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

Chapter 205. Bloodbath at Yunmeng Marsh: Pretty Eliza suppresses the Thirteen Deadly Swords
Xie Zhichuan's eyes grew increasingly crazed amidst the mist. He brandished his longsword, unleashing a move called "Azure Peak Slicing Face." The longsword gleamed coldly in the mist, pressing down on Yili like an azure mountain, the sword wind slicing through the surrounding air with a sharp whistling sound.

With her beautiful eyes sparkling, Ellie moved nimbly through the mist. She unleashed a move called "Cloud Sea Mist," her longsword dancing rapidly, creating layers of sword shadows that resembled rolling clouds, blocking all of Xie Zhichuan's sword attacks.

Each clash of swords produced a crisp sound that echoed in the cold wind. Xie Zhichuan grew increasingly furious as he watched Yili easily deflect his attacks. He suddenly roared and unleashed a move called "Wrist-Crashing Sword Strike."

With a sudden twist, the longsword slashed towards Ellie's wrist. Simultaneously, a flick of the wrist released a burst of hidden energy from the blade, attempting to deflect the sword from Ellie's hand. Ellie raised an eyebrow, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

She quickly took a step back, while simultaneously spinning her longsword rapidly, unleashing a move called "Cloudy Void and Misty Sky".

Her sword shadows became ethereal and elusive, as if they had merged into the air, causing Xie Zhichuan's sword strikes to miss once again.

Taking advantage of Xie Zhichuan's weakened stance, Ellie suddenly stepped forward, her longsword flashing like a shooting star as she thrust towards him. This move was "Parting the Clouds to See the Sun." Xie Zhichuan was shocked and quickly dodged to the side, simultaneously unleashing a move called "Bowing to Gaze at the Moon."

His body was like a bent bow, and the long sword in his hand was like the bright moon hanging high, stabbing towards Ellie's chest.

Unperturbed, Ellie unleashed a move called "Dark Clouds Pressing Down," raising her longsword high and then slashing it down at Xie Zhichuan with immense force, just like a dark cloud pressing down on the earth with overwhelming momentum.

Xie Zhichuan quickly used his sword to defend, and the two swords clashed again. The powerful impact caused cracks to appear in the ground around them.

Xie Zhichuan finally understood just how powerful Yili was. He gritted his teeth and unleashed a move called "Retreating Swallow".

He retreated rapidly, his longsword tracing an arc in the air as he swept it toward Ellie's legs.

With a light leap, like a butterfly in flight, Ellie unleashed a move called "Dense Fog Covering the Sky" in mid-air. A dense cloud of sword energy, like a thick fog, instantly enveloped Xie Zhichuan, causing him to completely lose track of Ellie.

Within the thick fog, Ellie's figure appeared and disappeared, the longsword in her hand gleaming coldly, like the scythe of death, ready to reap Xie Zhichuan's life at any moment. The cold wind, like a roaring beast, raged across the sky above Yunmeng Marsh, emitting mournful howls, as if to engulf everything in the world into endless darkness.

Fu Anxing, the "Enchanting Beauty of the Frontier," is like a raging fire, unrestrained yet deadly.

She wore a fiery red mink robe, made from the mink of the extremely cold Western Regions. The robe not only protected her from the bitter cold of the icy landscape, but its vibrant color also made her stand out in the vast white world.

The fur on the sable pelt trembled gently in the wind, as if each hair contained the power of life.

Fu Anxing's long hair, like black silk, flew wildly, contrasting with her fiery red robe, just like flames dancing in the wind, making her aura even more intense and arrogant.

The long whip she gripped tightly in her hand resembled an ancient, lurking beast. The whip was made from the hide of a thousand-year-old icy dragon, and the fine scales on the dragon's hide shimmered with a cold and eerie luster in this frigid world, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, exuding a chilling aura.

Fu Anxing's eyes revealed a fierce and resolute look, like a hungry mother wolf locking onto her prey.

