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

Chapter 195. The Horror of Niangziguan: Cloud Patterns Amidst Sword Shadows and Poisonous Mist
At this moment, the pretty nun Liaoran walked over. She was dressed in a simple monk's robe and had bright, lively eyes. Upon seeing Shi Feiyang, Liaoran smiled and said, "Young Master Shi, it's been a long time. I heard that you and Senior Sister Yili are married. Congratulations!"

Shi Feiyang quickly cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you very much, Junior Sister Liaoran. I hope you will take good care of me in the future." Liaoran winked playfully and said: "It's not a matter of taking good care of you. Young Master Shi, you must come to Hengshan often and tell us interesting stories about the martial arts world."

Shi Feiyang smiled and nodded, "Of course." With that, he took out a handful of gold leaves from the mysterious deerskin bag at his waist. The gold leaves shimmered brightly in the winter sun.

He distributed the gold leaves to every Hengshan Sect disciple present, and the disciples all showed expressions of surprise and delight.

A pretty young nun accepted the gold leaf and exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, Young Master Shi is so generous! This gold leaf is so beautiful!"

Another pretty nun chimed in, "Indeed, Young Master Shi is a fine son-in-law of our Hengshan Sect. Not only is he highly skilled in martial arts, but he is also so generous." Someone else said, "Senior Sister Yili is so lucky to marry Young Master Shi."

In an instant, praises filled the air, and the entire Hengshan Sect headquarters was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

After bidding farewell to Abbess Chixia and the disciples of Hengshan Sect, Shi Feiyang turned and walked towards the Hanging Temple on the side, braving the biting cold wind.

The Hanging Temple, like a secluded celestial palace, is embedded in a steep cliff. The glazed tiles on the roof are covered with snow, shimmering with a cool light under the sun, as if draping this ancient temple in a sacred cloak.

The temple's eaves and brackets appeared even more ancient and solemn in the cold wind, and the copper bells hanging from the eaves swayed in the wind, making a crisp and melodious sound.

Shi Feiyang climbed the winding mountain path, the stone slabs under his feet covered with a thin layer of ice, requiring him to be extra careful with every step.

The pine and cypress trees on both sides of the mountain road were bent over by the weight of the snow, but they still stood proudly, showing their tenacious vitality.

Finally, Shi Feiyang arrived at the gate of the Hanging Temple. He straightened his clothes and stepped into the temple with a reverent heart.

Incense smoke curled gently within the temple, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere. Eminent Buddhist monks, including Wukong, Liaokong, Mingkong, and Master Zhenkong, were already waiting in the main hall.

Shi Feiyang stepped forward quickly and bowed deeply to the eminent monks: "Junior Shi Feiyang greets all the masters."

Master Wukong was dressed in a brown monk's robe, with a kind face and piercing eyes.

He slightly raised his hand to gesture for Shi Feiyang to stand up, and said with a smile, "Benefactor Shi, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Shi Feiyang respectfully replied, "Thank you for your concern, Master. I am well. However, there have been many troubles in the martial world recently, so I have come to ask for your advice." Master Liaokong put his hands together and slowly said, "Benefactor Shi has a righteous heart and travels the martial world, but he inevitably encounters many disputes. All things in this world arise from the heart. Benefactor, you should treat them with a calm mind."

Shi Feiyang listened attentively and nodded slightly: "What you say is absolutely right, Master. Sometimes I am disturbed by worldly affairs, and I hope that you can give me more guidance."

Master Mingkong's gaze was calm as he said softly, "Benefactor Shi, you are highly skilled in martial arts, but you must not use your strength to bully the weak. You should have a compassionate heart and use your martial arts to protect all living beings, rather than creating bloodshed."

Shi Feiyang said sincerely, "I will always remember your teachings, Master, and will always act with compassion in mind."

Master Zhenkong continued, “The path of the martial world is fraught with thorns. As you journey forward, do not forget to examine your own heart. Only with a clear mind can you distinguish right from wrong and avoid being misled by the outside world.”

Shi Feiyang seemed to understand something, and said, "Master's words are like a wake-up call. I will definitely reflect on myself from time to time in the future."

Several eminent monks talked with Shi Feiyang for a long time, showing him great care and giving him meticulous guidance on everything from how to conduct oneself to the conflicts in the martial arts world.

