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

Chapter 204. Crimson Cloud Dream Marsh: Heroes of the Cherry Blossom Gathering to Slay Enemy Bandits in the Waters
A chilling current, accompanied by Ellie's sword strikes, swept mercilessly toward Yu Linyu like a winter's north wind.

He immediately realized the danger and hurriedly retreated, but the speed of the sword energy far exceeded his expectations, and he was still injured by the sharp sword energy.

Countless tiny cracks immediately appeared on his skin, and blood gushed out like a spring, quickly freezing into dark red ice beads in the cold air.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Ellie thrust her sword straight into Yu Linyu's chest.

Yu Linyu let out a shrill scream, lost his balance, and collapsed into a pool of blood. His life gradually faded, and he finally breathed his last.

Meanwhile, the fierce battle between Shi Feiyang and Dugu You intensified, their figures intertwining in the sky to create a picture of life-and-death struggle.

In order to quickly defeat Dugu You, Shi Feiyang used the Poison-Breaking Three Forms of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique.

The first move, "Three Forms of the Green Bag," 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 into the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, showcasing the ultimate realm of saber techniques.

When he drew his sword, he sometimes pounced like a tiger, stirring up a gust of wind in the cold wind, his sword strikes were powerful, and the blade shone with golden light, directly attacking Dugu You; at other times he moved like a nimble deer, his body was agile, and the blade was nimble, and the flashing light of the sword seemed to be a lively deer leaping, skillfully avoiding Dugu You's fierce sword moves.

The second move, "Seven Fiends Burning Heart Slash," saw Shi Feiyang skillfully guide Dugu You's internal energy, integrating it into the sword's aura.

A flash of light, accompanied by a mysterious black flame, burned in the cold wind. Within the flame, there seemed to be seven twinkling stars, like the Seven Evil Stars descending, heading straight for Dugu You's heart.

Dugu You felt a scorching power raging within his body, like a raging fire burning his heart. The excruciating pain was unbearable, and a look of agony appeared on his face. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, quickly freezing into ice in the cold wind.

The third move, "Golden Silkworm Rain Blade," caused the Heavenly Frost Blade to gleam with a golden light, like fine silkworm threads shimmering in the cold wind, enveloping Dugu You. Countless threads seemed to move within the golden light, tightly binding Dugu You.

Dugu You tried to dodge, but found himself seemingly entangled by countless golden threads, unable to move.

Shi Feiyang suddenly shouted loudly, his voice booming like a bell, and the Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand slashed at Dugu You with overwhelming force.

The Frost Blade drew a huge arc in the air, carrying a biting chill that froze the air wherever it passed.

Despite Dugu You's best efforts to resist, his acupoints were still invaded by the extreme cold released by Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong, causing his body to gradually stiffen and his movements to become sluggish.

Each breath he took seemed like a struggle against the frigid air, and each swing of his longsword felt incredibly heavy, as if he were bound by invisible shackles. Facing Shi Feiyang's fierce strike, Dugu You's eyes widened, filled with fear and resentment. His body was severed in two, and blood gushed out, quickly freezing into dark red frost on the cold ground.

The bloodstains, like a poignant painting, recorded the cruelty and ruthlessness of this fierce battle, and reflected Dugu You's final struggle and despair. In the narrow space of the ancient city walled city of Xiangyang, filled with billowing smoke and raging flames, just as Shi Feiyang and Dugu You were engaged in a breathtaking and earth-shattering battle, a ghostly figure silently moved.

This figure moved silently through every corner of the battlefield like a ghost, searching for the best opportunity and position.

Su Xinying, the "Phantom Sword" expert, who is skilled in unpredictable sword techniques, has set her sights on Qi Meizhen, preparing to deliver a fatal blow amidst the chaos.

A cunning glint flashed in his eyes, as if he could already see Qi Meizhen fall. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible sneer.

Su Xinying's lips were tightly closed, her face was cold and stern, and her aura suddenly changed as she unleashed the "Phantom Shadow Sword".

In an instant, his figure seemed to be scattered by an invisible gust of wind, instantly transforming into several illusory afterimages. These afterimages spun rapidly around Qi Meizhen, dazzling the eye and making it difficult to discern his true form. Each afterimage seemed to possess an independent life, moving forward or backward, left or right, like a group of cunning hunters, surrounding Qi Meizhen completely.

The long sword in his hand, gleaming with cold light, flashed with icy glints as it attacked Qi Meizhen swiftly from various cunning directions, its afterimages blurring the path.

