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

Chapter 217. Elizabeth Rescues Her Sect: Encountering Extreme Weather, Trapped in a Gang Siege
Elizabeth's face was exquisitely beautiful, like a piece of jade meticulously sculpted by the heavens. Her skin was as white as snow, radiating a soft glow under the sunlight. Her eyes were like a clear spring, clear and bright.

She wore a long white dress, the hem of which fluttered in the wind, making her look like a fairy descending to earth, exuding an otherworldly aura. At this moment, her eyes were as firm as a rock, and she brandished her long sword, unleashing her sect's ultimate technique, the "Cloud Mist Sword Technique."

She held the sword in her hand, and the blade trembled slightly, emitting a buzzing sound.

She first flicked the tip of her sword, a seemingly casual flick that actually contained profound internal strength and exquisite skill.

The sword tip instantly transformed into several cold stars, like a serpent spitting its tongue, swiftly and accurately piercing Xie Zhichuan's throat.

This sword strike was as fast as lightning, carrying a sharp sword aura that tore through the air. Where the sword passed, it left a faint white sword mark, just like the trajectory of a shooting star across the night sky.

Xie Zhichuan was a seasoned veteran of the martial arts world. Although he was startled, he reacted quickly and immediately raised his sword to defend himself.

With a loud "clang," like the ringing of a great bell, sparks flew everywhere. The sword in his hand was almost knocked out of his grasp. A sharp pain shot through his hand, and his arm went slightly numb. He was secretly amazed by the exquisite swordsmanship and profound inner strength of Elizabeth.

Ellie didn't stop at all. Her swordsmanship was as smooth as flowing water. With a slight turn of her wrist, the sword spun around and swept towards Dugu Yan like a white ribbon.

This sweeping motion was perfectly timed, the power stemming from the twisting of the waist and the extension of the arm, the force building up layer by layer, the sword speed increasing rapidly, carrying a powerful force as if it were about to cleave everything in its path in two.

Upon seeing this, Dugu Yan's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly dodged to the side.

The sharp sword wind whistled past, still managing to tear his sleeve, revealing a neat cut at the cuff. He felt a surge of fear; if he hadn't reacted quickly, this sword would have cut him in half at the waist. Where the sword wind passed, a shallow scratch was left on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Ellie turned around, and using the momentum of the turn, she flicked her wrist, and the long sword, like a rainbow piercing the sun, slashed towards Lan Xiaodie with overwhelming force.

The sword was raised high above her head and then slashed down with the force of a thunderbolt, compressing the air around the blade and creating a powerful gust of wind. Lan Xiaodie, who was already very observant, was terrified when she saw how exquisite Yi Li's swordsmanship was. Her face turned pale, and her eyes widened in horror, filled with fear.

She instinctively stepped back, her steps faltering, and nearly fell to the ground.

When Ellie slashed her sword into the ground, it made a muffled "bang," and a crack appeared in the ground, sending dust flying.

The early spring wind still carries a biting chill, like countless ice needles, mercilessly piercing everything in the world.

When Xie Zhichuan, Dugu Yan, and Lan Xiaodie saw Yili appear like a fairy descending to earth, they were terrified. The image of Shi Feiyang's cold and powerful figure flashed through their minds, and they assumed that he had come with them.

In an instant, their faces turned as pale as paper, devoid of any color, like the lingering snow in winter.

Large beads of sweat rolled uncontrollably down his forehead, and even in the cold air, the sweat seemed to carry a chill.

The three exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with fear and despair. They understood each other perfectly and, without a word, abandoned the fight. They fled in a disheveled state, like stray dogs.

They staggered and fled in panic into the distance, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Xie Wen breathed a sigh of relief as the crisis was over. He grabbed Lu Hongye and floated down like a light feather.

After landing steadily, he quickly retracted the Heavenly Silkworm Net. Then, he respectfully opened the net and released Lu Hongye.

Immediately afterward, he straightened his clothes, tidied his appearance, and bowed to Elizabeth, his voice full of respect: "Madam, thank you for your help in relieving our urgent crisis. If you hadn't arrived in time, we would have been in grave danger today. We will never forget your great kindness."

Shan Zhi also strode forward, bent down to pick up the scattered plum blossom darts on the ground, his movements swift and agile, like a monkey.

These plum blossom darts are his unique hidden weapons, each one carrying his painstaking effort.

