Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 175: Sea Dragon Tunnel Storm: Fei Wenxing's Three Moves to Decide the Outcome
In the Miao village, the warm spring sun shines through the layers of branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

All around, tall trees are lush and green, and their branches and leaves sway gently in the wind, making rustling whispers.

Unknown wild flowers are blooming wantonly, red, pink and purple, dotted among the grass. The rich fragrance of flowers fills the air, adding a bit of leisurely vitality to the Miao village.

In the distance, the sound of a gurgling stream came, playing a soothing melody.

However, in this picturesque and beautiful scene, Shi Ying suffered a backlash from the male Gu.

In an instant, a bone-wrenching pain completely overwhelmed her like a surging tide.

Her body twitched violently as if struck by lightning, and she collapsed to the ground without warning.

Her face was distorted with agony, her features almost huddled together. Beads of cold sweat, the size of a dam bursting, continuously rolled down her forehead, soaking the hair at her temples. Her lips trembled as she let out shrill, desperate moans.

The sound was like a wail from the depths of the Eighteenth Level of Hell, wailing and echoing, piercing one's heart, sending chills down one's spine and making one's hair stand on end. Her hands clawed uncontrollably at the ground, trying to relieve the excruciating pain in her body that felt like thousands of ants gnawing at her internal organs.

The sharp nails rubbed violently against the rough ground, making a "crunching" sound. In a moment, the nails broke one after another, and bright red blood flowed down the fingertips, leaving shocking bloodstains on the ground.

However, all this was in vain. The excruciating pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow did not diminish at all, but instead grew more intense like a raging fire.

She had been scheming and plotting against others with all kinds of sinister and vicious means, and now the retribution had fallen on her. She truly deserved it, and was incompatible with the beautiful environment of the Miao village, just like a withered flower eroded by darkness, withering in the light.

The Miao village saint stood quietly by, witnessing Shi Ying's miserable state. Her heart was filled with a mixture of bitterness, pity, and regret. Despite all the bad things Shi Ying had done before, those evil deeds were like a dark cloud, shrouding the saint's heart and making her extremely disgusted.

But when she saw the pitiful tortured appearance in front of her, the saint's soft heart was finally touched.

She frowned slightly, a hint of sadness seemed to gather between her eyebrows, and a trace of pity flashed in her clear eyes. She slowly looked at Shi Feiyang and said softly: "Master Shi, God is merciful. Now that she has suffered this retribution, let us show mercy and let her live."

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his eyes revealing his approval of the saint's kindness.

He thought to himself that it was rare to find someone in this world who could remain so tolerant in the face of hatred.

Then, Shi Feiyang turned his gaze, his hawk-like eyes sharp as a hawk's, and cast towards Fei Wenxing, winking gently, subtly conveying this favor to Fei Wenxing. After all, fighting in a foreign land required the support of local martial arts heroes.

Although Shi Feiyang is not an official, he is very good at winning people's hearts and gathering various forces to serve the Xiongying Club.

Fei Wenxing understood what he meant and hurried forward, carefully helping Shi Ying up.

At this time, Shi Ying was as weak as a candle in the wind, her legs were soft and weak, and she could hardly support her body.

Fei Wenxing had no choice but to half-hold and half-drag her. The two of them looked so thin and disheveled in the blood-red afterglow of the setting sun.

They limped away into the distance, getting farther and farther away, and finally disappeared in the orange-red halo.

The Miao village saint gazed at Shi Feiyang, her eyes filled with reverence and admiration. She exclaimed, "Master Shi, you have the world in your heart and are a hero. You always return victorious from every battle. You are truly a role model for us, the children of the Jianghu. Now that the imperial court is in trouble and the people are suffering, it is my honor to work with you to help the court quell the rebellion and restore a peaceful world where the people can live and work in peace. I will follow your lead, Master Shi."

