King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 362: Chapter 150: Mingyu’s Cold Might Breaks the Enemy Lines, Shi Feiyang Slays the Wokou Chief (Part 5)

Her wrist moved gently, and the long sword traced an elegant arc, quickly unleashing her renowned ”Longevity Swordsmanship.” The sword style, as its name suggests, seems to bestow the user with the power of eternal life, with graceful yet vibrant moves.

Her swordsmanship was akin to a graceful dance, each movement imbued with poetry and strength, mesmerizing all who witnessed it.

This swordsmanship employs Yirou Ke Gang, with sword moves as continuous as a mountain stream, seemingly soft and powerless yet filled with hidden currents of formidable strength. Each flick of the sword tip seemed to narrate an ancient and mysterious tale.

Her swordsmanship was like a poem, each move full of poetic grace and strength, captivating the audience.

Her graceful form changed fluidly with the sword’s maneuvers. The sword blossoms flickered like stars in the night sky, enveloping Itoda Ichiro in a dreamlike sword veil. The sword light flowed like water; the sword shadow ephemeral as a dream. Her swordsmanship seemed to convey an ancient and mystical story.

Her swordsmanship was akin to a graceful dance, each movement imbued with poetry and strength, mesmerizing all who witnessed it.

The sword light flowed like water; the sword shadow ephemeral as a dream. Her swordsmanship seemed to convey an ancient and mystical story. Each movement was filled with poetry and strength, enchanting all who saw it. Her swordsmanship was like a poem, each move full of poetic grace and strength, captivating the audience.

Seeing this, Itoda Ichiro snorted coldly, holding his long sword horizontally, then unleashed his unrivaled ”Fusang Swordsmanship.”

The sword technique was intertwined with the unpredictable mysteries of Japanese Ninjutsu. The sword light flickered, dazzling and elusive.

Each sword seemed to contain a mysterious force capable of cleaving through any obstacle. Whether it was hard rock or heavy armor, all seemed fragile under this swordsmanship.

His body moved unpredictably, like a phantom, skillfully weaving through Lin Wanqing’s sword curtain. Each swing of his sword carried a fierce gale, attempting to break through Lin Wanqing’s seemingly weak yet impervious defense.

Blade lights and sword shadows interwove into a breathtaking battle scene.

Even amidst the fierce struggle, Lin Wanqing remained calm. Despite Itoda Ichiro’s sharp swordsmanship, she did not panic, skillfully resolving his fierce attacks with the exquisite ”Longevity Swordsmanship.”

Each movement appeared so graceful and steady; she and the sword had become one. The sword was her, and she was the sword.

Lin Wanqing’s swordsmanship carries an extraordinary and transcendent quality.

What she wielded was more than just a sword; it was an art, a philosophy.

Meanwhile, in the Liaodong Martial Arts world, Han Li, the Sect Leader of the Five Wolves Staff Sect, stood with a powerful stance before Miyamoto Musashi, holding a heavy copper staff.

Han Li suddenly shouted, his momentum bursting forth, and then he employed the Five Wolves Staff Sect’s ultimate technique—the ”Five Wolves Staff Technique.”

In his hands, the copper staff seemed to come alive, whistling through the air, creating layer upon layer of staff shadows. Each swing carried immense strength, like Mount Tai pressing down, emitting an overwhelming sense of oppression.

However, Miyamoto Musashi’s swordsmanship was even more exquisite. He skillfully merged Fusang’s sword techniques with Ninjutsu, making the swordsmanship unpredictable and ever-changing.

His movements were as agile as a loach, always finding flaws amidst Han Li’s storm-like staff shadows.

Within just seven moves, Han Li realized he could not withstand Miyamoto Musashi’s unpredictable swordsmanship. His body suffered multiple stabs, staining his clothes with blood.

Despite this, Han Li stubbornly gripped his copper staff, staggering back a few steps but refusing to fall, demonstrating the unwavering spirit of a Martial Artist.

In the Liaodong Martial Arts world, the Thunderbolt Fist Sect’s Sect Leader, Hu Haiqing, possessed a passionate and inspiring momentum.

Hu Haiqing glared with wide-open eyes, waving his fists as if transformed into a raging bull, charging towards Tengtian Gang with unstoppable force. He employed the Thunderbolt Fist, each punch accompanied by a howling wind, thunderous in its power, seemingly capable of shattering any obstacle before him.

However, Tengtian Gang faced Hu Haiqing’s fierce assault with serene composure. He displayed the ”Fusang Swordsmanship,” his form flickering like a ghost, deftly evading Hu Haiqing’s fists.

Immediately after, his long sword darted like a snake’s tongue, swift and precise. Within just three moves, Hu Haiqing found himself unable to dodge, struck by the long sword. With eyes wide open and a face full of unwillingness, he slowly fell to the ground. Blood spread beneath him, painting a poignant picture.

Kato Yoneichi, Kudate Ken, and other ninjas, upon witnessing this, immediately utilized Fire Escape and Smoke Escape techniques. They quickly threw smoke grenades and firebombs. In an instant, the courier station filled with smoke and flames shot up into the sky.

Under the cover of smoke and flames, their forms flickered like phantoms, skillfully evading the swords, spears, and halberds of some Liaodong Martial Arts Sect Leaders and their disciples, rapidly approaching the King of Korea’s location.

However, what Kato Yoneichi, Kudate Ken, and the rest of the Japanese pirates never anticipated was that the Korean king heavily guarded before their eyes turned out to be Li Song in disguise. They were completely unaware of this king’s true identity, being entirely kept in the dark.

And the only guard beside the ”King” was Shi Feiyang. He stood silently by the king’s side, his eyes like torches, vigilantly observing the surroundings, ready to respond to any sudden situation.