King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 495: Chapter 177: Battle of the Thunder Sound Terraces: Shi Feiyang’s Three Strikes of Thunder

The ”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong, the Sect Leader of the ”Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword” Fei Wenxing, and the top disciple of the ”Seven Cultivation Sword” Kong Triangle, witnessed Fujiwara Sonjirou’s atrocities on the battlefield. Anger burned in their eyes, and they unhesitatingly stepped forward, forming a triangle formation to surround Fujiwara Sonjirou completely.

Wu Zhong steadied his stance, slowly raising his palms. A faint golden light gleamed from his palms as he exerted his inner strength, unleashing the ”Demon Subduing Palm”.

His palms swiftly thrust forward, the palm wind howled like surging torrents with an unstoppable momentum, directly attacking Fujiwara Sonjirou.

Where the palm wind passed, it seemed to slice through the air like sharp blades, emitting a ”sizzling” sound.

Fei Wenxing drew the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword from its sheath, the blade glittered with cold light, and sword qi burst forth.

He turned his body, flicking his wrist lightly, creating dazzling sword flowers as he executed the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Swordsmanship.

The sword moves were agile and ever-changing, sometimes like a shooting star chasing the moon, stabbing directly at Fujiwara Sonjirou’s vital points; other times like a spiritual snake emerging from its hole, attacking slyly from the side.

Each sword strike carried with it sharp sword qi, leaving silvery traces in the air, glowing brilliantly.

Kong Triangle, with an agile posture, wielded his long sword, executing the Seven Cultivation Sword technique.

His sword momentum was swift and relentless, each strike connected like a raging storm.

The first move ”Soaring Bamboo to the Clouds” saw him leap high, the long sword striking down with the weight of a thousand pounds.

The second move ”Meandering Snake” involved a twist of his body, the long sword weaving like a snake, stabbing from an unexpected angle at Fujiwara Sonjirou.

His swordsmanship combined strength with flexibility and was remarkably powerful.

The three engaged Fujiwara Sonjirou in an instant fierce battle.

Fujiwara Sonjirou used the ”Iaido Blade Drawing Skill - Ten Moonlight Flashes,” his figure ghostly flickering, with the blade’s light flashing like a cold moon emitting deadly chill. The first flash, the blade’s light seemed like a silver ribbon, wrapped in a fierce wind, aiming straight for Wu Zhong’s throat.

Wu Zhong reacted swiftly, clapping his palms together, forming a barrier of palm wind that blocked the blade’s light, emitting a loud ”clang” with sparks flying.

Fei Wenxing seized the opportunity and swung his sword to attack from Fujiwara Sonjirou’s side.

Fujiwara Sonjirou deftly sidestepped to evade, while his long blade swept horizontally, successfully deflecting Fei Wenxing’s sword edge.

The clash of sword and blade emitted a sharp, piercing screech.

Simultaneously, Kong Triangle launched an attack from behind, using the ultimate move ”Soaring Eagle Pouncing on Rabbit,” his long sword like eagle claws, aiming directly at Fujiwara Sonjirou’s back. Fujiwara Sonjirou lightly tapped his toes, leaping forward to cleverly avoid this wave of attack.

In an instant, blade light and sword shadows intertwined, palm winds howled, and the sounds of killing shook the earth and the sky, with the three fighting Fujiwara Sonjirou fiercely, yet unable to determine a winner for the time being.

Shi Feiyang knew well that if this rebellion wasn’t quelled, the people would suffer endless hardships.

Even amidst Bozhou, fraught with witchcraft and lurking dangers, he remained unafraid, thus drawing the Celestial Frost Blade. The Celestial Frost Blade shone with cold light upon being unsheathed, like a silver dragon, exuding a piercing chill, immediately heading towards the iron chain bridge.

He wielded the Celestial Frost Blade in his hand, performing the ultimate ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique”. The blade light flickered, as if countless silver dragons danced gracefully in the air. With a few ”swish swish swish” sounds, the seven iron chain bridges under that sharp blade momentum broke and fell into the depths of the cliffs.

Immediately, Shi Feiyang sheathed the blade and slowly raised his palms, with palms facing each other, using the ”Tathagata Divine Palm” to gather all his inner strength into his palms, then suddenly thrusting them out. A formidable palm force surged forth like an invisible giant wave, rushing directly at the mountain.

In an instant, the mountain trembled violently, and boulders rolled down, crushing towards the rebellious troops scaling the cliffs of Hailong Duntun.

Seeing this, the rebellious troops were terrified, chaos ensued, and they scattered in all directions.

However, there were also extraordinary figures among the rebel troops.

Yang Yinglong’s eldest son, Yang Biao, sinister and calculating, had planned ahead.

He utilized the underground river to carefully lay the ”Earth Roar Killing Formation”.

This formation was filled with traps, hidden with endless killing potential.

The water flow from the underground river was skillfully guided, gathering into a powerful impact.

When the disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association and the youths from the Miao Village stepped into the formation, triggers activated, the ground trembled suddenly, and from beneath, torrents gushed forth, carrying massive rocks, charging at them like untamed wild horses.

All around were also filled with various strange and mystical arrays, shrouded in fog, causing one to lose their sense of direction.

The disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association and the youth from the Miao Village instantly found themselves trapped in a desperate situation. They struggled to resist but found it difficult to break through the layers of encirclement, with the situation becoming critically dangerous.

The spring rain persisted, the fine rain fell like cow’s hair, scattering softly, seemingly mourning silently for the cruel war.

On the cliffs of Hailong Duntun, a dead silence reigned, corpses lay everywhere, with no one to claim them.

Corpses piled like mountains, the blood mingled with rainwater, flowing down the cliffs, forming shocking bloodstains.

The fierce wind howled, blowing across the cliffs, making a ”woo woo” sound, like the howling of anguished souls, adding to the desolation.

At this critical moment, Shi Feiyang, like a War God, his eyes flashing with decisiveness and fearlessness, drew the Celestial Frost Blade, its cold light flashing in the dim light, like a dragon about to devour its prey.

He performed the superb Lightweight Technique ”Relentless Across a Thousand Miles”, charging directly at the rebel camp.

He dashed through the rain, the raindrops splashing on him, creating layers of sprays.

As he charged all along the path, chaos was left in his wake.

The corpses on the ground, the scattered weapons, silently told the tale of a brutal blood battle.

Shi Feiyang advanced with the blade, the Celestial Frost Blade dancing in his hands with fierce momentum, the blade light flashing, each slash carrying immense power, making ”whirring” sounds. With several loud ”bang bang bang” noises, the meticulously arranged eighteen layers of stag antler barriers of the rebel army fell apart and collapsed like rotten wood under his fierce blade momentum.