Shi Feiyang was overjoyed upon hearing this, a pleased smile blooming on his face. He said, "Saint, you are too kind! Blessing the people and restoring peace to the world is the responsibility of righteous men like us. Now that the rebels are wreaking havoc everywhere, the people are in dire straits. We will do our utmost to defeat them. Later, when we attack Hailongdun, my Xiongying Society's Eagle Detective Xie Wen will go to your camp to discuss strategies with you. I will take my leave today. Please take care!"

After saying this, he bowed respectfully to the Holy Maiden of the Miao Village, then turned around and strode away with firm steps.

Shi Feiyang returned to Feihu Pass, and the heroes of the Xiongying Society were already eagerly awaiting his arrival. Upon seeing him return, they flocked to him, eagerly asking about the progress of the joint efforts with the Miao village to suppress the rebellion.

Shi Feiyang's face was filled with smiles, and his voice was as loud as a bell. He said in a clear voice: "Brothers, the great thing has been accomplished! The Miao Village is willing to join hands with us to help the court suppress the rebellion and restore peace to the people!"

Upon hearing this, the heroes erupted in joy. Their cheers were deafening, like rolling thunder, echoing for a long time over Feihu Pass, demonstrating their unwavering determination to quell the rebellion and benefit the people.

In mid-spring, the land of Bozhou seems like a dreamland carefully decorated by nature, overflowing with vigor and vitality everywhere.

The azure sky is as clear as a gem, without a trace of impurities. The white clouds are like fluffy and soft marshmallows, floating leisurely in it, sometimes changing into various wonderful shapes, adding a bit of lively beauty to the blue sky.

The warm sunlight poured down unreservedly, and the golden light was like countless gentle silk threads, caressing every inch of the earth, completely dispelling the remaining chill of winter, and the world was immersed in a warm atmosphere.

The trees in the mountains are lush and green, like a green ocean.

The newly sprouted green branches and leaves sway gently in the breeze, as if dancing happily, making a rustling sound, as if whispering to the spring breeze.

Wild flowers bloom all over the mountains. The red ones are like burning flames, warm and unrestrained; the pink ones are like clouds in the sky, soft and delicate; the white ones are like the first snow in winter, pure and holy.

They are intertwined with each other, competing with each other in beauty, emitting bursts of charming fragrance, attracting bees and butterflies to fly busily among the flowers, buzzing and adding infinite vitality to the beautiful scenery.

However, behind this picturesque beauty, the shadow of war, like a dormant beast, quietly enveloped this land. The Ming army and the rebels had already begun fighting, and the battlefield was filled with smoke and flames.

Thick smoke covered the sky and obscured the bright spring sunshine. The sounds of shouting and the clashing of weapons intertwined together, breaking the original tranquility.

Ming army general Guo Dunpin was extremely anxious and hurriedly sent someone to Feihu Pass to deliver the letter.

The messenger rushed all the way, covered in dust and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

The letter stated that the Ming army encountered stubborn resistance from the rebels when attacking Hailongdun. Hailongdun was located in a strategic location, easy to defend but difficult to attack. The Ming army was unable to cross this natural barrier, and the battle was at a stalemate.

At this time, Fei Wenxing, the leader of the "Seven Star Dragon Abyss", led some righteous warriors from Bozhou to Feihu Pass to join Shi Feiyang. Although they looked exhausted after traveling all the way, their eyes were filled with determination and enthusiasm.

Shi Feiyang and the heroes of Xiongying Society were overjoyed upon seeing this, their faces filled with genuine joy.

Afterwards, Shi Feiyang enthusiastically introduced his three wives to Fei Wenxing and the people in the Bozhou martial arts world.

Gong Simeng wore a pale blue brocade robe embroidered with delicate orchid patterns. As she walked, the orchids seemed to sway gracefully in the wind. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back, gently tied up with a white jade hairpin. A few strands of hair fell beside her fair face, adding a touch of gentleness to her appearance.

