King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 161: Chapter 114: Battle at Black Wind Stronghold: Liu Tingting’s Hypocrisy and Assistance (Part 6)

Zhou Yan Python’s face suddenly changed in this instant. He felt the endless power contained in this sword and couldn’t help but be shocked. However, he was trapped in place, unable to completely avoid this deadly strike.

At this critical moment, Zhou Yan Python exerted all his strength, gathering all his Inner Strength into his hands, attempting to forcibly grasp Liu Tingting’s extremely sharp sword blade.

However, how could he easily withstand the sharpness of the Ice Jade Sword?

Despite Zhou Yan Python’s full effort, the sword blade still slowly cut into his palm, emitting a ”sizzling” sound, with blood dripping along the sword, staining the ground with rhythmic ”drip drop” sounds.

At this moment, the air was filled with a tense and bloody atmosphere.

Liu Tingting bit her silver teeth hard, her lovely teeth almost embedded in her lower lip, her extremely beautiful face slightly flushed from exertion.

She mobilized all her Power, her True Qi surged like a torrent, attempting to press down the Ice Jade Sword with force.

The Ice Jade Sword trembled slightly in her hands, emitting a buzzing sound, as if it was exerting strength with her.

Zhou Yan Python’s eyes were wide open, bloodshot, like an enraged beast. He activated the ”Profound Python Silk Binding Technique”, with Inner Strength continuously flowing out from his body, while his hands, like two tenacious pythons, held the Ice Jade Sword firmly. It seemed as if the invisible Inner Strength could be seen colliding in the air, emitting a ”sizzling” sound.

The two were deadlocked, and the surrounding atmosphere was extremely tense, the air frozen by invisible pressure, not even a breeze could pass. In this moment, Jin Liufu held the Eight Trigrams Golden Saber tightly, the blade flashing with a cold light.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, then let out a loud shout, a sound echoing around like a great bell, making one’s eardrums ache.

He performed the ”Eight Trigrams Body-Traveling Saber Technique”, his figure moved like a ghost, carrying a mighty momentum, sweeping horizontally towards Zhou Yan Python’s waist. The Eight Trigrams Golden Saber traced an arc through the air, bringing a gust of wind, slitting the air and making a sharp ”sizzling” sound.

Xie Wen was not to be outdone, his figure moved like lightning, tightly grasping the iron sword and leaping forward.

He performed the ”Spiritual Dragon Swordsmanship”. The swordsmanship was flexible and changeable, with the iron sword in his hand like a spiritual dragon, flashing with a cold light, directly targeting the back of Zhou Yan Python. The iron sword shuttled through the air, making a ”whoosh whoosh” sound, chanting the melody of fierce battle.

Zhou Yan Python was focused on dealing with Liu Tingting’s Ice Jade Sword. When he sensed the attack from Jin Liufu and Xie Wen, he was unable to fend off them due to being firmly constrained by the Ice Jade Sword. Seeing this, Liu Tingting had a resolute flash in her beautiful eyes, looking like a sharp dagger in the cold night that could pierce anything.

She exerted her strength again and shouted, ”Hey!” Her True Qi frantically circulated within, pressing the Ice Jade Sword down.

The blade of the Ice Jade Sword cut deeper into Zhou Yan Python’s hands, blood gushed like a stream, flowing and dripping onto the ground with a ”drip drop” sound. Zhou Yan Python groaned in pain, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, yet he clenched his teeth and persisted.

Jin Liufu’s Eight Trigrams Golden Saber was about to hit Zhou Yan Python. At this critical moment, Zhou Yan Python suddenly twisted like a nimble python, skillfully avoiding the fatal blow, but his shoulder was still grazed by the golden saber, which sliced through his skin with a ”tearing” sound, leaving a deep wound, instantly dyeing his clothes red with blood.

At the same time, Xie Wen’s iron sword, like a spiritual snake emerging from a hole, carried with it a fierce momentum, creating a long wound on Zhou Yan Python’s back. The sound of the iron sword slicing through flesh was clearly audible, producing a chilling ”whoosh”.

The pain was unbearable for Zhou Yan Python. He let out a roar full of anger and reluctance, echoing in the night sky.

Liu Tingting, Jin Liufu, and Xie Wen coordinated closely, working seamlessly, giving Zhou Yan Python no chance to catch his breath.

Liu Tingting’s Swordsmanship was like a storm, and she suddenly unleashed the ”Spiritual Snake Illusionary Sword Technique”. Each sword strike was as fast as lightning, accompanied by ”swish swish” sounds, constantly stabbing at Zhou Yan Python’s vital points. Her figure was light and agile, like a flower swaying in the wind, yet hiding a deadly threat. Jin Liufu’s saber techniques were heavy and powerful, each strike containing force as fierce as a thousand pounds, seemingly intending to split the enemy into two. His ”Eight Trigrams Body-Traveling Saber Technique” was grand, with saber winds howling, making ”hoo hoo” sounds, each swing carrying an overwhelming force.

Xie Wen’s swordsmanship was cunning and crafty, like a sly fox waiting for an opportunity. His ”Spiritual Dragon Swordsmanship” allowed the iron sword to circle Zhou Yan Python, seeking his weaknesses. The sword moves were unpredictable, and the ”whoosh whoosh” sound of the iron sword was endless.

Under the siege of the three, Zhou Yan Python felt his strength gradually waning, his breathing became rapid, producing ”hoo hoo” gasps. His Inner Strength was gradually depleted after the continuous attacks, showing a look of exhaustion and despair on his face. Seeing this opportunity, Liu Tingting showed a hint of ruthlessness in her eyes and unsparingly thrust her sword towards Zhou Yan Python’s chest.

Zhou Yan Python tried to dodge, but his movements became sluggish, and he was entangled by Jin Liufu’s saber, leaving him immobile.

At the same moment, Xie Wen’s sword stabbed rapidly, and Zhou Yan Python opened his eyes widely in despair, as if silently expressing his unwillingness. Only hearing a muffled sound, ”plop”, Liu Tingting’s Ice Jade Sword first pierced Zhou Yan Python’s chest, the blade sinking into the flesh with a dull sound. Then, Xie Wen’s iron sword and Jin Liufu’s Eight Trigrams Golden Saber also hit his body one after another.

Zhou Yan Python spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood, which splattered in the air, forming a mist of blood.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness and despair, his body swayed a few times, then fell heavily to the ground, making a huge ”thud”.

Seeing this, the three let out a sigh of relief, their tense bodies relaxing.

They sheathed their weapons, Liu Tingting gently inserted the Ice Jade Sword into the scabbard, making a ”zing” sound.

Jin Liufu carried the Eight Trigrams Golden Saber on his shoulder, Xie Wen placed the iron sword back into the Sword Box. The three exchanged smiles, with the joy of victory in their expressions. Then, they turned and continued towards the interior of the Black Wind Stronghold to face new challenges.