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

Chapter 235. Blood Shadows and Yellow Sands: Shi Feiyang furiously slays his enemy, and the Mongol cavalry flee in panic.

The third leader, Haricha, hailed from the infamous "Poisonous Scorpion Clan" of the grasslands. He had practiced the "Scorpion Tail Whip Technique" since childhood, mastering this martial art to perfection. At this moment, the long whip in his hand danced wildly in the wind, its tip sharp as a scorpion's tail, gleaming coldly in the sunlight. It was coated with potent poison; a mere touch would instantly poison an enemy.

Seeing the chieftain Baturu and the second-in-command Uliji die one after another under Shi Feiyang's unpredictable martial arts, Harichagai's heart was in turmoil, and fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

But as the third-in-command, if he backs down now, he will have no place to stand in the martial arts world in the future.

He gritted his teeth, steeled himself, let out a nearly desperate roar, and brandished his long whip, launching a frenzied attack on Shi Feiyang.

The long whip whistled through the air like a nimble yet deadly venomous snake, making crisp "crackling" sounds that were like thunderclaps, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Wherever the whip touched, the once lush green grass was swiftly severed, the cuts clean and smooth, the grass blades slowly falling like a silent lament. Shi Feiyang's expression was solemn; facing this storm-like whip technique, he dared not slacken in the slightest.

He unleashed a move from the renowned Hundred Victories Blade Technique, "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws," and the Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand seemed to come alive, dancing rapidly. In an instant, the blade flashed and gleamed, forming an impenetrable silver net that firmly blocked Haricha's long whip.

The long whip lashed against the blade net, sparks flying and a piercing sound emanating from it.

Taking advantage of the situation, Shi Feiyang unleashed the fourth step of the "Seven Steps of Dragon's Journey". With this step, his figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

Haricha felt a blur before his eyes, and before he could react, Shi Feiyang appeared in front of him like a black lightning bolt.

Harichagai stared wide-eyed in terror, his eyes filled with endless fear, his mouth agape but unable to utter a sound.

The Heavenly Frost Blade in Shi Feiyang's hand, carrying a sharp killing intent, was like a silver ribbon that instantly sliced ​​through Harichagai's throat.

Haricha made a gurgling sound in his throat, as if he was struggling desperately but was powerless to change anything.

He instinctively covered his throat with both hands, trying to stop the gushing blood, but it was all in vain. Blood gushed from between his fingers, his eyes gradually dimmed, and his body slowly collapsed, crashing heavily onto the grass, raising a cloud of dust.

Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi witnessed Shi Feiyang's extraordinary prowess and were filled with excitement, determined not to fall behind.

Miao Menlong, known as the "Divine Archer," possesses unparalleled archery skills. He wields a powerful bow forged from millennia-old cold iron, making it incredibly tough.

At this moment, he unleashed the "Chasing Stars and Moon" technique, one of the "Three Divine Arrow Techniques." His figure was steady, like a towering mountain peak, with his feet firmly planted on the ground. He slowly drew back the bowstring, pulling it to a full moon shape, the muscles in his arms bulging high, displaying immense power.

Each arrow in his hand was like a nimble shooting star, whistling through the air as it pierced the sky, aiming precisely at the bandits. Each arrow was followed by a bandit's piercing scream.

Some of the bandits who were hit by arrows had their throats pierced, and blood gushed out like a fountain; some were shot in the chest, and their bodies fell backward from their horses and crashed heavily to the ground; others were shot in the horses, and the horses, startled, threw the bandits off, causing them to roll and struggle on the ground.

In an instant, chaos erupted in the bandit camp, with men and horses falling over and shouts and neighing mingling together.

Shan Zhi then unleashed his "Plum Blossom Dart" skill, his hands moving swiftly through the dart pouch at his waist like nimble butterflies.

The plum blossom darts in his hand flew out like snowflakes, each dart gleaming with a cold light and carrying a deadly aura.

Under the moonlight, these plum blossom darts shimmered with an eerie light, like shooting stars streaking across the battlefield.

