King of Hundred Victories Saber

Lie Quan’s Heaven and Earth Saber drew a dazzling arc of light, employing unpredictable techniques like ”Heaven and Earth Sun and Moon Slash” and ”Sky and Earth Reversal.” Wherever the saber light reached, the broken swords and limbs of the pirates fell into the sea.

Xiang Kun, seeing this, placed the iron flute to his lips, playing the ”Iron Flute Sword Waves.” The flute sounds turned into sonic waves attacking the pirates. Many pirates clutched their ears in agony as blood flowed from their seven orifices.

Xie Wen moved like a ghost along the ship’s edge, launching Flying Eagle Darts at the pirates’ throats and eyes.

His figure was elusive and hard to pin down, deftly avoiding the pirates’ attempts to surround him, and counterattacking with lethal strikes. Meanwhile, Fu Bu Guizang remained hidden in the mist, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Suddenly, a cold gleam shot out from the mist, targeting Shi Feiyang’s face.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes sharpened, activating the Bright Jade Technique to ”Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison.” His skin became nearly transparent as cold energy surged around him.

Using his palm as a saber, he executed ”Heaven’s Edge” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. His palm wind howled, carrying a momentum like mountains crashing against each other.

The clash of forces erupted into an earth-shattering explosion, causing huge waves to rise several yards high in the surrounding sea.

Fu Bu Sanzang emerged from the mist, ripples appearing on the surface of his shark scale armor after colliding with Shi Feiyang’s palm force.

”Central Plains boy, you have some skill!” he laughed sinisterly, ”But in my Great Fusang’s Sea Fog Killing Formation, you all must die!”

As he spoke, he wielded a short blade rapidly, causing the sea fog to thicken, accompanied by ominous wailing sounds.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly: ”Such ghostly tricks dare to show off in front of the Central Plains Martial Arts!”

His palms struck continuously, blending the Hundred Victories Saber Technique with cold energy to create interwoven golden and white saber qi.

The saber qi radiated like a blazing sun, slicing through the sea fog wherever it went.

Liao Pei, Lie Quan, Xiang Kun, and Xie Wen saw this, their spirits lifted, each unleashing their trademark skills to support Shi Feiyang’s offensive.

Amidst the fierce battle, the water dragon cannon of the fortune ship fired again.

This time, Shi Feiyang activated the Bright Jade Technique, infusing his inner strength into the firearm.

With a few thunderous blasts, the water dragon charged with powerful force, crashing into the pirate ships like a thunderbolt. Cracks began to appear on Fu Bu Sanzang’s shark scale armor under the dragon’s impact, revealing a look of panic.

Shi Feiyang seized the moment, leaping like lightning before Fu Bu Sanzang.

The Bright Jade Technique operated at full strength as he pressed his palms onto Sanzang’s shoulders, cold energy penetrating along the meridians to the core: ”Pirate villain, you’ve harmed countless of my people, today is your day of reckoning!” In an instant, ice crystals formed on Sanzang’s limbs, turning him into an ice sculpture.

With a crisp sound, his body shattered into countless ice shards, scattered by the sea breeze.

The pirates, losing their leader, fell into chaos as the heroic factions of Xiong Ying pursued aggressively.

Liao Pei’s Long Arm Fist, Lie Quan’s Heaven and Earth Saber, Xiang Kun’s iron flute, Xie Wen’s Flying Eagle Darts, all coordinated with Shi Feiyang’s Hundred Victories Saber Technique, breaking the pirates’ armor and helmets. On the sea, blood mingled with the spray as the pirate ships burned furiously in the flames.

The mid-autumn steppe had been soaked by frost and snow, the withered grass rustled in the north wind, like the whimpering of countless dying souls. On the walls of Wulang City, Yili stood in her scarlet battle armor, like an everlasting flame, proudly in the cold wind.

The golden threads on her armor were embroidered with a fierce celestial wolf totem, rising and falling slightly with her movements, exuding a majestic and domineering aura.

She wielded a long sword, its blade encrusted with ice that reflected a chilling light, mirroring the fury in her eyes.

The present Yili had long shed the gentle image of a former martial arts beauty, her brows and eyes filled with the iron-willed decisiveness of a female leader.

Her hair was unkempt in the wind, a few strands sticking to her blood-stained cheeks, without diminishing her heroic presence.

Gazing at the enemy forces outside the city, her phoenix eyes widened, with a cold gleam flashing, like a mother lion poised for attack: ”Imperial Court dogs, do you truly believe Naiman has no one?”

Her voice was loud and resolute, reverberating across the sky, filled with chilling intimidation.

Before her words even finished, a rain of arrows fell from the city walls, Yili moved deftly, swinging her sword, saber qi rippling, causing arrows to fall to the ground.

Bai Zhi’s poisonous insect net wrapped beside her, rising in purple mist, accompanied by harrowing shrieks.

She took the opportunity to survey the battlefield, her eyes as sharp as a falcon, constantly monitoring the shifts in battle.

Hu Shen stood at the front of the formation, the Xiezhi embroidery on his mantic robe stained with blood.

Beside him, the Western Regions Corpse Master wore a robe made of human bones strung together, each bone emitting a strange blue-gray hue, clashing in the wind, producing an unsettling ”kaka” sound.

The Corpse Master’s figure was hunched, resembling a walking skeleton, with skin shriveled against bones, displaying a morbid grayish-green.

His face was even more terrifying, with sunken eye sockets and glowing green pupils like burning ghost fires, spreading a ghostly light as his mouth maintained an ever-present sinister smile, mocking life and death of everything.

A large string of skull prayer beads hung around his neck, with red gemstones embedded in each skull head’s eye sockets, flashing with an ominous glow as he moved.

His right hand wielded a pitch-black bone staff, the top carved with a grimacing ghost face, from whose mouth black corpse energy sporadically seeped, permeating the air, causing grass blades to wither and rot instantaneously.