King of Hundred Victories Saber

In her fierce battle with the man in grey and the man in black, she seemed to move with ease and confidence.

Her figure was graceful and ethereal, like a butterfly dancing in a fierce gale, light and elegant, weaving through the shimmering blades and swords as if she were a fish in water. The bamboo saber in her hand danced, its cold light flickering, each swing bringing a sharp wind, carrying the chilling air from the mountains.

The bamboo saber clashed with her opponents’ weapons, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

The grey-robed scholar and the black-robed scholar she fought against, however, were already terrified.

Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if they had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness. After all, two of their companions had already met brutal deaths in this courtyard, the bloody scenes haunting them like a nightmare, impossible to shake off.

At this moment, they had no desire to continue fighting, only wishing to escape this terrifying inn, to flee from this hellish place.

However, Guo Xiangyu would not let them go easily. Her beautiful eyes filled with a fierce glint, she shouted charmingly, ”Today, you have committed many evil deeds, don’t even think of escaping from my grasp! Hand over your lives!” With that, the bamboo saber in her hands swung even more swiftly, performing the sect’s ultimate skill ”Qimen Sancai Saber Technique,” a technique of unpredictable changes. Every move and style hidden with mysteries, tightly ensnaring the grey and black robed scholars, making it difficult for them to escape.

Shi Feiyang stood to the side, witnessing all this, shaking his head with a sigh, and said, ”This Jianghu is fraught with hardships, and strife is endless, bringing suffering to all beings, which is against my wishes. Though I, Shi Feiyang, am but a martial man, my heart is with the world, thinking of all living things. Today, I must cleanse this world of evil, restore clarity to the Jianghu, and bring peace to the people.” His voice, deep and powerful, echoed through the heavens and the earth, carrying an imposing aura and a heart that embraced the world, akin to a great bell tolling, shaking the soul.

Meanwhile, Xie Wen and Shi Xiong cooperated seamlessly with Shi Feiyang, the three of them standing quietly to the side, their postures upright, like three towering mountains, firmly blocking the retreat path of the grey and black robed scholars, these two beasts.

Shi Feiyang’s expression was as cold and severe as frost, like the cold moon in a dark night, his eyes exuded authority, and that gaze seemed able to penetrate the human heart, making one shiver with fear. Xie Wen’s gaze was like lightning, his sharp eyes always vigilant of the two beasts’ every move, his Celestial Silkworm Silk Net in his hands swaying slightly in the breeze, like a lurking beast ready to strike at any moment, to deal a fatal blow to the enemy, living up to his name as the ”Flying Eagle Detective,” his keen insight and decisive actions were revealed without a doubt.

Shi Xiong was gripping the Poisoned Horned Cone tightly, a cruel smile on his face, similar to a devil crawling out of hell, just waiting for the slightest flaw from the two beasts, ready to drag them into an endless abyss, delivering a fatal blow, showcasing his fearless courage and viciousness akin to a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger.

In the courtyard, the cold wind was like an enraged beast, still howling incessantly, madly stirring up the foul mixture of blood and dust on the ground, intertwined and diffusing a nauseatingly strong bloody scent, akin to an invisible haze, shrouding the entire courtyard.

Guo Xiangyu and the figures of the grey and black robed scholars appeared and disappeared in the shadowy night, ghostly in their movements. The flashes of blades and swords glinted on, the fierce battle continued with fervor, the situation seemingly, gradually becoming apparent, and victory’s balance seemed to shift silently towards Guo Xiangyu’s side.

However, just as everyone thought that this fierce battle was about to conclude perfectly with Guo Xiangyu’s victory, a sudden change descended like a thunderbolt.

The white-robed scholar who had been lying on the ground, seemingly lifeless and motionless like a dead object, at this crucial, life-or-death moment, unexpectedly twitched slightly. Immediately after, he leapt up as if a ghostly figure launched from the depths of hell, with endless resentment and murderous intent, sprang vigorously. His speed was such as a white streak of lightning, cutting through the ink-like dark night sky in an instant.

The treasure sword in his hand flashed with a deep, eerie light, like a poised venomous snake flicking its tongue, prepared to attack, carrying with it a sharp Sword Qi, thrusting swiftly towards Shi Feiyang’s back.

It turned out, the white-robed scholar had cultivated a rare and unique Turtle Breath Technique, a cultivation technique so exquisite, allowing him to feign death at critical moments to deceive everyone’s senses. The previous state of demise was merely a ploy he meticulously devised to feign death and lay in ambush, solely to await this perfect moment to deliver a lethal strike to Shi Feiyang, to avenge the past defeat.

Known for his incredible martial prowess in Jianghu, Shi Feiyang had extremely keen senses, as sharp as the eagle’s eye in the night sky, he instantly sensed the piercing killing intent coming from his back. Without hesitation, relying on the rich experience and instinctive reactions honed over years in Jianghu, he sidestepped to dodge, his motions like flowing clouds and running water, achieved in one smooth action.

At the same time, the Bright Jade Technique was invoked. In an instant, True Qi surged around him, like a galloping river, forming a rapidly rotating vortex of True Qi. The vortex resembled a small cosmic black hole, radiating a formidable attraction and deterrence, twisting and warping the surrounding air with immense force, producing a ”buzzing” sound.

The white-robed scholar’s treasure sword, carried by the whistling wind, like a sharp razor, grazed past Shi Feiyang’s attire, bringing with it a biting cold breeze. Shi Feiyang’s garment was shredded by the Sword Qi, slivers flying in the air, like petals drifting in the wind, appearing exceedingly disheveled.