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

Chapter 203. The Fierce Battle of Xiangyang's Wengcheng: Shi Feiyang Slashes Dugu You with His Blade
In this world completely shrouded in a chilling atmosphere, the heavy gloom pressed down on the earth, as if to crush all life in the world.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong and You Hehuan, the deputy leader of the Jingmen Gang, two masters, met on a narrow path in this chaos, and a breathtaking duel that could shake the heavens and the earth suddenly began.

Wu Zhong's feet were firmly planted on the ground, as steadfast as the intertwined roots of an ancient tree.

He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the breath seemed to draw in all the surrounding air.

In an instant, his aura underwent a dramatic change. The internal energy of the "Six Harmonies True Scripture" surged within his body like a raging undercurrent, rapidly circulating with a violent momentum. Each cycle was accompanied by the subtle "crackling" sounds emanating from his bones, as if his body was undergoing a transformative metamorphosis.

The internal energy surged endlessly, like a roaring dragon rampaging through the meridians. Wherever it passed, the muscles bulged slightly, and the blood vessels became clearly visible, like earthworms.

A faint golden light gradually emanated from his palms. This light was not dazzling, but it exuded a sense of awe and holiness, as if he were shrouded in the radiance of an ancient god.

With a deafening roar that seemed to tear the sky apart, Wu Zhong unleashed the "Demon-Subduing Palm".

At that moment, his figure was like a black phantom, moving so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

He lunged forward, and the ground beneath his feet instantly cracked, revealing a spiderweb-like network of fissures. Debris flew everywhere, carried by the force of his palm strike, shooting out like cannonballs. Wherever it struck, trees were smashed into splinters, and even distant boulders were dented.

With a force that could overwhelm mountains and destroy the world, his right palm faced forward, and his aura instantly soared, like a demon god descending to earth to punish evil, as he slammed his palm down on You Hehuan's chest.

The palm strike was like a level 10 gale, and the air was compressed instantly in its path, making a hissing sound. Even the space itself could not withstand this powerful force and was distorted and deformed.

Under the ravages of the palm wind, the surrounding vegetation was instantly leveled, and deep furrows, several feet deep, were plowed into the ground. The soil was lifted high, forming a wave of earth in the air.

When You Hehuan witnessed this terrifying scene, his heart clenched, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

But his years of experience in the martial arts world allowed him to quickly calm down and think of a solution.

He knew that there was no way to avoid it at this moment, and that only by confronting it head-on might there be a glimmer of hope.

In an instant, he pushed his "Crane Soaring Skill" to its limit, and his aura suddenly changed. A sharp gust of wind spread outward from him, his clothes fluttered, and his hair flew wildly.

You Hehuan shouted loudly, a shout that carried all his fighting spirit and determination.

He clenched his right fist, the veins on his fist bulging like twisted tree roots, and a faint blue aura swirled and surged in the center of his fist.

He unleashed the strongest move of the "Crane Soaring Fist" – "Crane Breaks Through the Nine Heavens".

He leaped into the air like a crane spreading its wings, poised to soar through the clouds, charging headlong into Wu Zhong's Demon-Subduing Palm with unstoppable momentum. As his right fist rose, it continuously drew in the surrounding air, forming a small cyan vortex that spun rapidly, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Just as his hand was about to make contact with Wu Zhong's, a resolute glint flashed in You Hehuan's eyes. He suddenly slammed his right fist forward, the cyan vortex carrying all his power, like a cannonball, colliding fiercely with Wu Zhong's golden palm print.

With a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, the surrounding air seemed to boil.

Centered on the two individuals, a powerful shockwave spread outwards, whipping up dust that billowed into a dense, oppressive cloud. Trees were uprooted by the force of the impact, swirling in the air before crashing heavily to the ground in the distance.

The boulder was also shattered, turning into countless fragments that flew everywhere.

You Hehuan felt an overwhelming force coming from his fist, which made his arm ache terribly, and his bones felt like they were about to break at any moment.

His body flew backward uncontrollably, arcing through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, creating a deep crater.

The ground around the pit was cracked, spreading out like a broken spider web.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were filled with resentment. He endured the pain, struggled to get up, and stared intently at Wu Zhong.

