King of Hundred Victories Saber

”The Ningxia stronghold is built against the mountain, with three sentry posts and twelve hidden stakes.”

Xie Wenying’s eyes gleamed like electricity as he lowered his voice, ”The change of shift at eleven forty-five tonight is the perfect opportunity.”

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his robe fluttering as he employed the supreme lightness technique ”Deep Concealment of Body and Name,” transforming into a fleeting shadow that skimmed across the ground swiftly.

The rest followed closely, like silent phantoms sailing through the night sky, their toes touching the withered grass without making a sound.

Just as they stepped into the range of the stronghold, a black shadow suddenly leapt down from a watchtower.

The patrol disciple wielded a black flag, his eyes sharp as an eagle’s. Upon catching sight of the group, his pupils narrowed instantly, and he was about to shout a warning.

Shi Feiyang lightly tapped his foot, his figure turning into a white light and reaching the opponent’s side in the blink of an eye.

He moved like lightning, his fingers precisely striking the other person’s mute point, then exerted force with his palm. The disciple groaned, falling to the ground like a kite with its string cut, even the copper bell at his waist didn’t make a sound.

Shi Feiyang bent down to examine the body, his fingers stained with a touch of black blood, his expression grim, ”It’s a hidden weapon coated with ’Ten Fragrance Muscle Softening Powder.’”

He turned to the group, his eyes flashing with cold light, ”This place is already covered with a trap of heaven and earth, do not be careless.”

Before he finished speaking, distant torches began to waver, more than twenty disciples of the Holy Sect encircled them with bone blades in a fan shape.

Liao Pei sneered, his arms abruptly lengthening three feet as he unleashed the Long Arm Fist’s ”Long Arm Like Ape” technique, weaving through the enemy like a phantom.

Where his fists reached, the sound of bones breaking echoed, several disciples were unable to react before their meridians were shattered, collapsing on the ground. Lie Quan’s Qiankun Saber traced a Yin Yang Fish silhouette, ”Qiankun Eight Array Saber” scattered, the saber light formed a net, trapping five enemies within, the blade passed through, scattering blood everywhere.

Xiao Lingling shouted sharply, the Mandarin Duck Saber transformed into thousands of butterfly shadows, the killing move of the ”Seven Fiends Bone-Piercing Saber” continued endlessly.

Her form agile, she maneuvered among the enemy, as the saber light flickered, seven Poisoned Bone-Piercing Nails fired out, those hit screamed and clawed at their throats, dying of poison in moments.

Miao Menlong drew his bow and arrow, the arrow whispering piercingly through the air, its arrowhead glowing with a faint blue light, aimed at throats and eyes, every arrow claimed a life.

Shi Feiyang wielded the Celestial Frost Blade, executing Bright Jade Technique to the perfect level, coldness emanating from him.

He unleashed the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique” move ”Frost Covers the Sky,” the saber light pouring down like a galaxy, where it reached, enemies froze into ice sculptures and then shattered into pieces by the sharp saber aura. The bloody scent hung in the night, mixing with windblown sand, making one nauseous.

As the fierce battle raged, suddenly a bell rang from deep within the stronghold, three long and two short, it was clearly the Sect’s warning signal.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze grew intense, he said in a deep voice, ”Reinforcements are coming, we must be swift and decisive!”

Upon hearing this, the group attacked even more fiercely, forcing the Western Holy Sect disciples to flee in disarray, leaving bodies strewn everywhere.

And at this moment, the stronghold’s gate slowly opened, dozens of Holy Sect experts holding torches poured out, a more brutal battle was imminent.

The cold stars dimmed in the night sky, the stronghold’s copper bell suddenly rang out like tearing cloth, its sound waves bounced against the cliffs causing echoes, startling the old crows on the edge of the cliff into chaotic flight.

Shi Feiyang had not yet passed the third sentry post when he saw black robes surging from all directions, hundreds of Holy Sect experts treading over corpses surrounded them, the moonlight flowed on their bone weapons, casting a faint green light in their eyes.

”What vermin dares!” The leading protector was as sturdy as an iron tower, his knotted muscles tightened the black robe, dried blood stains clinging to his steel needle-like beard.

He shook out the Nine-Sectioned Chain Whip, the sound of its iron rings like a death knell, ”Dare to tread the forbidden ground of the Sect, and you shall be sacrificed with blood to the Black Demon God!”

Before his voice fell, the whip tip had turned into a black lightning heading straight for Shi Feiyang’s throat.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, mist surged around him abruptly.

This Bright Jade Technique practiced to the perfect level manifested the aura freezing the surrounding ten zhang into a frost prison. He stepped the ”Dragon Walk Seven Steps” sidestepping to avoid, his left hand Divine Dragon Claw pierced through the air, fingers wrapped in black qi forming five dragon-like phantoms—this was Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique’s masterpiece ”Dragon Roar Nine Heavens”!

Where the claw wind passed, the air emitted an ear-piercing tearing sound, even the snow on the ground twisted into blood-red ice shards.

The protector’s expression changed drastically, the chain whip spun rapidly like a wheel, weaving an impenetrable iron curtain before him.

The moment whip shadows clashed with dragon claws, sparks flew, unexpectedly erupting in purple-black poisonous smoke.

It turns out this whip had been soaked in the Western Regions’ ”Bone-Eroding Powder,” one touch and it corrodes.