Her face was like a peach blossom in full bloom in spring, delicate and rosy, her skin whiter than snow and as delicate as mutton-fat jade. Her eyes were bright and clear, like a spring, and her gaze revealed tenderness and dignity.

She has a temperament like orchid, and her every move is elegant, with an otherworldly charm.

Born as a maid in Shenshui Palace, she is not only good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also often holds elegant gatherings in the mansion, where she sits together with literati and scholars to drink tea, discuss philosophy, and exchange poems and songs. Her indifferent smile makes her look like a fairy in a painting.

Maggie Cheung was dressed in a red tights that highlighted her slender figure, and a red belt around her waist added a touch of heroism. Her hair was tied up high in a neat ponytail, looking clean and fresh.

The lines of her face were hard yet beautiful, and her eyes were bright and sharp, revealing a sense of courage and determination.

Under the high nose bridge, thin lips are slightly raised with a confident smile.

As the daughter of a military family, she possessed exceptional martial arts skills, exceptional swordsmanship, and a deep understanding of military tactics. On weekdays, she often trained the disciples of the Xiongying Society in troop formations, personally demonstrating the intricacies of the "Seventeen Armor-Breaking Formations" and the "Six-Harmony Sword Formation." Her dashing and heroic demeanor captivated the disciples.

Baizhi was wearing a plain long skirt with elegant herbal patterns embroidered on the hem, which was simple yet charming.

Her long hair fell softly over her shoulders, casually tied with a green ribbon. Her face was delicate, her skin a faint pink, like a flower in bloom in spring. Her large, watery eyes were clear and lively, always radiating kindness and gentleness.

She is proficient in both witchcraft and medicine. She is kind-hearted and often carries a medicine basket on her back, walking in the streets and alleys of Bozhou and in the fields, curing illnesses and saving lives for the people. She always has a warm smile on her face, which makes people feel very kind and she is deeply loved by the people of Bozhou.

Shi Feiyang looked earnestly at Fei Wenxing and the righteous warriors of Bozhou, and began introducing the heroes of the Xiongying Society one by one. "This is 'Iron Palm' Wu Zhong, strong enough to lift a tripod, his iron palms capable of splitting monuments and shattering stone. That is 'Water Dragon' Jin Liufu, whose sword strikes are as fast as lightning, his sword moves extremely sharp..."

His voice was steady and powerful, and as he introduced each person, he elaborated on their unique abilities. Everyone clasped their fists in greeting, and for a moment, the sounds of clasping fists and greetings blended together, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere, as if they were close friends who had known each other for years.

Fei Wenxing looked at the scene in front of him, and a complex emotion arose in his heart.

He recalled the past when he was bewitched by Shi Ying and invited Shi Feiyang to fall into the trap she set many times.

But Shi Feiyang never felt bad about his behavior. Instead, he repaid evil with kindness and always treated others with kindness.

Once, under the coercion of Shi Ying, he led Shi Feiyang into a valley full of traps. He thought that Shi Feiyang would be in desperate situation, but he not only successfully resolved the crisis, but also advised him kindly afterwards without any intention of blaming him.

How can one not be moved by such magnanimity and generosity?

Fei Wenxing secretly clenched his fists and vowed in his heart that he must follow Shi Feiyang, do his part to quell the chaos in Bozhou, completely break free from Shi Ying's control, and bid farewell to the dark Tianmo Sect.

Fei Wenxing then stepped forward, bowed to Shi Feiyang, and said, "Master Shi, I was deceived by a treacherous person before and disrespected you many times, but you always treated me with tolerance. Now I have fully come to my senses and have mobilized the righteous warriors of Bozhou to join you. I am willing to serve you and help you put down the rebellion. This rebellion in Bozhou has caused untold suffering to the people. We must restore peace to them as soon as possible and give them a better life!"

