King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 162: Chapter 115: Fierce Battle at Black Wind Stronghold, Heroes Probe the Truth of the Ancient Curse Space

The traps are numerous and the cold arrows are countless; trying to locate the Ancient Curse Space is truly extremely difficult.

Upon stepping into the Black Wind Stronghold, a decaying aura assaults their senses, as if the air is permeated with a tangible, chilling atmosphere that evokes fear. On the village walls, vines twist wildly, narrating the passage of time with their gnarled forms, as if time has stood still here. The dilapidated houses lie scattered, with the occasional scurrying of mice breaking the deathly silence, adding to the bleakness. Beside the dried-up well, weeds flourish; the well’s mouth seems like a deep black hole, greedily swallowing all light and hope. A gust of eerie wind blows, causing the tattered banners to flutter loudly.

Shi Feiyang, Liu Tingting, Gong Simeng, Xiang Kun, and Jin Liufu cautiously advance, each step taken with extreme care to avoid triggering hidden traps. Meanwhile, Xie Wen employs the Feixu Qingyan Technique, his movement as light as a wisp, floating gently in the air. His eyes are sharp, observing the ground’s situation from above, missing no detail. The White Tiger sits imposingly atop the Vermilion Bird, also vigilantly monitoring the ground from above, ready to provide strong assistance to Shi Feiyang and the others at a critical moment.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle slices through the long silence, like the screech of a night owl, sending shivers down one’s spine. Immediately following, countless hidden weapons, like black meteors, shoot out from all directions, the ”swoosh” sounds endless.

Shi Feiyang and the others react quickly, instantly drawing their weapons to defend. The hidden weapons and arms collide fiercely, sparking dots of fiery sparks, emitting a crisp ”ding ding” sound. In the brief gap of the hidden weapon assault, Shi Feiyang looks closely and discovers that these hidden weapons are made of a peculiar black crystal, which emits a dark, cold light and contains endless evil power, causing unease.

Not fully recovered from the chaos of the hidden weapons attack, a group of mysterious black-robed figures, like phantoms, stream out from concealed spots. The martial arts style of these black-robed persons is quite similar to the previous black-clad individuals encountered, yet they possess a more enigmatic and elusive aura, unfathomable to grasp.

Instantly, Shi Feiyang, Jin Liufu, Xiang Kun, Liu Tingting, and Gong Simeng adopt stances, engaging in a thrilling fierce battle with the black-robed individuals. During the intense combat, Shi Feiyang is shocked to find that these black-robed opponents he is facing are all women.

The leader is Li Wei, the wife of Xiao Shatian, the Chief of Black Wind Stronghold, her posture agile, her eyes exuding a fierce aura; then there’s Lin Meng, wife of Chu Kuanglan, the Altar Master of Cyan Dragon Altar, wielding a long sword, the blade gleaming with a lethal light; also Hou Guihong, the wife of Shen Ye Xiao, the Altar Master of White Tiger Altar, inheritor of Gale Shadow Fist, her fists clenched, releasing an overwhelming powerful aura.

Moreover, all three are disciples of the Ghost Shadow Sect.

Li Wei makes the first move, her clear and sharp shout reverberating around. She then performs the ”Gale Shadow Fist,” her figure like a specter elusive, dashing swiftly forward, her speed stirring a gusty wind sound.

Her body tilts slightly, resembling a branch swaying in the wind, graceful and agile, deftly avoiding potential attacks from her opponent.

At the instant she approaches Shi Feiyang, leveraging the powerful momentum of her sprint, she suddenly throws a rapid direct punch, with a ”whoosh” sound, the punch wind roaring like a cannonball fired, aiming directly for Shi Feiyang’s face.

As she punches, the muscles in her arm tense, bursting with tremendous strength, the punch’s momentum so fierce, leaving the opponent almost no time to react. Shi Feiyang wouldn’t dare show any slack, his eyes wide and gleaming with determination, immediately channeling the ”Bright Jade Technique,” his inner strength surging like a torrentful river, producing a ”buzzing” sound. His hands forming claws, he performs the ”Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique,” first executing ”Dragon Travels the Four Seas,” his form like a dragon lively moving, leaving an afterimage in the air as he swiftly dodges Li Wei’s thunderous strike.

Next, Shi Feiyang shouts and executes ”Dragon Soars the Nine Heavens,” his claws stretching out fiercely, the claw wind whistling, directly forcing towards Li Wei’s face. Observing this, Li Wei’s expression shifts slightly, and she hurriedly retracts her fist to block.

However, Shi Feiyang instantly changes his move with lightning speed, executing ”Dragon Claw Throat Lock,” aiming directly at Li Wei’s throat, the claw tip slicing through air, making a ”sizzling” sound.

Witnessing this, Lin Meng, wife of Chu Kuanglan, a resolute gleam flashes in her eyes, unwilling to show weakness either.

Determination shows between her brows, wielding a long sword radiating cold light, the blade emitting a chilling aura.

The tip of her sword lightly touches the ground, making a ”sss” subtle sound, as her figure flits ghost-like, appearing and disappearing, waiting for the right moment. Her swordsmanship is extraordinarily agile and sharp, each swing like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, with a ”whoosh” sound, accurately striking Shi Feiyang’s vital points.

Shi Feiyang swiftly turns his form, akin to a nimble cat, managing to dodge that deadly sword move, though a piece of his clothes is nonetheless sliced by the sharp Sword Qi, producing a ”rip” sound.

Meanwhile, Hou Guihong, wife of Shen Ye Xiao, the Altar Master of White Tiger Altar, also initiates a fierce offensive from the side. She bites her silver teeth, her cheeks slightly puffing up, her fist style vigorous and commanding, each punch shot, accompanied by a sharp wind sound, ”whoosh” roaring, like a storm, attempting to disrupt Shi Feiyang’s rhythm.