King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 623: Chapter 205: Bloody Battle at Yunmeng Marsh: Spirited Yili Subdues the Thirteen Life-taking Swords (Part 4)

”Long Arm Fist” Liao Pei was like a raging bull incited to fury. Even in this freezing winter landscape, he charged bare-chested into battle.

His body of muscles seemed cast from iron, undaunted by the chilling wind, emanating steaming heat like an unquenchable furnace.

He executed his Long Arm Fist technique, his arms moving as swiftly as lightning; each punch struck like a pair of thousand-pound iron hammers slamming down fiercely.

The gusts of his punches howled, the air echoing with a dull yet shattering boom, akin to roaring thunder exploding beside one’s ears.

When his fist struck the bandit, their body seemed to have been hit by a cannonball; the sound of bones cracking was clearly audible, and flesh burst forth, spraying into the cold air as a mist of blood mixed with the swirling snow, making the scene ever more horrifying.

”Heaven and Earth Saber” Lie Quan wielded a heavy, broad saber in each hand, their blades glinting with a chilling gleam like messengers of death from Hell. As he performed the Heaven and Earth Saber technique, the dual blades danced through the enemy ranks like streaks of lightning.

Each swing of his saber carried the power of mountain-splitting and rock-breaking, sweeping all bandits into the endless Heaven and Earth whirlpool, mercilessly grinding them to pieces.

Wherever the saber struck, the bodies of the bandits were effortlessly cleaved apart, blood gushing forth like a spring, staining the surrounding snow crimson, the vivid red blotches stark against the white snow.

Then, Lie Quan and Liao Pei together battled Dugu Cang’s ”Eight Styles of Famous Sword,” the fierce clash suffocating to witness.

Dugu Cang’s sword strikes were fierce, each one carrying potent Sword Qi, slicing luminous white arcs through the air.

Liao Pei and Lie Quan relied on their ferocious fist and saber techniques, engaging in a life-and-death struggle with Dugu Cang.

Their Qi Forces collided, producing thunderous booms that deafened the ears, shaking the ground into flying dust, the snow launching into the air to form a sprawling misty snow cloud.

In this snowy fog, flashes of saber and sword glinted, with sprays of blood occasionally erupting, indistinguishable as to whose it might be.

And nearby, the gusts of wind knocked down reeds that twirled across the snowy ground.

”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong wore tight black clothing, his unwavering expression as icy as steel.

He harnessed the Inner Power of the ”Six Harmonies True Scripture,” unleashing the ”Demon Subduing Divine Palm,” his palms carrying the overwhelming force of turning mountains and seas.

With each palm strike, the air seemed compressed by an invisible giant hand, emitting a ”sizzling” sound.

When his iron palm hit an enemy, their body caved in instantly, bones shattering under the immense Palm Force, with internal organs pulverized. The bandit spat out a mouthful of blood, their body thrown back like a kite with a broken string, crashing to the ground with a few spasms before lying still. The blood that splattered quickly congealed on the icy ground, forming dark red patches.

”Mandarin Duck Saber” Xiao Lingling moved with the lightness of a dancing butterfly, yet her wielded Dual Blades carried lethal danger.

The Dual Blades flashed with a cold gleam, spinning rapidly in her hands; each swing was like two lethal butterflies weaving through the bandits, where the blade light sliced, skin was easily cut open, and blood flowed abundantly.

Her figure darted nimbly through the enemies, with each encounter leaving bandits collapsing, their screams echoing without cessation, the ground quickly becoming littered with corpses and blood. Snowflakes fell onto the bodies, soon soaking in the blood.

”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong stood on the distant high ground like a composed Death God.

He drew his bow and prepared arrows, his archery highly accomplished and remarkable.

Each arrow traveled with fierce bearing, streaking through the cold sky like meteors, leaving long trails behind.

At the moment the arrow was loosed, a sharp whistling sound was heard in the air, as if it was Death’s call.

The feathered arrow hit its mark with precision, penetrating the bandit’s vital points before they could let out a cry, leaving them dead on the spot.

The arrow shaft embedded in the bandit’s body, with blood trickling down, leaving dark red stains on the snow.

”Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi grasped a delicate plum blossom dart in his hand, its small form coated in lethal poison.

He moved with agility, like a nimble monkey, swiftly navigating through the ranks of enemies.

Each throw sent the plum blossom dart like a black flash laced with deadly poison toward the bandits.

Struck by the plum blossom dart, a bandit would first let out a painful scream, swiftly followed by a rapid darkening of their body. The poison spread quickly, causing their features to contort as they clawed frenziedly at themselves, finally collapsing in utter agony.

At this moment, a crow croaked across the sky, adding an ominous air to this bloody place.

”Barrel” Lu Dechu, despite his plump figure, moved with startling agility. Holding a wine gourd, he transformed it instantly into a deadly weapon. He swung the wine gourd with vigour, creating gusts of power, each swing carrying immense force.

When the wine gourd smashed into an enemy, their body was immediately crushed to a pulp, bones splintering, leaving them slumped like mud on the ground. The wine gourd was covered in the enemy’s blood, glittering eerily in the cold wind.

The surrounding reeds swayed in the wind, seeking to escape this bloody slaughter.