Shi Feiyang smiled with relief, patted Fei Wenxing on the shoulder, and said, "Senior Fei, there's no need to talk about the past. It's a blessing that you've come to your senses and joined us in working for the welfare of the people. Together, we can surely put down the rebellion!"

Afterwards, Shi Feiyang knew that the war was urgent, his expression changed, and he immediately waved his hand and led the disciples of the Xiongying Society to rush to Hailongdun to join the battle.

He left behind Liao Pei, the master of Tongbi Fist, Lie Quan, Gong Simeng, Shi Xiong, Xiang Kun, the master of Iron Flute, and seven thousand disciples of the Xiongying Society to guard Feihu Pass. He solemnly warned them, "Feihu Pass is a crucial position in the rear, and it is crucial to the foundation of our army. You must hold fast to it and ensure the stability of the rear!"

Everyone responded in unison, their voices echoing through the sky.

Shi Feiyang led the leader of "Seven Star Dragon Abyss" Fei Wenxing, "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong, "Archer" Miao Menlong, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi, and 1,300 disciples of the Xiongying Society, and quietly headed to Hailongdun under the cover of night.

We passed through the Miao village on the way, where traditional architecture was meticulously arranged. Wooden stilt houses nestled against the mountainside, their lower floors elevated to protect against moisture and wild animals. The buildings were supported by sturdy wooden pillars, stained a deep brown by age. These pillars were intricately carved with auspicious birds and animals, as well as mysterious totemic symbols, showcasing the exquisite craftsmanship of the Miao people.

The upstairs corridors were lined with colorful laundry hanging out to dry—bright reds, bright yellows, and deep blues, casting dappled shadows in the moonlight. Last year's bountiful harvest was also hung along the corridors: golden corn and fiery red peppers, adding a touch of homely charm to the Miao village. The roofs, mostly covered in green tiles, were layered like fish scales, shimmering with a cool light in the moonlight.

There is also a magnificent drum tower in the village with flying eaves and brackets, which is magnificent.

It is not only a landmark building of the Miao village, but also an important place for the tribe to discuss and gather.

The main body of the Drum Tower is dominated by vermilion, which is solemn and majestic. With golden decorative lines, it exudes a majestic atmosphere in the night.

On the top of the drum tower stands a wooden carved eagle with its wings spread out, ready to fly. The eagle's feathers are painted blue-black, as if guarding the entire Miao village.

The Miao village saint and 1,300 Miao village disciples joined Shi Feiyang's team and headed to Hailongdun together.

Hailongdun, located in Bozhou, resembles a natural fortress, surrounded by sheer karst cliffs that seem to have been carved by ancient giants with massive axes. They stand upright, towering into the clouds, seemingly piercing the heavens.

Under the cover of night, these cliffs are like dormant giant beasts, exuding a terrifying aura.

The cliffs are covered with jagged rocks, some of which are like sharp swords piercing the sky, and some of which are like ferocious beasts with bared fangs and claws, adding a bit of danger and mystery.

The mountain wind whistled past and blew on the cliffs, making a shrill sound, as if these "giant beasts" were roaring softly.

To climb up, one needs not only extraordinary courage but also extraordinary skills. If one is not careful, one will fall into the abyss and be shattered to pieces. The crowd quietly came to the foot of the cliff and prepared to climb.

Suddenly, a low roar came from the darkness: "Who are you, the villain, who dares to trespass into Hailongdun!" With the sound, the seven Miao generals appeared.

They were of burly stature, holding various weapons in their hands. In the night, they looked like seven ferocious demons, emitting an aura that should not be underestimated.

The first one is Miao Ji, the deputy chief of "Leigong Village". He is tall and strong, like a small mountain.

He held a thick mace in his hand, and the spikes on the mace flashed with cold light.

The second is Hei Hu, the deputy chief of Leigong Village. He is agile and strong, like a nimble cheetah.

He used a pair of tiger-head hooks, flashing with cold light.