She suddenly swung her long whip, a swipe that seemed to carry the power of a raging wind from the western desert.

The long whip whistled in the cold wind, winding its way forward in an extremely eerie arc, like a nimble yet deadly venomous snake, leaving a blurry afterimage in the air.

The long whip whistled sharply, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, piercing straight to the heart, and lashed towards Qi Meizhen with the force of a thunderbolt.

Qi Meizhen, a beautiful woman from a military family, underwent a dramatic transformation after marrying Shi Feiyang.

Her posture was as upright as a pine tree, yet she possessed a feminine grace. She wore a black, form-fitting outfit that perfectly accentuated her agile figure. Over this outfit was a white fox fur cloak, the fur as white as snow, its soft fur swaying gently in the wind, further highlighting her heroic and valiant bearing, making her seem like a war goddess emerging from the snow.

The Miao sword she gripped tightly gleamed with a cold light, its blade bearing deep, dark blood grooves that silently told of the countless lives it had consumed, each groove etched with a thrilling tale of bloody battle.

Faced with Fu Anxing's bizarre and ruthless Western Region whip technique, Qi Meizhen's eyes remained firm as iron, gleaming with confidence.

She nimbly dodged to the side, each movement precise and agile, like a cheetah running across the grasslands, her figure lithe and her movements fluid. Her figure moved swiftly in the cold wind, her clothes fluttering, stirring up a gust of biting wind.

The Miao sword danced rapidly in her hands, the wind from the blade whistling like a tornado, drawing in the surrounding air.

With her powerful internal strength, she brought the Miao sword to its fullest potential.

This powerful internal strength is thanks to the superior bloodline of the Sunflower Saintess in Shi Feiyang's body.

That power flowed through her body, making each of her breaths contain immense energy.

Qi Meizhen unleashed the "Seventeen Forms of Armor Breaking" Miao sword technique. The first form, "Cold Blade Breaking Ice," saw her take a sudden step forward, her Miao sword carrying a chilling aura as she slashed at Fu Anxing's long whip.

Seeing this, Fu Anxing sneered. With a flick of her wrist, the long whip twisted like a serpent, skillfully avoiding Qi Meizhen's attack. At the same time, the tip of the whip was like a sharp dagger, stabbing towards Qi Meizhen's throat.

Qi Meizhen's eyes sharpened, and she quickly took a step back, unleashing the second move, "Spinning Blade Returning Wind." The Miao blade spun rapidly in her hand, creating a powerful whirlwind that deflected Fu Anxing's whip.

The two exchanged blows. Fu Anxing's Western Region whip technique was unpredictable and ever-changing, sometimes like a dragon emerging from the sea, sometimes like a snake coiling around the body; Qi Meizhen's "Seventeen Armor-Breaking Forms" Miao sword technique was fierce and domineering, with each strike carrying immense power.

The long whip and the Miao knife collided, producing a crisp and loud sound that echoed in the cold wind.

When Fu Anxing attacks, the whip suddenly bends, striking Qi Meizhen from an unexpected angle, making it impossible to defend against. Qi Meizhen, with her agile figure and superb swordsmanship, defuses the crisis time and time again, while searching for Fu Anxing's weaknesses, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.

In the midst of this fierce battle, the ground around the two was cracked by the powerful force of their energy, and the cold wind howled into the cracks, making a sharp whistling sound.

In the Yunmeng Marsh, ravaged by the cold wind, Lan Xiaodie, not far away, seemed like a ghost quietly drifting out from the deep darkness, exuding an aura that was both chilling and captivating.

As a Miao woman, she wore a long, light blue gauze dress that clung to her body; the blue was like the water of an ancient pool in the deep mountains of Miao territory, mysterious and profound.

The eerie black patterns embroidered on the hem of her skirt resembled mysterious runes from ancient Miao witchcraft, fluttering gently in the wind. Each sway seemed to tell an ancient and sinister story, adding to her mysterious and exotic charm.