He then approached Ellie and greeted her with equal respect, saying, "Madam, thank you for saving our lives. Your sword strike was like a divine intervention, saving our lives."

After saying that, he turned to the side, reached out to Lu Hongye, and introduced her: "Madam, this is Miss Lu Hongye. We are escorting her to the capital this time, and we are on an important mission."

Lu Hongye looked up at Yili and saw that her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were as bright as stars, her figure was graceful, and she was as beautiful as a fairy.

Lu Hongye couldn't help but feel ashamed and inferior to him.

She bowed slightly, greeting Elizabeth gracefully, her voice soft: "Madam, I have long admired your beauty, and it is an honor to meet you today, as if in a dream. Your elegance makes me feel ashamed of myself."

Eliza smiled, her eyes gentle like the warm spring sun, and said, "There's no need for such formalities. Helping each other is the code of conduct when traveling. We are all people of the martial world, so we should naturally look out for and help each other."

Her voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley, bringing warmth to the listener's heart.

After some conversation, everyone learned that Ellie had received a letter from her master.

Ellie frowned slightly, her brows furrowing as if they held all the sorrows of the world, her expression carrying a hint of worry, much like the thin mist that permeates the mountains.

She spoke slowly, her voice soft yet tinged with solemnity: "My master wrote in his letter that the Hengshan Sect and the Xuankong Temple have recently been attacked by the Nine Poisons Sect in the Northwest, and the situation is critical. The sect has suffered heavy casualties, and the temples and monasteries have also been severely damaged. Therefore, we hope to receive assistance from the Xiong Ying Society to repel the powerful enemy and protect our righteous martial arts lineage. However, all the heroes of Xiong Ying have gone north to rescue Wu Zhong, and I have no troops to mobilize. Helpless, I had no choice but to go north alone to return to my sect and see if I could resolve the crisis on my own. I did not expect to encounter Shan Zhi in trouble here, and of course I could not stand idly by, so I stepped in to help."

Upon hearing this, everyone sighed with emotion. They felt both worried about the fate of the Hengshan Sect and the Hanging Temple, and deeply admired Yili's chivalrous act. After exchanging pleasantries, it was time to part ways.

Ellie mounted her horse with agility, her movements as graceful and fluid as a nimble swallow.

She smiled and bowed to everyone in farewell, her smile carrying a hint of nonchalance and boldness: "Until we meet again, everyone."

Having said that, he whipped his horse and spurred it on. The steed neighed and galloped off like an arrow toward the sect, disappearing from everyone's sight in an instant.

Xie Wen, Shan Zhi, and the others all understood that with Yi Li's martial arts skills, few in the world could rival her. Her swordsmanship was extraordinary, and her inner strength was profound. What harm was there in her venturing into the martial world alone?

After watching Ellie ride away on her wing, Xie Wen and Shan Zhi reorganized the group and continued to escort Lu Hongye towards the capital.

A biting wind howled past, like a pair of invisible giant hands, wantonly stirring up dust from the ground.

The dust, illuminated by the dim sunlight, shimmered with an eerie light, resembling grains of golden sand, tumbling and dancing in mid-air, shrouding everything in a hazy mist.

The figures of Xie Wen, Shan Zhi, and others gradually blurred in the pervasive dust and the chill of early spring until they disappeared completely, leaving only a winding trail of footprints that gradually receded into the distance, silently telling the story of where they had once been.

The warm spring sun gently shines down, like a thin, golden veil, quietly covering the ancient and mysterious Longmen Grottoes.

Inside the grotto, the Buddha statues stand solemnly, their eyes lowered, gazing quietly at all things in the world.

The vicissitudes of time have left deep and shallow marks on the Buddha statues, yet they still maintain that transcendence and composure, as if they have seen through all the secrets of the past and present, silently witnessing the ebb and flow of history.

Shi Feiyang was dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit that clung tightly to his tall and straight body, making him appear even more steadfast like an ancient pine tree, exuding an aura of perseverance and composure.

At this moment, he led Shi Xiong and Yang Xue'er into this mysterious place, his eyes revealing a moving determination and persistence.

In order to find clues about Wu Zhong's disappearance, he was determined to investigate this place thoroughly.

Yang Xueer wore a pink silk dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the wind, just like a beautiful peach blossom blooming in spring, delicate and charming, exuding a captivating fragrance.

Under the sunlight, her skin resembled transparent mutton fat jade, radiating a warm luster; her eyes were bright as stars, sparkling with a lively light, and every turn of her eyes held countless novel ideas.