Each sword strike contained profound internal force; wherever the sword tip pointed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Each sword shadow carried a sharp gust of wind, cutting the surrounding air into countless fragments. The sword shadows were layered upon layer, like an impenetrable net of swords, enveloping Qi Meizhen and making it impossible for her to defend against them.

Seeing this, Qi Meizhen's gaze sharpened like a hawk's, intently watching Su Xinying's every move. Within her surged the supreme bloodline of the Sunflower Saintess, passed down to her by Shi Feiyang. She knew her opponent's swordsmanship was unpredictable; the slightest mistake could mean certain death. In this life-or-death struggle, every nerve in Qi Meizhen was taut; her heartbeat seemed audible, and every breath felt exceptionally heavy.

Just as Su Xinying's sword tip was about to touch her, Qi Meizhen raised her eyebrows, parted her lips slightly, and let out a delicate shout.

She suddenly leaped into the air, her figure as light as a butterfly in flight, spinning rapidly through the air.

Her movements were fluid and elegant, each turn filled with power and beauty, instantly becoming one with the Miao sword.

As she spun, the Miao sword in her hand drew an elegant yet deadly arc, its blade gleaming with silver light like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. The arc traced a perfect trajectory in the air, as if time itself had frozen in that moment, solely to witness the exquisite beauty of this single strike.

The arc of the sword precisely intersected with Su Xinying's sword shadow, and a series of rapid metallic clanging sounds followed. Qi Meizhen successfully blocked Su Xinying's seemingly impeccable sword move with the exquisite technique of the "Seventeen Armor-Piercing Forms".

The clash of the two weapons sparked a shower of fire.

A resolute glint flashed in Qi Meizhen's eyes. Utilizing the immense power generated by her rotation, she twisted her waist sharply, her Miao sword carrying tremendous force as it slashed fiercely at Su Xinying. This strike was the culmination of all her strength and will; her eyes were filled with unwavering resolve and defiance.

The wind howled as if it could cleave the earth, and the surrounding air made a "whooshing" sound under the pressure of the wind, intimidating her opponent.

Su Xinying's expression changed drastically; he had not expected Qi Meizhen to have such a powerful counterattack ability.

Trying to dodge, he found that his body had been bound by Qi Meizhen's sword strikes during the previous attack, making his movements sluggish.

He felt unprecedented pressure, and every movement seemed so difficult.

He had a bad feeling and hurriedly swung his sword to parry. But his sword seemed so fragile and vulnerable in front of Qi Meizhen's Miao sword.

With a "crack," Su Xinying's longsword broke like a fragile tree branch under Qi Meizhen's sharp blade.

The sharp Miao sword, its momentum undiminished, struck Su Xinying directly.

This strike, like a judgment of fate, was merciless and resolute.

Su Xinying's body was instantly cleaved in two, blood gushing out like a fountain from the broken ends, raining blood into the air. His eyes were wide open, filled with fear and resentment, as if he couldn't believe he had died at Qi Meizhen's hands.

His life came to an end at that moment.

At that moment, Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity perfectly. He wielded the Frostblade, unleashing his awe-inspiring ice-based martial arts to their fullest potential. The Frostblade spun rapidly in his hand, emanating a chilling aura that permeated the air, resembling a giant icy vortex that sent shivers down one's spine.

With each swing of the blade, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and moisture in the air condensed into tiny ice crystals. Even the water in the nearby moat instantly froze into a thick layer of ice under the influence of this powerful ice-based force.

The once swiftly flowing river had now transformed into a crystal-clear expanse of ice, radiating a mysterious and captivating glow under the firelight. The frozen moat formed a natural barrier, effectively curbing the spread of the fire and giving everyone present a precious respite to regroup.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang and the surrounding heroes worked closely together to engage in an even fiercer battle with the swordsmen of Mingjian Manor.

Their duel was full of tension and excitement.

Under Shi Feiyang's leadership, the heroes' morale soared, and they bravely threw themselves into the bloody battle.

In an instant, the sounds of battle shook the heavens, and the clash of weapons echoed throughout the entire barbican, even causing the earth to tremble.

Shi Feiyang wielded the Frost Blade amidst the enemy ranks, each swing unleashing a fierce gust of wind.

Amidst the flashing blades, enemy bandits fell one after another, their figures leaving mottled bloodstains on the ice.

