King of Hundred Victories Saber

Miao Menlong untied the treasured eagle bow from his back, the mahogany bow body glistened with the rain.

He fitted the arrow and pulled the string, the bowstring’s quiver mixed with the thunderous roar.

Three armor-piercing arrows shot out into the air, the barbed steel tips gleaming cold in the rain, precisely nailing into the copper ring at the junction of the bamboo tubes.

The clash of copper and iron burst into sparks, the ancient pipe let out an unbearable groan.

Shan Zhi shook open the plum blossom dart pouch, twelve silver darts flew from his hand, like stars falling to the ground, striking the throats of twelve traitorous archers, blood mixed with rain forming eerie patterns on the blue stone.

Shi Xiong wielded the White Rainbow Treasure Sword to cleave open the wooden palisade, the dragon chant of the sword hadn’t faded, chains suddenly clanged from beneath the ground.

Dozens of black-clad death warriors broke through the soil, hooks dipped in ghostly blue poison coiling like spiritual snakes towards everyone’s ankles.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched his foot upon the ground and soared into the air, his dark combat gear billowed like a sail, his palms thrust out the Hundred Victories Saber Technique’s ”Heaven’s Edge”! Nine golden saber qi spread out in a fan shape, severing the hooks wherever they went, those death warriors and their armor were cleaved in two, mangled limbs rolled with mud and water in the torrential rain.

”Well, a splendid Dark Crossing!” When Shi Feiyang landed, the green bricks shattered, his ice-blue True Qi shook three nearby death warriors into spitting blood.

However, torches floated like ghost lights in the distance, hundreds of traitors wielding long knives surged forward, the gleaming blades forming a blood river in the rain.

Xie Wen’s shoulder-mounted eagle suddenly shrieked, he took out an eagle whistle and blew strange melodies, the eagle shot towards the traitor’s torch formation like an arrow leaving the string.

Miao Menlong’s bowstring sounded again, armor-piercing arrows exclusively targeting the torch bearers’ wrists.

Shan Zhi’s plum blossom darts transformed into silver rain, sealing the attacking momentum of the front row of traitors.

Shi Xiong’s White Rainbow Treasure Sword executed the ”Thirteen Life-taking Swords”, each and every sword strike targeted the throat, blood splattered upon his youthful face but accentuated his eagle-like sharp gaze even more. Shi Feiyang rotated his Bright Jade Technique to its zenith, ”Infinite Asura’s Human Purgatory”, his whole body surged with ice-blue True Qi, forming an illusory ice dragon in the rain.

”Break!” The ice dragon roared, storming into the enemy formation, it frostily enveloped soldiers in its wake. Shi Feiyang’s palms thrust out ”Sun and Moon Together Shine” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, two massive golden saber shadows pressed down like Mount Tai, cleaving a three-zhang gap in the traitor formation.

Nonetheless, a leader suddenly emerged from the formation, clad in mysterious iron armor, the Wolf Fang Club in his hand swung imperviously against the wind and rain. It was Luo Cheng of the ”Blood Wolf Fang” under Yang Yinglong. ”Shi Feiyang, give your life!” Luo Cheng’s roar deafened everyone, the forceful wind from the Wolf Fang Club condensed the rainwater into droplets, shooting them towards the crowd. Shi Xiong raised his sword to block but was shocked until his tiger’s mouth cracked; Miao Menlong’s arrows were directly shattered by the Wolf Fang Club.

Shi Feiyang’s pupils narrowed, ice-blue True Qi flowed along the Hundred Victories Saber’s momentum, where the palm’s edge reached, the air emitted a piercing screech: ”Since you call yourself Blood Wolf Fang, today let your blood stain Wu River!” In a flash, they exchanged blows, the pouring rain seemed pushed apart by the surge.

Shi Feiyang’s ”Red Dust Slash” collided with Luo Cheng’s ”Wolf Fang Shatters Mountains”, erupting with a thunderous crash like landslides and earth splitting.

Shi Feiyang’s ice-blue True Qi tangled with Luo Cheng’s blood-colored Gang Qi, blue stones reduced to dust where they passed.

Shan Zhi seized the opportunity, tossing out three Bone-Piercing Nails, but Luo Cheng counter-struck with a swing, shattering them, fragments nearly injuring Shi Xiong.

Lan Xiaodie’s Green Phosphorus Sword drew a peculiar arc, the Five Poison Totems on the blade emitted ghostly light.

She used ”Butterfly Shadow Step” to move behind Luo Cheng, aiming a scorpion tail dart directly at the Mingmen Acupoint. Luo Cheng was forced to defend.

Taking advantage of the situation, Shi Feiyang’s palms thrust out ”Heaven and Earth Together Longevity”, golden palm shadows enveloped with the icy chill of Ice Soul Cold Prison shattered Luo Cheng’s Protective Gang Qi. The Wolf Fang Club flew from his grip, Luo Cheng’s chest armor split, and the blood he spat formed a mist in the air.

With Luo Cheng’s fall, the traitor formation descended into chaos.

Shi Feiyang watched the bamboo tube connection of the ancient pipe break off, water from the dark river gushed forth, scattering the remaining siphon devices.

He wiped the rain from his face, gazing at the dawn breaking on the horizon, ice-blue True Qi circulated in his palm: ”With the siphon tubes destroyed, the fire cannon has no worries. But when will this Jianghu’s blood rain finally cease?” As the last siphon pipe collapsed in an explosion, Shi Feiyang smiled looking towards the Ming Army Camp’s direction.

Yet not a breath exhaled, strange bamboo whistles sounded from the depths of the bamboo forest, seven dark shadows stepped upon the accumulated water, appearing like specters on the mountain ridge.

”Central Plains Martial Artists are but hollow repute. Engaging in such sneaky deeds, what kind of heroes and mighty men are they?” Fu Bu Guizang unhurriedly removed his ghost mask, revealing a face covered in knife scars. The chrysanthemum-patterned short sword at his waist glowed with a ghostly blue light, the six Japanese invaders behind him drew their blades, the sound they made slicing through the rain formed a strange rhythm.

Seeing things turn amiss, Xie Wen hurriedly carried Shi Xiong, tossing out the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, enveloping Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi, using Feixu Qingyan Technique, hovering in mid-air. This way, Shi Feiyang bore no burden, focusing entirely on the group of Japanese.

Shi Feiyang’s body circulated with ice-blue True Qi, condensing falling raindrops into ice crystals, he shouted: ”Japanese invader scoundrels, how dare you rampage on our Great Ming land!” His words barely finished when the seven shadows simultaneously launched their attack.

Fu Bu Guizang deployed Fog Concealment Clone Technique, his figure intermittently appearing in the bamboo forest, the water vapor stirred by the blade like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the bamboo branches with his toe, showcasing the wondrous Lightweight Technique of ”After finishing, wipe the clothes and leave”.

But the Japanese blade routes were extremely tricky, each slice aimed directly at the vital points of the heart.

A black shadow suddenly ambushed him from behind, the Japanese Saber carried a foul wind aiming straight at his back.

Shi Feiyang spun, flipped sideways, and thrust out ”Red Dust Slash” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique with both palms!