King of Hundred Victories Saber

Miao Menlong cooperated with Shan Zhi, drawing his bow and nocking arrows, continuously releasing his divine arrows. In an instant, a rain of arrows intertwined with shadowy darts, the scene was chaotic and death filled the air. Plum blossom darts and divine arrows whistled through the air, creating a shrill symphony with the shouts of the Daoists, and the clash of weapons forming a tragic melody.

The Daoists within the Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Array swung their swords to parry, sword shadows flickering, the clanging sounds incessant.

They continuously moved their steps, treading the positions of the Eight Trigrams and Nine Palaces, cooperating in harmony.

Shan Zhi’s plum blossom darts seemed to malfunction this time, mostly being deflected by the Daoists’ sword swings. However, as the saying goes, ”Evade the first thrust but not the fifteenth” — although the Daoists could deflect Shan Zhi’s plum blossom darts, they exposed their flaws while moving.

Miao Menlong’s eyes were sharp and quick, a glint of excitement flashed in his gaze, and he seized the moment to release an arrow.

With a ”swish”, the sharp arrow pierced through a Daoist’s throat with a whistling wind.

The Daoist’s eyes widened, his hands clutching his throat, blood gushing through his fingers, his eyes filled with fear and despair. He slowly fell down, his body hit the ground heavily, splashing a pool of blood, staining the surrounding ground even redder.

Under the coordination of Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi, in a moment, countless were hit by arrows or darts. Screams echoed one after another between heaven and earth, like a mournful elegy, echoing in this bloody world, narrating the cruelty of this brutal slaughter.

At this moment, more Daoists surged like a tide, surrounding Miao Menlong, Shan Zhi, and the ninety guards, the situation growing increasingly urgent, life and death hanging by a thread.

Shi Feiyang, amidst this fierce melee, moved like a ghost, suddenly flickering and leaping out of the battle circle.

His gaze was like electricity, discovering Shan Zhi and Miao Menlong surrounded by a group of Daoists, the situation dire.

Immediately, he channeled his deep inner strength, exhibiting the awe-inspiring ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique”, executing the domineering move ”Heaven and Earth Longevity”. As he raised his palms high, they resembled two cold-glinting Celestial Frost Blades, exuding a chilling coldness, seemingly capable of freezing all things.

As these palms danced, they looked like an unfeeling harvester, mercilessly reaping towards the Daoists surrounding Shan Zhi and Miao Menlong.

Shi Feiyang shouted: ”How dare you scoundrels act so outrageously here, today I’ll ensure you don’t return!”

His voice resounded like a great bell across the battlefield, carrying a majestic and earth-shaking aura.

Under the powerful rotational force of Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique True Qi vortex, the surrounding air seemed to twist, forming small whirlwinds. Those Daoists only saw a flash of white light before a sharp pain shot through their necks. In reality, Shi Feiyang’s fierce blade energy had already sliced across, and their heads flew like ripened fruits, tracing eerie arcs in the air.

In the blink of an eye, a group of Daoists inexplicably became headless corpses, blood gushing like fountains from their neck stumps, spilling on the withered grass, dyeing it a sheet of blood red.

The headless bodies lay criss-crossed on the ground, a gruesome sight, horrifying to behold.

Zhong Renwang, Dugu Yan, and Wu Xu saw this scene from afar, their faces instantly twisted in rage, like evil spirits appearing.

Zhong Renwang’s eyes widened in anger, almost spitting fire as he secretly thought, ”This Shi Feiyang is formidable; if this continues, won’t our carefully laid plan come to naught? Today, we must kill him here!”

At once, he gathered his energy and leaped, his figure like a black lightning bolt, leaping forward with a fierce momentum.

In mid-air, he exhibited ”Dragon Battle in the Wild” from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, his palms swiftly dancing, bringing a gust of wind, shadowing each palm, resembling countless giant palms striking towards Shi Feiyang, each move forceful and swift, sweeping with overwhelming force, attempting to subdue Shi Feiyang in one go. He roared, ”Shi Feiyang, you evildoer, if you don’t hand over the Xu Fu Immortal Pill and Holy Heart Technique, today will be your death day, humph! Hand over your life!”

Dugu Yan followed close behind, driven mad by hatred, gritting his teeth as he saw Shi Feiyang’s bravery.

He thought bitterly, ”I wielded the blade myself, practicing this ’Ward Off Evil Swordsmanship’, just to avenge the blood feud of my five sons killed by this dog Shi Feiyang’s sword, humph! Today, I will definitely dismember that dog Shi Feiyang.”

He showcased the eerie and unpredictable ”Ward Off Evil Swordsmanship”, his long sword like a nimble viper, glinting with cold light, the sword moves incredibly swift, each thrust aimed at unexpected places on Shi Feiyang.

The swordsmanship lacked form or stance, yet carried an aura of sinister evil, like a ghost in the dark night, impossible to guard against.

As he attacked, he shrieked, ”Shi Feiyang, you made me neither man nor woman, and you killed my five sons, today I will dismember you to quell my wrath!”

Wu Xu, this enchanting beauty, was also not to be outdone, her lithe figure flashed like a red phantom drifting over.

She exhibited the terrifying ”Seven Fiends Pulse-Sealing Technique”, reaching out a delicate jade hand, this seemingly fragile hand concealed a deadly potential. Her fingers darted like lightning towards Shi Feiyang’s crucial acupuncture points like ”Middle Court”, ”Jiuwei”, ”Gujue”.

Simultaneously, she held several three-inch poisonous needles between her fingers, the needles glinting with a cold, ghostly light, carrying a deadly poison.