King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 488: Chapter 175: Hailong Duntun Turmoil: Fei Wenxing Decides Victory in Three Moves (Part 5)

His dual hooks were as ferocious as two fierce, clawing tigers, lunging swiftly toward ”Centipede” Gongsun Ren.

He fought while cursing angrily, spewing profanities incessantly: ”Damn it, I use hooks, and you use hooks too; you blind fool, how dare you show off in front of me. Today, I’ll make you realize how many eyes Lord Ma truly has!”

Gongsun Ren was utterly unafraid, his expression calm and composed, as he swiftly wielded his dual hooks. His hooks spun tightly, leaving no gaps, and their shadows overlapped, clashing with Black Tiger’s hooks, creating a crisp, melodious ”ding ding” sound, like an intense metallic symphony.

Their figures moved rapidly, locked in close combat, each strike was tremendously fierce, and one small mistake would cost them their lives.

Lei Zhenshi, tall and imposing like a towering iron castle, exuded an indestructible sense of pressure. His voice, as thunderous as a roaring thunder, seemed to make the earth tremble with every word spoken.

At this moment, he wielded a pair of Thunder God Hammers, etched with enigmatic runes, as if they contained ancient, powerful energy, radiating a mysterious and eerie aura.

Lei Zhenshi suddenly let out a loud roar, shaking the surroundings, and executed the ”Might of Thunder” technique. He raised the hammers high with both hands, his arm muscles bulging and veins popping, as if containing boundless strength.

Then, with the force of a thousand weight, he slammed the hammers down with incredible might. The ground, unable to withstand the unimaginably powerful force, trembled violently, and cracks spread across the surface like a spider’s web.

He was like a ferocious tiger charging forth with unstoppable momentum, lunging towards Miao Menlong.

”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong remained calm and unperturbed upon seeing this. He swiftly strung his bow and released the arrow, all in one seamless motion, smooth and natural.

His gaze was as sharp as an eagle’s, intently watching Lei Zhenshi, as if he could see through every move.

With a gentle release of his fingers, the arrow flew like a shooting star, with a piercing whistle, slicing through the air, aimed directly for Lei Zhenshi’s throat. The arrow drew a straight black line across the sky, its speed so fast it was dazzling.

Lei Zhenshi sensed the danger, his heart jolted, and he hurriedly swung the Thunder God Hammer, attempting to deflect the arrow.

The collision between the hammer and the arrow produced a crisp, resonating ”dang” sound, akin to a bell tolling.

The arrow was deflected by the hammer, changing direction, and with a ”whoosh,” it shot into the nearby mountainside, with the arrow’s tail still quivering slightly.

Ying Bufan tightly gripped a pair of eagle-claw hooks.

The hooks were polished to a brilliant sheen, glinting coldly in the dim light, as if ready to tear through any obstacle at any moment.

He suddenly tilted his head back and let out an ear-splitting shout, a sound like an eagle’s screech tearing through the night sky. Immediately, he executed the move ”Eagle Strikes the Sky,” propelling himself into the air with a powerful leap, resembling a majestic eagle soaring across the vast sky, locking onto its prey for a lethal dive. His claws spread open, like an eagle’s swift capture of a hare, carried by a sharp gust of wind, diving straight toward Shan Zhi.

”Plum Blossom Darts” Shan Zhi’s eyes sharpened, showing no fear as he faced Ying Bufan’s fierce assault, unwilling to be outdone.

With a flick of his wrist, the plum blossom darts shot out like snowflakes in the wind, speeding toward Ying Bufan.

Each plum blossom dart gleamed with a chilling light, leaving silver trails in the air, carrying intense force, shooting at Ying Bufan from various cunning angles.

Ying Bufan sensed the impending danger in mid-air, his eyes tightened, and he quickly reacted.

He twisted his waist with force, his body turned agilely like a swirling dark cloud in the sky.

His eagle-claw hooks spun swiftly, creating a flurry of light and shadow, deflecting the incoming plum blossom darts.

The darts and hooks clashed, resonating with ”ding ding dang dang” sounds, akin to a stirring metallic symphony, reverberating incessantly on the battlefield.

Yun Huamei was dressed in attire so flamboyant it bordered on bewitching, as if it gathered all the most intense colors of the world.

Her face was alluring, her skin fairer than snow, and her eyes resembled autumn waters, exuding an endless charm with each glance. Yet, deep within her gaze was a chilling coldness that could make one shiver. At this moment, she tightly held a snake-shaped soft whip in her hand, which seemed alive, twisting and turning, exuding a mysterious and eerie aura.

Yun Huamei slightly parted her crimson lips and shouted daintily, her voice like a nightingale’s song, yet carrying a trace of coldness.