The third one is Yun Huamei, the deputy leader of "Leigong Village". She is dressed in gorgeous clothes and has a pretty face but a cold look.

The fourth is Lei Zhenshi, the leader of the "Thunder God Village". He is tall and has a voice like thunder. He holds a pair of thunder hammers with mysterious runes engraved on them.

The fifth is Ying Bufan, a fierce bandit from Leigongzhai. He is thin and has eyes as sharp as an eagle. The sixth is Hu Ya, who likes Bai Zhi and is a tiger general under Yang Yinglong.

The seventh is Shi Dali, the leader of the "Giant Stone Gate". He is extremely strong and holds a huge stone club in his hand.

Huya caught sight of Baizhi and his eyes instantly bulged like bells, blazing with rage as if he wanted to devour her alive. He clenched his teeth, cheeks puffed out, and cursed through them, "You bastard, you're so bold! How dare you deceive my trust and steal the Hailongdun defense map? Humph! Today, I'll make sure you're slain and shed my blood! I'll vent my hatred!"

The sound was like a bolt of thunder from the blue sky, reverberating back and forth within the narrow and deep cliffs, making everyone's ears buzz.

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi's delicate face instantly turned as pale as paper, devoid of color, like a delicate flower suddenly fading in the bitter frost. Her lips trembled slightly, like leaves shivering in the autumn wind. She tried to speak in defense, but her throat felt so dry it seemed to smoke, and she couldn't utter a single word. Past memories of her time with Hu Ya flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

Back then, Hu Ya, though a humble man, had cared deeply for her and asked about her well-being. But now, due to different positions, for the sake of her beloved Shi Feiyang, and to help the court officials and soldiers quell the rebellion that was wreaking havoc on the people, she had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure and deceive Hu Ya.

At this moment, facing Hu Ya's angry rebuke, guilt and sadness completely overwhelmed her like a tide. She was full of bitterness, but helpless.

But soon, a hint of determination flashed in Bai Zhi's eyes, like a flash of lightning in the cold night.

She gritted her teeth, leaving a faint bloody mark on her lower lip. Then, she angrily scolded, "Tiger Tooth, please stop being foolish! You aided the rebels in their evil deeds, disturbing the people's peace. Now the imperial court has sent a righteous army to quell the rebellion, in accordance with the will of the people. If you could stop and lay down your butcher knife sooner rather than later, you still have a glimmer of hope. Why fight like hell and resist so stubbornly?"

When the Miao village saint saw this, her eyes widened and she let out a delicate cry.

The cry was clear and loud, yet it carried an aura that could not be underestimated, like the cry of a phoenix in the sky.

Her figure was like a gorgeous colorful phantom, wrapped in a sharp gust of wind, rushing towards Huya swiftly.

The Miao Dao in her hand flashed with cold light, and she swung it quickly in the air, displaying the Miao family's unique sword skills.

She was agile and her sword was sharp. Sometimes she jumped high and swung her long sword from top to bottom with the force of splitting mountains and splitting rocks; sometimes she turned sideways and the Miao Dao slashed out like a black lightning; sometimes she turned her wrist and the Miao Dao was like a snake coming out of a cave, piercing Tiger Tooth's throat.

Each strike was fierce and fierce, pressing hard against the tiger's fangs' vital points, exuding a chilling aura that made people shudder.

Hu Ya snorted coldly, his expression stern and unhurried.

His aura surged like a surging tide, his body radiating a faint golden glow. Clearly, he had pushed the power of his "Thunder God Fist" to its limit. His fists whirred with the sound of wind, and each blow was like a cannonball fired from a cannon, smashing towards the Miao village saint with tremendous force.

His fists were powerful and powerful, their shadows heavy, intertwining with the sword light of the Miao village saint. The fist wind and the sword energy collided with a dull yet loud "bang bang" sound, just like the dull beating of war drums, and sparks flew everywhere, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the night sky.