Shan Zhi's technique was exquisite; every dart struck a vital spot. Some bandits were hit in the eyes by the plum blossom darts, screaming and clutching their eyes, writhing on the ground in agony. Others were shot in the throat, dying instantly. Still others were hit in the wrist, dropping their weapons and losing all ability to resist. Caught off guard, the bandits showed expressions of terror and fled in all directions, but found nowhere to escape.

Lin Wanqing and Liu Guihua were intently protecting the child and Xiaoyuyan on the edge of this "slaughterhouse".

Lin Wanqing held a long sword in her hand. The blade was forged from meteorite iron from outer space, its cold light gleaming and radiating a chilling aura.

Her swordsmanship was light and agile, like a fairy dancing in spring, yet it also concealed a deadly intent.

Whenever bandits tried to approach, she would gently swing her longsword, the sword flashing, her movements as natural as flowing water.

Before the bandits could even see her sword move, they were struck in the throat with a single blow, blood gushing from their throats as they slowly collapsed.

Liu Guihua brandished her long whip, her whipping technique fierce and sharp, the tip of the whip dancing like a nimble snake, accompanied by a whistling sound.

Each lash left a deep, bloody gash on the bandit's body, tearing his skin and exposing his bones.

Those bandits who were chosen rolled and howled on the grass, emitting shrill screams. Before long, they died from excessive blood loss.

In their frequent encounters with bandits, Lin Wanqing and Liu Guihua both clearly felt that their skills had indeed increased a hundredfold, making it as easy as cutting melons and vegetables when killing enemies.

They were all amazed that their husband, Shi Feiyang, had encountered so many extraordinary events and had even managed to obtain the elixir left behind by Xu Fu before his death.

Xiao Yuyan hid behind Lin Wanqing, her eyes wide open, watching the fierce battle with a mixture of tension and excitement.

Her small hands gripped Lin Wanqing's clothes tightly, her face slightly flushed with nervousness.

He muttered under his breath, "Go, uncles, drive the bad guys away!"

That tender voice seemed out of place on the bloody and cruel grassland, yet it added a unique warmth to this bloody battle.

After a thrilling and brutal battle, Shi Feiyang and his companions, relying on their superior martial arts skills and unwavering fighting spirit, successfully repelled the bandits. On the grassland, the bandits' corpses lay scattered, their blood flowing freely, forming small streams that stained large areas of the grass crimson. A pungent, nauseating stench of blood filled the air.

Dusk, like a thick black silk ribbon, slowly enveloped the vast grassland.

The waxing and waning of the moon, its mournful light, draped this vast land in a tragic yet solemn hue.

Having just experienced a thrilling battle with the bandits, Shi Feiyang and the others were still standing upright, but their expressions still carried some lingering tension and fatigue. Their clothes were torn and stained with blood, and they were supporting each other, trying to recover from the intense atmosphere of the battle.

Just then, a thunderous sound, like thunder rolling in from the horizon, came from afar, growing clearer and clearer.

The night, like a huge black silk ribbon, gently yet resolutely enveloped this vast grassland.

As the waning moon sank in the west, its mournful afterglow poured down, draping the vast land in a tragic yet solemn hue.

A gentle breeze swept across the grassland, causing the grass to ripple and roll, as if whispering tales of the past.

Just then, a series of heartfelt and urgent shouts pierced through the night-shrouded grassland like sharp arrows.

"Master!" "Husband!" "Father!" The voices were full of concern and worry.

Following the sound, in the light of the torches held high, one could see Liao Pei, the master of "Tongbei Quan," with a lithe and agile figure like an eagle spreading its wings. He moved nimbly on horseback, and the steed seemed to be in sync with him, its hooves flying as it galloped ahead.

Lie Quan, wielding the "Qiankun Blade," gripped the pair of gleaming blades tightly in both hands. The blades reflected the hazy moonlight, emanating a chilling aura that seemed capable of piercing the deep night.

Wu Zhong, nicknamed "Iron Palm," has a resolute face, and his palms seem to still retain the immense power of past bloody battles. His gaze is fixed firmly ahead.

