King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 565: Chapter 190: Bloody Battle at Xu Gate Wan Nian Bridge: The Secret Plot Behind the Red Cliff Motif (Part 4)

He unleashed the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, the blade flashing like a golden dragon spiraling and dancing in the air, its overwhelming momentum terrifying.

Each slash carried a powerful gust, like a hurricane passing by, repelling the approaching masked enemies.

With a swift turn, the Celestial Frost Blade drew an arc through the air, instantly striking two masked men. One was sliced in half at the waist, his body splitting into two segments, his innards spilling onto the ground. The other lost his head, his headless body wobbled a few times before crashing to the ground, blood gushing like a fountain, creating a ghastly scene.

Yili wielded a long sword, her movements graceful as she weaved through, executing the ”Cloud Mist Swordsmanship.”

Her swordsmanship was exquisite, the blade danced, seemingly enveloped by layers of ethereal mist, making it impossible to track her moves.

Her keen gaze locked onto the masked men’s vulnerabilities, her long sword glinted with a cold light, each strike imbued with sharp killing intent, accurately piercing the enemy’s vital points.

Her wrist flicked, the long sword traced a beautiful arc in the air, directly stabbing at a masked man’s throat.

The masked man urgently raised his saber to block, Yili deftly twisted her sword to evade his blade, then swiftly applied force; the tip pierced through the gap in his arm, directly puncturing his heart, the masked man’s eyes widened, a mouthful of blood spurted out, he slowly collapsed.

Qi Meizhen unfurled her oil paper umbrella, displaying the ”Umbrella Shield Arrow Defense” technique, warding off the ink arrows’ assault. Simultaneously, she seized the moment, forcefully pushed the umbrella handle forward, the tip thrusting like a sharp blade towards the approaching masked man.

The masked man couldn’t dodge in time, his throat pierced by the umbrella tip, blood gurgling from his throat, his hands covered his throat, making ”gurgling” sounds, struggling as he fell to the ground.

She quickly folded the umbrella, grasped the handle with both hands, wielding it like a weapon, creating a fierce wind as she engaged in close combat with the surrounding masked men. She kicked one masked man into the air, then struck another’s temples with the umbrella handle, killing him instantly.

Shi Feiyang and his group fought fiercely in this intense battle, cooperating to resist the masked men’s attacks, the tension reaching its peak, every moment filled with danger and excitement, life and death hanging by a thread.

In the intense clash, Shi Feiyang continuously cared for his three wives. He shouted, ”Yili, watch the left!” ”Meizhen, beware of the rear!” ”Bai Zhi, protect yourself well!”

”Husband, we’re fine, safe!” The three wives responded in concert, cooperating and fighting the enemy alongside everyone else.

After a thrilling and satisfying battle, the heroes, with strong determination and exceptional martial skills, successfully repelled those ghost-like ferocious masked men.

On the ground, masked men’s corpses lay everywhere, blood pooling into streams flowing through the cracks in the ground.

Taking this brief respite, Shi Feiyang’s gaze burned brightly as he swiftly scanned around, and decisively led others to search for the source of the mechanism.

In a somewhat dim corner of the study, they discovered a cleverly designed yet dangerous control device.

The device was crafted from metal, engraved with strange symbols, emanating a chilling cold.

Without hesitation, Shi Feiyang summoned the deep inner strength within him, his leg muscles instantly tensed, hurtling forward like black lightning, flying up and kicking the device with overwhelming force.

With a ”boom,” the device shattered to pieces, parts scattering, the fountain mechanism finally ceased functioning, no longer releasing those terrifying ”ink arrows.”

Shi Feiyang strode to the encrypted ink painting, his brows furrowed, his gaze fixed intently on this counterfeit ”Battle of Chibi,” examining it meticulously. His eyes were focused and deep, missing no tiny detail.

Finally, after detailed observation, they discovered the picture was drawn with alum water, illustrating a military port.

Shi Feiyang stared intently at the picture, determination glimmering in his eyes, firmly saying, ”It seems the conspiracy is linked to the military port, we must uncover the truth quickly and stop their plot.”

Everyone nodded, their eyes revealing firm resolve.

Though obstacles were as thorny as they traversed, dangers followed like shadows, Shi Feiyang and his group never wavered, never showed the slightest inclination to retreat.

In this bitterly cold late autumn, they stepped on damp golden fallen leaves, bracing against biting winds like knives, steadfastly continuing on the path of investigation.

The attack at the Wen Zhengming’s residence made them acutely aware that the enemy was like a snake lurking in the shadows, closely monitoring their every move.

And the conspiracy behind the military port image seemed to be gradually emerging, revealing its sinister face.

Based on key clues found at Wen Zhengming’s residence, Shi Feiyang and his group learned that the enemy’s plan was frantically reckless, intending to use gunpowder ships to destroy the Xu Gate Wan Nian Bridge transport hub.

If this vicious plot succeeded, the entire Jiangnan transport system would collapse instantly, plunging into an abyss of destruction.

At that point, materials wouldn’t circulate, people’s livelihoods would deteriorate, countless citizens would be trapped in dire straits, scenes of starvation and displacement would inevitably unfold.