King of Hundred Victories Saber

The Celestial Silkworm Silk Net in his hand was like a giant white flower blooming in the night sky, swiftly thrown toward the three disciples of the ”Seven Evils Sect.”

The three disciples could not react in time, only seeing a flash of white light before being enveloped by the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net.

Xie Wen gave a strong pull, his robust arm muscles tensed, veins bulging, suspending them in midair.

Then he swung forcefully, as if whipping a thick rope, throwing these three disciples beside the White Tiger on the city wall.

When White Tiger saw this, its originally lazy eyes instantly sharpened like those of an eagle.

It roared, shaking the surroundings as if a thunderous explosion on flat ground, causing the snow on the ground to rustle and fall.

It leapt agilely like lightning, pouncing towards the three disciples. Its blood-stained mouth opened, sharp fangs gleaming cold, like two sharp daggers, instantly biting into a disciple’s arm.

With a fierce shake, White Tiger tore off the disciple’s arm, blood spraying like a fountain, drawing streaks in the air.

The other two disciples turned pale as paper, bodies trembling, struggling desperately but unable to escape White Tiger’s claws, trapped like beasts in a quagmire. White Tiger continued its frenzied biting, and soon after, these three disciples were left with incomplete corpses, severed limbs scattered, blood flowing and rapidly dyeing the surrounding snow red.

In this pure white world, the scarlet was particularly glaring.

Zhong Renwang, known for being insidious and cunning, tightened his heart sharply upon seeing the ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen appear like a specter, as if grasped by an invisible giant hand, panic filling his mind.

He was well aware of the Jianghu situation, knowing Xie Wen often accompanied Shi Feiyang, like a shadow.

Now with Xie Wen appearing here, Shi Feiyang must be close by.

Thinking of this, a chill surged from the feet to the head, quickly spreading throughout the body.

He didn’t have time to think deeply, like a startled wild rabbit, stealthily lying on the ground, movements swift and silent.

Seeing Zhong Renwang’s actions, Ding Hong, Xie Zhichuan, Dugu yan, and others were all shocked.

Though not understanding, seeing Zhong Renwang so panicked, they sensed something was wrong.

So, they quickly followed suit, lying in the snow.

The snow was icy cold, the chill penetrating clothing straight to the skin, but at this moment, everyone ignored it.

Desperately, they reached into the snow, hands rapidly digging as if searching for a precious treasure.

Soon, through everyone’s efforts, each dug a snow pit.

Like frightened mice, they swiftly jumped into the pits, heads slightly raised, eyes bulging like copper bells, tightly watching Wu Lie, Wu Ao, Wu Zan, the ”Seven Evils Sect” leader Zhaxi Banfeng and his disciples, ”Blood Transformation Saber” leader Dorje Maje and his disciples, ”Poisonous Hand Nuwa” Li Wuduo, and many other Martial Arts masters, secretly contemplating the next move, with eyes flickering complex emotions of fear, hesitation, and reluctance.

Yili, after taking the Xu Fu Immortal Pill, had inner strength flowing endlessly like a mighty river, greatly increasing, with martial arts skills improving rapidly.

At this moment, her duel with Zhaxi Banfeng had reached a fever pitch.

With her long sword dancing in hand, Yili’s swordsmanship grew more and more fierce, like a storm, intimidating.

The ”Yunwu Swordsmanship” of the Hengshan Sect was performed to perfection, each move containing infinite variations.

Sword strokes like misty cloud fog in the mountains, elusive, unpredictable, making the trajectory difficult to discern.

Facing Yili’s fierce swordsmanship, Zhaxi Banfeng, though trying to fend off, wielded his ”Seven Evils Palm” densely to resist Yili’s advance, but under Yili’s mighty attack, gradually lost ground.

Sweat beads covered his forehead, breathing became rapid, a hint of panic and fear in his gaze.

Seizing the moment, Yili shouted crisply, her voice like an oriole emerging from the valley yet with immense authority: ”Traitor, prepare to die!”

Her wrist flicked, and the sword instantaneously unleashed a ”Mist Envelopment” move.

Instantly, layers of sword shadows, like rolling mist, engulfed Zhaxi Banfeng.

Zhaxi Banfeng felt a blinding white before him, seeing nothing, as if trapped in a chaotic world, greatly alarmed.

He desperately swung his palms, trying to dispel the sword shadows, but all efforts were in vain.

Before he could react, Yili’s long sword pierced his chest like lightning.

The sword sunk into flesh, emitting a subdued ”puff,” akin to a sharp blade slicing through a ripe watermelon.

Zhaxi Banfeng’s eyes widened, filled with terror and unwillingness, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood, the blood column spouting like a fountain, carving a crimson arc in the air.

His body flew back like a kite with a broken line, dragging a long blood trail on the snow.

Upon crashing heavily on the snow, his body twitched a few times, then ceased, eyes still wide open, narrating his dissatisfaction and remorse. The surrounding snow stained by his blood stood out in stark contrast, resembling a bleak and shocking painting.

Similarly, after consuming the Xu Fu Immortal Pill, Lin Wanqing and the ”Blood Transformation Saber” leader Dorje Maje’s duel had also entered a heated and stalemate phase.