Shi Feiyang felt as if he were bathed in a spring breeze, and some of the confusion in his heart gradually dissipated.

In the cold winter of the hanging temple, the words of the high monks were like a warm fire, dispelling the gloom in Shi Feiyang's heart.

As evening falls, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on Mount Heng, gilding this snow-covered world with a golden hue.

Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, the snow on the mountaintop shimmered brilliantly, like countless tiny diamonds embedded within. The Hanging Temple, nestled among the cliffs, appeared and disappeared, the snow on its eaves resembling layers of white clouds, as if this ancient temple might drift away at any moment.

Filled with gratitude and reluctance, Shi Feiyang bid farewell to the Buddhist monks of the Hanging Temple and slowly walked down Hengshan along the winding mountain road.

The cold wind was still biting, cutting his cheeks like a knife, but his heart was warmed by the teachings of the high monks.

When Shi Feiyang reached the foot of the mountain, the scene before him stunned him instantly.

The elders of the Xiong Ying Society, Liao Pei ("Tongbei Fist"), Lie Quan ("Qiankun Blade"), Wu Zhong ("Iron Palm"), Xiao Lingling ("Mandarin Duck Blade"), Xiang Kun ("Iron Flute Scholar"), Miao Menlong ("Divine Archer"), Shan Zhi ("Plum Blossom Dart"), Jin Liufu ("Water Dragon"), Lu Dechu ("Round Bucket"), Jiang Huotian ("Bamboo Pole"), Gongsun Ren ("Centipede"), Yang Feng ("Blue-Faced Beast"), Xie Wen ("Flying Eagle Detective"), Qi Meizhen (leader of the Jiangnan Canal Gang) and Bai Zhi (deputy leader), Gong Simeng and Yi Li were all standing there.

Their figures stood out resolutely against the icy snow, their clothes fluttering in the cold wind.

Liao Pei stepped forward, clasped his hands in a salute, his eyes filled with respect: "Chief, we've finally found you! Those villains from the Five Poisons Sect dared to attack you, and the Sea Sand Gang from Jiangnan sent men to intercept Madam. We were frantic with worry when we heard the news, so we traveled a thousand miles to meet you, our leader." Shi Feiyang looked at his brothers and sisters who had shared life and death with him, his eyes instantly welling up with tears of emotion.

His voice trembled slightly as he said, "Thank you all, brothers and sisters, for making you go to so much trouble for me. It is I, Shi Feiyang, who has done the wrong thing."

At this moment, Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, Qi Meizhen, and Yi Li could no longer contain their excitement.

With tears glistening in their eyes, they ran toward Shi Feiyang.

Gong Simeng was the first to rush into Shi Feiyang's arms, hugging him tightly and sobbing, "Husband, you're finally safe and sound. I was so worried about you." Immediately afterward, Bai Zhi also stepped forward and hugged Shi Feiyang, her voice choked with emotion, "Husband, you must have had a long journey."

Qi Meizhen and Yi Li also gathered around, and the four of them hugged Shi Feiyang at the same time, creating a warm and lively scene.

Shi Feiyang was carrying four people at once, his hands and feet were all fussy, but his face was full of a happy smile.

Upon seeing this, the heroes couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Lu Dechu laughed so hard he almost fell over, slapping his thigh and saying, "The Grand Master is truly blessed; there's no way he can hug everyone like this."

Jiang Huotian also laughed and said, "Yes, our leader and his ladies' meeting has made us roughnecks extremely envious."

The crowd chatted and laughed, their voices echoing through the cold winter valley, dispelling all the chill.

With deep affection, Shi Feiyang's gaze swept over the four ladies—Ellie, Bai Zhi, Gong Simeng, and Qi Meizhen—one by one, and a warm current surged in his heart.

Knowing full well that with these dearest friends and family by his side, no matter how turbulent the world of martial arts might be, the Xiong Ying Society would remain steadfast and unbreakable. He gently separated the four ladies who were tightly embracing, his eyes brimming with tears of emotion, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Alright! Let's go home together!"

"Let's go! Let's go home together!" The heroes shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the cold night. They then leaped onto their horses, which neighed and kicked up swirling snowflakes as they galloped toward Taiyuan.

Unexpectedly, when the group arrived in Taiyuan that night, the city gates, shrouded in darkness, were already tightly closed.