Her long, jet-black hair flowed freely, adorned with several hair ornaments made of fish bones and colorful feathers. With her movements, they made crisp sounds, like the low murmur of Miao insects, which seemed out of place yet extremely alluring in this icy and snowy landscape.

The Azure Phosphorus Sword that Lan Xiaodie held tightly in her hand seemed to have been soaked in the poison of the Miao region for thousands of years, shimmering with an eerie green light. The light flickered like will-o'-the-wisps, and every inch of the sword was stained with deadly poison. With just a light touch, the poison would instantly invade the human body like a surging tide, causing the person to die from poisoning in endless pain.

Her eyes were filled with malice and determination, like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, staring intently at Bai Zhi, her heart filled with both old and new grudges.

The past entanglements in Miao territory surged within her like a raging tide, driving her to make Bai Zhi pay a heavy price here today. At this moment, Lan Xiaodie launched a swift attack on Bai Zhi.

Her swordsmanship is unpredictable and ever-changing, having been taught by a mysterious sword sect in Miao territory, combining the agility of Gu worms with the insidious venom of poisons.

With each thrust of the sword, the sword shadows overlapped, like countless worms dancing in the air, dazzling and impossible to defend against.

Her first sword strike, "Gu Shadow Piercing the Heart," was like a blue lightning bolt, the blade flashing with an eerie green light, aimed straight at Bai Zhi's heart. The speed was so fast that no one had time to react.

Bai Zhi's face was as cold and stern as frost, and her eyes were filled with vigilance, like a lone wolf that was always on guard against its natural enemies.

She wore a light purple dress, the color resembling the misty fog in the mountains of Miao territory at dawn—gentle yet subtly powerful.

The silver threads embroidered on the clothes shimmered faintly in the cold wind, as if they were the radiance of an ancient Miao totem.

She wielded a spiked, three-hearted silver staff, forged from the unique cold iron of the Miao region. The spikes on the staff gleamed with a cold light, standing out starkly against the icy landscape. The runes engraved on the spikes were ancient protective spells of the Miao people, yet now they were imbued with offensive power.

Bai Zhi showed no fear in the face of Lan Xiaodie's fierce and murderous attack.

She trained in the harsh environment of Miao territory from a young age and learned superb stick fighting skills.

At this moment, she wielded the silver staff with steady and powerful movements, each swing carrying immense force.

The silver staff in her hand was like a nimble dragon, soaring up and down, blocking every attack from Lan Xiaodie.

As Lan Xiaodie's Azure Phosphorus Sword thrust forward, Bai Zhi unleashed the "Serpent Coiling Staff" technique. Her silver staff spun rapidly like a serpent, skillfully deflecting the attack. The silver staff and the Azure Phosphorus Sword collided, producing a crisp "clang," sparks flying and shimmering coldly in the frigid air. Those sparks, illuminated by the eerie green sword light and the silver staff's shadow, resembled eerie fireworks blooming in the night sky, yet carried a deadly danger.

Seeing that her sword strike missed, Lan Xiaodie became furious and her swordsmanship became even more ruthless. She unleashed the "Ten Thousand Gu Corroding Bone Sword," the Azure Phosphorus Sword dancing rapidly in the air, its shadows resembling a swarm of crazed Gu worms, attacking Bai Zhi's vital points.

Bai Zhi then unleashed the "Rock Solid Staff Technique," her silver staff spinning rapidly in front of her, forming an unbreakable defensive barrier that completely blocked Lan Xiaodie's attacks. The ground around them cracked under the powerful impact of the energy, emanating chilling air as if the gates of hell were about to open.

A cold wind howled between the two of them, blowing their clothes and hair.

The master of Mingjian Manor, Dugu Yan, is like a war god descended to earth, yet he exudes a cold and murderous aura.

He wore a pure white brocade robe, of exquisite quality, embroidered with ancient sword patterns outlined in silver thread. The robe swayed gently with his movements, making him appear like an immortal descending to earth. However, the long sword in his hand gleamed with a chilling light and exuded a bone-chilling killing intent, instantly shattering the ethereal aura surrounding him.

