King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 106: Chapter 77: Thousand Rivers Moonlight vs. Hundred Victories Saber Technique, Shi Feiyang and Liu Yanran’s Deadly Showdown at the Cold Pool

However, when Liu Yanran approached, she discovered that it was not Shi Feiyang, but another group of experts from the Divine Water Palace engaged in an intense battle with the maids and samurai led by Wu Zhong from the Cyan Simurgh Palace. Liu Yanran felt secretly relieved, but at the same time was full of confusion, wondering why there were two forces meeting in a narrow path and engaging in fierce conflict here. She quickly assessed the situation and felt it was more important to return to the cold pond of Cyan Simurgh Peak to set up an ambush.

”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong, the brave and fearless general of the Heroic Sakura Association, led his subordinates in single file down the mountain, encountering the Fortress Master of Mier Castle, a subsidiary branch of the Divine Water Palace, and a disciple of the Xingxiu Sect, Ding Fengyuan, at the edge of the foothills.

Both sides first engaged in an intense war of words, their remarks heated and full of tension, and then quickly drew their blades against each other, thus launching a breathtaking battle. Wu Zhong harnessed the profound power of the Six Harmonies True Scripture, executing the Vajra Demon-Subduing Palm Method. His palms swung with great momentum, each strike seemingly containing the overwhelming force of mountain-splitting and rock-breaking.

Meanwhile, Ding Fengyuan employed all his might using the Dissolving Power Technique, wielding the Tianshan Staff Technique. The shadows of the staff wove a mesmerizing pattern as he moved nimbly, each stroke directly threatening Wu Zhong’s vital points.

The two combatants exchanged blows, fist winds and palm shadows intertwining, as the battle grew increasingly intense.

The surrounding air seemed to ignite with the powerful forces at play, emitting a sizzling sound. Dust soared and fallen leaves were swept up by fierce winds, rustling loudly. Wu Zhong’s expression was solemn, completely focused, each palm strike delivered with his entire strength, the sound of the howling palms never ceasing. Ding Fengyuan was equally unyielding, his movements ghost-like and agile, his staff technique superbly executed, each swing accompanied by a ’whoosh’ sound, aiming directly at Wu Zhong’s critical points.

As the fierce battle continued, Wu Zhong’s palm technique grew increasingly vigorous, each strike possessing the force of toppling mountains and overturning seas, causing the ground to tremble slightly with deep ’booming’ sounds.

Ding Fengyuan’s staff technique also became more and more nimble, the flashing shadows of the staff leaving no room for pause.

Suddenly, Wu Zhong let out a loud shout, his voice booming like a great bell, causing the surrounding air to buzz. He gathered all his power and struck with a palm towards Ding Fengyuan’s chest. Ding Fengyuan unexpectedly moved his iron staff aside, seemingly foolishly using his chest to take the palm.

Wu Zhong’s palm hit, seemingly silent and invisible, but in that instant, he felt his inner strength flow away like a flood breaching a dam, and was shocked to realize he had fallen victim to Ding Fengyuan’s Dissolving Power Technique.

At this moment, a melodious flute sound drifted in, ethereal and stirring the heart.

Ding Fengyuan was startled.

Wu Zhong also felt a tremor, and he struggled with all his might to break free, yet was already showing signs of fatigue. Ding Fengyuan suddenly sensed the flute sound was unusually strange, but after Wu Zhong escaped the suction, he tightly grasped the iron staff, suddenly swung it with a whoosh, directly aiming for Wu Zhong’s head.

Wu Zhong hurriedly sidestepped to dodge, Ding Fengyuan’s staff technique was exquisite, the shadow of the staff like a spiritual snake instantly coiled around Wu Zhong’s waist again. Wu Zhong took a deep breath, once more harnessing the inner power of the Six Harmonies True Scripture, his power surged, his palms like Vajra glaring, violently pushing out. This was the Shaolin Temple’s deadly technique—the Vajra Glaring Palm, extremely exhausting of power, as his palms pushed out, it issued a thunderous roar, deafening.

Ding Fengyuan felt an immense force coming at him like a mountain avalanche, and involuntarily flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground with a thud, his iron staff falling out of his hands, his tiger’s mouth split, dripping with blood.

However, at this moment, a Celestial Silkworm Silk Net descended like a huge leaf, perfectly covering Ding Fengyuan.

It was Flying Eagle Detective Xie Wen flying in midair, taking the opportunity to cast down this Celestial Silkworm Silk Net. Following that, the Scholar Xiang Kun, who was on Xie Wen’s back, also gracefully descended with an iron flute in hand, striking heavily with a crack on Ding Fengyuan’s skull.

Ding Fengyuan’s skull immediately shattered, and he fell silently, dying miserably.

Xie Wen flicked the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, flinging Ding Fengyuan’s corpse several zhang away with a swish, causing the bandits of Mier Castle to flee in panic. Xiang Kun put away the iron flute, supporting Wu Zhong to sit down, placing his palms on Wu Zhong’s back to treat his injuries.

At the peak of Cyan Simurgh Peak, another wave of shouting and killing rang out, ”Kill!” ”Charge!” Xie Wen’s heart tightened, and he quickly tapped the ground lightly with his feet, flying through the air like an agile eagle to investigate the situation at the peak of Cyan Simurgh Peak.

