King of Hundred Victories Saber

In his heart, there was only one resolute belief, and that was to break into the courtyard and uncover the truth behind Wu Zhong’s disappearance from Gan Jinliang’s mouth.

As Xiang Kun stepped deeper into the courtyard, the surrounding dangers became increasingly dense, yet his steps grew ever more determined.

Xiang Kun, all by himself, resolutely broke into Gan Jinliang’s courtyard.

This courtyard was undoubtedly the sinister lair of Luoyang City’s local tyrant, hiding filth and exuding a nauseating aura.

Although it was early spring, the northern weather remained as frigid as winter, showing not the slightest hint of warmth.

The cold wind whistled through like a pack of roaring beasts, sweeping in with a momentum as sharp as countless ice knives, slashing fiercely at one’s face, painfully. Around the courtyard, the trees seemed to have been drained of life by the severe cold, remaining bare as their branches shivered in the furious wind, creaking eerily. The snow on the ground hadn’t completely melted, covering the surface in spots, exuding a bone-chilling coldness under the dim sky.

As soon as Xiang Kun stepped into the courtyard, it was like a massive stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up waves upon waves, and engaging the guards in a heart-stopping, life-and-death battle.

The Nine-Tone Iron Flute in his hand swung fiercely in the icy air, each move bringing about a sharp gust of wind as if tearing apart the frigid air.

He moved with agility, like a black lightning bolt, the iron flute in his hand transforming into countless beams of light and shadows.

At times he would use the move ”Flute Shadows Divide the Light,” spinning the iron flute rapidly in the air, carving out dazzling arcs that left the enemies dizzy; at other times, he’d execute the ”Cold Flute Pierces Acupoint,” where the iron flute turned into a sharp spear, targeting the enemy’s vital points.

In no time, those guard wolves with their intimidating claws were driven back by him, unable to get close, forced to circle back and forth while nervously scanning for any opening to attack.

However, the defenses meticulously arranged by the Jinyi Guards were like an iron wall, impossible to breach so easily.

Just as Xiang Kun was fighting fiercely, caught up in the thrill of combat, a sudden ”ka ka” sound reverberated through the silent and tense atmosphere, sounding particularly piercing, akin to the laughter of a devil.

It turned out that a rapid-fire crossbow had been set up, its body dark and shiny, exuding an icy killing intent.

The crossbow arrows shot towards Xiang Kun like a torrential downpour.

Xiang Kun couldn’t dodge in time, and he heard a crisp ”crack,” as the iron flute in his hand was shot and broke in two.

That iron flute, which had accompanied him for many years through countless storms, was his trusted weapon in his travels through Jianghu, but now it was broken in two, feeling powerless in his hand, much like his heart full of despair at this moment.

Having lost the reliance of the iron flute, a wave of dejection surged in Xiang Kun’s heart, as if falling into a bottomless dark abyss with no hope in sight. He couldn’t help but recall the scene when he confessed to Xiao Lingling at the White Horse Temple.

Back then, he was full of hope, carrying beautiful dreams for the future, only to be heartlessly rejected by Xiao Lingling. Now, coming with a determination to die in order to rescue Wu Zhong and seek the truth, he’s caught in such a desperate situation. It seemed that fate was relentlessly toying with him and opposing him.

At this moment, seeing Xiang Kun in trouble, a cruel smile flashed across Gan Jinliang’s eyes as he personally made a move.

He executed the ”Blood Evil Hand,” his palms moving with a fierce killing intent, as if a demon emerging from the depths of Hell, radiating a terrifying aura as he attacked Xiang Kun.

His moves were extremely vicious, each strike of his palm creating a whistling wind, with the air saturated with the scent of blood.

Xiang Kun hastily defended, his posture staggering, dodging left and right, trying to evade Gan Jinliang’s fierce attack.

He performed the ”Phantom Step,” his movements elusive, attempting to disrupt Gan Jinliang’s attack rhythm.

However, the opponent’s assault was too fierce and ultimately struck him. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if being hit hard by a hammer, instantly breaking three ribs, causing him to spit out blood, splattering onto the icy snow, stark red like a blood flower blooming in winter. Xiang Kun knelt with one knee on the ground, his face pale as paper, his breath weakening, life threatening to extinguish at any moment like a candle flickering in the wind.

Just as Xiang Kun’s life hung by a thread, he suddenly heard the sound of battle cries from afar.

It turned out that Shi Feiyang was leading reinforcements in a surprise attack.

At this time, the cold wind still blew fiercely, making everyone’s clothes flap like battle flags waving in the wind.

”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong, with agile movements, streaked through the enemy ranks like a black lightning bolt in the icy cold.

He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, the bow in his hand becoming a full moon, the string taut and buzzing.

He executed the ”Meteor Chasing Moon Arrow Technique,” sending a chain of arrows shooting like meteors, tracing bright arcs across the gray sky, with a sharp whooshing, precisely taking down the pavilion’s Eight Ox Crossbows.

The Eight Ox Crossbow crashed down, raising a cloud of dust with a dull thud, eliminating this significant threat and allowing everyone to breathe a slight sigh of relief. While shooting arrows, Miao Menlong shouted anxiously, ”Brother Xiang, hold on! We’ve come to rescue you!”

The voice echoed in the cold wind, full of concern.

”Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi was not to be outdone, the Thirty-six Plum Blossom Darts in his hand glinted coldly in the frigid air, flying out like scattered flowers. He performed the ”Plum Blossom Chaotic Dance Dart Technique,” with the darts flying with whistling wind, tracing beautiful yet deadly arcs in the air, blocking the enemies’ retreat and causing panic among those trying to flee.