Dugu Yan's eyes flashed like lightning as she locked onto Gong Simeng, and she immediately unleashed the "Eight Forms of Famous Swordsmanship".

With the first move, "Sword Shadow Splitting Light," his figure suddenly turned around, moving with lightning speed.

In an instant, a sharp sword aura burst forth from the longsword in his hand, drawing a straight and dazzling white light in the air. The sword aura crisscrossed, like an invisible net, enveloping Gong Simeng.

A sharp whistling sound rang out in the air, as the sword energy shattered the surrounding snow, which was also swept up by the sword energy and flew everywhere.

Gong Simeng has a graceful figure, like a beautiful flower blooming on an ice field.

She wore a golden silk dress embroidered with exquisite phoenix patterns, which shimmered dazzlingly in the sunlight.

A black cloak draped over her shoulders fluttered in the wind, adding to her mystery and allure. Since marrying Shi Feiyang, she had absorbed the Sunflower Saintess's superior bloodline from him. At this moment, her eyes shone with confidence and power, her inner strength unfathomable.

Faced with Dugu Yan's attack, Gong Simeng remained calm and composed, holding a python whip made from the sinews of a deep-sea giant serpent, and suddenly swung it.

The python whip traced a black arc through the air, like a black lightning bolt, carrying immense power and a whistling sound, directly meeting Dugu Yan's sword energy. She unleashed a move from the "Holy Water Divine Skill," "Spirit Serpent Emerges from its Cave," the python whip resembling a nimble giant python, its tip trembling rapidly like a snake's tongue, precisely striking Dugu Yan's sword energy with a crisp explosion, sparks flying everywhere.

Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Dugu Yan's eyes, and she immediately unleashed the second move, "Cold Star Chasing the Moon".

His body spun rapidly in the air, and the longsword, as he spun, created rings of white sword energy, like cold stars surrounding him, as it rapidly spun towards Gong Simeng.

Wherever the sword energy reached, it cut deep grooves into the ice on the ground, and a chilling aura emanated from it.

Gong Simeng raised her eyebrows slightly, and with a flick of her jade hand, the python whip instantly lengthened in her grasp, unleashing a move from the "Holy Water Divine Skill" called "Python Entangling Cold Stars." The python whip, like a giant python, tightly coiled around the rings of sword energy, the two resisting each other and emitting a "sizzling" sound.

With her profound internal strength, Gong Simeng continuously poured her surging internal energy into the python whip, causing a faint golden light to emanate from it, which contrasted sharply with Dugu Yan's white sword energy.

Dugu Yan snorted coldly and unleashed the third move, "Gentle Breeze Breaks the Clouds." With a gentle wave of his longsword, an invisible sword wind swept towards Gong Simeng. The sword wind appeared gentle, but it contained immense power.

Gong Simeng's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she suddenly took a step back. At the same time, she rapidly wielded her python whip, unleashing a move from the "Holy Water Divine Skill" called "Water Curtain Heavenly Splendor." The python whip spun rapidly in the air, creating a golden light curtain that, like a surging sea wave, completely blocked Dugu Yan's sword wind.

The light barrier collided with the sword wind, producing a dull thud. The cracks in the ground deepened under the impact of this powerful force. The two exchanged blows, their moves extremely fierce. Dugu Yan, with her superb and sharp swordsmanship, made each strike carry a deadly threat; Gong Simeng, on the other hand, relied on her profound internal energy to bring her "Holy Water Divine Skill" to its fullest potential.

The air around them was distorted by this powerful force, and cracks crisscrossed the ground as if it had been ripped apart by an invisible giant hand.

Yunmeng Marsh is like an ancient battlefield sealed by the bitter cold, with gale-force winds and blizzards, like raging beasts rampaging across the land.

The reeds all around were bent under the weight of ice and snow, trembling in the gale and emitting mournful cries, as if they were lamenting the cruel battle.

