King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 450: Chapter 166: Lone Hero Shi Feiyang: Annihilating the Blood Evil Gang, Heroically Breaking Through Flying Tiger Pass, Rescuing 30,000 Ming Army Troops (Part 4)

At the same time, Qi Meizhen was fully immersed in the improvement and training of the ”Six Harmonies Saber Array.”

She moved swiftly, weaving through the three hundred and sixty disciples, her Miao Saber whistling as it danced, each movement powerful yet agile. Her figure flitted among the disciples like an elegant butterfly dancing among flowers.

As she demonstrated, she shouted out the formulas loudly, her clothes drenched in sweat, but she wasn’t distracted in the slightest.

Her voice was loud and clear, with every word full of power, motivating the disciples to train even harder.

After so many days of effort, she finally perfected the ”Six Harmonies Saber Array” to an impeccable level.

The three hundred and sixty disciples cooperated flawlessly, as if they were one person.

Their tacit understanding reached an unprecedented level, and every movement was as precise as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

As night quietly descended, all seemed to fall silent, leaving only the sound of the wind howling in the valley.

This was nature whispering, telling ancient and mysterious stories.

The moon quietly rose, hanging on the horizon, its silver glow spilling over the earth, casting a mysterious veil over this quiet valley, adding a touch of tranquility and mystery, like the messenger of the night, guarding this land with its light.

Shi Xiong stood on high ground, his gaze sharp like a searchlight, staring intently into the distant darkness, fists clenched, his heart still burning with rage, seemingly about to swallow everything.

Beside him, the brothers of the Heroic Sakura Association were equally solemn, ready and prepared.

In their eyes lay steadfastness and defiance, ready to face the imminent challenge.

They knew tonight’s action was crucial.

It concerned not only the life and death of thirty thousand troops of the Ming Army but also the reputation and future path of the Heroic Sakura Association.

The night breeze gently blew by, bringing a slight chill, yet it couldn’t disperse the passion and determination in their hearts.

In the long wait, everyone remained highly vigilant, ready to welcome the impending fierce battle at any moment.

Their hearts were filled with a longing for victory.

Shi Feiyang led the brothers of the Heroic Sakura Association, like a tide of black, advancing toward the Flying Tiger Pass.

Their steps were firm and powerful, filled with the belief in certain victory.

They knew that only victory could earn respect and honor.

Upon reaching the base of the Flying Tiger Pass, they saw the city walls ablaze with light, with the rebel generals fully prepared, ready to welcome the upcoming bloody battle.

Their eyes were filled with vigilance and determination.

On the city wall, a burly rebel general caught everyone’s attention.

He was Zhao Hong, known as ”Iron Arm,” the junior brother of ”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong, from the Iron Palm Gang, who had trained in the Inner Power of the Six Harmonies True Scripture from a young age, possessing deep power.

His eyes were filled with confidence and resolve.

Facing the attack of the Heroic Sakura Association, Zhao Hong stabilized his stance, his palms flying swiftly, a black glow emanating from them.

He unleashed the powerful ”Iron Sand Palm,” striking toward Wu Zhong below the city, with each strike creating a strong gust of wind, lifting the gravel on the ground, causing even the air to tremble.

Upon witnessing this, Divine Archer Miao Menlong snorted coldly and swiftly drew his bow and arrow.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle’s, unfailingly targeting Zhao Hong on the city wall.

Miao Menlong’s archery was superb, seemingly able to perceive everything, with each of his movements exuding unparalleled confidence and determination.

As the bowstring twanged, an arrow flew out like a meteor, with a piercing whistle, heading straight for Zhao Hong’s throat.

The arrow traced a beautiful arc in the air, its speed so fast that it was almost impossible to catch its trajectory.

Zhao Hong reacted swiftly, his body flickering as the arrow grazed past his cheek, leaving a bloody mark on his face, but it didn’t halt his assault. A hint of pain appeared on Zhao Hong’s face, yet the fire of defiance burned in his eyes.

Miao Menlong furrowed his brow, rapidly nocking another arrow, this time aimed more precisely, the arrow shot straight for Zhao Hong’s wrist, with a ”puff,” it pierced through, causing Zhao Hong to cry out in agony and tumble down the mountain.

This arrow shifted the momentum of the battle, Zhao Hong’s fall significantly dampened the rebel forces’ morale on the city wall.

Shan Zhi, known for his ”Plum Blossom Darts,” wouldn’t fall behind either.

With a wave of his hands, dozens of plum blossom darts flew towards the rebels on the city wall like snowflakes, creating a spectacular sight.

Shan Zhi’s skill with the plum blossom darts was extraordinary, with each dart flying unerringly toward its target, causing the rebels to hurriedly evade upon seeing it.

The city wall instantly turned into chaos, with clamors rising everywhere.

These plum blossom darts shone with a cold light, ferocious in momentum, causing the rebels to quickly dodge.

The city wall instantly turned into chaos, with clamors rising everywhere.

Shan Zhi’s plum blossom darts were like the call of death, striking fear and panic into the rebels’ hearts.

They knew that with any carelessness, they’d become these deadly weapons’ sacrifices.

Among the rebels, a general particularly stood out, Sun Lie of the Eight Trigrams Sect, known as ”Gale Sword,” who wielded his long sword with lightning speed, using the ”Eight Trigrams Traveling Body Sword” to deflect the flying plum blossom darts.

His swordsmanship was as varied as the Eight Trigrams Diagram, with layers of sword images, dazzling to the eyes, as if one had entered a mysterious world of Eight Trigrams. Sun Lie’s swordsmanship was not only fast but also imbued with mysteries, with every strike containing profound inner strength and ingenious moves.

At this moment, ”Jin Liufu,” the ”Water Dragon,” a young master proficient in the ”Eight Trigrams Body-Traveling Saber Technique,” joined the fierce battle.