Wu Zhong's eyes were icy cold, like a hungry wolf eyeing its wounded prey. With a light step, he pounced forward like a ghost. The internal energy of the "Six Harmonies True Scripture" surged around him, and the golden light became even more dazzling, like the sun descending upon the world, dispelling some of the surrounding gloom, but adding a touch of murderous aura.

Wu Zhong unleashed the "Subduing Demon Palm" once more. As his palms danced, the air was stirred up like boiling water, making a "whooshing" sound.

This time, he placed his palms together, and a golden vortex spun wildly between them. He then thrust his palms out, and the golden vortex, carrying immense force and accompanied by a scorching wave of air, shot towards You Hehuan, who was lying in the pit, like a golden meteor.

Despite his serious injuries, You Hehuan persevered, his eyes filled with resentment and determination.

He knew this attack was a matter of life and death, so he used his last bit of strength to push the "Crane Soaring Skill" to its limit. His bones made cracking sounds, as if they were about to break under the strain.

He took a deep breath, quickly crossing his palms to form a cyan energy shield in front of him. The shield, also adorned with swirling crane-shaped energy vortexes, carried his last hope. The golden vortex collided violently with the cyan shield, instantly unleashing a blindingly bright light.

With a deep, deafening roar, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open, the powerful impact spread wildly outwards from the point of impact. The surrounding ground was instantly shattered, and huge cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, overturning the land within a radius of several meters, with stones and dirt flying everywhere.

You Hehuan's cyan aura shield shattered instantly under the impact of the golden vortex, as fragile as paper.

The golden cyclone struck his chest without any obstruction. With a few cracking sounds, his sternum shattered and his chest cavity collapsed.

You Hehuan spat out a mouthful of blood, the blood mist filling the air and appearing particularly mournful under the golden light.

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string again. This time, his body crashed heavily into a boulder, which shattered into pieces, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

Wu Zhong did not stop there. Like a tireless killing machine, he rushed towards You Hehuan.

Upon reaching him, he leaped high into the air, turned in mid-air, and his legs, like two heavy hammers, slammed down on You Hehuan's body with immense force.

This kick contained all his killing intent and rage, and its target was You Hehuan's head.

You Hehuan's consciousness was already blurred at this point, but his instincts made him aware of the deadly danger.

He tried to dodge, but found that his body was no longer under his control, and he could only watch helplessly as Wu Zhong's legs crashed down.

"Bang!" Wu Zhong's legs struck You Hehuan's head with perfect accuracy. After a dull thud, You Hehuan's head exploded instantly, red and white matter splattering everywhere. Brain matter and blood mixed together and spilled onto the ground, staining a patch of land red.

You Hehuan's body twitched a few times before he went to report to the Underworld.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen is like a soaring eagle, agile and nimble as he moves across the battlefield.

He used the "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill," his whole body seemed to transform into a wisp of light smoke, moving at an extremely fast speed, making it difficult for anyone to catch his trace.

He moved his hands rapidly, the silk net in his hands resembling a blooming white flower, gleaming with a cold light, as he hurled it towards the bandits of the Jingmen Gang.

Before the bandits could react, they were firmly trapped in the silken net and unable to move.

At this moment, the young pageboy Shi Xiong, holding a long knife and with a determined look in his eyes, rushed forward like a fierce cheetah.

He raised his long sword high, the blade gleaming coldly, and without hesitation stabbed at the bandits trapped in the net.

Each strike was accompanied by the screams of the bandits, blood splattering everywhere and staining the ground red.

Madam Shi, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, is like a beautiful flower blooming amidst bloodshed and carnage, yet she carries a deadly danger.

She held a long sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light, and unleashed the "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique".

Her movements were agile, like a white lightning bolt, weaving freely through the enemy ranks. Each swing of her sword created a flurry of sword shadows, like a cloud of mist, obscuring her moves.

You Xuan, the deputy leader of the Jingmen Gang, tried to resist. He wielded his broadsword and unleashed the "Whirlwind Blade Technique." The blade flashed like a whirlwind, attempting to cut through all of Yi Li's sword moves.

However, Ellie's swordsmanship was exquisite. She skillfully dodged Youxuan's blade strikes, and with a flick of her sword tip, like a cold glint, she aimed straight for Youxuan's throat. Youxuan was shocked and tried to dodge, but found that his body was bound by an invisible force, unable to move.