The lake was frozen solid, its surface shimmering with a cold light under the gloomy sky, like a giant, frigid mirror reflecting the chaotic and bloody scene of the world. In this land utterly shrouded in bitter cold, the heroes of Xiong Ying and the enemy bandits were locked in a brutal and chaotic battle.

The biting wind was like countless sharp blades, slashing across everyone's faces, yet the heroes of Xiong Ying showed no fear.

Each of them had an unwavering gaze, burning with a resolute determination to die for their cause, and no hardship or obstacle in the world could shake their will.

At this moment, they gripped their weapons tightly and fought a desperate battle with the enemy without hesitation. Every swing of their weapons was filled with their desire for victory and their determination to defend justice.

Shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the howling of the cold wind mingled together, echoing wildly across the frigid Yunmeng Marsh, like a tragic yet stirring battle song, playing the melody of a life-or-death struggle.

The swirling snowflakes were swept up by this tumultuous force, dancing erratically in the air. Some snowflakes fell into the pool of blood, instantly turning crimson, before being buried by the following snowflakes.

Liao Pei, the master of "Tongbei Quan," is like a raging bull that has been completely enraged. Even in the freezing winter, he still fights shirtless.

His muscles were like cast iron, and instead of freezing in the cold wind, they radiated heat. His body was an inextinguishable furnace.

He unleashed the Tongbei Fist, his arms moving with lightning speed, each punch like a pair of heavy iron hammers crashing down.

The wind howled with each punch, and a deep, resounding sound filled the air, like rolling thunder exploding in one's ears.

When his fist struck the enemy bandit, the bandit's body was instantly struck as if by a heavy artillery shell. The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible, and blood and flesh splattered out, creating a blood mist in the cold air. The blood mist mingled with the swirling snowflakes, making the scene even more gruesome.

Lie Quan, known as the "Qiankun Blade," wielded a broad, heavy sword in each hand, the blades gleaming with a chilling light, like a deadly messenger from hell. He unleashed the Qiankun Blade Technique, the two blades flashing and gleaming as they moved through the enemy ranks like two bolts of lightning.

Each strike carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, drawing the enemy bandits into an endless vortex of energy and utterly crushing them.

Where the knife passed, the enemy's body was easily cleaved open, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the surrounding snow a dazzling crimson. The bright red bloodstains were particularly glaring against the white snow.

Next, Lie Quan and Liao Pei fought Dugu Cang's "Eight Styles of Famous Swords" together, and the battle was so fierce that it was breathtaking.

Dugu Cang's sword moves were fierce, each strike carrying powerful sword energy, drawing dazzling white streaks in the air.

Liao Pei and Lie Quan, relying on their powerful fist and sword techniques, engaged in a fierce battle with Dugu Cang.

Their energies collided, producing a deafening sound. The surrounding ground was shaken, dust flew up, and the snow was lifted by the powerful force, spreading into a white mist in the air.

Amidst the snow and mist, swords flashed and blood splattered from time to time, making it impossible to tell whose blood it was.

Meanwhile, reeds swept down by the strong wind rolled on the snow.

Wu Zhong, nicknamed "Iron Palm," was dressed in a black outfit, his resolute expression as cold and steely as steel.

He activated the internal energy of the "Six Harmonies True Scripture" and unleashed the "Subduing Demon Palm," his palms carrying an overwhelming force.

With each strike, the air seemed to be compressed tightly by an invisible giant hand, producing a "sizzling" sound.

When his iron palm struck the enemy, the bandit's body instantly caved in, his bones shattering under the powerful force, and his internal organs being crushed. The bandit spat out a large amount of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, twitching a few times before becoming still. The splattered blood quickly congealed on the cold ground, forming patches of dark red frost.

Xiao Lingling, known as "Mandarin Duck Blades," moves with the grace of a butterfly in flight, yet the twin blades she wields carry a deadly danger.

