King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 1231: Chapter 319: Iron Palm Lovers Battle the Steppe Tent, Poison Whip and Broken Sword Weep for the Wilderness

Shi Feiyang wiped the corner of his mouth, a gleam of coldness flashing in his eyes: “Perfect timing.”

He suddenly released his hand, plunging like a meteor, his palms crossed mid-air slashing out with the killer move “Heaven and Earth Share Longevity” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique! The icy blue knife energy transformed into a ten-zhang long rainbow, cutting down humans and horses waist-high wherever it went, severed limbs and broken arms flying through the sky.

The general with the golden helmet finally couldn’t hold back, urging his horse, saber swinging straight towards Shi Feiyang’s face: “Watch the saber!” Yet Shi Feiyang revealed a ghostly smile, a whirlpool-like suction emerging from his palm. Before the saber could touch, the general felt a tremendous force pulling his weapon, causing him to plunge forward.

Shi Feiyang took the opportunity to grip his wrist vein, the coldness of the Bright Jade Technique piercing directly into the heart: “Tell your master, the knife of the Heroic Sakura Association is dedicated to slaying the dogs of the Imperial Court…”

Before the words could barely fall, the general had already turned into an ice sculpture, Shi Feiyang just flipped his wrist, and the ice man collided into the cavalry formation, shattering into a ground full of ice crystals.

The Ming Army’s morale collapsed greatly, some threw away their helmets and fled, others knelt and begged for mercy.

Shi Feiyang stepped slowly forward across the blood-soaked ground, every swing of his palms bringing forth a cascade of blood flowers.

His skin became increasingly transparent, like an ice sculpture shrouded in cold mist, as he passed by, the wounds of the injured instantly frosted over.

When the last cavalryman had his chest bone shattered by Shi Feiyang’s palm wind, the valley had already transformed into an Asura Hell, only the heroic members of the Heroic Sakura stood in the center of the bloody pool, their clothes fluttering, each of them like a Demon God descending to earth.

Outside the Kerchin Royal Tent, the wild wind roared like ten thousand galloping horses, carrying sand and grit to collide against the cowhide tent, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

The beast oil lamp flickered in the wind, projecting the twisted shadows of everyone onto the felt walls, like a chaotic dance of demons. Wu Zhong’s palm exerting the Iron Palm Technique to 70% power, could feel the bronze wine bowl handed by Lu’er Wuliu scalding like a charcoal even through the deerskin glove.

This Kerchin Leader’s bristly beard was frosted white, he heavily knocked the wine bowl onto the sandalwood table, causing the silver drinking utensils on the table to jingle and reverberate.

“The Imperial Court wants me to send troops to Naiman?” Lu’er Wuliu’s hawk-like gaze swept over everyone, a low, cold laugh emanating from his throat, “The Heroic Sakura Association’s 300,000 disciples are camped on the grasslands, Naiman City’s defenses are impregnable. This battle won’t be easy.”

He deliberately paused, his fingertips stroking the turquoise-inlaid knife handle, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes.

Xiao Lingling pressed on her waist-mounted Mandarin Duck Saber, the gilded pattern made her palm ache. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Miao Menlong’s fingers gently resting on the bowstring, the peacock feather arrows in the quiver at his waist glimmering with a faint blue cold light under the candlelight.

Shan Zhi was playing with plum blossom darts, the blade scraped against his fingernail making a piercing “shhh” sound, this subtle sound in the silent tent seemed extraordinarily heart-stirring.

The Jinyi Guard garrison commander Nangong Quan suddenly slammed the table, his fat hand shaking the mare’s milk wine to splash over the bowl edge: “Why must Lu’er Leader boost others’ morale!” His brass voice rattling the tent top dust to fall, “This box of gold is enough to buy 3,000 fine horses, and further have our Jinyi Guard elites assisting!”

With that, he smugly stroked the Brocade Spring Saber at his waist, the cloud patterns on the scabbard faintly visible in the firelight.

Jinyiwei Thousand Households Yin Tianhan wickedly rubbed his hands, ten purple-black nails gleaming strangely: “My Thousand Spider Poisonous Hand seals the throat upon seeing blood. Those grassland men, are nothing but lambs awaiting slaughter.” His laughter sharp as a night owl, making one’s spine chill.

One-armed swordsman Tie Wendie’s solitary eye flashed with cold light, the broken sword at his waist suddenly emitting a dragon roar.

He pressed Zhu Yulong’s shoulder, his hoarse voice saying: “Let’s show these savages our skills later.” Zhu Yulong and Ren Xiaoyan exchanged a smile, dual blades clashing, the sparks illuminating the ruthlessness in their eyes.

The Kerchin Royal Tent quaked violently in the fierce wind, the beast oil lamp flame pressed almost out by the air currents, projecting the twisted shadows of the crowd into sinister demon shapes. At the instant Wu Zhong struck with the Iron Palm, Lu’er Wuliu’s neck veins bulged, his bristles sweeping over the silver cup on the table with sharp tinkling mixed with the air’s tearing screech, the scimitar three inches out of the sheath’s cold gleam glaring out Nangong Quan’s grin curling at the corner of his mouth.

“Indeed a traitor!” Nangong Quan’s brass-like roar rattled the tent top wool to fall, his hefty body airborne as the Profound Iron Heart Guard hidden under the brocade robe reflected a bizarre light. The surge from the Great Vajra Palm blast etched web-like cracks into the felt walls, while the palm shadow was yet to arrive, Wu Zhong’s back garment already scorched with scorching palm wind.

Yin Tianhan’s ten fingers clawed at Xiao Lingling’s face, the slicing sound of purple-black nails through the air ear-piercing.

The poisonous mist from the Thousand Spider Poisonous Hand rolled in the candle flame, unexpectedly solidifying into hundreds of wriggling spider shadows. “Little lady’s soft skin, perfect for my poison skill!” As he wickedly laughed, his neck veins convulsed with each tremor of toxin spider threads.

Tie Wendie’s one eye glowed with bloodthirsty red light, the broken sword unsheathed a sudden dragon roar shaking the sky. The sword shadow of “Beginning of One Yuan” morphed into nine streaks of cold gleam, the sword edge was yet to reach, Miao Menlong’s beast leather armor had web-like cracks from the sword Qi.

Every sword swing by the one-armed swordsman had his scar on the broken arm seep black blood, glinting eerie phosphorescence in the moonlight.

The Zhu Yulong couple wielded their dual blades, “No Cultured Beauty as a Companion” and “Qingfeng Leads the Jade Pendant Down from the Jade Terrace” interspersed into a radiant dance of death.

Ren Xiaoyan twirled with a graceful shout, the crisp clash of hair adornments with the whistling knife wind fused into one, the arc drawn by the grip precise as a ruler, forcing Shan Zhi repeatedly back, the boot soles ploughing two bloody tracks on the woolen carpet.

Lu’er Wuliu suddenly emitted a wolf-like mad laugh, the runes on the scimitar twisting like live creatures in the firelight.