King of Hundred Victories Saber

The Daoist was forced into a corner by Xiao Lingling’s fierce dual blade techniques, struggling to defend and flustered.

In Xiao Lingling’s hands were two blades—one long, one short—working together with seamless cooperation, like two agile and deadly silver snakes flickering with cold light under the sun. She shouted sharply with each move, each strike carrying an unwavering momentum aimed straight at the Daoist’s vital points.

The Daoist, terrified, swung his long sword in panic, attempting to shield himself, but it was like a candle in the wind, on the verge of extinguishing.

Finally, with a deadly strike from Xiao Lingling’s dual blades, the Daoist let out a scream, blood splattering on the spot.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing the surrounding grass in crimson red, resembling a blossoming sea of blood, shocking to behold.

At this moment, just after Xiao Lingling had slain one, before she could catch her breath, another Daoist seized the opportunity to strike, brandishing his sword forward.

Xiao Lingling’s eyebrows arched with tension, her eyes filled with a murderous air, as she unleashed the ”Seven Fiend Saber Technique”. Her long and short blades moved in unpredictable and varied patterns, with the flickering blade light appearing like seven ferocious black bolts of lightning, dazzling to the eye.

This saber technique was insidious and ruthless, each move hiding a mystery, leaving the Daoist bewildered by its peculiarity, as if engulfed in a fog, unsure how to defend.

In less than three moves, Xiao Lingling astutely found an opening, crying out sharply, ”Take this!”

The long blade in her hand cut through the air like a rainbow piercing the sun, stabbing directly at the Daoist’s chest.

The Daoist’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief, as if he couldn’t fathom that he would meet his end here.

He opened his mouth to speak, but only spat out a mouthful of blood, slowly collapsing to the ground, his body twitching slightly before becoming still.

At that very instant, the Daoists of the ”Ghost Shadow Sect” moved swiftly, their eerie Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Array activating instantly, encircling Xiao Lingling tightly within.

Trapped within the sword array, Xiao Lingling felt the intense Sword Qi assailing from all directions, finding herself in a deadlock, perils abound, hanging by a thread.

Despite the fear in her heart, determination shone in her gaze, like plum blossoms standing proudly in the snow, refusing to submit.

She bit her silver teeth, her dual blades swinging faster, the light from the blades flashing, attempting to carve a bloody path out, shouting, ”Even if it costs my life today, I won’t let you scoundrels succeed!”

The Daoists of the ”Ghost Shadow Sect”, relying on this enigmatic Nine Palaces Array, cooperated with each other, engaging in a thrilling life-or-death struggle with the heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association.

In an instant, the sounds of battle cries and clashing weapons intertwined, deafening and echoing through the sky.

In the blink of an eye, blades and swords glinted, blood splattered, creating chaos.

Zhong Renwang, Dugu Yan, and the alluring Altar Master Wu Xu of the Maitreya Sect stood nearby, seeing Liao Pei being slashed by seven swords in an instant, couldn’t help but laugh triumphantly.

The laughter was like the cry of an owl at night, carrying a sinister pride, strikingly jarring on this bloody battlefield.

Zhong Renwang laughed while speaking, ”Hmph, the Heroic Sakura Association is nothing, today will be their burial ground!” These words were intentionally said this way to Wu Xu, with the aim of inciting Wu Xu and Shi Feiyang to engage in a deadly confrontation, allowing him to reap the benefits.

Wu Xu, upon hearing this, indeed chuckled coldly, becoming even more arrogant.

Shi Feiyang, seeing his comrades Liao Pei, Lie Quan, Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling, and others deeply trapped within the Ghost Shadow Sect’s Nine Palaces Sword Array, all badly injured and teetering on the edge of death, felt a burning urgency in his heart, as if a thousand ants were gnawing at him.

He knew well that the situation was critical, allowing no hesitation. At once, he summoned the mysterious and unfathomable Bright Jade Technique, and in an instant, the aura around him surged like the tumultuous waves of the sea, raging endlessly.

His garments rustled, as though they were about to be torn apart by this immense aura.

A piercing chill spread through heaven and earth, with the air around freezing from this cold.

Immediately after, Shi Feiyang executed the ”Snow Blood Claw” Divine Skill from the Holy Heart Technique. This skill, akin to the highest level of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms’ ”Dragon Capturing Technique”, was incredibly powerful, shaking the Jianghu.

His gaze sharp as lightning, he accurately seized the moment in this chaotic world, suddenly reaching out into the void to grab it.

In that instant, the winds and clouds changed color, and the world turned dark. Several crystalline ice pillars seemed to howl from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, carrying an endless biting chill, descending from the sky with the force of a landslide.

With a loud ”bang”, akin to a thunderclap in the clear sky, the ice pillars forcefully struck Dugu Yan’s sword, which was poised over Shi Xiong.

The impact numbed Dugu Yan’s arm, nearly causing the long sword to slip from his grasp.

Dugu Yan’s expression changed drastically, startled within: ”What kind of martial art is this, so incredibly powerful!”

Immediately, Shi Feiyang exerted his strength, drawing the ice pillars, which seemed to possess a life of their own, securely encasing Shi Xiong within.

Then, the ice pillars dragged Shi Xiong through the sky in a breathtaking arc, like a meteor rushing to the moon, finally landing steadily in front of Shi Feiyang.

Zhong Renwang, witnessing this sight, was utterly shocked, his face turning pale as paper, instinctively exclaiming, ”Snow Blood Claw?” Having roamed the Jianghu for decades, he knew well the terrifying power of this skill, not daring to show the slightest negligence.

Instantly leaping, his figure like a black lightning bolt, he soared with a fierce aura.

In mid-air, he executed one of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms’ moves, ”Flying Dragon in the Sky”, raising his right palm high, with immense Inner Strength converged within, descending forcefully toward Shi Feiyang’s head, shoulders, and chest with overwhelming momentum.