The twin blades gleamed with a cold light, spinning rapidly in her hands. Each swing was like two deadly butterflies flitting among the enemy bandits. Wherever the blades touched, the enemy's skin was easily cut open, and blood gushed out.

Her figure moved nimbly through the enemy ranks, and wherever she went, enemy soldiers fell one after another, their screams echoing everywhere. Soon, the ground was covered with the corpses and blood of the enemy soldiers. Snowflakes fell on the corpses, quickly becoming soaked with blood.

Miao Menlong, the "sharp archer," stood on a distant high ground, like a calm grim reaper.

He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, his archery skills were astonishing.

Each arrow carried a sharp momentum, streaking across the cold sky like a meteor, leaving a long trail of flame.

The moment the arrow was released, a sharp whistling sound filled the air, as if it were the call of death.

The arrow struck the enemy bandit's vitals with perfect accuracy, and the bandit died before he could even let out a scream.

The arrow shaft pierced the enemy's body, and blood slowly flowed down the shaft, leaving dark red pools on the snow.

In Shan Zhi's hand, a small and exquisite plum blossom dart was held. Although the dart was small, it was coated with a deadly poison.

He moved with the agility of a nimble monkey, darting swiftly through the enemy ranks.

Each time it was thrown, the plum blossom dart flew towards the enemy bandits like a black lightning bolt, carrying deadly poison.

Once struck by the plum blossom dart, the enemy bandit first let out a painful scream, then his body began to turn black rapidly as the poison spread quickly through his body. The bandit's face contorted, and he frantically scratched at his body before collapsing to the ground and dying in extreme agony.

Just then, a crow flew overhead, cawing, adding an ominous touch to this blood-soaked place.

"Round Barrel" Lu Dechu was obese but incredibly agile. He held a gourd of wine, which instantly transformed into a deadly weapon in his hands. He wielded the gourd with tremendous force, each swing carrying immense power.

When the gourd struck the enemy, his body was instantly smashed into a bloody mess, bones shattered, and he collapsed to the ground like a rag doll. The gourd, stained with the enemy's blood, gleamed eerily in the cold wind.

The felled reeds around them swayed in the wind, as if trying to escape the bloody massacre.

Jiang Huotian, nicknamed "Bamboo Pole," holds a slender bamboo pole in his hand. The bamboo pole seems to come alive in his hands, like a nimble long snake.

He used a bamboo pole to poke, stab, and flick, each movement precise and swift.

The tip of the bamboo pole, like a sharp spear, easily pierced the enemy bandits' bodies, causing blood to gush out from the pierced areas.

He weaved through the enemy ranks, and wherever he went, the enemy fell victim, leaving behind a trail of bloody footprints on the ground.

These bloody footprints were quickly partially covered by the swirling snowflakes, leaving only blurry traces.

At this moment, "Erlang Shen" Shi Feiyang, "Water Dragon" Jin Liufu, "Centipede" Gongsun Ren, and "Blue-faced Beast" Yang Feng flew out from the icy region.

They still carried the chill of broken ice, like a group of demons emerging from an icy hell.

The Heavenly Frost Blade in Shi Feiyang's hand exuded a bone-chilling coldness, with a thick layer of frost condensing around its blade; the Water-Splitting Thorn in Jin Liufu's hand gleamed with a cold light, as if it could cut everything into pieces; the Wu-Yue Hook in Gongsun Ren's hand had a peculiar shape, shimmering with an eerie light in the sunlight; and the iron rings on the Ghost Ring Blade in Yang Feng's hand made a crisp sound, like the death knell of the Grim Reaper.

They joined the melee, instantly unleashing a bloody storm. Enemy bandits fell one after another under their attacks, their blood flowing in winding rivers on the snow, turning Yunmengze into a living hell.

The gale, like a raging beast, roared wildly over the Yunmeng Marsh, while the blizzard, like countless sharp blades, pierced the earth with madness.

In this brutal battle intertwined with cold and chaos, every second witnessed lives vanishing like candles in the wind, and also showcased the fierce contest of the iron will of the heroes of Xiong Ying.