When she smiles, two shallow dimples appear on her cheeks, just like the most beautiful scenery in spring, so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off her.

At this moment, she was like a cheerful little bird, hopping and skipping beside Shi Feiyang, her eyes full of curiosity and excitement. Sometimes she looked around, sometimes she stopped and stared, showing great interest in everything around her.

In her eyes, everything in the world is so fresh and interesting.

Shi Xiong followed closely behind Shi Feiyang. He was small but extremely agile, like a nimble little monkey.

As Shi Feiyang's page, he was dutiful and responsible throughout the journey, always paying attention to the needs of Shi Feiyang and Yang Xueer, and daring not to slack off in the slightest.

He deftly straightened Shi Feiyang's clothes, his movements meticulous, smoothing out every wrinkle; then he carefully handed Yang Xue'er a water bottle, his eyes filled with concern and loyalty, for his master's well-being was the entire meaning of his life.

Just as they were fully engrossed in their investigation, Lü Yuan, Cai Kun, and Xiang Laixiang, who had led the remaining members of the Embroidered Uniform Guard back to the capital from Jiangnan, appeared like ghosts with a group of Embroidered Uniform Guards.

Lu Yuan's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and he spotted Shi Feiyang's figure at a glance.

In an instant, an overwhelming joy surged within him, as if a tremendous achievement was within his grasp.

His eyes gleamed with greed, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, eager to devour it alive.

He hurriedly huddled together with Cai Kun and Xiang Laixiang. The three of them whispered furtively, their eyes revealing greed and cunning, like three sly foxes plotting a conspiracy.

Lu Yuan lowered his voice, almost squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth: "Shi Feiyang is right here. If we can take him down, we'll be set for life, and wealth and glory will be within our grasp!"

Cai Kun and Xiang Laixiang nodded repeatedly, their faces revealing a chilling, sinister smile as they plotted a vicious plan.

After some discussion, the three decided to mobilize the Jinyiwei garrisons and troops around Luoyang in an attempt to trap Shi Feiyang and his men in the Longmen Grottoes.

A huge crisis, like the dark clouds before a storm, quietly loomed over, making it hard to breathe.

In the blink of an eye, more than 10,000 imperial guards and soldiers surrounded the Longmen Grottoes like a surging tide.

The Imperial Guards, dressed in flying fish robes, had scales that shimmered coldly in the sunlight; their embroidered spring knives gleamed with a chilling light, and were arranged in an orderly, impenetrable formation, completely surrounding the grotto.

The officers and soldiers were clad in armor, wielding swords, spears, halberds, and shields; their cold weapons gleamed against the sky.

The air was thick with a suffocating tension; a taut string could snap at any moment.

Shi Feiyang and his companions, completely unaware of the impending danger, remained engrossed in investigating clues, oblivious to the unusual atmosphere around them. Inside the grotto, the Buddha statue continued to gaze silently at everything, witnessing the impending dramatic changes and lamenting the capriciousness of fate.

Yang Xue'er was the first to notice something amiss. She turned to look at the densely packed figures outside the cave, and a flash of excitement and agitation crossed her eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, dazzling and brilliant.

Her hands were clenched into fists, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and she looked eager to try.

Her charming appearance resembled that of a young bird about to take flight. She parted her lips slightly and said in a sweet voice, "Brother Shi, these Imperial Guards are so arrogant and domineering! It's infuriating! Let's have a great battle with them and teach them a lesson!"

Her eyes sparkled with mischief and liveliness, as if she were about to embark on a fun-filled game, completely oblivious to the impending crisis and unaware that she was about to face a life-or-death battle.

Shi Feiyang's lips curled into a gentle smile, like the warm spring sun, comforting the heart. He reached out and gently stroked Yang Xue'er's head, his touch tender and indulgent, his tone gentle yet unwavering: "Xue'er, when facing an enemy, one must not rely solely on brute force, but also on strategy. Look at this grotto; it has a unique echoing property. Let's use this to cleverly outmaneuver them." As he spoke, his gaze quickly swept across every corner of the grotto, his mind already calculating a countermeasure, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xue'er pouted slightly. Although somewhat unwilling, she obediently nodded, her eyes still sparkling with longing for the fierce battle. Shi Feiyang led Yang Xue'er and Shi Xiong, quickly searching for a favorable position inside the cave.

His eyes were sharp as torches, as keen as a hawk's, as he carefully observed the surrounding terrain, leaving no corner unchecked.