Xiao Lingling, nicknamed "Mandarin Duck Swords," is a dashing and heroic figure. Her tight-fitting outfit accentuates her graceful physique, and her sharp eyes scan her surroundings with a cold gaze, not missing a single detail.

The graceful Shi Furen Bai Zhi and Gong Simeng are like beautiful flowers blooming on the grassland. Despite the hardships of their journey, their beauty cannot be concealed.

Holding their young son in their arms and carrying their lovely daughter on their backs, their eyes were filled with deep concern and worry for Shi Feiyang, just like the twinkling stars in the night sky, bright yet gentle.

Behind them, three thousand disciples, dressed in uniform, each carrying a crossbow and a valiant iron spear, surged forward like a black tide, galloping in orderly fashion.

Their horses' hooves clashed together, like rolling thunder, shaking the earth with unstoppable force.

It turned out that they had relied on the message sent by the carrier pigeons released earlier by "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, and with the help of a precise compass cart to guide their way, they had traveled a long distance day and night to reach this grassland.

Meanwhile, Jin Liufu, nicknamed "Water Dragon," Gongsun Ren, nicknamed "Centipede," and Yang Feng, nicknamed "Blue-Faced Beast," have been appointed as deputy leaders of the Jiangnan Canal Gang, shouldering the important responsibility of assisting Madam Shi and Gang Leader Qi Meizhen in managing the canal transport affairs in Jiangnan, and thus remain in Jiangnan.

The fierce generals of the Xiong Ying Society, "Round Bucket" Lu Dechu and "Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian, were arranged by Liao Pei to stay at the Xiong Ying Society headquarters and were unable to come.

The child in Gong Simeng's arms and the son on Bai Zhi's back were already babbling and could call out "Dad" in their baby voices!

These innocent shouts, across the vast grassland, carry endless warmth and strength.

Upon hearing the sound, Shi Feiyang, Miao Menlong, Shan Zhi, Xie Wen, and the others looked over, and their previously slightly tired faces instantly lit up with a light of surprise, like stars suddenly shining in the night sky, glittering brightly.

The crowd hurried forward, their eagerness suggesting they wanted to pour out all their longing after their separation in that one moment.

The two groups met, and the atmosphere instantly became extremely heated. Liao Pei rushed to Shi Feiyang first, knelt on one knee, his movements swift and decisive, his eyes filled with excitement and respect, and said loudly, "Chief, we've finally found you! We heard that you were going to Bozhou to quell the rebellion again, and we were anxious and rushed here day and night, hoping to be by your side to help you solve your problems."

Shi Feiyang quickly reached out and helped Liao Pei up, his eyes filled with relief and emotion. He said, "Elder Liao, you must be tired from your journey. It is truly a blessing from heaven that we can meet again safely. Our Xiong Ying Society has always been united. With you all here, what great things cannot be accomplished?"

Lie Quan stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and stood tall and straight like a pine tree. He said in a loud voice, "Chief, all the brothers are eager to go through fire and water for you without hesitation! The martial world is in turmoil and the people are suffering. As members of the Xiong Ying Society, we should step forward to seek the well-being of all people."

Shi Feiyang patted him on the shoulder, a hint of heroism flashing in his eyes, and laughed, "Well done, Elder Lie! Our Xiong Ying Society is all about using chivalry as our sword to eliminate all injustices in the world. With you passionate brothers, we will surely be invincible."

Bai Zhi and Gong Simeng, carrying their children, walked lightly to Lin Wanqing and Liu Guihua, leaving the opportunity for Bai Zhi and Gong Simeng to reunite with Shi Feiyang to the others. Tears welled in their eyes, glistening like pearls in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Bai Zhi said softly, "Sister Lin, Sister Liu, we were so worried about you. All the way here, we were constantly thinking about your safety."

Gong Simeng nodded in agreement: "Yes, sisters, you've had a long and tiring journey, you've suffered a lot."

Lin Wanqing and Liu Guihua hurried forward, gently stroking the child's face with loving eyes, and said, "Sisters, you must be tired from your journey. Look at this child, he's grown so much, he's so adorable."

