King of Hundred Victories Saber

He opened his eyes wide and shouted loudly, ”Grand Squad Leader! We are willing to follow you into fire and water, ready to face death without hesitation! We must kill these bandits until not a single one remains!” Everyone responded in unison, their voices merging together like rolling thunder, echoing through the sky, imbued with a spirit of facing death fearlessly and being undaunted, shattering even the gloomy sky.

The group spurred their horses to full speed, racing towards Qingfeng Mountain like the wind.

The sound of horse hooves was urgent, like dense drumbeats, beating out an exhilarating rhythm on the ground. Before they reached Qingfeng Mountain, they could hear the earth-shaking sounds of battle from the mountain, akin to rolling thunder, each wave closer and more intense than the last, shaking so hard that their eardrums ached, as if to shatter their souls.

As they approached, they saw a scene of utter devastation on the mountain, akin to a human purgatory.

Flashes of blades and shadows of swords intertwined into a deadly spectacle, blood splattering, tracing sharp arcs in the air.

The air was thick with a nauseating, pungent scent of blood that seeped into every pore, making one’s hair stand on end.

The Giant Whale Gang had colluded with the Japanese invaders, like hungry wolves with red eyes, trapping the righteous people such as the Qingfeng Sword Sect in the center.

The disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect were dressed in white outfits, resembling pure white snowflakes, conspicuously standing out on this bloody battlefield.

They stood tall, holding their long swords, as firm as green pines and cypresses.

At this moment, they displayed the ”Thirteen Swords of Qingfeng,” their sword moves light and elegant, like a gentle breeze caressing the face, yet concealing a fierce killing intent beneath the subtlety.

Every thrust of their swords came with a sharp whistling sound, as if tearing through the air, each strike penetrating directly to the enemies’ vitals.

However, the Giant Whale Gang’s numbers were vast, like surging tides, wave after wave, endlessly pouring forth, relentless and infinite.

Moreover, the Japanese invaders were each ruthless and brutal, wielding Japanese sabers that gleamed with a cold light, their saber techniques exceptionally vicious, each swing carrying the strength to split mountains and break stones, leaving shattered flesh and severed limbs in their wake.

In a short time, both sides were locked in a stalemate, inseparable and with casualties on both sides. The ground was already strewn with bodies, blood pooling into streams, flowing ceaselessly, narrating the brutality and carnage of this bloody battle.

Shi Feiyang, seeing this, shouted loudly, ”Brothers, follow me to slay the Japanese invaders!”

His voice was like the ringing of a great bell, causing the surrounding air to vibrate, as if capable of shattering the heavens and earth.

He charged into the enemy formation first, like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into the enemy’s heart.

He employed the Bright Jade Technique, with True Qi in his body roaring like rushing rivers, surging and circulating.

In an instant, a faint halo enveloped him, a halo seemingly materialized as a protective shield, rhythmically fluctuating with his breaths, with mysterious runes faintly flickering within, an external manifestation of the Bright Jade Technique’s powerful forces.

His entire aura suddenly elevated, as if a War God emerged from the mortal world.

Immediately, he executed the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, the saber wind howling, every slash as if splitting mountains and breaking stones, carrying an overwhelming force, sweeping towards the Japanese invaders. He swung his saber, and a sharp blade light flashed, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the night sky, instantly decapitating thirteen Japanese invaders, blood splattering on the spot, with dismembered limbs scattered everywhere, creating an utterly bloody scene.

Under Shi Feiyang’s leadership, the gallant crowd fought bravely, making the battle increasingly fierce.

”Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi’s eyes were as sharp as an eagle’s, locking onto a target among the enemy ranks, those eyes able to see through every move of the enemy.

His hands moved like butterflies among flowers, quickly turning, bewildering the eyes, his nimble actions evoking admiration.

In an instant, countless plum blossom darts shot out from his hands, resembling meteors shimmering in the night sky, tracing graceful silver arcs in the air. These plum blossom darts whistled sharply and piercingly, like deadly blades, shooting towards the enemy with unfailing accuracy.

Each dart that hit an enemy was accompanied by a tragic scream, with a swath of the enemy collapsing immediately.

Blood gushed from the wounds of the injured, staining the ground beneath, Shan Zhi’s plum blossom darts like the scythe of Death, mercilessly harvesting the lives of the enemy. Shi Xiong watched intently at Shan Zhi’s actions with admiration and longing in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, imitating Shan Zhi’s techniques, launching some plum blossom darts in a similar manner.

Though his techniques appeared somewhat clumsy and his movements lacked Shan Zhi’s skillful fluidity, with the fierceness of a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger, he surprisingly managed to hit several enemies. Watching the enemies fall under his attack, an indescribable excitement and pride surged in Shi Xiong’s heart, a slight smile of satisfaction appearing on his face.

However, he was clear about the gap between himself and Shan Zhi, silently resolving to train harder, vowing in his heart to become a master of hidden weapons like Shan Zhi.

”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen moved with agility, like a black lightning bolt seamlessly weaving through the enemy ranks.

He employed his unique Mysterious Lightness Technique, with distinctive body techniques, incredibly nimble, as if he could walk with the wind. His eyes were sharp like a hawk, able to keenly capture every tiny flaw in the enemy, no weakness escaping his eyes.

His figure flickered back and forth among the enemy, as quick as a ghost, occasionally throwing out the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net. The net floated like a white cloud, swift and light, drifting towards the enemy, instantly enveloping a group of enemies.

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