Outside the city, a biting wind howled, and blizzard snowflakes danced wildly like goose feathers, relentlessly lashing at everyone's bodies.

Left with no other choice, Shi Feiyang and the other heroes had to lead more than a hundred disciples from the Xiong Ying Society and the Jiangnan Canal Gang to find an open space on the outskirts of the city and set up tents for camping.

The gale howled like a ferocious beast, sweeping through the camp. The tents shook violently in the gale, making creaking sounds, and could be uprooted by the strong wind at any moment.

Just as "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen accidentally dozed off, and just as everyone was drifting off to sleep, a sharp, piercing whistling sound suddenly shattered the tranquility of the night.

In an instant, dozens of flaming arrows shot out from all directions of darkness like meteors. The arrowheads of these flaming arrows were coated with special fire oil and were burning fiercely, carrying an aura of destruction.

"Oh no, an attack!" someone shouted, and in an instant, the entire camp was engulfed in flames. The fire spread at an alarming speed with the help of the strong wind, and in the blink of an eye, it consumed the tents.

The disciples of the Xiong Ying Society, who had just been sound asleep, were startled awake by this sudden turn of events. They scrambled out of their tents in a panic, only to be met with a barrage of flaming arrows. Wherever the flaming arrows struck, tents were set ablaze, and people were struck, screams of agony filling the air. The camp was instantly thrown into chaos.

Shi Feiyang reacted quickly, and he hurriedly and carefully put the four ladies in his arms into the deerskin bag at his waist, which was difficult for ordinary people to notice.

At this moment, his clothes were disheveled and his hair was messy, but his eyes were firm and unwavering.

He swiftly drew his Heavenly Frost Blade; the blade, unsheathed, gleamed with a cold light that reflected the surrounding firelight.

Shi Feiyang leaped out of the burning tent, like a black lightning bolt piercing the night sky.

He swung his blade in mid-air, the wind whistling through the air. Each swing created a powerful gust of air, deflecting the incoming rain of arrows. The arrowheads struck the Heavenly Frost Blade, making clanging sounds and scattering sparks.

However, there were simply too many fire arrows. Despite Shi Feiyang's best efforts to defend himself, many arrows still managed to break through the defenses and shoot towards the crowd.

Under Shi Feiyang's cover, the elders of the Xiong Ying Society, along with a group of experts including Liao Pei, Lie Quan, Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling, Xiang Kun, Miao Menlong, Shan Zhi, Jin Liufu, Lu Dechu, Jiang Huotian, Gongsun Ren, Yang Feng, and Xie Wen, leaped out of the burning tent.

Armed with weapons, they displayed their unique skills, wielding sharp blades to fend off the rain of arrows.

Liao Pei unleashed his Tongbei Fist, his arms surging like dragons emerging from the sea, deflecting the approaching arrows one by one; Lie Quan wielded his Qiankun Blade, its flashing light like a bright moon hanging high, protecting his brothers around him. But the fire arrows were too fierce, and the group could barely defend themselves, with disciples in the camp constantly being injured and falling to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang's anger burned fiercely. He roared, his voice booming like a bell, echoing in the night sky.

Immediately, he unleashed his superb lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," his figure darting like a ghost as he charged towards the masked men who were firing arrows.

He activated his Mingyu Gong, and a faint jade-colored halo emanated from his body, exuding a chilling aura that froze the surrounding air.

As he wielded the Heavenly Frost Blade, he unleashed the Hundred Victories Blade Technique. With a domineering move called "Heaven and Earth Live Together," the blade flashed like lightning across the night, instantly slaying over a hundred masked men.

Seeing that things were not going well, the masked men took advantage of the cover of the cold winter night and fled like frightened birds and beasts.

"Don't let them get away!" the heroes shouted, and they gave chase.

Taking advantage of the brief moment, Shi Feiyang quickly took out four ladies from the deerskin bag at his waist.

Yili, Baizhi, Gong Simeng, and Qi Meizhen all appeared slightly pale, but fortunately, they were all alright.

Shi Feiyang offered a few words of comfort, then turned around and joined the others in cleaning up the mess.

By this time, the camp was in complete disarray, with charred tents emitting wisps of smoke and wounded disciples lying on the ground groaning.

The gale raged across the northwest wilderness, like a pack of roaring beasts tearing everything in its path.