In fact, Xie Wen had already described many things in the carrier pigeon, so Gong Simeng and Bai Zhi generously accepted Liu Guihua.

Moreover, Lin Wanqing has now given birth to Shi Feiyang's child. In these days of wandering the world and weathering storms together, they know that vying for favor and fighting is meaningless. It is better to live together peacefully, accompany Shi Feiyang, and protect this hard-won friendship.

In an instant, everyone greeted each other, hugged each other tightly, and patted each other on the shoulder.

Excited words flowed out like a spring.

"Brother Miao, your archery skills are becoming more and more superb. You will surely be able to show your prowess on the battlefield in the future!"

"Brother Shan, your plum blossom darts are enough to strike fear into the hearts of the enemy!" "Brother Xie, it's all thanks to you, the Flying Eagle Detective, that our information is so readily available, allowing us to meet in time."

Laughter and greetings mingled together, echoing across the grassland shrouded in night, trying to dispel the heavy darkness.

Xiao Lingling, nicknamed "Mandarin Duck Knives," had sharp eyes, like a keen sword, scanning back and forth in the crowd.

However, after searching for a long time, they were still unable to find Xiang Kun.

A slight doubt arose in her heart, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

She suppressed her curiosity and approached Lin Wanqing discreetly.

She turned slightly to the side, her posture elegant, and asked softly, "Wanqing, why isn't Xiang Kun here?"

Lin Wanqing smiled, a smile as warm and gentle as a flower blooming in spring, and replied softly, "Sister Xiao, Xiang Kun has now been appointed as the leader of our Liaodong Eagle Beak Rock branch. He is very busy and could not come with us."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Lingling's delicate body stiffened abruptly, as if struck by an invisible force.

In an instant, her mind was flooded with memories of her time with Xiang Kun—the laughter and tears, the sweetness and the arguments they shared—all rushing to her heart like a tide.

A hint of loneliness flashed in her eyes, like a dim star in the night sky. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but the words were swallowed back down, turning into a soft sigh that dissipated in the night wind of the grassland.

During their interactions with the others, Gong Simeng and Bai Zhi would unconsciously glance at Shi Feiyang, their eyes filled with deep admiration, unwavering loyalty, and profound respect for his compassionate heart.

They knew that Shi Feiyang was not only their husband, but also a hero in the martial arts world, shouldering the heavy responsibility of upholding justice and protecting the common people.

On this vast grassland, their affection, like the green grass, stretches endlessly.

The crescent moon, like a hook, quietly sank in the west, like a beautiful woman in her twilight years, disappearing into the horizon with endless longing.

The remaining stars flickered and shone in the inky sky, like faint lights of hope in the darkness.

At this moment, the deepest and darkest hour before dawn, like an invisible giant net, quietly enveloped this vast grassland.

However, within the camp of the heroes of Xiong Ying, a completely different and bustling scene unfolded.

Shi Xiong, the usually obedient and clever pageboy, displayed competence and composure at this moment.

He moved nimbly, like a nimble deer, weaving back and forth among the disciples.

As he walked briskly, he gestured with his hands, methodically directing the crowd: "Everyone, hurry up and put that plump whole sheep on the fire, and carefully process the wolf meat. Today, we will make sure that all of you heroes have a feast!" His clear voice echoed throughout the camp.

The disciples responded enthusiastically and sprang into action. Several strong disciples steadily lifted the whole sheep with both hands, shouting slogans as they carefully placed it on the specially made roasting rack. Meanwhile, other disciples busied themselves adding dry firewood to the fire. They bent over, their hands constantly feeding the firewood into the flames, which instantly leaped up, sizzling and licking the mutton with delight. Before long, an enticing aroma filled the air.

The wolf meat was also cut into large chunks and skewered on iron skewers. The disciples held the skewers and brought the wolf meat close to the flames, turning it from time to time so that every side of the meat could be heated evenly. Under the scorching heat of the flames, the wolf meat gradually turned golden brown, and the fat dripped into the fire, splashing up small sparks.