Cyan Simurgh Peak.

At this moment, Liu Yanran cleverly utilized the mist of the cold pool to set a trap, the dense mist under her control was like a mysterious veil, covering the entire cold pool with even more eeriness.

She created layers of illusions through ice crystal refraction, those illusions appeared and disappeared in the mist, dreamlike and illusory. Meanwhile, she launched a sneak attack on Shi Feiyang using the recently mastered ”Thousand Rivers Moon Shadow” swordsmanship.

The intricacy of this swordsmanship far exceeds the Divine Water Sword Technique, it is the ultimate skill Liu Yanran honed through painstaking effort and diligent practice day and night.

As Shi Feiyang paced and pondered at the edge of the cold pool, contemplating how to unravel Liu Yanran’s cunning schemes, Liu Yanran suddenly launched her assault. Facing this sudden attack, Shi Feiyang’s figure flickered, like a black lightning, narrowly evading Liu Yanran’s first wave of sword shadows.

At the moment of touching the water’s surface, Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique within his body activated automatically, a powerful airflow surged from within him, forming a protective white mist, ”puff puff” sounds emanated, pushing the surrounding water away.

In that instant, although Shi Feiyang fell into the water, his clothes were not soaked, signalling that his inner power had reached a new level.

Liu Yanran’s swordsmanship is indeed superb, combined with her deep scheming and sinister tactics, she managed to use the natural environment of the cold pool to set such a clever trap. Around the cold pool, the mist was thick, making a ”woo woo” sound, as if lamenting this fierce battle.

Shi Feiyang dared not relax for a moment, immediately summoning all his power, his eyes like torches, closely watching the constantly changing sword shadows around, trying to find the real body of Liu Yanran. Only by seeing through Liu Yanran’s real body could the current predicament be broken.

At this critical juncture, a crisp sword clang broke the silence, with a ”zheng” sound, a dazzling sword light emerged from the many illusions, like a lightning bolt, aimed directly at Shi Feiyang’s vital point. Shi Feiyang snorted disdainfully, ”hum”, his figure rapidly retreated, then swiftly drew his saber and swung it out. According to Gong Simeng’s instructions, Shi Feiyang now drew his saber every time he encountered an enemy.

”Zheng Zheng!” Shi Feiyang’s Myanmar Saber fiercely collided with the sword light, producing a deafening roar, as if intending to make the water of the cold pool boil. In an instant, the sword light flashed, saber shadows layered, the area around the cold pool was enveloped by Sword Qi and saber shadows, the air seemed to be cut into shreds, ”zzz” sounds emanating.

The essence of Thousand Rivers Moon Shadow Swordsmanship lies in its agility and changeability. The sword light was like the moon, casting a clear brilliance, each stroke contained endless charm and deep meaning. As Liu Yanran’s sword light flickered, it seemed to reflect thousands of rivers, sparkling and beautiful beyond measure, those sword lights like nimble fish, shuttling freely in the mist, making a ”whoosh whoosh” sound.

In contrast, Shi Feiyang’s saber shadows were like a storm, exceedingly fierce. His Myanmar Saber, supported by the Muscle-Tendon Changing and Bright Jade Technique, tore through the air with each swing, the saber wind howling, ”whoosh whoosh”, as if intending to slice everything around into pieces.

Around the chilling cold pool, Sword Qi and saber shadows intertwined, forming a breathtaking scene, the air seemingly cut into pieces by this powerful force, fragmented.

The Thousand Rivers Moon Shadow Swordsmanship indeed lives up to its name! Shi Feiyang secretly admired.

However, Liu Yanran’s tactic of using cold energy to assault Shi Feiyang no longer worked.

Liu Yanran foolishly thought she could, like last time, inject cold energy into Shi Feiyang’s body, rendering him neither male nor female, but that was mere wishful thinking. At this moment, the True Qi within Shi Feiyang was already expelling the cold energy completely, moreover, the terrifying coldness emanating from his Bright Jade Technique penetrated directly to Liu Yanran’s heart, currently sealing Liu Yanran’s acupoints.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang’s figure was like a ghost, shifting left and right, forward and backward, moving freely within Liu Yanran’s sword light. His silhouette was both visible and hidden in the mist, each movement stirring a gust of wind, ”whoosh whoosh”.

Liu Yanran’s expression was grave, she didn’t expect Shi Feiyang to adapt so quickly to her cold energy, and it seemed that Shi Feiyang’s abilities had advanced further. This forced her to respond even more cautiously.

Although the Thousand Rivers Moon Shadow Swordsmanship was agile and changeable, against a master like Shi Feiyang, it was difficult to gain an advantage. Their figures swiftly moved around the cold pool, sword and saber shadows intertwined, ”zheng zheng!” each clash produced an ear-splitting sound, as if the heavens and earth were altering in response. The battle intensified, the surrounding cold was dispelled by this powerful force.

Shi Feiyang’s figure soared once more, his Myanmar Saber swept out, creating a brilliant saber beam like a golden lightning bolt, aiming directly at the opponent’s vital point. Clearly, the opponent was not willing to be outdone, their sword light was like electricity, instantly meeting it.

The two exchanged blows, sword shadows and saber lights entwined, forming dazzling curtains of light, illuminating the cold pool as if it were daylight, and each weapon clash resounded with a massive boom, echoing through the valley for a long time.