The two figures flashed and intertwined like ghosts, fighting back and forth, neither giving in, and for a moment it was difficult to tell who was better.

The two sides had a disagreement, and in an instant, the entire battlefield fell into a purgatory of fierce fighting.

The shouts and sounds of weapons clashing intertwined and echoed, deafening, as if tearing the silent night sky apart.

Miao Ji, the deputy chief of "Leigong Village", is as tall and strong as a towering and unshakable mountain.

His broad shoulders seemed to be able to carry the world, and his strong arms seemed to be able to break huge trees.

At this moment, he was holding tightly in his hand an extremely thick mace, the shaft of which was covered with sharp spikes. In the dim light, it flashed a chilling cold light, just like countless pairs of cold eyes spying on its prey.

Miao Ji let out an earth-shattering roar, a roar like a bell, as if bursting directly from his chest, shaking the air around him. He unleashed the "Dragon Dance" move, and the mace in his hand spun at an astonishing speed, so fast that it was blinding and only a blurry black shadow could be seen.

The mace whipped up a powerful whirring sound, as if a poisonous dragon hidden in the darkness roared in anger, carrying a rolling black wind and sweeping in all directions. As the mace danced, a nauseating dark green poisonous gas filled the air.

The poisonous gas slowly spread out like thick smoke, making people dizzy and almost vomiting.

"Water Dragon" Jin Liufu witnessed this scene, secretly feeling bad, and dared not slack off even a bit. He quickly activated his "Golden Goose Skill" and in an instant, his figure became as light as a swallow. With a light tap of his toes, he floated up like a feather.

The long sword in his hand was unsheathed with a "swish", and the blade flashed with cold light, like a pool of autumn water.

He used the "Eight Trigrams Wandering Sword Technique" and moved quickly around Miao Ji, his figure erratic.

Sometimes he attacked from the left, his long sword carrying a sharp force, slashing at Miao Ji like lightning; sometimes he suddenly attacked from the right, the sword flashing, and approached Miao Ji's waist. His sword skills were strange and varied, attacking Miao Ji from all kinds of tricky and strange angles, the sword flashing, making it impossible to defend against it.

Miao Ji swung his mace and tried to block the blow. The mace collided with the long sword, making a deafening "clang clang" sound, just like the roar of metal hitting metal, and sparks flew everywhere, like a string of dazzling sparks.

The two men fought back and forth in a fierce battle. The surrounding ground was shaken by their powerful internal strength, and dust and gravel flew everywhere.

Black Tiger, the deputy chief of "Leigong Village", is agile and nimble, like a ferocious cheetah that can move freely in the dense forests.

His movements were light and swift, and every step he took was silent, yet carried a deadly deterrent force.

At that moment, he clutched a pair of tiger-head hooks, polished to a dazzling shine. In the dim light, they gleamed with a cold, deadly glint. Black Tiger roared, his voice like a tiger's roar, and unleashed his "Black Tiger Heart-Rip" move.

His two hooks were like two extremely ferocious tigers with bared fangs and claws, pouncing towards the "centipede" Gongsun Ren swiftly.

He beat her while cursing, swearing profanities: "Damn it, I use a hook, and you use a hook too. You blind thing, how dare you show off in front of me? Today I must let you know how many eyes the Horse King has!"

Gongsun Ren remained undaunted, his expression calm and composed as he swiftly danced with his two hooks. His movements were impenetrable, their shadows casting a heavy shadow as they collided with Black Tiger's, producing a crisp, melodious "ding-ding" sound like a fierce metallic symphony.

The two figures moved quickly, and in the close combat, their moves were extremely brutal, and if one was not careful, one would die.

Lei Zhenshi was tall and imposing, like a towering iron tower, giving off an indestructible, oppressive vibe. His voice was deafening like thunder, and every word he spoke seemed to shake the earth.

At this time, he was holding a pair of thunder hammers, on which were engraved mysterious runes. Those runes seemed to contain ancient and powerful power, emitting a mysterious and strange aura.