His mind raced, rapidly calculating countermeasures, various strategies flashing through his head like a revolving lantern. Soon, his sharp gaze locked onto an excellent spot: the cave walls were curved, like a crescent moon, providing superb echoes.

He leaned down slightly and whispered to Shi Xiong and Yang Xue'er, "Listen to my command later. We'll use this echo to launch a surprise attack on the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Shi Xiong, you're skilled in music, so you'll coordinate with me to make specific sounds later; Xue'er, you'll be in charge of watching from the sidelines and acting as needed."

Both nodded, their eyes filled with determination.

At this moment, Lü Yuan, Cai Kun, and Xiang Laixiang stood outside the grotto with solemn expressions.

They knew that Shi Feiyang was highly skilled in martial arts and had a great reputation in the martial arts world. They were not as good as him and were no match for him.

So the three huddled together, their eyes gleaming with cunning, like three sly foxes. Lü Yuan lowered his voice and said, "That Shi Feiyang is not easy to deal with; we must outsmart him. Let's set up a sonic trap to ensnare him, leaving him no way to escape."

Cai Kun and Xiang Laixiang nodded repeatedly, a sinister smile on their faces.

They had specially made horns sounded outside the cave. The horns' sharp, piercing sound, like the hooting of an owl, echoed inside the cave, forming waves of sound like surging tides, attempting to disrupt Shi Feiyang and his group's actions. Wherever the sound waves reached, the air vibrated, and the Buddha statues inside the cave seemed to tremble slightly in the sound.

Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed, as if he would not flinch even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

He took a deep breath and began to circulate the powerful "Mingyu Gong" within his body.

As his internal energy circulated, his clothes moved and fluttered even without wind.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed the unique skill "Dragon's Roar and Sky Howl" from the Divine Dragon Claw technique. He roared to the sky, his voice like a dragon's cry, the powerful sound echoing throughout the cave, forming a strong sound wave.

The sound waves collided with the bugle calls of the Imperial Guards.

In an instant, the cave was filled with a cacophony of sounds, like a stampede of thousands of horses, making one dizzy.

Following Shi Feiyang's instructions, Shi Xiong used the musical knowledge he had learned from Xiang Kun to produce various unique sounds that complemented Shi Feiyang's voice.

Yang Xueer, holding a long sword, stood guard vigilantly to the side, ready to deal with any unexpected situations.

The three voices intertwined, creating a unique melody that sounded like heavenly music, yet also held hidden mysteries.

This musical melody cleverly neutralized the Jinyiwei's sonic trap, thwarting their plot.

After a fierce struggle, Shi Feiyang and his companions, relying on their wisdom and courage, successfully foiled the Jinyiwei's conspiracy.

Taking advantage of the chaos, they broke through the Jinyiwei's encirclement and headed towards the Yellow River. Along the way, Shi Feiyang moved with agility, like a black whirlwind, with Yang Xue'er and Shi Xiong closely following behind, the three working in perfect harmony.

Standing on the banks of the Yellow River, Shi Feiyang gazed at the surging waters, lost in thought. He knew full well that the Embroidered Uniform Guard would not give up easily and would surely pursue them.

In order to stop their encirclement and killing, Shi Feiyang came up with a plan.

He remembered the Western Region Fire Dragon Oil he carried, a highly potent flammable substance that, once ignited, had astonishing destructive power.

So, he took out the Western Region Fire Dragon Oil from the mysterious deerskin pouch at his waist, invisible to ordinary people, and cleverly buried a trap of the Western Region Fire Dragon Oil under the ice. After everything was ready, he quietly waited for the arrival of the Imperial Guards, his eyes revealing determination and confidence.

Soon after, the Imperial Guards caught up with them.

Lü Yuan, Cai Kun, and Xiang Laixiang took the lead, guiding the group onto the ice. They assumed Shi Feiyang and his companions had nowhere to escape, and smug smiles appeared on their faces. Lü Yuan laughed loudly, "Shi Feiyang, today you have no way to escape!"

However, just as they were getting carried away with their triumph, Shi Feiyang decisively lit the fuse.

With a deafening roar, the world trembled.

The Western Region Fire Dragon Oil beneath the ice layer exploded instantly, and the powerful impact shattered the glacier into pieces.

The ice surface was shattered into pieces, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open, with huge chunks of ice flying everywhere.

