King of Hundred Victories Saber

A biting cold stream accompanied Yili’s sword momentum, mercilessly assailing Yu Linyu like a winter’s north wind.

He immediately sensed the danger and quickly retreated, but the speed of the Sword Qi far exceeded his expectations, and he was still injured by that sharp Sword Qi.

Countless fine lines instantly appeared on his skin, and blood gushed out like a spring, quickly congealing into dark red ice beads in the cold air.

Yili seized this fleeting opportunity, thrusting her sword straight at Yu Linyu’s chest.

Yu Linyu let out a heartbreaking scream, lost his balance, and collapsed into a pool of blood. The flame of life gradually extinguished, and he ultimately perished.

Simultaneously, the fierce battle between Shi Feiyang and Dugu You grew increasingly intense, their figures weaving a tapestry of life-and-death struggle in the world.

To quickly resolve the fight with Dugu You, Shi Feiyang executed the three poison-breaking moves of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.

The first move, ”Three Styles of Green Pouch,” perfectly combined the tiger’s power, the deer’s agility, the bear’s steadiness, the ape’s swiftness, and the bird’s nimbleness into the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, showcasing the technique’s supreme realm.

In wielding the saber, he sometimes struck like a tiger pouncing on prey, causing a gale in the cold wind, the saber momentum strong, the blade glowing gold, directly attacking Dugu You; other times, he moved like a nimble deer, his posture agile, the blade lively, the saber light flickering as if a playful deer were jumping, skillfully evading Dugu You’s fierce sword moves.

The second move, ”Seven Fiends Heart-Burning Slash,” where Shi Feiyang cleverly guided Dugu You’s Inner Strength, infusing it into the Saber Qi.

The flash of the saber brought a mysterious black flame, burning in the cold wind, with seven shining stars seemingly appearing in the flames, like the descent of the Seven Evils Star, directly targeting Dugu You’s heart.

Dugu You felt a scorching force rampaging within his body, like a raging fire burning his heart, the bone-corroding pain unbearable, his face showing agony, forehead beads of sweat rolling down, quickly freezing in the cold wind.

The third move, ”Golden Silkworm Silk Rain Saber,” where the Celestial Frost Blade’s surface shimmered with a golden glow, like fine silkworm threads flickering in the cold wind, enveloping Dugu You. The golden glow seemed to have countless threads, tightly binding Dugu You.

Dugu You tried to evade but found himself as if entangled by countless golden threads, unable to move.

Shi Feiyang suddenly shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, the Celestial Frost Blade in his hand carrying an overwhelming force, slashing toward Dugu You.

The Celestial Frost Blade drew a massive arc in the air with a bone-chilling cold, freezing the air it passed into ice.

Although Dugu You fought with all his might, his whole body’s acupuncture points were still invaded by the supreme cold emitted by Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique, his body gradually stiffened, and his movements became slow.

Every breath felt like a struggle against the cold air, and every swing of the long sword felt exceptionally heavy, as if bound by invisible shackles. Facing Shi Feiyang’s fierce slice, Dugu You’s eyes widened, filled with fear and reluctance, his body sliced in two, blood gushing out, quickly freezing into dark red stains on the cold ground.

Those bloodstains formed a sad and beautiful tableau, recording the cruelty and ruthlessness of this intense battle, also reflecting Dugu You’s final struggle and despair in life. In the narrow realm of Xiangyang Ancient City’s Weng City, shrouded with thick smoke and raging flames, just as the earth-shaking battle between Shi Feiyang and Dugu You unfolded, a ghostly figure subtly flickered.

This figure, like a specter, silently wandered through every corner of the battlefield, seeking the best time and position.

”Phantom Sword” Su Xinying, this expert skilled in bizarre sword techniques, aimed at Qi Meizhen, preparing to deliver a fatal blow amidst the chaos.

His eyes sparkled with a crafty gleam, as if he already envisioned the moment Qi Meizhen would fall, his lips curving slightly into an almost imperceptible cold smile.

Su Xinying’s lips were tightly closed, his expression stern, his aura suddenly changed, deploying the ”Phantom Illusion Sword.”

In an instant, his form seemed dispersed by an invisible gust, transforming into numerous illusory shadows, which swiftly spun around Qi Meizhen, dazzling the eyes, making it hard to discern his true body. Each shadow appeared to possess independent life, sometimes forwards, sometimes backwards, sometimes left, sometimes right, like a group of cunning hunters, completely encircling Qi Meizhen.

The long sword in his hand, gleaming with cold light, under the influence of the shadows, flickered with icy brilliance, launching fierce attacks at Qi Meizhen from various cunning angles.

Each strike contained profound Inner Strength, where the sword tip pointed, the air seemed to be split open, letting out a sharp whistle.

Each sword shadow carried a fierce momentum, slicing the surrounding air into countless pieces, layer upon layer of impenetrable sword nets cascading toward Qi Meizhen, making defense nearly impossible.

Qi Meizhen, upon seeing this, had sharp eagle-like eyes, her gaze fixed intensely on Su Xinying’s every move, with the supreme bloodline of the Sunflower Saintess, passed to her by Shi Feiyang, surging within her. She knew well that the opponent’s swordsmanship was bizarre, and any slight mistake could lead to her peril. In this life-and-death confrontation, every nerve in Qi Meizhen’s body was tense, her heartbeat seemingly audible, each breath particularly heavy.

Just as Su Xinying’s sword tip was about to touch her, Qi Meizhen raised her brows, her lips parted lightly, let out a delicate shout.

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