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

Chapter 254. Ellie's heroic spirit drives away the formidable foe, and the tribe's glory shines across the heavens.
Wu Zhong activated the internal energy of the "Six Harmonies True Scripture," and his hands instantly glowed with a faint red light, as if they were bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed the "Demon-Subduing Palm," his palm swirling with intense heat, and he himself moved like a streak of red light, rushing swiftly toward Ke'er.

However, his attack was blocked by Ke'er's guards wielding their swords. The guards stood like an impregnable wall, blocking Wu Zhong's attack.

Xiao Lingling, the "Mandarin Duck Blades," is a female warrior wielding two swords, one long and one short. Her blades gleam with a chilling light in the night, like a cold moon in a frigid night. Her movements are graceful, like a flower blooming in a storm, and her "Seven Fiends Blade Technique" is dazzling.

The twin swords danced in her hands, their flashes like twinkling stars, carrying a chilling aura as they lunged towards Tie Tiezhen.

Every move and every technique is fraught with danger, making it impossible to defend against.

However, Tie Tiezhen's guards fought back against Xiao Lingling without hesitation, allowing Tie Tiezhen to escape a calamity.

These guards swore to protect their master to the death.

"Divine Archer" Miao Menlong swiftly drew his bow and nocked an arrow, the arrow gleaming with a cold light on the string, like a cold star in the night sky.

His eyes were sharp as he locked onto the guards of Ke'er and Tie Tiezhen. He channeled his inner strength and shot an arrow. The arrow flew like a meteor, whistling through the air, and accurately struck its target. The guards fell from their horses one after another.

With a flick of his wrist, Shan Zhize, known as "Plum Blossom Dart," sent several plum blossom darts flying like hidden weapons, tracing eerie arcs in the air like shooting stars in the night sky. The enemy bandits were caught off guard and were hit one after another, letting out painful screams.

The young pageboy Shi Xiong flung out a poison horn cone. The cone gleamed eerily in the sunlight and whistled through the air. Wherever it went, the guards and experts were struck, their bodies turning black rapidly. They were clearly poisoned and rolled on the ground in agony, a gruesome sight.

Elizabeth's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes flashing with fury. She knew the situation was critical and there was no room for complacency.

Her heart was filled with hatred for these villains and worry for the heroes of Xiong Ying.

At that moment, she waved her hand and gave a sweet order: "Disciples of the Xiong Ying Society, immediately seal all the doors and windows of the council hall. Do not let a single fly escape. Slaughter all of Ke Er and Tie Tie Zhen's followers!"

Her voice was clear and crisp, yet carried an undeniable air of authority, like a mountain spring, yet with a chilling edge.

Upon receiving the order, the three thousand disciples of the Xiong Ying Society sprang into action, forming a black torrent that completely surrounded the council hall, leaving no room for escape.

They stood like an insurmountable barrier, determined to trap the enemy and bandits within, giving them no chance to escape.

The ladies, including Lin Wanqing, Bai Zhi, Gong Simeng, and Liu Guihua, were equally assertive.

With their agile figures, they led their personal guards and quickly scaled the city wall.

On the city wall, their heroic and awe-inspiring figures inspire respect.

Lin Wanqing's gaze was firm as she loudly ordered, "Close the city gates! Today, we will ensure that those rebels never return. We will trap them and beat them with our bare hands!"

Her voice echoed on the city wall, full of power.

The group acted swiftly, and the massive city gate slowly closed with a dull thud, tolling a death knell for Ke'er and the others.

The moment the city gates closed, it was as if the gates of hope were also closed, plunging the rebels into an abyss of despair.

Liao Pei, the master of "Tongbei Fist," and Lie Quan, the master of "Qiankun Blade," along with other heroes from the Xiong Ying group, roused their spirits and unleashed their signature skills, engaging in a fierce battle with the experts from Ke Er. Liao Pei's "Tongbei Fist" was powerful and fierce, each punch carrying immense force, the wind from his punches whistling as he forced the experts to retreat step by step, leaving shallow craters in the ground from the force of his blows.

The potholes seemed to still retain the lingering power of Liao Pei's punches, making people hesitant to approach.

Lie Quan's "Qiankun Blade" technique is unpredictable. As he wields his twin blades, the interplay of light and shadow is dazzling, making it impossible for his opponents to see his moves clearly. They can only passively defend, leaving him with many openings.

