King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 472: Chapter 170: Shadows of Battle on a Cold Night: The Legend of Qi Meizhen (Part 4)

He occasionally drew his bow and nocked an arrow, the arrowhead gleaming with a cold light, targeting the Japanese pirates.

His archery was impeccable, each arrow shot was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, with unparalleled speed and precision.

With a ”whoosh,” a sharp arrow left the bowstring and instantly struck a Japanese pirate. The pirate couldn’t even let out a scream before collapsing with a loud crash, dead with a single arrow. Miao Menlong’s arrows never missed, each one taking an enemy’s life, causing the Japanese pirates to tremble in fear.

The expert Munemasa among the Japanese pirates saw this and became furious.

He drew his Japanese Saber, its blade shimmering with an icy cold light, lunging at Miao Menlong like a black lightning bolt.

Munemasa’s swordsmanship was fierce, his moves ruthless, each with a deadly threat. Just as Munemasa was about to reach Miao Menlong, ”Iron Flute Scholar” Xiang Kun, holding an iron flute, flew into intercept like a cyan phantom.

He performed the ”Celestial Spirit Acupoint Technique,” making the iron flute in his hand move like a lively wandering dragon, tracing silver trails in the air.

Xiang Kun’s movements were agile, skillfully dodging Munemasa’s fierce sword moves while precisely pointing the iron flute at Munemasa’s acupoints.

Munemasa performed the extremely bizarre and powerful ”Iaido Blade Drawing Skill - Ten Moonlight Flashes,” his Japanese Saber unsheathed in an instant, its blade flashing like the cold moon in the night sky, its icy light menacing. Each slash carried powerful Sword Qi, as if to cleave the surrounding air.

Xiang Kun was fearless; he leveraged his exquisite ”Celestial Spirit Acupoint Technique” to engage in a fierce combat with Munemasa.

Each point of his iron flute was perfectly timed, avoiding Munemasa’s deadly attacks while constantly exerting pressure on his opponent.

Meanwhile, Miao Menlong observed calmly from the side, his gaze intently fixed on Munemasa’s every move.

He waited for the perfect moment to shoot, each arrow carefully calculated.

His arrows not only could accurately strike enemies but could also create opportunities for Xiang Kun to counterattack.

Facing the joint attack of two masters, Munemasa gradually showed signs of exhaustion.

Although his ”Ten Moonlight Flashes” were immensely powerful, they gradually lost their former sharpness in the face of Xiang Kun’s agile Body Technique and Miao Menlong’s precise archery. His swordsmanship began to show flaws, and his movements became slower.

The snowy night at Flying Tiger Pass resembled a grand and tragic painting.

The cold wind was fierce, and snowflakes danced wildly in midair, adding a chilling aura to the fierce battle.

On the walls of Flying Tiger Pass, the sounds of shouting and clashing weapons intertwined, echoing endlessly through the night sky.

Shi Feiyang stood quietly at the edge of the city wall, like a towering mountain peak, his posture upright, seemingly capable of supporting this chaotic world.

The cold wind was like a blade, cutting through his garments at will, the fluttering sound like the silent battle song within his heart.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze was deep and distant, akin to the most dazzling and icy star in the night sky, serenely and coolly observing everything around him. In this chaotic and noisy blood battle, Shi Feiyang seemed aloof yet was acutely aware of all the details.

In his heart, it seemed there was a clear mirror, knowing without a doubt that Shi Ying must be like a hidden snake in the dark, lurking among the crowd, and even the enigmatic Sect Leader Shi Fengli of the Celestial Demon Sect might have silently concealed himself here.

As long as Shi Ying and Shi Fengli remained dormant, showing no signs of attack, Shi Feiyang decided to stay put, like a leopard lurking in the grass, quietly amassing power.

He condensed all his strength and energy into a high state of concentration, compressing his spirit into an invisible cocoon, ready to burst forth at any moment to confront the most dangerous enemy that could arise.

His gaze, like a leopard locking onto its prey, was focused and persistent, closely monitoring every minute movement of the warriors engaged in fierce combat, even the subtlest muscle tremor couldn’t escape his eagle-sharp eyes.

He patiently waited for that fleeting, meteoric perfect moment to strike; once he struck, it should be with unstoppable force, dealing a decisive blow to the enemy without giving the opponent any chance to catch a breath.

Shi Ying moved with the grace of a snowflake floating silently in the wind, quietly drifting in midair.

Her stunningly beautiful face bore an expression as stern as frost, her lips tightly pressed together, like an ice-covered snow mountain, neither breaking the noise of the battlefield nor recklessly revealing her location, just quietly observing this thrilling melee.

Her gaze was like a powerful spotlight, piercing through the smoke and chaos of Flying Tiger Pass, overlooking the crowded battle, filled with urgency and anxiety, eagerly searching for Shi Feiyang’s figure.

Yet, despite her penetrating gaze scanning repeatedly amidst the chaos of people, she couldn’t find any trace of Shi Feiyang.

This stirred a sense of panic within Shi Ying, an uneasy feeling like a vine in the dark quietly spreading in her heart, gradually eroding her originally firm will.

And Shi Ying’s father Shi Fengli, in midair, resembled a black phantom, relentlessly pursuing ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen with a speed that was chillingly swift, his figure flickering unpredictably like a meteor shooting across the night, making one dizzy.