The Imperial Guards fell into the icy river one after another, letting out screams that echoed along the Yellow River, filled with fear and despair.

Although Lü Yuan, Cai Kun, and Xiang Laixiang were lucky enough not to fall into the river, their clothes were torn to shreds and they were in a sorry state.

Seeing the horrific scene before them, they turned ashen-faced, their legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground, burying their faces in their hands and weeping bitterly, completely devoid of their previous arrogance. At that moment, a carrier pigeon streaked across the sky like a black lightning bolt, flying swiftly in.

Shi Feiyang looked up, his expression shifted slightly, and he steadily took the carrier pigeon.

He quickly took out the note tied to the carrier pigeon's leg, unfolded it, and saw the words on the note. His expression changed abruptly, as gloomy and terrifying as the sky before a storm.

After a moment's thought, he turned around and said to Yang Xue'er and Shi Xiong, "Xue'er, Shi Xiong, you go north first, I'll be there later."

After saying this, without waiting for Yang Xue'er and Shi Xiong's reaction, he took a deep breath and used his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles".

With a flash, he moved like a phantom, his steps incredibly fast. With each step, a faint afterimage was left on the ground before merging into the air and disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Yang Xueer and Shi Xiong were left looking at each other, filled with doubt about Shi Feiyang's sudden departure.

Alone, Ellie ventured into those majestic and treacherous mountains.

Here, the peaks rise one after another, and the rocks are jagged, resembling giant beasts lying in wait, exuding a chilling aura.

She was on her way with unwavering determination, but she never expected that the situation would suddenly change.

In an instant, it was as if an invisible giant hand had spilled ink on the sky, and dark clouds rolled in, quickly obscuring the sunlight.

The world was plunged into darkness. Then, a sudden blizzard swept in like a ferocious demon.

The gale was like countless ferocious beasts from hell, roaring wildly through the mountains and tearing everything around them apart.

The wind howled like ghosts and wolves, making people's eardrums ache, as if it wanted to devour everything in the world.

Snowflakes danced and swirled in the sky, as dense as goose feathers, or like sharp blades, slicing through the chaotic world.

In the blink of an eye, the whole world was covered in white, and it seemed that only endless wind and snow remained between heaven and earth.

The temperature plummeted, as if we had fallen into the depths of an ice cellar.

The horse beneath Ellie was already overwhelmed by the harsh environment. Its eyes were filled with exhaustion and fear, its hooves trembled like leaves, and the hot breath it exhaled instantly condensed into a white mist, which was then quickly dispersed by the gale.

Not only did Ellie have to find shelter in the vast snowstorm to avoid the biting wind and blizzard, but she also had to do everything she could to keep her body warm in this harsh environment and prevent frostbite.

With each breath, I could feel the icy air rushing down my throat and into my lungs, the chill penetrating to the bone.

She gritted her teeth, her pearly teeth almost sinking into her lower lip, her eyes filled with unwavering determination as she struggled forward through the wind and snow.

All around her was a vast expanse of white. At this moment, she was all alone in this world. The howling wind drowned out all other sounds, and loneliness and despair washed over her like a tide.

However, with her tenacious will and keen sense of direction, Elizabeth moved step by step through the snow.

Every step seemed so difficult; my feet sank into the thick snow, and each step required tremendous effort to pull myself out.

But her eyes were filled with an indomitable strength, declaring to this harsh natural environment that she would never yield.

And so, after overcoming countless hardships and dangers, she finally escaped the extreme weather and survived this ordeal, arriving at a small town. However, danger was not far off, and the cruel hand of fate once again reached out to her.

As soon as Ellie stepped into the town, she was targeted by a rival gang.

This gang is a branch of the Northwest Famous Sword Manor, which secretly colludes with the Northwest Nine Poisons Sect.

The streets of the small town are bustling with people, seemingly peaceful, but in reality, danger lurks beneath the surface.

Dugu Liang, the young master of the Famous Sword Manor in the Northwest, is handsome and dashing. Dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe and with a long sword at his waist, he stands on a pavilion by the street, his eyes revealing a hint of cynicism and arrogance.

He surveyed the streets from his vantage point and immediately spotted Elizabeth entering the town. Elizabeth was stunningly beautiful, with a graceful figure, like a delicate flower blooming in the cold wind, standing out starkly from the somewhat dilapidated town.

Her appearance instantly caught Dugu Liang's attention.