The heroes gathered here, their excitement overflowing.

The people either sat around the campfire or chatted in small groups.

Liao Pei sat side by side with Shi Feiyang. He turned slightly to the side, holding a steaming bowl of wine in his hands. Leaning forward, he said with emotion, "Chief, our Xiong Ying Society has come a long way, experiencing countless storms, but our brothers have always stood by us. Now that we are all gathered here, we are sure to make a name for ourselves in Bozhou and bring peace and prosperity to the people."

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his gaze firm, and gently patted Liao Pei's shoulder, replying, "Elder Liao is absolutely right. The path of the martial world is inherently fraught with danger, but we are chivalrous and willing to go through fire and water for the sake of all living beings. This is our responsibility as members of the martial world, and it is also the mission of the Xiong Ying Society."

Hearing this, Lie Quan jumped to his feet, his movements swift and decisive. He clasped his hands in a fist salute, straightened his posture, and declared loudly, "Chief, Elder Liao, since our founding, the Xiong Ying Society has upheld justice and helped the weak. Now, with Bozhou in turmoil and the people suffering greatly, it is our time to shine. I am willing to lead my brothers to the front lines, to sacrifice our lives for this war to quell the rebellion!"

As he spoke, he waved his arm vigorously, his eyes filled with determination and pride.

The crowd responded enthusiastically, their shouts resounding, "Yes! For the people, for justice!"

Everyone stood up, some waving their fists, others clapping enthusiastically, creating a lively and extraordinary atmosphere.

Gong Simeng and Bai Zhi, these two graceful women, kept their eyes fixed on Shi Feiyang.

Holding a wine cup, Gong Simeng gracefully walked to Shi Feiyang's side. She bent down slightly, leaned close to Shi Feiyang's ear, and whispered, "My lord, you must be careful in everything you do on this trip to Bozhou. Although I am but a woman, I am willing to share your burdens and help you through difficulties. No matter what, I will always be behind you, hand in hand with you through thick and thin."

Her eyes were full of concern and affection, like a gentle lake that could deeply engulf Shi Feiyang.

As she spoke, she gently smoothed the strands of hair behind her ear, her posture elegant and charming.

Bai Zhi also stepped forward, dressed in Miao ethnic costume, which made her even more graceful.

She walked up to Shi Feiyang, curtsied slightly, then raised her head and looked at him with a determined gaze: "Husband, although Baizhi comes from Miao territory, since joining the Xiong Ying Society, I have regarded this place as my home and you as my lifelong support. On this trip to Bozhou, Baizhi is willing to use her Miao skills to help you."

As she spoke, her hands unconsciously clenched, as if she were ready to rush to the battlefield for Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang nodded, kissed Gong Simeng, and took a bite of Bai Zhi.

At this moment, the disciples had filled each of their cups with wine.

Everyone raised their glasses.

Shi Feiyang stood up, raised his glass high, and looked at each hero present. He said loudly, "Brothers and sisters, we gather here today for a greater mission. For justice in the martial world, for peace among the people, let's drink to this!"

"Go!" the crowd shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the sky, as if to completely shatter the darkness before dawn.

Everyone tilted their heads back and drank the wine in their cups in one gulp. Some wiped the wine from the corners of their mouths with their sleeves, while others smacked their lips with lingering enjoyment. By the blazing campfire, the heroes of Xiong Ying were filled with heroic spirit, and their figures appeared exceptionally tall in the firelight.

At this moment, Shi Xiong was busy setting up a spacious and sturdy tent for Shi Feiyang and his family, thanks to his quick wit and efficiency. He walked quickly to Shi Feiyang, bowed slightly respectfully, extended his right hand in a gesture of invitation, and said, "Chief, ladies, the tent is set up. Please move in and rest."

A gentle smile appeared on Shi Feiyang's face. He gently patted Shi Xiong's head and said, "Shi Xiong, thank you for your hard work." After saying that, he turned and led Gong Simeng and Bai Zhi into the tent.