Not to be outdone, the heroes unleashed their unique skills, engaging in a life-or-death duel with the swordsmen of the Famous Sword Manor.

Every move and stance was filled with power and determination; the intensity of the bloody battle was almost unbearable to watch.

After a fierce battle, the swordsmen of Mingjian Manor fell one after another under the combined attack of Shi Feiyang and the other heroes.

The setting sun cast long shadows upon them. They stood in that small space filled with blood and remains, their bodies stained with blood, yet their eyes shone with unwavering determination and pride.

Undeterred by their predicament, they embarked on a new journey, continuing their advance towards Jiangnan.

In the depths of winter, the biting wind, like a herd of wild horses, rampages across the vast expanse of land, roaring with unbridled fury. Snowflakes dance in the powerful wind, falling lightly like feathers scattered from the sky, adorning the earth in a pristine, silvery blanket.

Nature uses its magical paintbrush to sketch tranquil and beautiful paintings on a vast canvas.

Looking out over the shores of Dongting Lake in Yunmengze, the vast expanse of reeds rustles mournfully in the biting wind.

The reeds that usually sway gently in the wind are now stiff in the biting cold. They collide with each other, making a crisp and cold sound, telling the story of the harshness of winter.

The sound, like a mournful winter symphony, heralded the changing of the seasons, making one feel the ruthlessness and grandeur of nature. Occasionally, a few startled birds would take flight from the reeds, their wings piercing the silent, cold sky, leaving trails of panic that added a touch of life and unease to the bleak winter.

Lan Xiaodie, Xie Zhichuan, Fu Anxing, and Dugu Yan, who were hiding in the shadows, had gloomy faces and eyes full of resentment and frustration.

They had meticulously designed multiple blood-red traps, hoping to annihilate Shi Feiyang and his men in one fell swoop, but to their surprise, they were all useless.

Watching Shi Feiyang and the heroes step into the reed marsh, they could only grit their teeth and wait for their chance.

Their hearts were filled with the flames of revenge, yet they also understood that the outcome of this bloody battle was far more complex than they had imagined.

As soon as Shi Feiyang and the group of heroes stepped into the reed marsh, they keenly sensed a strong sense of danger approaching them.

This aura was piercing and alarming, sending chills down one's spine.

The lake water was murky and stagnant, like a pool of dead water, with dark shadows moving about underwater, like demons lurking in the darkness.

These shadowy figures could be creatures from the lake or lurking dangers; they are impossible to discern, leaving one with no choice but to remain vigilant.

A nauseating stench permeated the air, mixed with the putrid smell of the lake water, making one involuntarily frown.

Shi Feiyang and the other heroes all realized that there must be some unknown secret hidden beneath the lake.

Suddenly, a deep, deafening roar came from the bottom of the lake, like muffled thunder rolling underwater.

The sound, like a thunderclap, shattered the tranquility of the lake and the peace in people's hearts.

Dugu Yan's fourth son, Dugu Cang, stood on a high place, his clothes fluttering wildly in the wind. He seemed like a demon god, laughing maniacally as he drove the armored crocodiles. His laughter was like the cold winter wind, piercing and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.

In an instant, dozens of massive armored crocodiles burst from the icy lake water, their scales, hard as iron, gleaming coldly in the wind.

They opened their gaping maws, revealing sharp, knife-like fangs, each fang adorned with glistening ice shards, and lunged at the group, stirring up large sprays of icy water. The water droplets instantly condensed into ice beads in the frigid wind, scattering in all directions. At the same time, the sword-wielding water demons from the depths also sprang into action.

These water ghosts, dressed in black bodysuits, appeared and disappeared in the icy lake water, like phantoms.

Wielding sharp blades that gleamed coldly in the murky water, they moved with effortless grace, launching deadly attacks when the others were off guard. Shi Feiyang, his face cold and resolute, his eyes unwavering, unhesitatingly unleashed his "Leave No Trace for a Thousand Miles" lightness skill.

His figure moved like a black lightning bolt, nimbly weaving between the crocodiles and water ghosts, bringing with it a chilling wind.

With each step, he precisely avoided the enemy's attacks.

His clothes fluttered in the cold wind, but it did not affect his speed and agility in the slightest.

Seeing this, Jin Liufu, nicknamed "Water Dragon," had a resolute look in his eyes. Without hesitation, he used his "Water-Splitting Thrust" technique and jumped into the water.