A blizzard raged, with large snowflakes falling like goose feathers, quickly covering the entire camp with a thick blanket of snow. Inside the camp, the roaring fire flickered precariously in the howling wind, threatening to be extinguished at any moment by the biting cold.

Amid the chaos, the heroes gradually calmed down and began to take out their "Tianshan Snow Lotus Water".

This "Tianshan Snow Lotus Water" exudes a chill amidst the icy landscape, resembling a clear spring brimming with boundless vitality.

They carefully cleaned the wounds of their injured disciples, their movements gentle and focused, trying their best to alleviate their pain.

Then, he took out precious pills such as "Lesser Rejuvenation Pill" and "Greater Rejuvenation Pill" and fed them to the injured disciples.

These pills were all obtained by Shi Feiyang from the Divine Dragon Pagoda. Although they were extremely precious, their quantity was countless compared to the endless treasures within the pagoda. Shi Feiyang knew that with the Divine Dragon Pagoda as his backing, he wouldn't have to worry about money, food, or miraculous pills. His immediate priority was to settle his injured brothers.

After treating the wounded, everyone busied themselves burning the bodies of those who had tragically perished in the night raid.

A raging fire burned in the snowy night, illuminating the solemn faces of the crowd.

Flames licked at the corpses, crackling and popping, telling the story of the brutal attack.

The cold wind howled past, swirling up the snow on the ground and rushing towards the burning flames, trying to extinguish them, but the flames still stubbornly flickered.

As they reassembled the tents, everyone busied themselves while discussing the masked men's bizarre night raid.

Liao Pei, the master of "Tongbei Quan," frowned and slammed the tent pole he was holding into the snow. He said, "This is strange. Those masked men come and go without a trace. They run away after shooting the fire arrows. They don't confront us directly at all. It's really hard to figure them out."

Lie Quan, known as "Qiankun Blade," nodded in agreement. He pulled hard on the tent ropes and shouted, "Yes, Elder Liao is absolutely right. This sneak attack, which doesn't seem to be for money or to take our lives, what is its purpose?"

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong patted the snow off his clothes and said, "Could it be that we've offended some powerful force in the martial arts world, and they're deliberately trying to give us a hard time?"

"Mandarin Duck Blades" Xiao Lingling gently shook her head. Her beautiful face looked particularly serious in the firelight. She said, "It doesn't seem like it. If it's just a show of force, this method is too ruthless. So many of our brothers are injured." Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, but they still couldn't reach a definite conclusion.

Finally, after discussion, everyone decided that Elders Liao Pei and Lie Quan would lead some disciples to be responsible for patrolling.

Liao Pei looked grave and said to Lie Quan, "Elder Lie, tonight is unlikely to be peaceful. We must be on high alert and not let those thieves take advantage of us again."

Lie Quan's gaze was firm as he gripped his longsword tightly and replied, "Elder Liao, rest assured, with us here, we will not let our brothers suffer any more harm." With that, the two led the patrolling disciples and disappeared into the vast night, leaving behind only a series of deep footprints, which were quickly buried by the swirling snowflakes.

Shi Feiyang quietly returned to the tent. Inside, all was quiet except for the flickering candlelight that cast a dim, yellow glow.

However, at this moment, he was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep. After tossing and turning, he finally gently lifted the blanket and prepared to get up.

Unexpectedly, Bai Zhi's slender, jade-like hand suddenly shot out like a nimble snake and tightly gripped Shi Feiyang's arm.

She pouted coquettishly, her eyes full of reproach and coquettishness, her voice soft and sweet as honey: "Husband, you haven't given me warmth yet!"

That sweet call was like a gentle spring breeze, softly caressing everyone's hearts. Upon hearing it, Yi Li, Qi Meizhen, and Gong Simeng all covered their mouths and giggled under their blankets, their silvery laughter instantly breaking the silence inside the tent.

Shi Feiyang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a doting smile. He gently pried Bai Zhi's hand away, his voice soft yet firm: "I have already obtained the 'Five Poisons True Scripture.' If none of you ladies are sleepy, you may study it together. Those who can fall asleep peacefully may continue to rest."