She executed the ”Snake Scorpion Wrap” move, with the soft whip drawing mysterious and unpredictable arcs in the air, like a nimble poisonous snake swiftly wrapping towards Bai Zhi. Those arcs carried a lethal threat, winding and shifting in the air, making it hard to predict their trajectory.

Bai Zhi, upon seeing this, bit her silver teeth tightly, her pearly teeth flashing white. She held a barbed silver staff and without hesitation went up to clash with Yun Huamei. The soft whip and silver staff collided repeatedly, producing crisp ”crack” sounds, like firecrackers exploding.

Their figures interwove, attacking and defending each other with no intention of yielding. Each strike and parry was filled with power.

Qi Meizhen stood amidst the chaotic battlefield, surrounded by the deafening sounds of battle and the glinting flashes of blades and swords, yet she seemed as if she were in a tranquil courtyard, strolling leisurely, calm and composed.

Her posture was as straight as a proud plum blossom blooming in the snow, standing alone in the harsh cold wind, exuding toughness and elegance.

Her eyes were sharp as an eagle’s, her gaze like torches, closely scrutinizing the battlefield, missing no detail.

Qi Meizhen took a deep breath and then opened her crimson lips, shouting loudly, ”Brothers, steady your minds, do not panic! Heroic Sakura Association disciples heed the command, execute ’Breaking Armor Seventeen Styles’, form the ’Six Harmonies Saber Array’, and join forces with Miao Village disciples to attack the enemy bandits with all your might!”

Her voice was clear and crisp, like an oriole emerging from the valley, yet it carried an innate, authoritative dignity that compelled obedience.

This voice seemed to carry magic power, and on this chaotic battlefield filled with the clash of weapons and shouts of killing, it clearly reached every disciple’s ears. The disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association and the Miao Village moved into action upon hearing the order.

Some agile disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association, like fierce tigers descending the mountain, wielded their long sabers with fierce gales, executing the ’Breaking Armor Seventeen Styles’. Each move gathered all their strength, the saber light flashed, like streaks of lightning cutting through the night sky, fiercely attacking the bandits of the ’Thunder God Stronghold’. Where the sabers fell, splinters flew, and fabrics tore, with the villains dying miserably under the Heroic Sakura Association disciples’ blades.

Another group of Heroic Sakura Association disciples quickly formed a tight circular formation, with their Miao Sabers coordinating flawlessly, forming the ’Six Harmonies Saber Array’. Within the array, the flash of blades and swords flickered, impenetrable, like an indestructible fortress.

The villains of the ’Thunder God Stronghold’ attempted to break through the defenses, but were blocked by this tight saber array, like moths to a flame, increasing their casualties in vain.

Qi Meizhen stood outside the array, her movements agile, sometimes striding quickly to the left, sometimes swiftly to the right.

Her gaze was like lightning, precisely capturing the ever-changing moments of the battlefield.

Sometimes she raised her arm, pointing to the left and shouting, ”Strengthen the offensive on the left, do not give the bandits a chance to breathe!” Sometimes she pointed to the right, loudly commanding, ”Tighten the defense on the right, do not let the enemy bandits break through!”

Under her skillful command, the Heroic Sakura Association and Miao Village disciples cooperated seamlessly. Here, the ’Breaking Armor Seventeen Styles’ offensives were fierce, forcing the villains to retreat again and again; there, the ’Six Harmonies Saber Array’ was as solid as a rock, tightly trapping the villains.

The two sides complemented each other, gradually gaining the upper hand in this slaughter, putting the villains of the ’Thunder God Stronghold’ in a predicament, struggling to cope. ”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong’s eyes were like torches, locking onto the group of villains from ’Thunder God Stronghold’, his eyes flashing with a resolute light.

He took a deep breath, operating the inner power of the ’Six Harmonies True Scripture’, and in an instant, his aura surged like rushing tides, billowing mightily, his clothes rustling as if stirred by an invisible force.

He suddenly shouted loudly, his voice like a great bell, this shout seemed as if it could awe the heavens and earth, then he executed the ’Demon Subduing Divine Palm’.

Only to see his palms moving rapidly, bringing forth a violent gust of palm wind, that wind roared like blades slicing through the air, producing a ”hoo hoo” sound. His palms seemed to contain weighty strength, smashing fiercely towards the villains of ’Thunder God Stronghold’.

Each palm strike was accompanied by resounding ”boom boom” sounds, like giant stones colliding, just seeing the three or four villains struck, like kite strings cut by a gust of strong wind, uncontrollably flying backward.

They traced arcs in the air, blood spraying from their mouths like a red mist, falling motionless to the ground.