King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 334: Chapter 145: Shi Feiyang Champions the Resistance Against the Wokou, Passion and Blood Forge Patriotism (Part 4)

Shi Feiyang showed no fear, a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes.

His figure flickered like a black lightning, easily dodging the fierce strike.

At the same time, the corners of his mouth lifted into a confident smile as he said, ”Zhong Renwang, do you think you can kill me? You’re simply dreaming! Today is your end!” His voice was full of confidence and dominance, inspiring awe in others.

Ding Hong also charged up with reddened eyes, tightly gripping a Dog-Beating Stick and performing the Dog-Beating Technique. The stick shadows were heavy, resembling an impenetrable barrier, pressing towards Shi Feiyang.

”Shi Feiyang, prepare to die!” he roared, his voice filled with hatred as if wanting to swallow Shi Feiyang whole.

Upon seeing this, Wu Zhong shouted loudly, ”Old fool, don’t be arrogant!” Then he activated ”Six Harmonies True Scripture” inner power, and you could see the aura flowing around him, inner strength surging. He executed the ”Demon Subduing Divine Palm,” meeting Ding Hong with a palm strike.

Their palm forces collided in mid-air with a loud bang, like a thunderclap in a clear sky, causing the surrounding trees to rustle and leaves to fall. Wu Zhong’s palm contained powerful inner strength, pushing Ding Hong back several steps with a pained expression on his face.

Xie Zhichuan and Huashan Sect Leader Tang Zihan also joined the fierce battle.

Xie Zhichuan wielded a long sword, performing the Thirteen Life-taking Swords. His swordsmanship was vicious, each thrust aimed at Shi Feiyang’s vital points.

Every sword thrust brought a whistling wind, intending to put Shi Feiyang to death.

Tang Zihan, on the other hand, performed Huashan Swordsmanship, with sword flowers glinting like countless stars. He and Xie Zhichuan coordinated seamlessly, attempting to form a pincer attack on Shi Feiyang. Tang Zihan’s swordsmanship was exquisitely ingenious, and his sword moves changed unpredictably, making it impossible to defend against.

Xiao Lingling shouted bravely, wielding dual short and long blades, and performing the ”Seven Fiend Saber Technique,” rushing into the battle, fighting alongside Xie Zhichuan and Tang Zihan. Her saber technique was fierce and ruthless, and the saber light flickering made people tremble in fear.

Every swing of her saber brought out a chilling light that seemed to tear the enemy’s body apart. She moved nimbly among the enemies, maneuvering with ease. Her dual blades were wielded with such vigor that they forced Xie Zhichuan and Tang Zihan into a frenzy.

”Water Dragon” Jin Liufu activated the ”Golden Swan Technique,” and he moved like a swallow through the battlefield effortlessly.

He executed the ”Eight Trigrams Body-Traveling Saber Technique,” skirmishing with other experts from Divine Sword Manor.

In that instant, saber and sword lights intermingled in the air, flashing, accompanied by deafening shouts of kill.

Jin Liufu’s saber technique reached a state of divine excellence. His figure was unpredictable like a phantom, leaving people unable to grasp his movements. Each strike of his saber was perfectly timed, precise and accurate, making it impossible for his enemies to defend.

Meanwhile, amid the fierce slaughter, Shi Feiyang was like an unyielding and invincible War God.

He activated the Bright Jade Technique, and instantly, a layer of dark blue light appeared around him, resembling cold stars twinkling in the night, dazzling and carrying a chilling coldness. This cold energy seemed to carry the biting chill of an ancient ice cellar, surging and spreading in all directions. Wherever it went, the air sizzled, froze instantly, and turned into a mist of hazy ice crystals.

Every move Shi Feiyang made caused True Qi to surge, like powerful ocean waves, easily dispersing the enemy’s attacks.

”Zhong Renwang, you band of villains, today marks the end of your wicked deeds!” Shi Feiyang’s voice was as loud and resounding as a bell, ringing out in the midst of the slaughter like a thunderclap.

He swung the Myanmar Saber in his hand, performing the ”Golden Dragon Coiling Claw” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. An extremely fierce blade light, like a lightning bolt slashing through the night sky, accompanied by a ”shizz” noise of breaking through the air, swiftly slashed towards Zhong Renwang.

Where the blade light reached, the stone slabs on the ground were cut with a deep crack, and fragments of stone flew.

Seeing this, Zhong Renwang’s face turned as pale as paper, a trace of terror flashing in his eyes.

He knew well the power of this strike and didn’t dare to be the least careless. He hurriedly activated ”Regretful Dragon” from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. You could see him pushing both palms upward with all his might, the palm wind howling, faint dragon roars echoing as they fiercely collided with Shi Feiyang’s blade light in the air.

”Bang!” A deafening explosion, like a thunderclap in a clear sky, reverberated in the courtyard.

Zhong Renwang was like a kite with a broken string, sent flying backward by the immense force. He stumbled back several steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground. A trace of bright red blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, slowly dripping from his chin, his face full of disbelief and terror, secretly regretting his underestimation of Shi Feiyang, not knowing his martial arts were so profound and unfathomable.

”Shi Feiyang, don’t get cocky! Even if I have to exhaust my last breath today, I will drag you to hell!” Xie Zhichuan roared, his eyes instantly bloodshot, glaring furiously, looking almost lunatic.

He howled, the sound resembling the lament of a wounded beast, filled with despair and madness.

Saying this, he brandished his long sword, using ”Green Peak Cutting Face” from the Thirteen Life-taking Swords. The sword flickered, transforming into countless sword shadows, attacking Shi Feiyang like a storm of blooming pear flowers, the sword edges slicing through the air producing sharp ”swoosh” sounds.

Shi Feiyang curled his lips into a cold smile, his gaze full of disdain.

His figure flickered like black lightning, easily avoiding Xie Zhichuan’s sword shadows while saying, ”Then come on, let’s see if you have the skill!”

Immediately, he charged back into the fray, showcasing the ”Whirling Wind Sweeping Leaves” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. The Myanmar Saber in his hands spun rapidly, the saber light flickering to form an impenetrable screen of light, the ”whoosh whoosh” sound of the wind continuous to the ear.