Ellie, always arrogant and unruly, frowned slightly upon hearing this and retorted, "I would never stoop to cultivating such unorthodox and evil practices!" Gong Simeng, Qi Meizhen, and Bai Zhi, however, were intrigued, their eyes sparkling with curiosity and anticipation. They quickly rose and swiftly dressed, their gazes meeting with a shared longing for the *Five Poisons True Scripture*.

Shi Feiyang looked at them, feeling a warm glow in his heart, and the four of them walked out of the tent together.

To avoid disturbing Ellie's rest, they found a secluded spot outside the camp and set up a new tent.

Inside the tent, four people sat together, eagerly flipping through the "Five Poisons Manual." With each page they turned, the mysterious and exquisite words and illustrations on the manual seemed to open a door to a new realm of martial arts.

As they delved deeper into their studies, they frequently exclaimed in amazement, whether at the ingenious principles of toxicology or the unique martial arts approaches. Shi Feiyang's gaze was focused and profound, his mind constantly comparing and integrating the contents of the true scripture with his mastery of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.

He would sometimes frown slightly, lost in thought; other times his eyes would light up, as if he had gained some insight. Gong Simeng rested her chin on her hand, intently studying the manual, occasionally exchanging glances with Shi Feiyang. Both of them shared a deep dedication to and exploration of martial arts.

As Bai Zhi studied the text, she muttered to herself, combining her understanding of poisons and medicine with the contents of the true scripture, and occasionally jotting down key points on paper.

Qi Meizhen sat to the side, quietly watching the three of them, occasionally offering her own insights, her eyes revealing intelligence and determination.

As night deepened, a cold wind howled outside the tent, and snowflakes fell softly. Inside, the four people were immersed in the world of martial arts, oblivious to the passage of time. Only when the sky began to lighten did Shi Feiyang finally let out a long sigh, his eyes gleaming with excitement and joy.

He slowly stood up and said to the three ladies, "I have finally figured out a set of sword techniques specifically designed to counter the Five Poisons Sect's Poison-Breaking Technique."

Upon hearing this, the three ladies were both surprised and delighted, and they all gathered around, their eyes filled with admiration and praise.

Shi Feiyang instructed Bai Zhi, Gong Simeng, and Qi Meizhen to continue studying the secret manual, while he stepped out of the tent to prepare for practicing his self-created sword technique.

Shi Feiyang arrived at an open space, took a deep breath, and drew his long sword, its cold light flashing.

He got into position and unleashed the first move, "Qingnang Three Forms".

In an instant, his figure seemed to merge with the heavens and earth. At times, he was like a tiger pouncing on its prey, his movements agile and his sword strikes fierce and powerful, carrying an indomitable momentum, as if he wanted to cut down all evil in the world. At other times, he was like a nimble deer leaping about, his movements light and agile, the blade drawing graceful arcs in the air. Each swing of the sword carried a vibrant life force, as if it could dispel the gloom of the world.

This sword technique perfectly blends the ferocity of the tiger, the lightness of the deer, the steadiness of the bear, the agility of the ape, and the nimbleness of the bird from Hua Tuo's Five Animal Frolics, showcasing Shi Feiyang's profound martial arts skills and unique innovative thinking.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang unleashed the second move, "Seven Fiends Burning Heart Slash".

His eyes sharpened, and his aura suddenly changed. A strange undercurrent crept into his previously fierce sword strikes. If facing the Five Poisons Sect's poisonous attacks, he could skillfully guide the enemy's poisonous power, integrating it into his sword energy.

A flash of light, accompanied by an eerie black flame, swept across the enemy like the arrival of seven malevolent stars, carrying boundless majesty and destructive power, aimed directly at the heart of the foe. Those struck would not only suffer a knife wound, but the poison would also spread rapidly throughout their bodies, burning their hearts and bones, causing unbearable agony.

Shi Feiyang's every movement was precise and fluid, as if he had become one with this sword technique.

Finally, Shi Feiyang unleashed his third move, "Golden Silkworm Rain Blade." He shouted, and the blade shimmered with a golden light, fine as silkworm silk yet incredibly resilient. As Shi Feiyang wielded it, the golden light spread like a vast net, enveloping the surroundings.

This layer of light not only blocked the attacks of the Gu worms but also shattered them. Enveloped in golden light, the Gu worms fell like rain. Shi Feiyang's swordsmanship was executed flawlessly, each move showcasing his profound understanding of martial arts and exceptional creativity. At this moment, Yili slowly got up and, still sleepy, walked into another tent.