A glint of greed and wickedness flashed in Dugu Liang's eyes, like a hungry wolf spotting its prey. He secretly plotted to capture Yili as his concubine. Thus, Dugu Liang swiftly issued a coded signal, and a conspiracy quietly unfolded.

As Ellie entered the town unsuspectingly, a group of armed thugs suddenly emerged from the street, surrounding her like wolves. These thugs had menacing expressions, shouted obscenities, and their weapons gleamed coldly as they surrounded Ellie.

The leader was a burly hall master, over eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, standing like a small mountain.

He was skilled with a pair of meteor hammers, and now he wielded them with both hands, the chains whistling, each swing accompanied by a whooshing sound. His hammering technique was incredibly fierce, each move seemingly designed to smash Elizabeth into a pulp.

Despite being surrounded, Ellie remained calm, though her eyes betrayed a hint of wariness.

She knew she was in dire straits, having to deal with the leader's fierce attacks like a storm, while also constantly guarding against hidden weapons and sudden sneak attacks from the surrounding enemies. The situation was extremely critical.

Undeterred, Ellie swiftly drew her longsword, its blade gleaming with a cold light, like a crescent moon.

Seeing that the time was right, Dugu Liang drew his sword with a clang.

His gaze was cold and sinister, like an abyss in the cold night, and he suddenly unleashed the "Eight Forms of Famous Swordsmanship".

His figure moved as elusively as a ghost, his sword moves were fierce and unpredictable.

The first move, "Sword Pointing to the Sky," involves pointing the sword tip directly at the sky. In an instant, a sword aura soars into the sky, as if to pierce through the heavens.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the air was torn apart, producing a sharp sound, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

The snow on the ground was stirred up by the sword energy, forming a snow mist.

The second move, "Meteor Chasing the Moon," saw the sword trace an arc, moving as swiftly as a meteor, carrying a powerful impact, aiming straight for Ellie's throat. The sword wind stung Ellie's cheeks, whipping her hair up.

Ellie was startled and quickly dodged to the side, swinging her longsword in an attempt to block the fierce attack.

With a clang, the two swords clashed, sparks flying. Ellie felt a jolt in her arm and a slight numbness in her hand.

The third move, "Wind Sweeps Away Clouds," features a sweeping and powerful sword technique with an overwhelming force.

Wherever the sword shadows reached, the dust on the ground was stirred up, forming a cloud of dust that seemed to want to engulf Ellie in the sword shadows.

Under the powerful sword force, Ellie's figure floated like a willow catkin. She unleashed her sect's ultimate technique, "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique." The sword shadows flickered, like the clouds and mist swirling in the mountains, unpredictable yet concealing deadly intent.

With a slight flick of her wrist, the tip of her sword instantly transformed into several points of cold light, colliding with Dugu Liang's sword strike and producing a series of crisp sounds.

At this moment, the surrounding henchmen also swarmed around, brandishing their weapons and attacking Ellie.

Ellie moved nimbly through the enemy ranks, her longsword flashing, each swing sending up a spray of blood.

In an instant, screams rose and fell, blood gushed across the ground, mixing with the snow to form a shocking dark red stain. Illy's clothes were also splattered with blood, but her eyes grew ever more resolute. With a flick of her wrist, the tip of her sword instantly transformed into several points of cold light, like the flicking tongue of a serpent. Each point of light contained profound inner strength, capable of inflicting severe damage upon contact with an enemy.

While locked in a fierce battle with Dugu Liang's "Eight Famous Sword Techniques," her swordplay flowed like clouds and water, sometimes as gentle as a breeze, seemingly soft yet skillfully deflecting the opponent's fierce attacks; at other times, it was like a sudden storm, with swift and powerful swordplay, forcing Dugu Liang to defend with all his might.

Just as Yili was locked in fierce battle with Dugu Liang and the others and was in dire straits, a sharp sound of wind breaking suddenly came from the sky, just like a sharp blade slicing through the heavens.

Everyone looked in astonishment towards the sound, and saw Shi Feiyang dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit that accentuated his tall and agile figure, as steadfast as an ancient pine tree. He seemed like a war god descending from the heavens to the mortal world, descending with immense force.

At this moment, his face was as cold and stern as frost, and his eyes were like cold stars, deep and sharp, revealing a firmness and determination.

His thick, sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, adding to his heroic and dignified air. He exuded a powerful aura, like a towering mountain, able to remain calm and composed and turn the tide no matter what kind of storms he faced.

(End of this chapter)