely targeting Gong Yao’en’s vital points, his fingertips seemingly carrying a mysterious power, lightly making contact to instantly halt Gong Yao’en’s actions.

At this moment, Xiang Kun unleashed the Celestial Spirit Divine Finger, fingertips like a sharp dagger piercing directly at Gong Yao’en’s acupoints, the speed so fast it caught him off guard. Meanwhile, Gong Yao’en was not a mere ordinary fighter; the power of his Chain Whip God Fist was awe-inspiring, each punch accompanied by a whistling wind, akin to thunderclaps exploding beside the ear.

He relied on his abundant Jianghu experience to continually adjust his tactics, attempting to discover Xiang Kun’s flaws.