King of Hundred Victories Saber

The ”Joined Branches” blade stance unfolded, the dual blades transformed into two silver dragons. The clash of the blade light and ice shards sparked like golden fireworks exploding in the night sky, dancing upon her blood-stained lapel.

”Is that all you’ve got?” Leng Wuxin’s laughter, like silver bells, carried a chilling murderous intent. She suddenly howled towards the sky, her ice-blue True Qi surged. Her Profound Ice Palace’s signature skill, ”Ice Soul Chain Technique,” was unleashed, twelve ice dragons roared out from the void. The dragon scales glistened with the sheen of cold iron, and the chilling breath emitted from the dragons’ wide jaws condensed the surrounding air into visible white mist within a radius of three zhang.

Xiao Lingling’s dark eyebrows furrowed, her pearly teeth gently biting her lower lip. Her hair was blown into disarray by the cold wind, yet her eyes remained as sharp as ever.

Suddenly, her dual blades changed the attack, the ”Mandarin Ducks Soaring in Unison” stance shifted like flowing clouds. As the blades collided with the ice dragons, ice fragments splattered into her hair, resembling a crystalline crown.

Leng Wuxin sensed the unfavorable turn of events, her jade hands swiftly unleashed three palms, and the terrifying pressure of the ”Profound Ice Storm” descended abruptly.

In an instant, the world turned into an Ice Purgatory, a ferocious wind carrying countless ice blades formed an enormous ice tornado.

Xiao Lingling’s crimson soft armor was slashed with several cracks, and her moon-white fighting attire was covered in frost flowers. Yet, biting her bloodied lip, she resolutely wielded her dual blades into a wheel of light. The clash of blades and ice shards echoed with continuous metallic ringing.

Her gaze grew ever sharper, exuding a determination of ”Though a thousand men stand before me, I shall go forth,” despite her hair being messily stuck to her cheek, despite the blood trickling down her arm onto the hilt of the blade. Her grip remained steadfast as a rock.

”Let’s see how long you can hold on!” Leng Wuxin’s eyes flashed with madness, the ice tornado suddenly accelerated, contracting as innumerable ice shards shot towards Xiao Lingling like a torrential rain. In that crucial moment, Xiao Lingling suddenly abandoned her blades.

Utilizing the suction force of the ice tornado, she launched herself towards Leng Wuxin like an arrow leaving the string, her left hand scabbard carrying the finesse of ”Su Qin’s Sword,” precisely struck the ”Shenmen Acupoint” on the opponent’s wrist.

Leng Wuxin’s wrist went numb, her Profound Ice True Qi dissipated instantly, causing the ice tornado to collapse with a thunderous crash.

At this moment, Xiao Lingling stood ragged yet upright, her hair flying exuded an aura of gallant sharpness. Her right hand thrust the short blade against Leng Wuxin’s throat, her gaze icy as frost: ”Your ice art, though strong, is overwhelmed by sheer force. My Mandarin Duck Saber technique embraces both strength and softness, using finesse to counter force. Can you defend against this ’Paired Swallows’ killing strike?”

With that, she thrust with force, piercing Leng Wuxin’s throat and palate, her eyes widening in shock. Blood gushed from her mouth, dripping onto the pristine skirt, blooming into eerie red flowers.

Xiao Lingling withdrew the short blade, picking up the Mandarin Duck Saber to find its blade densely covered with micro-cracks.

She gently caressed the blade, revealing a smile to the pouring rain, one that was both sprightly girlish and composed from surviving life-and-death.

She turned back to dive once more into the fierce battle with her enemies. Her moon-white fighting attire stained with blood, her crimson soft armor tattered and torn, yet the silhouette of her wielding dual blades resembled an ever-fading portrait of a heroine, possessing the gentle beauty of a maiden yet concealing a bravery unyielding to men.

The rain poured torrentially, and within the Profound Iron Array, the flashes of lightning illuminated Mo Wuhen’s figure, casting it into alternation between brightness and shadow.

This top assassin of the Shadow Pavilion wore a pure black fighting attire, with only a pair of hawk-like sharp eyes visible beneath his face mask. On the hilt of the short sword at his waist, the skull tattoo unique to the Shadow Pavilion emerged faintly in the rain.

He crouched slightly, his whole being like a panther poised to strike, emanating a chilling aura of slaughter.

”Sneaky vermin, taste my arrow!” Miao Menlong’s loud shout resounded like thunder.

The Divine Archer stood atop a Profound Iron Pillar, his bowstring drawn like a full moon, the Star-Chasing Arrow in his hand flickered with a purple electric glow.

Following a sharp exclamation, the arrow shot forth, actually attracting a thunderbolt from the sky, a purple lightning bolt following the arrow shaft downward, filling the air with a pungent burnt smell.

Mo Wuhen let out a cold snort, his figure flickering ghost-like, deploying the first move of ”Shadowless Ten Kills Sword,” ”Ghost Shadow Piercing Cloud.” His short sword carved a strange arc, moving too fast for the naked eye to track, each strike aimed at Miao Menlong’s throat. The afterimages left by the sword blades in the rain seemed like black venomous snakes, hissing and rushing towards their prey.

Miao Menlong’s pupils contracted sharply, his feet tapped lightly on the iron pillar, his figure agilely flipped backward.

The Star-Chasing Arrow collided with Mo Wuhen’s short sword, purple lightning and chilling brilliance intertwined, unleashing a deafening boom.

A powerful shockwave spread in all directions, the nearby Profound Iron Pillars vibrated violently, the sparking flames dazzling the rain-soaked sky.

”Is this all you’ve got?” Mo Wuhen’s voice was icy as frost, laden with heavy mockery. His form vanished again within the rain curtain, and in the next moment, he appeared to Miao Menlong’s left side, his short sword slithering like a venomous snake towards the opponent’s side.

Miao Menlong reacted with extreme speed, a soft whip from his waist swung out, entangling Mo Wuhen’s sword.

But this top assassin of the Shadow Pavilion flicked his wrist, his short sword suddenly changing direction, slicing towards the whip.

At the critical moment, Miao Menlong released the whip, retreating swiftly.

His hands moved in succession, sending out three arrows in a triangular formation, performing his ultimate skill ”Three Stars Pursue the Moon.”

The arrow whizzed with sharp piercing sound, drawing three strange arcs in the air, sealing off all of Mo Wuhen’s retreat paths. Mo Wuhen’s expression changed slightly, his short sword spinning into a whirl of sword flowers, trying to parry.

However, Miao Menlong’s archery was exquisite, one arrow precisely penetrating Mo Wuhen’s left shoulder. Blood spurted out like a fountain, staining his black attire red.

Mo Wuhen let out a muffled groan, his figure stumbled, yet he remained gripping the short sword tightly, a trace of ferocity flashing through his eyes.