With a "thud," the sword tip pierced You Xuan's throat with unerring accuracy. His eyes widened, filled with fear and resentment, and his body slowly collapsed, blood spreading across the ground.

Madam Shi and Bai Zhi, a beautiful woman from Miao territory, resembled a female war goddess from the mysterious Miao region. She held a three-foot-long silver staff with thorns in her hand, the staff shimmering with silver light as if inlaid with countless dazzling stars.

She moved with agility, displaying the unique staff techniques of the Miao region, and attacked You Qiu, the deputy leader of the Jingmen Gang.

You Ze, wielding a pair of meteor hammers, unleashed the "Meteor Chasing the Moon" technique. The meteor hammers traced arcs in the air, accompanied by a whistling sound, as they smashed towards Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi remained calm and composed, rapidly wielding her silver staff to form a silver barrier that blocked the meteor hammer's attacks one by one.

She seized the opportunity and thrust the silver stick forward, the sharp tip instantly piercing You Qiu's chest.

You Qiu let out a scream, released his meteor hammer with both hands, and fell backward, blood gushing from his chest.

Madam Shi and Gong Simeng held python whips, which in their hands resembled agile venomous snakes, full of deadly danger.

She unleashed the "Python Whip Dance Technique," the python whip dancing in the air, creating streaks of black light as it swept towards the vice leader of the Jingmen Gang.

You brandished his spiked club, trying to block the python whip's attack.

However, Gong Simeng's whip technique was unpredictable. Her python whip, like a black lightning bolt, bypassed the spiked club and wrapped around You's arm.

Gong Simeng pulled hard, and You's body involuntarily leaned forward.

At this moment, Gong Simeng seized the opportunity to kick You in the chest, sending You flying several feet backward before crashing heavily to the ground.

Gong Simeng strode forward, lashing out with her python whip once more. She wrapped it around You's neck and tightened it, instantly turning You's face blue-purple. After struggling a few times, You stopped breathing.

Madam Shi, the daughter of a military family, Qi Meizhen, stood tall and valiant. Her gaze was resolute as she commanded the disciples of the Xiong Ying Society, shouting, "Disciples, heed my command! Form the 'Tiger Warrior Slaying Formation'!"

The disciples of the Xiong Ying Society acted swiftly, wielding their weapons and coordinating with each other to form a tight battle formation.

This battle formation resembled a tiger with its jaws wide open, pouncing towards the bandits of the Jingmen Gang.

The disciples' weapons gleamed coldly, each swing sending up a shower of blood as bandits fell one after another, their screams echoing incessantly. "Mandarin Duck Blades" Xiao Lingling moved with the agility of a bolt of lightning, instantly charging towards a group of Jingmen Gang thugs.

She wielded the Mandarin Duck Swords with both hands, the blades gleaming with a cold light, and unleashed the "Mandarin Duck Deadly Slash" from the "Seven Fiends Swords" technique.

The two swords work together, one for offense and one for defense, one yin and one yang. The blades flash, and each swing carries a fierce momentum, as if it can cut through all evil in the world.

She spun around, her twin blades transforming into a curtain of light, instantly slaying several bandits. The bandits screamed in agony, their voices filled with terror and despair, as they collapsed to the ground, their blood spreading rapidly and staining the ancient ruins a dark red.

Jin Liufu, nicknamed "Water Dragon," moved like a nimble fish, weaving through the enemy ranks.

He activated his Golden Goose Skill, gripped the Bagua Golden Saber for protection, and unleashed the "Dragon Emerging from the Water Leg," his legs moving like a dragon emerging from the sea, swift and powerful. Each kick carried immense force, sending the surrounding bandits staggering about.

The bandits were caught off guard by his leg techniques and their formation was thrown into chaos.

"Barrel" Lu De was obese but agile. He unleashed his "Rolling Stone Kung Fu," charging towards the enemy like an out-of-control chariot. Wherever he went, enemies were sent flying, screaming in agony.

"Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian wields a long, thin bamboo pole, unleashing his "Bamboo Pole Acupoint Strike Technique." In his hands, the bamboo pole is like a nimble, venomous snake, swiftly striking the enemy's acupoints. The struck enemy is instantly immobilized, forced to watch helplessly as they are killed.