In an instant, shouts of battle and the clash of weapons mingled together, turning the entire council hall into a living hell, as if cursed by a demon.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood. Wounded people and corpses lay scattered on the ground, and blood pooled into streams that flowed slowly.

Every drop of blood seemed to tell the story of the brutality of this fierce battle.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Ke'er and her son Tie Tiezhen were in a state of panic, like birds startled by a bow.

But they were ruthless by nature, and they would not willingly surrender. A cunning glint flashed in their eyes as they searched for a last chance to survive.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with a fierce light, like the glint of a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.

They drew their swords, their movements as swift as lightning, like two vicious wolves leaping from the darkness, attacking Shi Feiyang from both flanks.

Their movements were swift and stealthy, like ghosts in the dark, making them impossible to guard against.

The blades in their hands flashed with a chilling killing intent, as they attempted to deliver a fatal blow to Shi Feiyang amidst the chaotic situation.

Their blades flashed like the scythe of death, each swing taking a life, sending chills down one's spine.

Upon witnessing this scene, Ellie, now the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world and the leader of the Naiman tribe, felt her anger ignite like a volcanic eruption. Her anger, like her beauty, was impossible to ignore.

Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes blazing with fury, and she roared, "Ke'er, you despicable and shameless wretch, how dare you play such underhanded tricks on me! Humph! Today, I, the Khan, will surely cut off your dog's head to rid the world of this scourge and restore order to the Naiman tribe!"

Her voice, like a war drum, inspired her soldiers.

Her voice was clear and melodious, yet it carried a chilling majesty, like a sharp arrow shooting straight at Ke'er, clearly reaching everyone's ears in the noisy council hall.

Her voice, like her sword, was incredibly sharp, piercing straight to the enemy's heart.

In the blink of an eye, she drew her sword with a "whoosh," the blade gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight, like a silver lightning bolt slicing through the sky. She lightly touched the ground with her feet, her figure as graceful as a nimble swallow, and instantly pounced towards Ke'er and Tie Tiezhen.

Her movements, like her sword, were as fast as lightning, impossible to catch.

At this moment, she was wearing a brand-new traditional grassland outfit. The long robe was carefully sewn from the finest sheepskin and embroidered with exquisite gold patterns, which shimmered in the sunlight.

This robe not only demonstrates her respect and love for grassland culture, but also highlights her noble status as a tribal chief.

A wide leather belt, inlaid with large gemstones, cinched her waist, further accentuating her slender figure and making her appear even more upright and elegant. Her skirt billowed in the wind, like wildflowers blooming on a prairie. A delicate leather hat adorned her head, its brim draped with colorful silk threads that gently brushed against her fair, jade-like face, adding a touch of allure.

This leather hat not only added a touch of playfulness to her, but also made her look more vivid and lively, like a fairy from the grassland.

This outfit not only perfectly accentuated her beauty, but also highlighted her nobility and majesty as the tribal chief.

She stood there, like a blooming flower on the grassland, beautiful yet powerful, inspiring respect in everyone.

Ellie uses a move called "Cloud Covering and Mist Covering" from the Hengshan School's "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique".

Her figure moved swiftly and unpredictably, like a wisp of smoke, weaving freely between Ke'er and Tie Tiezhen. Her movements were light and fast, making it impossible to anticipate her next move.

Her swordsmanship was exquisite, with layers upon layers of sword shadows, making it difficult for people to grasp her sword path, as if they were in a hazy mist.

Each swing of her sword seemed to leave a faint trace in the air, captivating the viewer with her dance-like swordsmanship.

The sword moves appeared light and graceful, like a gentle breeze, but in reality, they concealed deadly intent.

Each swing of the sword brought forth a sharp sword aura, cutting the air into fragments and making a hissing sound.

Ke'er and Tie Tie were shocked by what they saw. They had witnessed many skilled warriors in the battles between tribes, but they had never seen such exquisite swordsmanship. Their eyes were filled with astonishment.

The two hurriedly brandished their longswords, attempting to parry Ellie's attacks. However, Ellie's swordsmanship was fluid and ever-changing. Her sword moves were always unexpected, making it difficult to predict her next move.

Her swordplay was sometimes as ethereal and elusive as clouds and mist, making it difficult to grasp; at other times, it was as swift and fierce as lightning, making it impossible to defend against. Ke'er felt that everything before her eyes was blurred, shrouded in a layer of mist, and she could not see Ellie's sword path at all.

