King of Hundred Victories Saber

The ”Longevity Swordsmanship” Lin Wanqing displayed has always emphasized Yirou Ke Gang as its essence. The sword moves resemble the trickling streams in the mountains, seemingly gentle and slow, devoid of any sharpness, yet containing a continuous, ceaselessly powerful Inner Strength.

With the long sword in her hand dancing, each thrust was like the gentle breeze of spring, the blade tracing elegant arcs in the air. However, within these seemingly gentle sword moves hid torrents that, once touching the opponent, could unleash astonishing power.

Dorje Maje’s ”Blood Transformation Saber Technique” was originally known for its fierce and domineering characteristics, with each saber swing stirring a gust of bloody wind, the saber shadows flickering as if capable of tearing even the air apart.

But under the exquisite dismantling by Lin Wanqing’s ”Longevity Swordsmanship,” it gradually lost its original power.

Dorje Maje only felt that each of his attacks was like a stone sinking into the sea, easily defused by Lin Wanqing, while Lin Wanqing’s counterattacks were swift and difficult to guard against. His forehead gradually became covered with beads of sweat, and his breathing grew more rapid. The confidence and ferocity that were once in his eyes were slowly replaced by panic and fear.

Lin Wanqing’s gaze was sharp like a torch, keenly detecting a flaw in Dorje Maje’s moves.

She immediately raised her Liu Mei, a decisive glint flashing in her eyes, and with a gentle turn of her wrist, she executed the finishing move ”Eternal Youth” from ”Longevity Swordsmanship.”

In an instant, the long sword in her hand was like a nimble Spiritual Snake, meandering through the air, and with a speed too fast to cover one’s ears, it stabbed towards Dorje Maje’s throat. Dorje Maje was shocked at heart, wanting to dodge but it was already too late.

He only felt a sharp pain in his throat as Lin Wanqing’s long sword had already precisely pierced through it.

Dorje Maje’s eyes widened, filled with horror and unwillingness. He instinctively clutched his throat with both hands, yet the blood gushed out like spring water between his fingers, streaming down his arms continuously.

His body swayed and slowly fell, and in the final moment of his life, his gaze was filled with fear of death and unwillingness to accept this defeat. Liu Guihua, also benefiting from the Xu Fu Immortal Pill, faced the frenzied onslaught of numerous villains with no sign of fear, standing like a resolute rose amidst a raging storm. The Spirit Snake Whip in her hand, under her control, was wielded with masterful expertise.

The Spirit Snake Whip flew about wildly as if alive, leaving multiple whip shadows wherever it went, striking down villains one after another.

The disciples of the ”Seven Evils Sect” and the ”Blood Transformation Saber” were either dead or injured under her fierce whipping technique.

One ”Seven Evils Sect” disciple was struck by the tip of the whip, his arm’s skin instantly torn, exposing the eerie white bones. With a scream, he fell onto the snow, writhing in pain.

Another ”Blood Transformation Saber” disciple attempted to ambush Liu Guihua but was met with a backhanded lash to the chest by her, sending him flying like a kite with a snapped string, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood, and crashing heavily to the ground, lifeless.

Wu Zan, Wu Ao, and Wu Lie, seeing the situation extremely unfavorable for them, felt scared, exchanged glances, and wanted to escape amidst the chaos. How would Liu Guihua let them off easily? Her beautiful eyes widened, and she shouted, ”Trying to run? Not so easy! None of you are leaving alive today!”

Before her voice had faded, she fiercely swung her Spirit Snake Whip, the tip slicing through the air like a black lightning bolt, wrapping around Wu Lie’s neck.

Liu Guihua pulled forcefully, her arm muscles taut, lifting Wu Lie off the ground, making him soar into the air.

Liu Guihua followed up with a kick to Wu Lie, sending him like a cannonball crashing towards Wu Ao and Wu Zan.

The three collided with a bang, falling to the ground in a pitiable state.

Liu Guihua advanced briskly, raining the Spirit Snake Whip upon them like raindrops, each strike carrying formidable power, lashing them into shreds, splattering blood everywhere.

The three lay on the ground, emitting painful screams, barely clinging to life, their eyes filled with terror and despair.

”Poisonous Hand Nuwa” Li Wuduo, seeing things were going awry, felt as scared as a startled rabbit at heart.

She knew well she was no match for Yili and the others, staying behind meant certain death.

Hence, she gritted her teeth, turned around, and attempted to escape.

Yili, with quick eyes and a quick hand, noticed Li Wuduo’s intention.

She snorted coldly, waved her long sword, and a fierce Sword Qi shot out instantly like an invisible blade, hitting Li Wuduo’s back.

Li Wuduo let out a scream, her body lunging forward, crashing to the ground.

Her back was drenched in blood, staining a large area of her garment.

But she still endured the intense pain, propped herself up with her hands, and continued struggling to flee into the darkness.

In the end, her figure disappeared into the vast snowy night, leaving only devastation and corpses scattered all over.

On the snow, blood and the white snow intertwined, forming an eerie and tragic scene, recounting the thrilling slaughter.