Lei Zhenshi roared loudly, his voice resonating in all directions, and unleashed his "Thunderbolt" move. He raised his hammers high in the air, his arm muscles bulging and veins bulging, as if brimming with boundless power.

Then, he brought his two hammers down with tremendous force. The ground shook violently due to the unimaginable power. Cracks instantly appeared on the ground and spread out like a spider web.

He was like an extremely swift tiger, rushing towards Miao Menlong with an unstoppable momentum.

Seeing this, the "master archer" Miao Menlong remained calm and composed. He quickly drew his bow and arrow, his movements smooth and natural.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring at Lei Zhenshi closely, as if he could see through his every move.

He loosened his fingers slightly, and the sharp arrow, like a streaking meteor, pierced the sky with a sharp, piercing whistle, shooting straight towards Lei Zhenshi's throat. The arrow drew a straight black line in the air, moving at such a speed that it was impossible to catch it.

Lei Zhenshi sensed the danger and was shocked. He hurriedly swung his thunder hammer, trying to knock the arrow away.

The hammer collided with the sharp arrow, making a crisp and loud "clang" sound, like the ringing of a huge bell.

The sharp arrow was knocked away by the hammer, changed its direction, and shot into the nearby mountain wall with a "whoosh" sound, the tail of the arrow still trembling slightly.

Ying Bufan held a pair of eagle claw hooks tightly in his hands.

The hooks were polished to a shine, gleaming coldly in the dim light, as if they could tear apart any obstacles at any time.

He suddenly raised his head and let out a deafening roar, like an eagle's cry, piercing the night sky. Then, he unleashed his "Eagle Strike the Sky" move. He leaped high into the air, like a majestic eagle soaring across the vast sky, locking onto its prey and launching a deadly swoop. His claws extended, and with the swiftness of a hawk snagging a hare, he swooped down on Shan Zhi with a fierce gust of wind.

"Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi's eyes were stern, without any fear in them. Facing Ying Bufan's fierce attack, he was not willing to be outdone.

He just shook his wrist slightly, and the plum blossom darts in his hand shot out like snowflakes, flying towards Ying Bufan.

Each plum blossom dart flashed with a cold light, leaving silver trails in the air, and shot towards Ying Bufan from different tricky directions with extremely sharp power.

Ying Bufan sensed danger in the air, his eyes tightened, and he reacted quickly.

He twisted his waist with force, and his body was as flexible as a dark cloud turning in the air.

The eagle claw hook in his hand danced quickly, creating a flash of light and shadow, blocking the incoming plum blossom darts one after another.

The plum blossom darts collided with the eagle claw hooks, making a "ding-dang-dang" sound, just like an exciting metal symphony, echoing endlessly on the battlefield.

Yun Huamei was wearing a dress that was so gorgeous that it was almost seductive. The dress was so colorful that it seemed as if all the most intense colors in the world were gathered together.

Her face was delicate and beautiful, her skin whiter than snow, her eyes like autumn water, and her gaze was full of charm, but deep within her eyes was a bone-chilling coldness that sent shudders down her spine. In her hand, she clutched a snake-shaped whip. It twisted and swayed in her hand, as if alive, emitting a strange and mysterious aura.

Yun Huamei opened her red lips and let out a delicate cry, her voice like the chirping of a nightingale, but with a hint of chill.

She unleashed her "Snake and Scorpion" move, her whip tracing unpredictable arcs through the air, like a nimble venomous snake, swiftly wrapping itself around Bai Zhi. The arcs, swirling through the air with deadly menace, made their trajectory difficult to predict.

Seeing this, Bai Zhi gritted her teeth, her pearly white teeth turning white. She held the thorny silver stick in her hand and rushed forward without hesitation, fighting with Yun Huamei. The soft whip and the silver stick kept colliding, making a crisp "pa pa" sound, like firecrackers exploding.