Shi Feiyang gently took out a huge bathtub from the mysterious deerskin bag at his waist, and skillfully poured in warm water. Steam rose, creating a scene like a fairyland. He smiled and invited the ladies to bathe and change clothes together, enjoying the pleasure of playing in the water as a couple.

Afterwards, everyone slept together in the same bed.

Shi Feiyang was filled with joy and comfort, and the tent was filled with a warm atmosphere.

Outside the tent, the heroes and disciples of Xiong Ying were drinking and reveling, and as the alcohol took effect, the scene became even more lively.

The crowd clinked glasses, laughter, and chatter mingled together.

Someone loudly recited the heroic verses: "Do not laugh at me, drunk and lying on the battlefield; how many have returned from ancient battles? Today I drink with my brothers, tomorrow we will rush to the battlefield, what fear is there of life and death!"

Some patted their chests and said loudly, "Our Xiong Ying Society has always been a gathering of heroes. Today, this wine is to cheer us on for the journey we are about to embark on!"

The more they drank, the more excited they became. Before long, some people staggered and had to crawl back to their tents to rest.

Shi Xiong and Xie Wen knew the weight of their responsibility. They led a group of disciples who had never touched a drop of alcohol, armed themselves, and began patrolling with focused expressions, keeping a close watch on their brothers and sisters and protecting the peace of the camp.

The next day at noon, the sun shone brightly on the grassland.

The heroes and their disciples slowly awoke, ate lunch, mounted their horses, and set off.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed, raising a cloud of dust as the procession marched forward in a grand and imposing manner.

However, when their group reached the vicinity of Xiaoguan, danger, like a beast lurking in the shadows, quietly descended.

In the distance, dust billowed as a troop of Mongol cavalry charged in like a raging storm.

The leader of the Mongol cavalry, with a ferocious grin on his face, shouted, "I heard this caravan is carrying a large amount of treasure. Today is our day to get rich! Brothers, charge!"

Their eyes gleamed with greed, like hungry wolves spotting their prey, and they pounced straight at Shi Feiyang's "caravan".

The imperial court is now rife with corruption, and the border regions are unstable. Yang Yinglong's rebellion in Bozhou has overwhelmed the court, leaving it preoccupied with suppressing the uprising and drastically reducing its control over the northern grasslands. Various tribes on the grasslands are embroiled in conflict, and war rages across the land.

The Mongol cavalry frequently plundered border supplies, and the tribes were also in turmoil, with embezzlement of military pay and power struggles being commonplace.

Faced with this sudden crisis, Shi Feiyang demonstrated his extraordinary composure and fearless courage as a leader.

He stood tall and straight before the crowd, shouting, "Brothers, don't panic! Listen to my command! Quickly form a defensive formation and make sure to protect the supplies!" His voice was firm and powerful, like a booming bell, instantly calming everyone's minds.

The group quickly sprang into action, cooperating with each other to form a tight defensive formation.

In this tense and suffocating atmosphere, the "sharp archer" Miao Menlong showed off his skills.

His posture was steady, like a towering mountain peak, his feet firmly planted on the ground. He slowly drew back the powerful bow forged from millennia-old cold iron, the bowstring stretched to its fullest extent, the muscles in his arms bulging high, displaying immense strength.

His eyes were sharp as he locked onto his target, his movements skillful and swift, each arrow accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" In the blink of an eye, several sharp arrows streaked across the sky like meteors, hitting the Mongol cavalry with unerring accuracy.

The Mongol cavalrymen who were hit by arrows screamed in agony and fell from their horses one after another, throwing the Mongol cavalry into chaos.

Miao Menlong's heroic performance was like a shot in the arm, not only stabilizing the morale of the disciples of the several branches of the Xiong Ying Society in Liaodong, but also like a beacon, buying them a precious opportunity to counterattack.

Although the Mongol cavalry were awestruck by Miao Menlong's awe-inspiring bravery, they were inherently greedy and fierce, and would not give up easily.

The leader of the Mongol cavalry brandished his long sword and roared, "What are you afraid of? There are only a few of them. Keep charging! The treasure is right in front of us!" The Mongol cavalry launched wave after wave of fierce attacks.

