King of Hundred Victories Saber

Even the galloping warhorses could not escape this terrifying fate.

They neighed, front hooves raised high, but were instantly encased in ice, frozen in place, becoming lifelike sculptures.

Shi Feiyang stood in the center of this world, with both palms ferociously moving, faster than lightning, leaving spectators dazzled.

At this moment, his hands were like two invincible Celestial Frost Blades, emanating a cold aura, slicing through the air with a whistling sound.

Where the palm wind reached, the air seemed to be cut by invisible blades, producing a ”hissing” sound, groaning in torment.

He danced in mid-air with his palms, and every swing kicked up a fierce gust, like sharp sickles, instantly slashing countless Mongolian Cavalry.

The Mongolian Cavalry hit were torn apart like broken dolls, limbs flying everywhere.

Blood splattered, instantly solidifying into droplets in the cold air, like strings of red gemstones, scattering on the ground, quickly staining this once vibrant grassland.

Hakutu and Bate witnessed this, their souls terrified, their faces instantly turning paper-white.

Hakutu’s lips trembled, his voice quivering slightly as he spoke, ”What... what divine being possesses such terrifying martial arts!”

Bate swallowed hard and replied, ”We must have hit an evil spirit today; if we continue fighting, we’ll lose our lives here!” The two exchanged a glance, understanding each other, hurriedly spurred their horses around, hoping to escape this dreadful battlefield.

However, as soon as they turned, Lin Wanqing and Bai Zhi blocked their way.

Hakutu looked at Lin Wanqing, seeing her sweet and gentle demeanor, dressed in a simple gown, he harbored disdain, thinking she was merely a weak woman. He viciously drew his Serrated Saber, its blade lined with sharp teeth, flashing cold in the sunlight, exuding a sinister aura, telling of its blood-stained past.

He leapt from his horse like a hungry wolf, lunging at Lin Wanqing, shouting, ”Girl, today your grandfather will show you that this grassland is no place for you to act wild! Surrender obediently, maybe you’ll keep your life!”

Upon seeing this, Lin Wanqing frowned, her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent, her gaze revealing firm determination.

She calmly drew her Long Sword, its blade shimmering with cold light, like an autumn stream, radiating a sharp Sword Qi.

She slightly parted her red lips, coldly saying, ”Ignorant fool, today you will pay for your arrogance!” With that, she executed the ”Longevity Swordsmanship,” the sword wind seemingly gentle, like a spring breeze, softly sweeping by, yet concealing fierce killing intent.

Every thrust carried a spirited breath, sword shadows flickering, dazzling the eyes.

Hakutu swung his Serrated Saber, trying to deflect Lin Wanqing’s swordsmanship, but found his attacks deftly dodged, secretly shocked. He defended while shouting, ”You girl, how skilled you are!”

Lin Wanqing snorted coldly, ”Humph, today is the day of your death!” as her Long Sword’s assault grew fiercer.

Meanwhile, Bate clutched his Serrated Saber, lunging at Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi was dressed in Miao attire embroidered with strange patterns, the patterns seemingly holding mysterious power. Her gaze was firm, holding a silver staff with spikes, shimmering with a cold gleam in the sunlight, the spikes like fangs, exuding an intimidating chill.

She shouted boldly, ”Thief, prepare to die!” and employed ”Mingquan Staff Technique,” the staff shadows heavy, stirring whistling winds.

Every swing of the silver staff made a ”whooshing” sound, like a mountain stream rushing down, majestic in momentum.

Bate wielded his Serrated Saber, engaging Bai Zhi in fierce combat. The two went back and forth, neither yielding.

The air was filled with swirling dust and the constant clash of weapons.

Shi Feiyang maneuvered in the battlefield, striking with overwhelming force, continuing to weave through the remaining Mongolian Cavalry.

His figure, like a streak of white light, where he went, enemies fell.

Instantly, the grassland was littered with broken limbs, blood flowing in streams, forming crimson rivulets, under the scorching sun, emitting a stifling stench of blood. The bloody scent permeated the air, making many nauseous, resembling Human Purgatory.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang’s eyes were like lightning, instantaneously targeting the Sect Leader of ”Seven-Quartet Heart-Locking Sword,” Yuan Yebi.

He twisted his posture, like a beam slicing through the sky, with an unstoppable momentum, flying towards Yuan Yebi.

Sunlight outlined his tall figure.

Yuan Yebi, in the core of the battle, surrounded by a killing aura.

His hands moved rapidly, controlling seven treasure swords forged together.

Under his control, the seven swords glimmered, like seven agile ice snakes, forming a peculiar steel trap, tightly enclosing Wu Zhong and Xiao Lingling in the center.

Within the Sword Array, Sword Qi crisscrossed, producing ”buzzing” howls.

The sound resembled countless ghosts wailing in Nine Nether Hell, sending chills down one’s spine. The surrounding air distorted and trembled under the fierce Sword Qi, scattered wisps of air seemed tangible, splattering around, slicing everything nearby.

Wu Zhong and Xiao Lingling, trapped in a desperate situation, their clothes tattered, shredded into strips by the Sword Qi, fluttering in the wind like fallen leaves in late autumn. Blood-marked, their wounds continuously oozing, staining their clothes red, appearing extremely bleak, hanging by a thread.