King of Hundred Victories Saber

Immediately after, he strode to the window, pushed hard with both hands, and with a ”creak,” the window was flung open.

His figure was like a bolt of lightning, akin to a white beam of light, as he instantly flew out, standing steadily in mid-air. At this moment, the moonlight was like water, gently sprinkling over him, as if draping him with a layer of silvery gauze, outlining his determined silhouette vividly.

Shi Feiyang looked around and saw a woman in flamboyant attire floating through the air towards him.

This woman was none other than the fearsome ”Outer Border Demoness” Fu Anxing. Her attire was colorful, like a magnificent painting, shimmering with a strange and captivating glow under the moonlight.

However, the sly smile at the corner of her mouth was like a winter wind, chilling to the bone.

Her eyes were as sharp as an unmatched dagger, cold and fierce, scanning the crowd like a poised poisonous snake, firmly locking onto its prey, filled with malice and murderous intent.

”Since you’re here, don’t think of leaving easily.” Fu Anxing spoke, her voice sharp and cold like a night owl’s hoot, adding a sinister and terrifying atmosphere to the howling night wind.

As soon as she finished speaking, her skirt flared up suddenly, like the hem lifted by a gust of wind.

In an instant, thirty-six soft swords of Burmese steel shot out from under her skirt like spiritual snakes.

These soft swords twisted in the air, emitting piercing howls, akin to a pack of long-starving beasts, eager to pounce on their prey and tear it apart. Each sword shimmered with a cold light, resembling icy stars in the night sky, beautiful but deadly, ready to claim lives at any moment.

At the same time, a group of soul-possessed sword puppets surged in like a tidal wave from all directions.

These sword puppets, under the moonlight, exuded a ghostly blue glow, eerie and sinister, carrying an endless evil aura.

Their eyes were hollow yet filled with a crazed killing intent, controlled by some malevolent power, devoid of reason.

Enveloped in this ghostly blue light, the sword puppets’ combat strength multiplied, each movement imbued with formidable power, inducing fear in onlookers.

”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen reacted swiftly, knowing full well that the situation was perilous to the extreme. He hurriedly crouched, carrying Miao Menlong on his back, firmly holding Shi Xiong with one hand and grabbing Shan Zhi with the other, employing the ”Feixu Qingyan Technique.”

His figure was light and graceful, like dandelion fluff swept up by a fierce wind, drifting gently in mid-air, evading the sudden lethal strike, as if skirting the edge of life and death, narrowly escaping a harrowing disaster.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, but his eyes were filled with determination and relief.

The disheveled Yang Xue’Er had just leaped out the window, only to be targeted by the sword puppets.

The sword puppets emitted a deep, terrifying growl, as if from the depths of Hell, causing chills to run down one’s spine.

Sword Qi, like lightning, slashed through the air, bringing a chilling coldness, directly hitting at Yang Xue’Er.

Yang Xue’Er’s face changed drastically, the originally rosy cheeks turning as pale as paper, eyes full of terror.

Her body trembled slightly, gripping the long sword tightly, yet appearing somewhat at a loss.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang was anxious, his worries burning like a raging fire. In mid-air, he swooped down without hesitation, like a falling meteor, with an unparalleled momentum, intercepting in front of Yang Xue’Er.

He shouted loudly, his voice booming like a great bell, shattering the darkness of the night as it echoed through the howling wind. The Celestial Frost Blade in his hand swung with streaks of cold light, flashing like silver lightning, tearing through the night.

At the same time, ”Shock Eye Tribulation” Divine Skill activated spontaneously.

His gaze turned icy and piercing, like sharp ice blades, sweeping towards the sword puppets.

Under this powerful force, the sword puppets were frozen in place, their bodies quickly covered by a thick layer of frost.

Subsequently, cracking sounds continually echoed, and the sword puppets’ bodies shattered into pieces, scattering icy shards all over the ground—a scene both bloody and awe-inspiring. The air was filled with a chilling and bloody aura, sending chills down the spine.

Seeing Shi Feiyang so valiant, Fu Anxing was infuriated, jealousy and hatred intertwining in her heart.

Grasping a soft sword, her figure flickered ghost-like, stabbing rapidly towards the throat of Yang Xue’Er, cradled in Shi Feiyang’s embrace.

Shi Feiyang reacted swiftly, fending off the soft sword’s attack with a horizontal sweep of his blade.

However, Fu Anxing’s soft sword seemed to be alive, agile and changeable.

In her hands, the soft sword twisted like a nimble and cunning poisonous snake, bending around Shi Feiyang’s dazzling Celestial Frost Blade at an inconceivable angle.

Next, the soft sword darted like a streak of black lightning, speeding straight for Shi Feiyang’s throat.

The sword tip glinted with a chilling light, emanating an aura of death.

”Watch out!” Yang Xue’Er cried out in alarm, her complexion turning pale with fright, her voice filled with endless worry and fear, like a haunting scream on a cold night, piercing through the stormy inn air.

Facing this sudden lethal strike, Shi Feiyang showed no panic at all; instead, he remained stern-faced, giving a cold snort towards the incoming Sword Qi. This snort was akin to one from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying infinite cold and majesty. In an instant, he activated the profoundly powerful Bright Jade Technique, his immense Inner Strength surging like a roaring river in his meridians, erupting forcefully.