The two figures intertwined, fighting back and forth, neither giving in, and every attack and defense was full of power.

Maggie Cheung was in the midst of a chaotic battlefield, surrounded by deafening shouts and flashes of swords and sabers, but she seemed to be in a quiet courtyard, strolling leisurely, calm and composed.

She stands straight, like a plum blossom blooming in the snow, standing alone in the biting cold wind, exuding tenacity and elegance.

Her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's and her gaze was as bright as a torch. She stared closely at the situation on the battlefield, not missing any details.

Maggie Cheung took a deep breath, then opened her red lips and shouted loudly, "Brothers, calm your minds and don't panic! Xiongying Society disciples, listen to my orders! Perform the 'Seventeen Armor-Breaking Styles' and form the 'Six Harmonies Sword Formation'. Join hands with the Miao Village disciples and attack the enemy bandits with all your might!"

Her voice was clear and loud, like a yellow oriole singing in a valley, yet it also revealed an innate majesty that made people involuntarily convinced.

The voice seemed to carry a magical power, reaching every disciple's ears clearly amidst the chaotic clashing of weapons and the cries of battle. Upon hearing the command, the disciples of the Xiongying Society and the Miao Village sprang into action.

Some of the nimblest disciples of the Xiongying Society, like tigers descending from the mountains, brandished their long swords with vigorous force, unleashing the "Seventeen Armor-Breaking Styles." Each strike channeled their entire strength, their blades flashing like streaks of lightning across the night sky as they fiercely attacked the bandits of "Thunder God Village." Wherever the blades fell, wood chips flew, clothes ripped, and the bandits perished tragically at the hands of the Xiongying Society disciples.

Another group of Xiongying Society disciples quickly formed a tight circle, their Miao Daos coordinated with each other, forming a "Six Harmonies Sword Formation." The flashing swords and shadows in the formation were impenetrable, like an impenetrable fortress.

The evil bandits of "Leigongzhai" tried to break through the defense line, but were blocked by the tight knife formation. They were like moths to a flame, which only increased the casualties.

Maggie Cheung was outside the formation, her movements agile, sometimes walking quickly to the left, sometimes walking quickly to the right.

Her eyes were as sharp as lightning, accurately capturing the ever-changing battlefield.

Sometimes she raised her arm, pointed to the left, and shouted, "Intensify the attack on the left. Don't let the bandits have a chance to breathe!" Sometimes she pointed to the right and shouted, "Tighten the defense line on the right. Don't let the enemy break through!"

Under her skillful command, the Xiongying Society and the Miao Village disciples worked in perfect harmony. On one side, the "Seventeen Armor-Breaking Formations" delivered a fierce attack, forcing the bandits to retreat; on the other side, the "Six Harmonies Sword Formation" was as solid as a rock, firmly trapping the bandits.

The two sides echoed each other, gradually gaining the upper hand in the fight, putting the bandits of "Leigong Village" in a difficult position, unable to focus on one thing and losing sight of the other, and exhausted from responding. "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong locked his gaze on the bandits of "Leigong Village", his eyes flashing with determination.

He took a deep breath and activated the "Liuhe Zhenjing" internal energy. In an instant, the aura around him was like a surging tide, and his clothes rustled as if he was being encouraged by an invisible force.

He suddenly roared, his voice like a bell, and this roar seemed to be able to shake the heaven and earth, and then he displayed the "Demon Subduing Palm".

He danced his palms swiftly, creating a fierce wind that whistled like a blade slicing through the air. His palms seemed to contain immense power as he fiercely struck the bandits from Leigongzhai.

Every time he slapped his palm, there were several dull "bang" sounds, as if huge rocks were hitting each other. The three or four bandits who were hit flew backwards uncontrollably like kites with broken strings swept by a strong wind.

They drew arcs in the air, blood spurting out of their mouths, falling like red rain mist, and lay motionless after landing.

(End of this chapter)