King of Hundred Victories Saber

Wu Qu tightly grasped the black smoke pipe made of dark iron in his hand, his eyes wide open, filled with ferocity and determination.

He executed the ”Wind and Thunder Acupoint Technique,” and his aura suddenly changed, akin to a storm carrying thunder, filled with a murderous intent.

In the intense battle, his body moved like lightning, relentlessly charging at Liu Yehua. The smoke pipe in his hand was like a nimble yet deadly venomous snake, aiming straight at Liu Yehua’s vital acupoints.

While attacking, he shouted angrily, ”Liu Yehua, you senseless creature, today will be your burial ground, and I will show you the might of Old Wolf Stronghold!” His voice was filled with boundless rage and killing intent, echoing through the air, making the surrounding atmosphere tremble.

Liu Yehua’s expression was solemn, resembling a towering iceberg, showing no fear against Wu Qu’s fierce offensive.

The Hundred Leaves Saber in his hand glimmered with a cold light under the sunlight, akin to dazzling stars in the night sky. He exhibited the ”Hundred Leaves Blade Technique,” his body twirling, the saber flying up and down, flashing with every swing, each stroke carrying a fierce force, with the sound of the saber wind howling, making a ”whoosh whoosh” sound.

Then, Liu Yehua snorted coldly, a sound like ice shards fracturing in the cold night: ”Wu Qu, your evil deeds are plenty, today will be your dying day! Watch how I eliminate evil for the people!” The two fought fiercely in this world, in a difficult struggle.

Wu Qu’s Wind and Thunder Acupoint Technique was ruthless and bizarre, every swing of the smoke pipe carrying a gust of wind, slicing through the air with a ”sizzling” sound.

Liu Yehua’s Hundred Leaves Blade Technique was extraordinarily exquisite, the blade moves unpredictable, sometimes attacking fiercely like a storm, sometimes as cunning and deceptive as a spiritual snake, bewildering and elusive. The two moved rapidly, trading blows like two entangled dragons, each move deadly and threatening.

The surrounding ground, pitted and battered by their powerful Inner Strengths and weapon gusts, spattered soil everywhere.

The nearby vegetation, under the impact of this tremendous power, broke and fell, branches and leaves shattered and flew.

Seeing no progress in his prolonged assault, Wu Qu became increasingly anxious, intensifying his attacks.

He shouted loudly, deploying a lethal move from the Wind and Thunder Acupoint Technique, ”Wind Thunder Striking the Summit.”

Only to see him raise the smoke pipe high, carrying an unstoppable momentum, fiercely smashing down on Liu Yehua’s head. The smoke pipe held the power of wind and thunder, compressing the air to make a ”buzzing” sound.

Seeing this, Liu Yehua’s heart trembled, fully aware of this move’s power. He dared not confront it head-on, hurriedly employing the ”Leaf Dancing in the Returning Wind” move from the Hundred Leaves Blade Technique, his body quickly spinning and the saber forming a tight defensive barrier in front of him.

With a resounding ”clang,” like a mighty bell’s toll, Wu Qu’s smoke pipe crashed heavily onto Liu Yehua’s Hundred Leaves Saber, sparks flying.

Wu Qu felt his arm go numb, nearly losing grip of the smoke pipe.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Liu Yehua deployed the ultimate move ”Hundred Leaves Falling” from the Hundred Leaves Blade Technique. He shouted, a voice like thunder, and the Hundred Leaves Saber instantly transformed into countless saber shadows, like autumn leaves in the wind, swirling towards Wu Qu.

This move was a mix of reality and illusion, hard to discern the real from the fake. Wu Qu was in utter fear, hurriedly waving the smoke pipe to defend. However, Liu Yehua’s saber shadows were too numerous to evade, and a saber shadow slashed across his throat.

”Ah!” Wu Qu let out a miserable cry, clutching his throat, with blood gushing through his fingers.

His eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness, his body swayed a few times, then slowly fell.

”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong, towering and sturdy like a majestic mountain, exuded a powerful sense of oppression.

His face was resolute, beneath his thick brows, his sharp eyes like cold stars, reflecting a calm and wisdom earned from long years in Jianghu.

His face bore the marks of time from years of wandering Jianghu, a shallow scar extending from the corner of his eye to the mouth, adding an extra layer of wear and mystery.

Wu Zhong devoted himself to Shaolin from a young age, apprenticed to famous masters, dedicatedly practicing the Inner Power of the ”Six Harmonies True Scripture,” with a profound foundation renowned in Jianghu. A man of integrity, hating evil like an enemy, intolerant of injustice in the world.

This time, the battle with the ferocious bandit Wu Yuan of Old Wolf Stronghold was because he couldn’t stand the usual arson, murder, looting, and evil deeds of Old Wolf Stronghold.

In the fierce battle with Wu Yuan, Wu Zhong’s aura was calm as a mountain, his robe fluttering in the wind.

”Wind Thunder Spear” Wu Yuan, agile and swift, clad in black tight clothing, made him look even more upright.

His features were stern, with a cold and arrogant look in his eyes exuding a natural ferocity.

As a well-known figure in Old Wolf Stronghold, Wu Yuan grew up bathed in the influence of its evil power, developing his arrogant and unscrupulous character. Blind to the evil acts of Old Wolf Stronghold, he viewed them as a manifestation of the strong dominating, brimming with hostility towards anyone daring to challenge Old Wolf Stronghold’s authority.

The tiger head spear in Wu Yuan’s hand was his reliable weapon in Jianghu, with countless innocent lives taken under its grip over the years. In the intense battle with Wu Zhong, his eyes were full of disdain and killing intent, as if Wu Zhong before him was just a sheep to be slaughtered.

The two figures intertwined, attacking and counterattacking, like two entangled dragons, stirring the world and changing the weather.