King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 470: Chapter 170: Battle Shadows on a Cold Night: The Legend of Qi Meizhen (Part 2)

Qi Meizhen’s blade technique is not only fierce and swift but also imbued with remarkable intelligence.

The Miao Saber technique was specifically created to counter the Breaking Japanese Blade Technique, forged and honed through countless real battles.

At this moment, Qi Meizhen is both warding off Liang Shouluo’s attacks and skillfully observing his every move and flaw.

Each time she strikes, it’s perfectly timed, precisely cutting through the gaps in Liang Shouluo’s defense, dissolving his offensives into invisibility.

Her figure is nimble and light, weaving freely through the flashes of blades and swords, reminiscent of a resolute rose blossoming on the bloody battlefield, possessing both the softness and elegance of a Martial Arts beauty and the fierce decisiveness of a martial heroine.

Her every step and turn seem like a beautiful dance, yet inadvertently conceal deadly moves, catching one off guard.

Meanwhile, amid the chaos of the melee, those cunning Japanese raiders seize the opportunity to launch their attack.

They wield kusarigama, a strange weapon that instantly disassembles into ten different hidden weapons, gleaming coldly in the pitch-black night sky, like a group of assassins lurking in the dark abyss, viciously shooting towards the disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association.

These hidden weapons carry a sharp, piercing whistle, much like the screeching of a night owl, carving bizarre and unpredictable trajectories in the darkness, spreading a chill that sends shivers down the spine.

”Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi has piercing eyes and is extremely perceptive, immediately seeing through the insidious hidden weapon technique of the Japanese raiders.

His heart burns with impatience, as if a raging fire, and he calls out urgently, ”Brothers, be careful in battle, these hidden weapons are very treacherous!” However, before his words fully disperse in the air, over a hundred disciples have already been caught off guard, falling beneath the hidden weapons of the Japanese raiders.

In an instant, the scene descends into chaos, with screams and shouts intertwining, causing the ranks of the Heroic Sakura Association to momentarily descend into disorder.

Seeing this, Shan Zhi is filled with rage, fuming with anger, as if his eyes are about to shoot fire, burning with endless fury towards the Japanese raiders.

His hands, as agile as butterflies, quickly move, tossing the Plum Blossom Dart.

The Plum Blossom Dart in his hands is like a meteor chasing the moon, filled with his intense anger and unwavering determination, instantly killing dozens of Japanese raiders.

The three thousand disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association, led by Shan Zhi, respond to the scene one after another, their morale soaring.

They throw out the Plum Blossom Darts in unison, their actions as coordinated as a precisely functioning machine, showcasing their well-trained demeanor.

The Plum Blossom Darts, like snowflakes filling the sky, shoot towards the Japanese raiders, creating an extremely spectacular scene in this cold night.

In no time, under the fierce attack of the Plum Blossom Darts, the Japanese raiders fall one after another, screaming in succession, with over three hundred Japanese raiders meeting their end instantly.

However, the Japanese raiders, resilient by nature, do not give up just yet.

Among them, some experts continue to resist, these skilled fighters move swiftly and agilely, like ghosts, drifting and weaving through the crowd, constantly employing various bizarre and sinister moves.

Although the disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association are numerous, under the experts’ relentless storm-like attacks, they gradually begin to show signs of being overwhelmed.

They are continually hit by the Japanese raiders, blood splattering all around, the scene becoming increasingly tragic, the air thick with the scent of blood.

Seeing this, Shan Zhi’s heart burns with urgency, he charges forward like lightning, instantly reaching the Japanese raider experts.

His eyes are like unsheathed sharp swords, incomparably keen, piercing straight towards the enemy, filled with resolute determination.

He lets out a loud shout, his voice like a great bell, exerting great force with his hands, sending the Plum Blossom Darts shooting towards the Japanese raider experts like a storm.

These experts, though agile, begin to become flustered under such fierce and dense attacks from Shan Zhi.

They dodge left and right, constantly evading the Plum Blossom Dart attacks, but many are still hit.

The Japanese raider experts fall one after another, the scene descending into chaos once more.

Seeing this, Shan Zhi feels a surge of heroism, taking a deep breath, adjusting his breath, then once again waving his hands.

This time, the Plum Blossom Darts, like an endless stream of meteors, continually pierce through the night sky, shooting towards the remaining Japanese raiders.

Under the continuous assault of the Plum Blossom Darts, the Japanese raiders finally begin to collapse, their defenses completely broken. They scatter and flee, but in this cramped and narrow space, where can they run to? Shan Zhi relentlessly pursues, the Plum Blossom Darts shadowing them, continuously reaping the lives of the Japanese raiders.

At this moment, the ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen employs his unique skill ”Feixu Qingyan Technique.”

He appears like the lightest catkin of spring, leisurely drifting through the air.

His figure is faintly discernible in the snowy night, seemingly real and unreal, as if melding with the wind and snow of this cold night.

Every time he moves, it seems as if he defies gravity, incredibly light. As he glides through the air, the airflow he stirs up is like a gentle breeze, hardly making a sound. Occasionally, with a light touch of his toes, he can change direction in mid-air, his movements smooth and naturally effortless.

Xie Wen occasionally drops the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, which, though light and soft, is extremely resilient. In his hands, the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net behaves like a living creature, quickly spreading out in the air, like a huge and invisible hunting net, precisely sweeping down towards the Japanese raiders.

The raiders caught in the net, like insects trapped in a web, struggle desperately in the air, yet find it difficult to break free.