Shi Feiyang was like a war god who had emerged from an icy hell, exuding a chilling aura.

He gripped the Frostblade tightly, which gleamed even more chillingly in the biting wind.

A thick layer of frost shimmered with a cold light on the blade; that frost was the killing intent that had been precipitated over the years.

After slaughtering the enemy bandits, Shi Feiyang's eyes, sharp as an eagle's, were fixed on Dugu Cang, the "Number One Swordsman in the Northwest." His gaze seemed to pierce through all obstacles and reach his target. Jin Liufu, the "Water Dragon," had just emerged from the icy lake, his body still dripping with cold water.

Lake water dripped continuously from the hem of his clothes, instantly freezing into ice beads in the icy snow. He gripped the Water-Splitting Dagger tightly in his hand, its gleaming cold light resembling a star twinkling in the cold night, yet carrying a deadly danger. Jin Liufu's movements were agile, like a dragon moving freely through the water, and he was now eager to unleash a bloodbath on land.

Gongsun Ren, nicknamed "Centipede," wielded a uniquely shaped Wu-Yue hook. The hook gleamed silver in the dim light, its glow like a ghostly eye, eerie and unsettling. Gongsun Ren's eyes were ruthless; his movements were agile, like a centipede lurking in the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow with its sharp hook at any moment.

Yang Feng, nicknamed "Blue-Faced Beast," gripped the Ghost Ring Blade. The iron rings on the blade collided with each other, producing a crisp yet chilling sound.

Each crisp sound was like the death knell tolling, echoing through the howling winds of the world.

Yang Feng's expression was cold and stern, and the blue scar on his face looked even more ferocious and terrifying in the tense atmosphere.

The four of them had only one unwavering thought: kill Dugu Cang first!

They completely disregarded the sordid rules of the martial world, where one-on-one combat was the only objective; victory was their sole goal. Their figures shot through the air like arrows, leaving trails of afterimages and whipping up a chilling gust of wind as they swiftly pounced towards Dugu Cang.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the ultimate skill of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, his blade dancing and exuding a chilling aura.

A massive, icy blue blade of energy, like a roaring ice dragon, swept towards Dugu Cang with overwhelming force. Wherever it went, the air froze instantly, and snowflakes condensed into icicles in the air before falling to the ground.

Jin Liufu flashed like a black lightning bolt, his Water-Splitting Dagger like a dragon emerging from the sea, aimed straight at Dugu Cang's throat.

His speed was so fast that no one had time to react, leaving only a blurry shadow in the air.

Gongsun Ren brandished the Wu Yue Hook, its blade tracing eerie arcs in the air like the fangs of a centipede, attacking Dugu Cang's vitals from different angles. The silver light gleaming from the Wu Yue Hook was particularly dazzling in the icy snow.

Yang Feng wielded his Ghost Ring Blade, the blade spinning and the iron rings clanging increasingly rapidly, like a dense war drumbeat, disturbing Dugu Cang's mind. His swordplay was fierce and powerful, each strike carrying immense force.

Facing the combined attack of four men, Dugu Cang's expression was grave. He brandished his longsword, unleashing the ultimate technique of the "Eight Forms of Famous Swords," attempting to withstand the storm of attacks. Swords clashed with blades, daggers, and hooks, producing deafening sounds and scattering sparks that gleamed coldly in the icy snow.

However, the four men's attacks came like a tidal wave, one after another, gradually putting Dugu Cang in a difficult situation.

Seizing the opportunity, Shi Feiyang shouted and swung his Heavenly Frost Blade, a sharp blade flashing past that severed Dugu Cang's longsword in two. Immediately afterward, Jin Liufu's Water-Splitting Thorn pierced Dugu Cang's chest, Gongsun Ren's Wu-Yue Hook sliced ​​across Dugu Cang's throat, and Yang Feng's Ghost Ring Blade split Dugu Cang's body in two.

(End of this chapter)