She looked at Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, and Qi Meizhen, who were focused on studying the secret manual, and a sense of curiosity welled up in her heart.

So she sat down and, together with the three ladies, conducted an in-depth study of the characteristics of the Five Poisons Sect.

The four ladies sat together in a harmonious and warm atmosphere.

They carefully analyzed the records in the scriptures and combined them with what they had seen and heard before, and soon made a major discovery.

They discovered that the pupils of the Five Poisons Sect's high-ranking members were emerald green, a characteristic left over from their years of raising Gu poison.

By observing the enemy's pupils, one can quickly determine whether the other party is a core member of the Five Poisons Sect.

Bai Zhi's jade pendant could detect seventeen common types of Gu poison. If any Gu poison approached, the jade would emit a faint glow, alerting the wearer to take precautions. The four ladies exchanged information and took notes, memorizing this crucial data.

Soon, wisps of smoke rose from the camp, and the cooks of the Xiong Ying Society began to light fires and prepare meals.

Smoke from the chimneys swayed in the cold wind, releasing an enticing aroma.

The heroes got up one after another, washed up, and then sat around the dining table to enjoy a steaming hot breakfast.

Shi Feiyang and his four wives joined in, and while they ate, they talked about what they had learned the night before and their plans for the day.

After breakfast, everyone packed their bags and continued their journey.

Under the ravages of winter, the Taihang Mountains resemble a world sculpted from ice and jade. The rolling peaks are covered with thick layers of snow, like a slumbering silver dragon, exuding a cold and austere aura in the biting wind.

Shi Feiyang and his companions resolutely marched toward Niangziguan in Shanxi along the winding, rugged mountain road.

Instead of returning directly to Jiangnan, they chose to wander around, intending to lure out the attackers from the previous night.

The gale, like a pack of raging beasts, swept up a flurry of snowflakes, which, like razor-sharp ice blades, slashed fiercely at everyone's faces. Even those wearing thick cotton-padded clothes could not ward off the bone-chilling cold.

Shi Feiyang rode his steed, his posture upright, at the head of the procession. His gaze was firm and steady, constantly observing the surrounding movements, not missing a single detail.

Beside her, four ladies, Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, Qi Meizhen, and Yi Li, stood tall and proud, riding their horses with graceful figures and resolute confidence in their eyes.

Shi Feiyang turned to look at the four ladies from time to time, his eyes full of concern and worry: "The journey to Niangziguan is fraught with danger, so you must be careful in everything you do. If you encounter any danger, do not be reckless, and I will definitely protect you."

The four ladies exchanged smiles, their eyes filled with deep affection and trust for Shi Feiyang. Gong Simeng said softly, "Husband, please be careful. We will take good care of ourselves and lend you a hand."

The other three ladies nodded in agreement.

On this cold winter day, their words were like warm sunshine, dispelling the chill in everyone's hearts and strengthening their resolve to move forward. As soon as they stepped into the Niangziguan Gorge, a gloomy and chilly atmosphere rushed towards them.

That aura was like an invisible yet cold and sticky hand, instantly gripping everyone's hearts tightly, sending chills down their spines.

Looking up, the sky above was completely blocked by the towering, steep, and precipitous mountain peaks on both sides, which seemed to have been cleaved by an axe. Sunlight could not penetrate even a little, making the canyon even darker, as if it had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, and the whole body was enveloped in thick darkness.

Suddenly, a deep and powerful roar rolled in from the depths of the canyon. The sound was like thousands of horses galloping across a vast grassland, the sound of iron hooves shaking the earth. It was also like the earth-shaking thunder, carrying a destructive force that made people's eardrums ache, as if they would be torn apart by this magnificent sound at any moment.

Shi Feiyang's expression changed instantly. A hint of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and shouted without hesitation, "Be careful, there's an ambush!" Before he finished speaking, countless boulders tumbled down from the cliffs on both sides of the canyon like raindrops.

These boulders are all enormous, like mountains that have fallen from the sky. Their surfaces shimmer with an eerie dark green light, making them particularly terrifying in the dim canyon. They have clearly been carefully coated with poisonous oil.

Amidst the piercing howl of the cold wind, the whistling of boulders rolling down and the thuds of them crashing against the ground and cliffs intertwined, forming a terrifying symphony of death that seemed intent on utterly crushing everyone's will.

