King of Hundred Victories Saber

However, what shocked Shi Feiyang immensely was that in this bone-chilling environment, Liu Tingting seemed utterly unaware.

Her figure was graceful, amidst the icy snow, like a plum blossom daring the snow to bloom, resilient and exquisite, yet exuding a lethal aura. A slight cold smile graced her lips as she continued to wield her sword, launching an even fiercer attack towards Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang felt a sinking sensation in his heart, secretly deeming this unfavorable. Yet, his nature was steadfast, and he did not retreat.

In his hand, the Celestial Frost Blade flashed coldly, resembling a silver lightning bolt piercing the darkness, displaying his Hundred Victories Saber Technique, renowned throughout Jianghu.

He shouted loudly, his voice like thunder, the knife light sweeping towards Liu Tingting like a silk ribbon.

His saber technique was incredibly fierce, each slash carrying a force of thousands of pounds, used to resist Liu Tingting’s overwhelming assault.

However, Liu Tingting, being an immortal, her strength was not what it used to be. Compared to Shi Feiyang, who has repeatedly practiced the ”Tai Xuan Classics” as a half-human, half-immortal being, the disparity between the two was as vast as heaven and earth.

In the face of Liu Tingting’s perfect Divine Water Swordsmanship and the overwhelming power of the ”Holy Water Divine Technique,” Shi Feiyang’s Hundred Victories Saber Technique and ”Three Poison Breaking Techniques” seemed powerless and futile.

Liu Tingting’s swordsmanship flowed like moving clouds and flowing water, naturally smooth yet secretly hiding countless killing moves, always cleverly avoiding Shi Feiyang’s saber strokes, causing his attacks to repeatedly miss.

Simultaneously, the light emitted by her ”Holy Water Divine Technique” not only contained immense Immortal Technique power but also mixed with mysterious and unpredictable spiritual arts that continuously eroded Shi Feiyang’s defenses like tidal waves.

Shi Feiyang only felt himself in a sea of raging waves, at any moment about to be swallowed by the turbulent tide.

Deeply entangled in Liu Tingting’s storm-like fierce offensive, Shi Feiyang found his situation increasingly precarious. In his long and perilous Jianghu journey, through countless bloody battles, he had never been as helpless as at this moment.

Numerous wounds on his body had split open, with crimson blood gushing out, quickly dyeing his garments bright red. That vivid color stood out noticeably on the snow-covered mountaintop, like blossoms blooming at Hell’s edge.

Despite this, Shi Feiyang continued to grit his teeth tightly, his cheeks bulging with effort, as if his steel teeth could crush iron.

His eyes burned with an unyielding flame, holding only one unwavering belief, which was to protect Lan Xiaodie comprehensively.

He wielded the Celestial Frost Blade in his hand, the blade flashing cold light, adding even more chill to the icy snowy landscape, with each swing carrying the sound of the wind, attempting to fend off Liu Tingting’s tidal-like surging attack; while sharply observing Liu Tingting’s every move, trying to find a trace of flaw from her impenetrable techniques.

However, at this moment, Liu Tingting had been entirely consumed by frenzied and desperate emotions, the intense jealousy fire burning fiercely, scorching her reason completely. The translucent Long Sword in her hand shimmered with a blue and cold light under the sun, like a Spiritual Snake lurking in the darkness, poised to strike, emanating a fatal aura.

Suddenly, the Long Sword quivered sharply, the sword tip like a cold beam, wrapped in endless killing intent, propelled by thunderous momentum, directly piercing toward Shi Feiyang’s throat.

This sword, condensed with all her power and the deep-rooted resentment towards Shi Feiyang, carried an unstoppable force, as though intending to tear the heavens apart, where it passed, the air was forcibly ripped open by an invisible hand, giving off ”sizzling” sounds, reverberating as if the air were painfully groaning.

Seeing this fierce strike approach, Shi Feiyang’s pupils abruptly contracted, like two cold stars suddenly converging.

At this life-and-death critical moment, his reaction was incredibly swift, almost instinctively angling the Celestial Frost Blade in his hand.

His arm muscles were tense, veins bulging, attempting to block Liu Tingting’s potentially deadly strike with his mighty saber technique known throughout Jianghu. Only a ”clanging” loud noise was heard, the sound like a giant bell ringing, or a thunderclap on a clear day, reverberating across the desolate, wind-sounded mountaintop, unyielding and resonant, causing ear drums to ache.

Surprisingly to everyone, the power contained in Liu Tingting’s sword far exceeded ordinary human imagination.

Not only did it blend her deep and robust Inner Strength, but also included mysterious and unpredictable Magic.

The Sword Qi seemed to possess its own consciousness, like a wisp of smoke, agile and strange, effortlessly piercing through the seemingly indestructible defense of the Celestial Frost Blade, still advancing inexorably towards Shi Feiyang’s throat.

Shi Feiyang only felt a piercing coldness rushing at him, the chill as if originating from the Nine Nether Hell, instantly wrapping around his heart, causing it to suddenly tighten. An unprecedented sense of despair, like a surging tide, flooded his heart completely.

At this perilous juncture, the high-level martial arts and Inner Power Heart Method practiced by Shi Feiyang in ordinary times appeared so powerless in face of this deadly threat.

His mind went blank, instinctively closing his eyes, countless past memories swiftly flashing by like a carousel: those sweet and warm, tender and loving moments shared with Yang Xue’Er; the scenes of life and death, shoulder to shoulder, in the sword shadow and blade rain with Lu Hongye; the once intimate love with Yili, and later those lamentable misunderstandings; the moments planning a bright future with Qi Meizhen; the complex love-hate entanglements with Bai Zhi, and the bits and pieces experienced along the journey.