In this fierce battle, Shan Zhi, known as "Plum Blossom Dart," and Miao Menlong displayed unparalleled teamwork.

Miao Menlong skillfully fired a cold arrow from the flank, the arrows flying like locusts, disrupting the Mongol cavalry's formation.

Shan Zhi stood in front, his hands moving nimbly like butterflies, darting quickly through the dart pouch at his waist.

The plum blossom darts in his hand flew out like snowflakes, each dart gleaming with a cold light and carrying a deadly aura.

The rain of darts and arrows intertwined, causing heavy losses to the Mongol cavalry. Mongol riders were constantly hit by darts and fell from their horses. The wounded Mongol riders rolled and howled in pain on the ground, and their blood stained the grass red.

At the same time, a beautiful young woman dressed in traditional Mongolian clothing, with a graceful figure like a flower blooming on the grassland, appeared. She was Lan Xiaodie, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect. A mysterious smile played on her lips as she gently waved her hand and shouted in a sweet voice, "Sisters, go! Take down those two women and the child!" The twelve sword maids obeyed the order and moved with lightning speed, instantly surrounding Liu Guihua and Lin Wanqing, mother and child.

The swords in the hands of the maids gleamed with a cold light as they confronted Liu Guihua and Lin Wanqing, and an even more intense confrontation was about to break out.

At this critical moment, dust billowed in the distance, like a black wave surging from the horizon.

Liao Peiyi, the master of "Tongbei Quan," took the lead. With his agile figure, he rode a tall horse, like an eagle spreading its wings, galloping at full speed.

Following closely behind was Lie Quan, wielding the "Qiankun Blade," his hands tightly gripping the pair of gleaming Qiankun Blades. The blades reflected the sunlight, radiating a chilling aura, as if they were about to cleave through the swirling dust and smoke.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong's face was cold and stern, his palm seemingly still bearing the lingering power of past bloody battles. Each gallop of his horse carried an unstoppable momentum. "Mandarin Duck Blades" Xiao Lingling was heroic and spirited, her eyes like lightning scanning the battlefield. The mandarin duck blades in her hands trembled slightly, as if eagerly thirsting for blood and slaughter. They led three thousand disciples of the Xiong Ying Society, surging forward like a black torrent.

Liao Pei suddenly pulled on the reins, and the warhorse reared up with a neigh.

Liao Pei raised his arms and shouted, "Brothers, for the peace of the grassland, for justice, kill!" His voice was as loud as a bell and resounded through the sky.

Three thousand disciples responded in unison, their shouts shaking the heavens. They held crossbows, their metal gleaming in the sunlight, radiating a chilling killing intent. The disciples gripped their horses' flanks tightly, spurring them on, the hooves thundering like a rapid drumbeat, shaking the earth.

They galloped toward the Mongol cavalry like arrows released from a bow, unstoppable.

Upon seeing this, several leaders in the Mongol cavalry camp panicked. The leading Mongol cavalry commander, Haktu, instantly transformed his ferocious expression into terror. His eyes widened, and he cried out in a trembling voice, "Oh no! We've fallen into a trap! This isn't an ordinary merchant caravan; it's the Xiong Ying Society's men!"

The deputy leader beside him, Batel, trembled slightly as he held the long sword and said anxiously, "What should we do? They're coming on strong, I'm afraid we can't hold them off!"

Haktu gritted his teeth and roared, "What are you afraid of! We Mongol cavalry have always been brave and fearless, how can we be intimidated by them! Hold them off, killing one is enough, killing two is a bonus!" However, a hint of panic was already showing in his voice.

Liao Pei and the others rushed closer. Lie Quan brandished the Qiankun Blade and shouted, "Today is the end of you grassland demons! Behold my Qiankun Blade Technique, to slay all evil!" With that, he unleashed the "Qiankun Reversal" move from the Qiankun Blade Technique, his twin blades flashing and gleaming like a rotating sun and moon as he slashed at the Mongol cavalry.