Gongsun Ren, nicknamed "Centipede," wielded his Wu-Yue hook, unleashing the "Centipede Hook Technique." The hooks created a multitude of shadows, like a swarm of wildly dancing centipedes, sweeping towards the enemy. Enveloped in the hook shadows, the enemies perished one after another.

"Blue-Faced Beast" Yang Feng, wielding a broadsword, unleashed his "Mountain-Splitting Mad Blade Slash," each strike carrying immense force, hacking his enemies to pieces. In a short time, all three thousand members of the Jingmen Gang were annihilated.

Night fell like a vast black ribbon, gently covering the entire camp. A roaring campfire burned brightly in the center, its leaping flames casting a reddish glow on everyone's faces and gilding them with a golden light. The heroes and disciples of the Xiong Ying Society sat around the fire, their laughter and chatter creating a sea of ​​joy as they fully savored the hard-won victory.

Liao Pei, the master of Tongbei Quan, could no longer contain his excitement. He grabbed a full jar of fine wine from the table, the jar appearing unusually small in his strong hands. He tilted his head back and took a large gulp, the wine flowing freely from the corners of his mouth and soaking his shirt, but he didn't care at all, shouting loudly, "Today's battle was absolutely exhilarating! Come on, everyone, don't be shy, drink to your heart's content!"

After saying that, he slammed the wine jar down on the table with a loud "bang".

"Qiankun Blade" Lie Quan smiled, holding a bowl of wine in his hand. He stood up and said loudly, "This victory is thanks to the wise command of the Grand Master and the concerted efforts of all the brothers! I toast everyone with this bowl, wishing that our Xiong Ying Society will be invincible in the days to come!" After saying this, he tilted his head back and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp. Then he slammed the bowl heavily on the table, making a crisp sound.

"Mandarin Duck Blades" Xiao Lingling, holding a wine cup, walked gracefully to the center of the crowd. Her eyes sparkled with a lively light as she laughed, "Today, we not only defeated the Jingmen Gang, but also let those villains know the power of our Xiong Ying Society. We must drink our fill of this wine!"

After saying that, she elegantly drank the wine in her glass in one gulp, a faint blush rising on her cheeks, adding to her charm.

Jin Liufu, nicknamed "Water Dragon," nimbly weaved through the crowd. Holding a wine pot in one hand and a wine cup in the other, he kept pouring wine for his brothers around him, muttering, "Come on, fill them all up! This is a victory celebration, no one is allowed to be short!" His face was beaming with a bright smile, as if all the troubles of the world had been left behind.

"Round Bucket" Lu Dechu patted his round belly, sat on the ground, and ate the roasted mutton in his hand with big bites. While eating, he mumbled, "This wine, this meat, plus today's victory, is simply one of life's greatest pleasures! Brothers, eat and drink well, we can't waste this wonderful time!" His loud voice made the people around him laugh.

"Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian held a long, thin bamboo pole, leaned it against the side, picked up a bowl of wine, and said, "Our Xiong Ying Society is a sharp sword in the martial arts world. Today, we have cut off the evil force of the Jingmen Gang. If anyone dares to do evil in the future, we will not let them off easily! Come, let's drink to our Xiong Ying Society!" After saying that, he drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, his eyes shining with a firm light.

The disciples were also immersed in this joyful atmosphere, and they were all in high spirits.

A young disciple blushed, stood up, and stammered, "To be able to fight alongside you seniors today and even achieve victory, I... I'm so happy! I toast you all, hoping that I can be as powerful as you in the future!"

After saying that, he nervously drank the wine in the bowl, which drew applause from the people around him.

The group toasted each other, laughter and cheers echoing through the night. The bonfire burned brighter, illuminating their excited faces. At this moment, the cohesion of the Xiong Ying Society deepened amidst the joyous drinking; they had become an unbreakable whole, ready to face even greater challenges ahead. The New Year approached, the biting wind like a roaring beast rampaging across the land.

The air seemed to freeze completely, every gust of wind like an incredibly sharp blade, cutting into everyone's faces, stinging painfully as if to tear their skin apart. The disciples of the Xiong Ying Society burned the nearby corpses to ashes, thick smoke rising like black dragons breaking free from their restraints, winding and coiling in the icy cold, as if whispering the cruelty and brutality of this bloody battle.