He could only rely on instinct and experience to try his best to resist the storm-like attacks.

Suddenly, Elizabeth turned around, swaying in the wind like a blooming flower.

The blade in her hand was like a silver rainbow, carrying immense force, slicing through Ke'er's ribs. This sword strike was as fast as lightning and incredibly precise, sending a chill down Ke'er's spine. She knew she had been defeated.

With a "splat," blood splattered like a fountain, resembling crimson fireworks blooming in the night sky.

A deep wound was slashed across Ke'er's body, his internal organs spilling out. He let out a shrill wail, like a wounded beast, his voice filled with pain and despair.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair, and his body swayed precariously, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground, struggling painfully in a pool of blood, trying to grasp at the last glimmer of hope for survival, but all in vain.

Shortly after, he died, his eyes wide open in death.

Tetsujin witnessed his father, Ke'er, die a horrific death. The gruesome scene pierced his heart like a sharp blade, and the grief in his heart surged like a raging tide, almost completely overwhelming him. His eyes instantly turned red, burning with two raging flames, like a raging beast that had been provoked. He let out a deafening roar from deep in his throat, gripped his knife, and lunged at Elizabeth.

When Ellie saw Tie Tiezhen's appearance, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a cold smile.

That smile was like the frost of winter, full of endless contempt and disdain, mocking Tie Tie for overestimating himself and acting rashly.

With a gentle flick of her wrist, the longsword hummed, its blade resembling the roar of a dragon, as she unleashed the ultimate technique of the "Cloud and Mist Swordplay," "Parting the Clouds to Reveal the Sun." This strike was as swift as lightning, yet carried an elegant rhythm, seemingly proclaiming to Tetsujin his ignorance and impending despair.

A flash of sword light appeared, its brilliance dazzling, like a shooting star streaking across the dark night sky, brilliant yet fleeting.

In that split second, Tetsujin's longsword was severed in two by Elizabeth's sword.

The broken sword fell to the ground with a clatter, its crisp sound standing out starkly against the tense atmosphere.

Immediately afterward, Ellie's wrist twisted nimbly, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, and the sword blade descended smoothly. The sword's momentum was like a nimble venomous snake, carrying a deadly threat, aimed directly at Tie Tiezhen's neck, mercilessly announcing the approach of death.

Tie Tie couldn't dodge in time and felt a sudden chill on his neck as if he had been lightly touched by the Grim Reaper's scythe.

In an instant, his head spun out, drawing a strange yet poignant arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

His body, without the support of his head, collapsed like a felled tree trunk.

Blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain, the crimson blood spreading rapidly and instantly staining the surrounding ground a shocking scarlet. The scene was extremely bloody and unbearable to look at.

"Great Khan is mighty! Great Khan is mighty!" Immediately, the soldiers and disciples of the Xiong Ying Society cheered and jumped for joy.

Their voices merged together, like rolling thunder, echoing in the air.

The excited shouts were filled with deep respect for Ellie. In this thrilling battle, Shi Feiyang, Ellie, Liao Pei, Lie Quan, Wu Zhong and others successfully killed the "traitor" within the Naiman tribe, and the entire Naiman tribe was immersed in jubilation.

Inside the Naiman tribe's camp outside the castle, a grand celebratory feast is underway.

The camp was brightly lit, as if it were daytime.

Shi Feiyang sat together with Mrs. Yi Li, Mrs. Lin Wanqing, Mrs. Bai Zhi, Mrs. Liu Guihua, and Mrs. Gong Simeng, and the atmosphere was filled with laughter and joy.

Lady Shi, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, gazed at Shi Feiyang with a radiant light in her eyes and said softly, "My husband, today's victory is all thanks to your wise decision. If you hadn't seen through that 'traitor's' plot so early, we would probably be in dire straits today." As she spoke, she gently poured Shi Feiyang a glass of fine wine, her movements gentle and elegant, revealing her love for her husband.

Lin Wanqing, the gentle and beautiful Madam Shi, smiled and said softly, "Yes, my husband. Now we have the support of hundreds of thousands of people on this vast grassland, as well as this boundless territory. In the future, the Xiong Ying Society will surely grow stronger and stronger."

Her voice was like a spring breeze, gentle and warm.