Shi Feiyang lightly tapped his toes, flipping onto the three-zhang-high watchtower. The Celestial Frost Blade outlined a half-moon of silver, and the Red Dust Slash of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique carried a fierce blade aura, smashing the entire mud wall into powder.

Liao Pei’s arms suddenly extended three feet longer, and the Long Arm Fist’s Chain Life-taking Hand exploded like a torrential rain of pear flowers. He focused his attack on the lower half, each punch shattering the blue bricks into pieces while thirty-three Holy Sect disciples couldn’t dodge, their knee bones shattered on the spot as they rolled on the ground screaming.

Lie Quan bravely wielded the Qiankun Saber, the Eight Trigrams Runes on the blade shining bright. The Qiankun Eight Array Saber transformed into a Yin Yang Fish shadow, enveloping all seventy-five attackers. Where the blade swept, blood spurted like a fountain.

Xiao Lingling’s Mandarin Duck Saber suddenly split, revealing the deadly move of the Seven Fiends Bone-Piercing Saber. The hidden mechanism ’clicked’ softly, and seven Poisoned Bone-Piercing Nails shot out in the formation of the Big Dipper. A Holy Sect elder tried to block with a wave of his sleeve, but the blue poisonous tip swiftly spread along the sleeve, turning the whole arm into puss in an instant. His horrific scream had barely started when Xiao Lingling’s saber light severed his throat.

Miao Menlong drew his bow like a full moon, the whistle of arrows piercing the air sharply. He targeted enemies’ eyes, the arrowheads glowing with eerie blue, exactly the ’Sealing Blood upon Throat’, a secret poison from Miaojiang passed to him by Madam Shi Bai Zhi.

Whenever the bowstring gently twanged, someone would cover their bloody eye sockets and collapse in spasms.

Shan Zhi’s Plum Blossom Darts transformed into three blood-red plum blossoms, cutting mysterious arcs through the air, targeting the enemies’ backs.

Those struck would invariably fall forward, making a choking sound in their throats.

The ground was soon turned into a shocking blood red within moments.

The night wind thickened with the scent of blood, Guo Xiangyu’s bamboo saber reflected a cyan light under the moon, its hilt wrapped with a red ribbon soaked in Drunken Immortal Powder.

Her movements were butterfly-like, using the Qimen Sancai Saber with indistinguishable mastery.

When her bamboo saber point aimed for the chest acupoint of a Sect disciple, a trace of faint blue powder drifted with the wind. The disciple’s wrist had just been slashed open, suddenly his pupils dilated, throat emitted raspy sounds, and black blood seeped from his seven orifices, turning him into a heap within three steps.

Wu Zhong’s palms flew, the shadow of the Three-headed Angry-eyed Vajra in his palms exuding golden light.

Where the Demon Subduing Divine Palm’s gust reached, the air seemed to explode, three Holy Sect elders were struck such that their internal organs shifted, bloody bits mixed with flesh sprayed from their mouths and noses, crashing into the ground forming a ghastly blood pit.

The ground had long been corroded with holes by the Western Regions’ Bone-Eroding Powder, each drop of blood raised toxic smoke, dyeing the white snow a bizarre dark purple.

Shi Feiyang stood at the peak of the watchtower, the Celestial Frost Blade unstained by blood, yet emitting a chilling aura captivating to the heart.

He howled skyward, his voice echoing across the wilderness, Bright Jade Technique circulating to perfection, the cold around him morphing into a hundred-zhang ice dragon. ”Those who invade Central Plains, although far, shall be exterminated!” The ice dragon plummeted, where it passed, Holy Sect disciples were instantly frozen into glistening ice sculptures. Shi Feiyang lightly tapped his toes, the saber light pouring down like a galaxy, the ice sculptures shattering, severed limbs and fragments dancing amidst the flying ice crystals.

Xie Wen deployed the Feixu Qingyan Technique, his figure floating like a ghost.

His left hand held the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net shimmering silver, his right gripped the Nine-Section Steel Whip laced with barbs, each traversal producing a piercing sound.

The silkworm net descended on thirteen Holy Sect disciples, binding them helpless, the steel whip then like a venomous snake bit their throats and Dantian, blood droplets dripping from the whip tip, forming winding blood lines on the ground.

Shi Xiong’s slender figure weaved through the bloody mist, the White Rainbow Treasure Sword reflecting a frigid light, each swing carried a sharp wind-breaking sound.

As the sword blade clashed with the Wolf Fang Club, sparks like fireflies burst forth, illuminating his clenched jaw and eyes burning with battle spirit.

At the moment the iron tusks of the club shattered, he lunged forward like an arrow off the string, thrusting the sword point precisely into the opponent’s face, an audible ’crack’ ringing, as if the death god’s harp string had been plucked fiercely.

Guo Xiangyu’s hand gripping the bamboo saber had long been soaked with sweat, her finger joints whitened yet tightly clasping.

Her gaze was unwaveringly fixed on Shi Feiyang’s figure, like vines chasing sunlight, unwilling to shift for even a second.

Seeing him surrounded by enemies, her heart felt pierced by thousands of silver needles simultaneously, a cry with a sob escaping from her throat: ”Do not harm my young master!” The bamboo saber in her hand transformed into a cyan light, the Three Talents Linked Ring Slash unfolding smoothly like flowing clouds and water.

Her posture was as light as a butterfly, yet carried an undeniable fierceness.