Once everything was settled, the group, exhausted yet filled with the joy of victory, turned and headed to a nearby open area to quickly set up their tents and rest for a while. The tents were arranged in a neat and orderly fashion, and under the thick, inky darkness of the night, the entire camp was deathly silent, broken only by the occasional snores.

Two days later, as dawn broke, sunlight, like delicate yet resilient golden threads, struggled to pierce the thick, cold fog and spill onto the earth. The group roused themselves, packed their bags, and set off again towards Jiangnan, eagerly anticipating returning home to spend a lively New Year in the warmth of their families.

Along the way, everyone chatted and laughed, talking about past battles and looking forward to the upcoming New Year. Their cheerful voices echoed through the long journey, seemingly trying to completely dispel the winter chill.

However, the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere instantly shattered the moment they stepped into the barbican of Xiangyang's ancient city, as if crushed by an invisible hand. A chilling tension permeated the barbican, like an impenetrable, invisible net tightly enveloping them, making it hard to breathe.

As soon as Shi Feiyang and the other heroes stepped into the barbican, they heard a sharp, piercing whistling sound. The sound was like the cry of a night owl in despair, tearing through the cold, stiff air and sending chills down their spines, with a coldness spreading rapidly through their hearts.

Everyone instinctively looked up and saw a hundred Zhuge Fire Kites slowly rising from above the barbican.

These fire kites have bizarre and strange shapes. Their bamboo frames are wrapped in a thin cloth coated with oil, and their bodies are covered with a dense array of arrows.

The arrow shafts were forged from refined iron, gleaming with a chilling light. The arrowheads were coated with phosphorescent light that emitted an eerie glow, shimmering with a terrifying brilliance in the sunlight, like a group of messengers from the depths of hell, carrying endless destructive power.

In this cold weather, the phosphorescent light appeared even more eerie and terrifying, as if the surrounding air had been stained bluish-gray by the strange light, emitting a pungent odor.

Just as everyone was stunned, a cold and authoritative command, seemingly emanating from the deepest hell, was given, and a hundred Zhuge Fire Kites launched their attack simultaneously. In an instant, a rain of arrows, like a swarm of frenzied and ferocious fire serpents, carrying blazing phosphorescent flames, lunged at the crowd with bared fangs and claws.

The arrows streaked through the air, leaving bright yet deadly trails, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

Wherever the arrows rained down, the ground instantly burst into flames. Fueled by the cold wind, the fire spread rapidly, turning the barbican into a sea of ​​fire in the blink of an eye. The blazing flames danced wildly in the cold wind, fiercely battling against the frigid air, making a whooshing sound.

Thick smoke billowed into the air, carrying a pungent odor that made it difficult to breathe and blurred vision. The entire barbican seemed to have fallen into a living hell, with fire and smoke intertwined everywhere.

Shi Feiyang's eyes, however, revealed determination and composure, like the North Star in the cold night, unwavering.

He took a deep breath, the cold air instantly filling his lungs, and with a light touch of his feet, he unleashed the unparalleled lightness skill of "leaving no trace for a thousand miles".

His figure was like a white light, quickly moving through the rain of fire, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

The cold wind howled, making his clothes flutter wildly; his black robes danced in the wind like a flag.
However, his posture remained as steady as a mountain, each step precise and accurate. While dodging the barrage of arrows, he rapidly racked his brains, searching for a good solution to this crisis.

"Divine Archer" Miao Menlong witnessed this thrilling scene, his eyes instantly sharpening like an eagle's. He swiftly drew his bow and shot an arrow. The longbow in his hand was made of millennia-old cold iron and tough rhinoceros hide, its body engraved with mysterious runes that shimmered with a cold light in the sunlight.

He unleashed his signature technique of rapid-fire arrows, his movements fluid and natural, as if the arrows in his hands had come to life.

He quickly drew arrows from his quiver, which was made of high-quality sharkskin, both soft and tough.

He nocked the arrow onto the string, which was made of dragon sinew and had excellent elasticity.

With a gentle release of his finger, the arrow streaked across the sky like a meteor, carrying a sharp momentum and instantly severing the kite's tether.

The traction rope was made of thick hemp rope soaked in tung oil, making it extremely tough, but it broke as easily as a fragile spider silk under Miao Menlong's arrow.

The fire kites, now without their tethers, swayed in the air for a few moments before crashing to the ground, bringing the fire under some control.