Bai Zhi, the beautiful Lady Shi from Miao territory, blinked her bright eyes and said sweetly, "My husband, your actions have allowed us to gain a foothold on this grassland. From now on, we can attack or defend as we please, and we will no longer be afraid of being harassed by those petty villains."

Her words carried the charming coquettishness unique to Miao women.

Liu Guihua, this stunningly beautiful woman with a touch of banditry, laughed heartily, "Haha, my husband, today's battle was truly exhilarating! From now on, if anyone dares to mess with our Xiong Ying Society again, I will make sure they never return!"

After saying that, she picked up a bowl of wine and drank it all in one gulp, revealing her bold and forthright spirit.

Gong Simeng, the talented and beautiful Mrs. Shi, smiled at Shi Feiyang and said gently, "Husband, you are our pillar of strength. With you here, we are not afraid of anything."

Her eyes were full of adoration and love.

On the other side, a group of heroes, including Liao Pei ("Tongbei Quan"), Lie Quan ("Qiankun Dao"), Wu Zhong ("Tie Zhang"), Xiao Lingling ("Yuanyang Dao"), Miao Menlong ("Shenjian Shou"), Shan Zhi ("Meihua Biao"), Xie Wen ("Feiying Shentan"), and Shi Xiong ("Xiaoshu Tong"), sat together, eating large chunks of meat and drinking large bowls of wine.

While gnawing on the meat in his hand, Liao Pei gave a thumbs up and praised, "The Grand Master's decision is simply brilliant! Now we are like tigers with wings on this vast grassland. The future of the martial world will definitely belong to our Xiong Ying Society!"

Lie Quan waved his chopsticks and shouted, "That's right! With the Grand Master leading us, we've not only rid the tribe of a menace, but also laid such a solid foundation for us. From now on, if anyone disagrees, we'll settle things with this knife!"

His words were full of lofty aspirations.

Wu Zhong slammed his hand on the table and said, "Our leader is unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness, and is also brave and resourceful. It is our blessing to follow our leader!"

His voice was so loud that it made the bowls and chopsticks on the table tremble slightly.

Xiao Lingling giggled, "Our leader is a first-rate hero. Today's battle was so exciting!" Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Miao Menlong put down his wine cup and said, "We have all witnessed the brilliance of the Grand Master. With the Grand Master here, our divine arrows will surely shoot even farther, making the enemy tremble with fear!"

Shan Zhi nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, today's celebration is the best proof. Our Xiong Ying Society will definitely grow stronger and stronger in the future!"

Xie Wen stroked his chin and said, "The Grand Master is meticulous in his thinking. The acquisition of this grassland territory is a testament to his wisdom. In the future, under the Grand Master's leadership, we will surely create even greater glories." The young page Shi Xiong was not to be outdone and said loudly, "The Grand Master is the most powerful person I have ever met! Following the Grand Master, I can also learn a lot of skills."

Inside the tent, the crowd was filled with laughter and the aroma of wine and meat.

Looking at everything before him, Shi Feiyang felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

He knew that all these achievements were inseparable from the support and trust of the people around him.

On this vast, boundless grassland, as expansive as the sea, they will join hands and forge a legend for the Xiong Ying Association.

Lan Xiaodie slowly emerged from the deep, dense forest, like a delicate orchid that had weathered the storms of life.

Sunlight streamed down, illuminating her slightly tired yet subtly resolute face.

The shadow of hatred that once clouded her eyes has gradually faded, replaced by a persistent search for the truth.

Lan Xiaodie knew perfectly well that if she wanted to uncover the truth about her father Lan Xianglin's past, the older generation of martial arts masters in the martial arts world were most likely to know the inside story. Therefore, she resolutely embarked on this arduous and unknown journey of discovery.

Along the way, she endured wind and dew, asking everyone she met for news.

Wherever she went, she would ask people from the martial arts world, innkeepers, and peddlers for clues about her father.

Lan Xiaodie went through countless hardships, traversing mountains and valleys, crossing desolate deserts, and fording turbulent rivers.

In the desert, under the scorching sun and amidst the swirling yellow sand, the heat was unbearable, yet she never once considered retreating; on the banks of the river, where the current was swift and fraught with danger, she relied on her indomitable will and superb light-footed skills to escape danger time and time again.