The icy lake water instantly submerged him, but he seemed completely oblivious to the cold. The water-splitting dagger in his hand gleamed coldly as it danced in the water, each thrust carrying a powerful force that instantly tore the skin of several armored crocodiles apart.

Blood spread in the cold water, instantly turning the surrounding lake water dark red, which spurred the other crocodiles to attack even more frantically.

However, Hu Yonghuai, the leader of the Shuilian Gang, and his vice leaders Hu Jinghuai, Hu Shanhuai, Hu Youhuai, and Hu Jiehuai, were like five venomous snakes lurking in the darkness, quietly swimming towards Jin Liufu in the water.

They each held a sharp weapon in their hands, their eyes filled with ferocity and greed.

Hu Yonghuai was the first to attack, slashing his long knife at Jin Liufu. The blade flashed in the water, creating a cold current.

Jin Liufu reacted quickly, dodging to the side and thrusting the Water-Splitting Dagger towards Hu Yonghuai.

Hu Yonghuai quickly used his knife to defend himself; the weapons clashed, producing a dull sound that echoed in the water.

Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed like lightning, instantly capturing Jin Liufu's perilous situation. Several Shui Lian Gang experts surrounded him like hungry wolves, and the situation was extremely precarious. A cold glint suddenly flashed in his eyes, like a lightning bolt streaking across a cold night, carrying a chilling aura.

The Frostblade he gripped tightly in his hand gleamed with a chilling light in the dim daylight, resembling an ice dragon about to devour its prey.

In an instant, Shi Feiyang activated the Mingyu Gong, and his aura surged, fully activating the eighth level – "Supreme Forgetfulness".

A surge of powerful inner energy erupted, forming a strong cold field centered on him. The surrounding waters seemed to be frozen solid as if subjected to a millennium of extreme cold. In a very short time, the lake water transformed from flowing liquid into solid ice. Beneath the surface, ice ridges rapidly grew and spread, turning the entire body of water into an icy cage.

The ice shimmered with an eerie blue light, appearing particularly strange in the murky lake water. Each icicle was incredibly sharp, capable of easily piercing any object that approached. Shi Feiyang leaped into the water like a black meteor.

In the icy lake water, the Frostblade's chill intensified, instantly forming a thick layer of ice around its blade. The ice was crystal clear, yet exuded a deadly cold. He wielded the Frostblade, each swing carrying an overwhelming momentum and powerful ice-based energy.

Where the blade flashed, the lake water instantly froze. The Water Ripple Gang members, who had been swimming nimbly in the water, were trapped in this sudden ice prison, their movements becoming sluggish and difficult. Inside the ice prison, the Water Ripple Gang members' figures were twisted and deformed. They frantically pounded on the ice, the bubbles from their breath rising rapidly in the icy water, only to be instantly frozen to the surface of the ice.

Hu Yonghuai, the leader of the Water Ripple Gang, is skilled in the "Water Snake Swimming Technique".

At this moment, he was trapped in the ice, his body shivering from the cold, but his years of experience in the martial world kept him calm. He unleashed the "Water Serpent Strangling Whip," the long whip in his hand like a nimble water serpent, winding and weaving through the ice crevices, lashing towards Shi Feiyang.

The long whip whistled through the air, shattering the ice wherever it went, sending ice shards flying and forming plumes of white smoke in the water.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed the "Water Snake Entangling Silk Force," his long whip suddenly spinning in the air, the tip of the whip wrapping around Shi Feiyang's wrist like fine silk, attempting to disarm him of the Heavenly Frost Blade.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and with a horizontal slash of his Heavenly Frost Blade, he blocked Hu Yonghuai's long whip.

The ice-based power was transmitted through the Frost Blade to the long whip, instantly freezing it.

The surface of the whip was quickly covered with a thick layer of ice, becoming completely stiff.

Hu Yonghuai was shocked and tried to pull back the whip, but found that it had been frozen solid.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang slashed with his sword. The blade flashed and carried a chilling aura, severing Hu Yonghuai's arm.

Hu Yonghuai screamed as blood gushed from his severed arm, spreading rapidly in the cold lake water and turning the surrounding water a dark red.

Blood permeated the water, like a blooming, alluring flower, drifting slowly with the current.

Shi Feiyang pressed his advantage, wielding the Frost Blade once more. With a flash of cold light, Hu Yonghuai's head flew off instantly, his body slowly sinking to the bottom of the lake. Blood spread through the ice cracks, resembling a blooming blood flower, which looked particularly shocking against the backdrop of the dark blue ice.