But the cold wind fueled the fire, and the flames continued to spread stubbornly, crackling and roaring in defiance.

At that moment, Dugu You, the young master of Mingjian Manor, dressed in a white brocade robe, fluttered in the cold wind, like a snow lotus blooming on the top of a snow mountain, yet he could not hide the chilling aura emanating from his body.

He held a gleaming longsword, its blade forged from meteorite iron and engraved with ancient sword patterns, telling tales of its extraordinary origins. He led a group of swordsmen from the Famous Sword Manor, slowly emerging from the shadows of the barbican.

Dugu You's face was cold and stern, his eyes filled with arrogance and disdain. In this frigid environment, his gaze seemed capable of freezing people instantly.

He said coldly, "Shi Feiyang, you killed my brother. Today, I will not let you off the hook, hmph!"

Having said that, he brandished his longsword and unleashed the "Eight Styles of Famous Swordsmanship".

These "Eight Styles of Famous Swords" were indeed extraordinary. His figure was agile, and he moved like a ghost in the cold wind. Every movement was elegant and deadly.

The sword strikes were fierce, each strike carrying powerful sword energy, drawing streaks of white light in the air. The sword energy crisscrossed, cutting through the air with a hissing sound wherever it went.

With a single move, "Sword Shadow Splitting Light," his figure instantly transformed into several afterimages, each clearly visible. His longsword, like a silver lightning bolt, swiftly pierced towards Shi Feiyang, its blade flashing with a cold light, dazzling the eye and making it difficult to discern his true form.

The second move, "Cold Star Chasing the Moon," is a sword technique that flashes like a cold star, carrying a chilling aura. A faint blue light emanates from the sword, closely following Shi Feiyang. Wherever the sword tip points, the chill is bone-chilling, freezing the surrounding air into ice.

The third move, "Gentle Breeze Breaks the Clouds," is a sword technique that, though seemingly gentle, conceals a deadly attack. Like a gentle breeze, it can easily tear through the clouds. The blade trembles slightly in the wind, emitting a faint buzzing sound, and aims directly at Shi Feiyang's vitals. Every move of his swordsmanship is exquisite and unparalleled, far surpassing that of his elder brothers, Dugu Hong and Dugu Ying.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, carrying an aura of destruction.

He brandished the Heavenly Frost Blade, unleashing the powerful Bright Jade Skill. The Heavenly Frost Blade danced in his hand, emanating a chilling aura, its blade covered in a thick layer of frost, within which a faint blue light shimmered.

On this cold winter day, the chill on the knife echoed the cold outside, making it appear even more sinister and terrifying.

He suddenly swung his sword, and an icy blue sword aura shot towards Dugu You. The sword aura was crescent-shaped, with sharp edges that shimmered. Wherever it went, the air froze, leaving a white ice mark.

Seeing this, Dugu You quickly swung his sword to defend. The sword and the blade collided, producing a crisp sound like the ringing of a bell, and splashing up a shower of ice flowers. The ice flowers scattered in the cold wind, like shattered crystals, shimmering with multicolored light.

Led by Dugu You, the swordsmen of Mingjian Manor all made their moves. Among them, Yu Linyu, the "Qingfeng Sword," moved with graceful movements, displaying the "Qingfeng Sword Technique." His sword danced lightly in the air like a gentle breeze, his sword moves seemingly soft yet concealing deadly intent.

He swiftly thrust his sword at Ellie, the blade gleaming coldly, aimed directly at her throat.

Ellie, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, was like a plum blossom blooming proudly in the snow, her beauty beyond compare.

She wore a light pink dress embroidered with exquisite plum blossom patterns, which made her figure appear even more graceful in the cold wind.

Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were as bright as stars, her lips were like cherries, and her long, black hair flowed in the wind like black silk.

Faced with Yu Linyu's attack, her beautiful eyes sharpened, and she dodged to the side with elegant and swift movements, like a butterfly in flight, easily avoiding Yu Linyu's attack. At the same time, she swung her longsword, unleashing the "Cloud Mist Sword Technique".

Her swordplay was as ethereal as clouds and mist, with countless sword shadows that were impossible to decipher.

The longsword danced rapidly in her hand, creating a silvery light that turned the surrounding air into mist.

(End of this chapter)