Wherever they went, Mongol cavalrymen fell from their horses one after another, screaming in agony.

Wu Zhongze, nicknamed "Iron Palm," roared, "Taste the power of my Iron Palm!"

He activated the internal energy of the "Six Harmonies True Scripture," rapidly moving his palms to unleash a move from the "Subduing Demon Palm" called "Overwhelming Force," his palms carrying immense internal energy that slammed towards the Mongol cavalry like a surging tide.

The Mongol rider struck by the palm strike flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood.

The disciples of the Xiong Ying Society, armed with Ma Jun repeating crossbows, began firing fiercely.

This Ma Jun repeating crossbow has a magazine containing fifty arrows, a longer range, and can fire in rapid succession.

The disciples skillfully operated the repeating crossbows, the "rat-a-tat-tat" of arrows ringing out incessantly, a rain of arrows like locusts, densely shooting towards the Mongol cavalry.

The Mongol cavalrymen were unable to dodge and were hit by arrows one after another. Some were shot in the throat and died instantly; some were shot in the chest, their clothes stained with blood; others were shot in the horses, which were startled and threw the Mongol riders off the horses, who rolled and struggled on the ground.

In an instant, screams filled the Mongol cavalry camp, men and horses fell to the ground, and the scene was chaotic.

Xiao Lingling, wielding her "Mandarin Duck Blades," executed the "Mandarin Ducks Playing in the Water" technique. Her two blades moved in perfect harmony, like two agile dragons, weaving through the Mongol cavalry. As she fought, she chanted, "The path of the martial world is long, but justice will never perish. Today, I will show you villains the power of my Mandarin Duck Blades!" Each flash of the blade was accompanied by the screams of the Mongol cavalry and the splatter of blood.

Liao Peishi unleashed the "Long Arm Like Lightning" technique from Tongbei Quan, his arm striking the Mongol cavalry with lightning speed, like a black lightning bolt.

As he attacked, he shouted to his disciples, "Brothers, we, the Xiong Ying Society, rely on our passion and righteousness to roam the land! Today, we will wipe out these grassland demons and restore peace to the grasslands!"

The disciples' morale soared, and their firing intensified. The Ma Jun repeating crossbow unleashed its immense power, showcasing the full potential of this ancient "machine gun." On the grassland, blood stained the grass, and severed limbs lay scattered everywhere.

Under the fierce attack of the Xiong Ying Society, the Mongol cavalry gradually became unable to withstand the onslaught and began to scatter and flee.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Haktu shouted, "Retreat!" and led the remaining Mongol cavalry to flee the battlefield in a sorry state.

Looking at the desolate scene on the battlefield, with severed limbs scattered haphazardly and blood pooling into dark red puddles, and the air thick with the pungent smell of blood, Liao Pei and the others were filled with mixed emotions and sighs of regret.

Lie Quan stretched out his sleeve and fiercely wiped the blood still dripping from the Qiankun Blade. He spat and roared, "Damn it! As long as the men of our Xiong Ying Society are still alive, we will never let these bastards run rampant in this martial world! For the sake of justice in our martial world, and for the sake of the people living a peaceful life, we will never flinch, even if it means going through fire and water!"

The crowd nodded vigorously, echoing in unison. Their spirited shouts reverberated across the vast, empty grassland, seemingly piercing the clouds. The remaining Mongol cavalry fled like stray dogs.
But Lan Xiaodie and her twelve sword maids were like rats trapped in a jar, unable to escape.

Lan Xiaodie's beautiful eyes widened, filled with resentment and anger. Gritting her teeth, she shouted, "Sisters, follow me and kill these two women!" The twelve sword maids obeyed the order, shouting repeatedly and brandishing their long swords like a flock of agile yet deadly swallows, rushing towards Liu Guihua and Lin Wanqing.

Liu Guihua's expression was stern as she steadily carried Xiao Yuyan on her back. Her hands swiftly drew out the Spirit Snake Whip, the tip of which twisted nimbly in the air, like a real spirit snake ready to strike at any moment.

(End of this chapter)