The deputy leader, Hu Jinghuai, was proficient in the "Azure Wave Phantom Sword." He moved swiftly through the ice, his longsword flashing with a ghostly blue light as he unleashed the "Azure Wave Phantom Thrust," his sword strikes as elusive as phantoms as he thrust towards Shi Feiyang.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed the "Azure Wave Soul-Swaying Technique," with blue ripples spreading around the sword, attacking Shi Feiyang along with the sword strike, attempting to disrupt his mind. Shi Feiyang turned his body, dodging Hu Jinghuai's attack like a ghost, while simultaneously slashing towards Hu Jinghuai's chest with the Heavenly Frost Blade.

Hu Jinghuai hurriedly used his sword to defend himself. The sword and blade clashed, producing a crisp sound and sparks flying, shimmering in the dark lake water. However, Shi Feiyang's ice-based power was too strong. Hu Jinghuai's longsword was instantly frozen. Then, Shi Feiyang's Heavenly Frost Blade severed his sword and slashed open his chest, spilling out his internal organs.

Hu Jinghuai's eyes widened, filled with endless fear and resentment, as he sank to the bottom of the icy lake. As his body sank, it created a trail of murky bubbles, and blood gushed from his wounds, making the surrounding lake water increasingly thick and viscous.

The deputy leader, Hu Shanhuai, has mastered the "Iron Palm Water-Splitting Skill" and comes from the Water-Splitting Gang.

He slapped his palms with the powerful force of the water flow towards Shi Feiyang, creating huge whirlpools in the lake wherever he went, which swirled rapidly, pulling in the surrounding ice and debris.

At this moment, he unleashed the "Water-Splitting and Sky-Shattering Palm," condensing a transparent water blade between his palms. With the force of his palm, it swiftly slashed towards Shi Feiyang, shattering the ice layers wherever it passed.

Shi Feiyang dodged Hu Shanhuai's attack with a flash, and at the same time, the Heavenly Frost Blade drew an arc in the air and slashed towards Hu Shanhuai.

Hu Shanhuai used both palms to block, the palms colliding with the knife, producing a dull sound, like muffled thunder echoing in the lake.

However, Shi Feiyang's strength was too great. Hu Shanhuai's palms were instantly cleaved open, bleeding profusely. In the icy lake water, his wounds quickly froze into a thin layer of ice.

Shi Feiyang followed up with another strike, cleaving Hu Shanhuai's body in two. Blood and internal organs scattered in the lake, a gruesome scene. His upper half floated for a moment before slowly sinking, while his lower half was swept into a whirlpool and disappeared into the dark lakebed. Hu Youhuai, the vice-leader, skilled in "poison water darts," took advantage of Shi Feiyang's fight with the other vice-leaders to pull out several poison water darts from his waist and fire them at Shi Feiyang. The poison water darts flew rapidly through the water, carrying a pungent odor, and wherever they passed, the lake water turned an eerie green.

He then unleashed the "Five Poisons Bewitching Mist," quickly crushing a pill in his hand. Instantly, a colorful mist filled the lake, obscuring Shi Feiyang's vision. Wherever the poisonous mist reached, the ice was rapidly corroded, emitting a "sizzling" sound.

Sensing danger, Shi Feiyang quickly dodged to the side. The poison dart grazed his clothes, leaving corrosive marks on the ice. The ice corroded by the poison dart melted rapidly, forming irregular holes.

A flash of anger crossed Shi Feiyang's eyes. He moved like lightning and charged toward Hu Youhuai.

Upon seeing this, Hu Youhuai tried to escape, but found that his body was bound by ice and he could no longer move.

Shi Feiyang approached him, and with a swift stroke of his Heavenly Frost Blade, severed Hu Youhuai's head. Hu Youhuai's body slowly collapsed, his blood staining the surrounding ice. His head tumbled a few times in the lake before sinking to the bottom, his eyes still wide open, filled with endless terror.

The deputy gang leader, Hu Jiehuai, was proficient in the "Water Ghost's Deadly Claw." He reached out with both hands like ghostly claws towards Shi Feiyang. His nails were extremely sharp and carried a sinister aura. His nails made a piercing sound as they scratched the ice.

He then cast the "Water Ghost Bewitching Spell," chanting incantations, causing black ripples to spread across the lake, surging towards Shi Feiyang in an attempt to disturb his mind.