At the same time, seventy-two dark figures appeared from the shadows like ghosts; they were none other than the Five Poisons Sect's fearsome sword puppets.

They were clad in black cloaks, almost blending into the darkness, like ghosts silently wandering in the night. The longswords in their hands emitted a chilling blue light, cold and piercing, like demonic swords from hell, carrying an endless aura of death.

As a sharp and eerie whistle, like the cry of an owl, rang out, the sword puppets wielded their longswords in perfect unison, unleashing the chilling "Bone-Eating Sword Mist."

In an instant, the dark green poisonous fog spread out like a surging tide with overwhelming force.

Wherever it went, the grass and trees withered instantly, the emerald green leaves quickly turned yellow and curled up, life was cut off, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench. The world was shrouded in this poisonous fog, and it plunged into an abyss of despair. Life was as fragile as a candle in the wind in the face of this poisonous fog.

However, Shi Feiyang and the heroes showed no fear in the face of such a dangerous and bizarre attack.

Gong Simeng's beautiful eyes widened, her gaze filled with determination. She was the first to draw her python whip, which seemed to come alive in her hand, snapping straight with a "whoosh."

She shouted, "Sisters, follow me and kill!" Her voice was clear and crisp, yet it carried a fearless and heroic spirit.

She moved with lightness and speed, her feet barely touching the ground before she shot towards the sword puppet like an arrow, her hair flying wildly in the wind.

Not to be outdone, Bai Zhi swiftly formed hand seals and chanted incantations, summoning a group of colorful poisonous creatures.

These venomous creatures came in various shapes and sizes: brightly colored moths, their wings fluttering and buzzing; and scorpions covered in stingers, their tails held high, gleaming coldly. Like well-trained soldiers, they charged towards the sword puppets, attempting to disrupt their formation, causing a brief moment of chaos among the puppet horde.

Qi Meizhen wielded her twin swords, the blades flashing and gleaming. The two swords flew up and down in her hands like two silver dragons, working in perfect harmony with Gong Simeng, one whip and two swords complementing each other perfectly.

In an instant, they were locked in a fierce battle with the sword puppet, with flashes of swords and shadows, shouts of battle, and the clash of weapons filling the air.

Ellie stood at the back, her posture upright, channeling her inner strength, her aura flowing around her, providing support for her three sisters.

Her gaze was firm, constantly monitoring the battlefield situation. Her beautiful eyes gleamed with wisdom, like a calm commander ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at a crucial moment.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang felt both proud of the four ladies' bravery and a surge of intense emotion welling up in his chest, yet also worried about their safety, his brows furrowing involuntarily. He brandished the Heavenly Frost Blade, its blade gleaming with a cold light, a jade-colored halo surrounding him, a soft yet powerful aura, as he charged towards the boulder and the sword puppet.

Each swing of the blade created a powerful gust of wind, which swept snow into the air and shattered rocks wherever it passed.

Shi Feiyang quickly activated the Mingyu Gong, and a faint jade-colored halo appeared around his body, keeping the poisonous fog out.

He shouted, "Everyone be careful of the poisonous fog! Don't panic!"

The sound echoed through the canyon, giving everyone a much-needed boost of morale.

The heroes displayed their martial arts skills to defend against the attacks from the boulders and poisonous fog.

Liao Pei, wielding the "Tongbei Quan" style, bulged his arm muscles as he swung his fists, the wind howling around him. Each punch carried immense force, shattering the nearby boulders one by one, sending fragments flying everywhere.

Lie Quan, wielding the "Qiankun Blade," moved with agility, his blade flashing as he slashed at the sword puppet. Each strike was powerful and imposing, his blade energy surging.

At that moment, Bai Zhi had a sudden inspiration and took out several silver needles from her bosom. She gathered her inner strength, and with a light flick of her wrist, shot the silver needles into the sky.

The silver needles darted through the clouds, shimmering with a faint light, instantly attracting lightning.

A dazzling bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, like a golden dragon carrying earth-shattering power, accompanied by deafening thunder, precisely cleaving through the poisonous miasma.

The poisonous fog was struck by lightning and dissipated almost entirely in an instant, and the stench that permeated the air also faded considerably.

(End of this chapter)