Shi Feiyang brandished the Frost Blade and engaged in a fierce battle with Hu Jiehuai.

Blades flashed and claws clashed as the two men weaved through the ice, each exchange sending up splashes of water and ice shards.

Seizing the opportunity, Shi Feiyang swung the Frost Blade and severed Hu Jiehuai's hands.

Hu Jiehuai screamed in agony as blood gushed from his severed hand, forming a red mist in the water.

Shi Feiyang then kicked him in the chest, sending him flying.

Hu Jiehuai's body crashed into the ice, which instantly shattered, and he sank to the bottom of the lake. He struggled in vain, waving his hands, until finally, he became still. His body was gradually buried in the silt at the bottom of the lake, leaving only a dark red stain of blood.

Gongsun Ren gripped the Wu-Yue hook and nimbly darted through the water.

His Wu-Yue hook gleamed with a silver light, and each swing carried immense power.

He worked closely with Yang Feng and Xiang Kun, engaging in a fierce battle with the henchmen of the Water Ripple Gang. Yang Feng gripped the Ghost Ring Blade, the blade flashing and spraying blood that slowly dispersed in the cold lake water, resembling blooming red flowers.

Xiang Kun gripped the iron flute and played eerie melodies that echoed across the lake, disturbing the minds of his enemies. He then seized the opportunity to strike and kill them one by one.

The henchmen fell one after another under their attack. Some were hooked by Wu Yue's hook, some were slashed by the Ghost Ring Blade, and some were pierced by the Iron Flute. The lake was filled with their corpses, and the blood made the lake water even thicker, like a sea of ​​blood.

In an instant, the lake water flashed with the light of swords and shadows, and the shouts of battle and the clash of weapons mingled together, echoing in the cold lake water.

Blood spread through the ice crevices, turning the entire lake a dark red, transforming the waters into a bloody battlefield. Icicles gleamed coldly in the blood-soaked water, intertwining with floating corpses and scattered entrails, creating a gruesome and terrifying scene.

The biting wind howled and swept across the shore like a knife. Xie Zhichuan's figure was concealed in a black robe, his face covered by a black cloth, revealing only his eyes, which were filled with madness, like two burning will-o'-the-wisps, flickering with an eerie light in this frigid world.

The longsword he gripped tightly in his hand was dark and exuded a chilling aura, like a venomous snake that had been lurking for a long time and was about to devour its prey.

At this moment, Xie Zhichuan unleashed the "Thirteen Deadly Swords," charging towards Yi Li like a ghost. The first sword, "Sword to Seal the Throat," saw his figure move like a black lightning bolt, his longsword slicing through the air with a straight, cold light, aimed directly at Yi Li's throat.

The sword was so fast that a hissing sound could be heard in the air, as if the space itself had been cleaved open by this fierce sword strike.

Upon seeing this, Ellie's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, but she showed no sign of panic. She wore a moon-white brocade robe, the hem of which was embroidered with delicate silver patterns, which fluttered gently in the cold wind, like a snow lotus blooming on an icy plain, pure and beautiful.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, a few strands blowing in the wind, adding to her ethereal beauty.

With a light flick of her wrist, Elizabeth drew a graceful arc with her longsword, unleashing the "Ethereal Clouds and Mist" move of the Cloud and Mist Sword Technique.

Her figure was light and agile, like a feather drifting in the wind. With a seemingly casual swing of her longsword, she perfectly blocked Xie Zhichuan's fatal strike. The two swords clashed, producing a crisp "clang," sparks flying, and gleaming coldly in the wind.

The sparks that flew everywhere were like fireworks that bloomed and disappeared in the night sky, but they carried a deadly danger.

Xie Zhichuan missed his first strike, let out a cold snort, and turned his body, his second sword, "Returning Wind and Seizing the Moon," following closely behind. His body spun rapidly in the air, and the longsword, as he spun, brought up a sharp whirlwind, its shadow resembling a crescent moon, slashing towards Yili's neck.

Elizabeth's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.
On this frigid battlefield, her smile was like the warm spring sun, yet it carried endless killing intent. She lightly touched the ground with her toes, her body floating gracefully to one side like a white cloud lifted by the wind. Simultaneously, she swung her longsword, unleashing the move "Cloud and Mist Cover." A white, misty sword aura, like morning fog, instantly enveloped Xie Zhichuan, causing his swordplay to momentarily lose its direction.

(End of this chapter)