Finally, after a long and arduous search, he heard that on the towering and precipitous summit of Mount Hua, there lived a senior master who had once crossed paths with Lan Xianglin—Elder Xuanfeng.

At the summit of Mount Hua, clouds and mist swirl, resembling a fairyland on earth, yet exuding a chilling and desolate atmosphere.

The biting wind cut like a knife across her face, making her clothes flutter loudly.

Lan Xiaodie met Elder Xuanfeng in front of a secluded mountain cave.

The elder's hair was white as snow on a mountaintop, and his face was gaunt. Time had etched countless marks of vicissitudes on his face, but his eyes revealed a wisdom that seemed to see through all the illusions of the world.

Lan Xiaodie stepped forward respectfully, knelt down, and performed a deep bow. She asked earnestly, "Elder, I, Lan Xiaodie, have come here with great trepidation to inquire about my late father, Lan Xianglin. This matter concerns my entire life, and I humbly request your compassionate guidance." Her voice was clear yet trembled slightly, a testament to her inner tension and anticipation.

Elder Xuanfeng's gaze was sharp as two swords, scrutinizing Lan Xiaodie from head to toe. He then sighed deeply, his voice low and solemn: "Miss Lan, your father did indeed commit many unforgivable mistakes back then. In his quest for the martial arts treasure, he was blinded by greed and colluded with evil forces, causing countless righteous martial artists to suffer tragic deaths, plunging the martial world into chaos and bloodshed. Hero Shi Feiyang stepped forward to kill your father, truly eliminating a scourge for the martial world and restoring peace to it."

Hearing this, Lan Xiaodie had a premonition, but she still couldn't help but feel a piercing pain.

Her lips turned pale instantly, and she bit her lower lip tightly, trying to hold back the tears that were about to spill from her eyes.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and continued to ask, "Elder, did my father never do any good deeds in his life?" Her eyes held a glimmer of hope, as if she had grasped at the last straw.

Elder Xuanfeng shook his head slightly, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes, and slowly said, "A moment of kindness can not outweigh a moment of evil. The sins he has committed are like a raging river, how can they be offset by those few acts of kindness?"

Lan Xiaodie felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on her heart, making her feel extremely heavy.

After leaving Mount Hua, she was filled with mixed emotions, as if a bottle of mixed feelings had been spilled. She knew she had to make changes, but that was easier said than done. Her past beliefs were completely overturned at that moment, and her heart was filled with confusion and struggle.

She embarked on her journey back to Bozhou alone, a journey fraught with hardship. Every step felt like treading on thorns, causing her immense pain.

Whenever she opened that strange book that seemed to be the "Five Poisons True Scripture" but was actually the "Analects," the phantoms of the Jade Emperor, Sun Wukong, Venus, the Seven Fairy Maidens, and other immortals would appear, all urging her to abandon evil and do good.

Lan Xiaodie felt a surge of annoyance and anger rising within her. She slammed the book shut and shouted, "Enough! Don't bother me anymore!" From then on, she never dared to look at this magical fake scripture again, as if it were a Pandora's box, hiding endless troubles and confusion.

After a brief stay in Wulang City, the capital of the Naiman tribe, where he spent a few days with his beautiful wives, including Yili, Baizhi, Gong Simeng, Lin Wanqing, and Liu Guihua, Shi Feiyang led his team of "Tongbei Quan" Liao Pei, "Qiankun Dao" Lie Quan, "Tie Zhang" Wu Zhong, "Yuanyang Dao" Xiao Lingling, "Divine Archer" Miao Menlong, "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, and his young page Shi Xiong, on a long journey south to Bozhou.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the cattle and sheep on the grassland seem to sense the changing seasons. They lower their heads and silently graze on the sparse hay, occasionally looking up into the distance with a hint of confusion and reluctance in their eyes.

In the distance, a few lonely yurts stood, wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys, creating a tranquil yet slightly desolate scene against the backdrop of the vast grassland. As the sun gradually set, it dyed the sky orange-red, and the afterglow spilled onto the grassland, draping the barren land in a golden veil—a beauty that was both breathtaking and chilling.

The news that Shi Feiyang had gone to Penglai Island to obtain the "Xu Fu's Secret Treasure" spread like wildfire throughout the martial arts world, becoming more and more fantastical.

In particular, the Shandong Giant Whale Gang's widespread claim that Shi Feiyang had obtained the "elixir of immortality" left behind by Xu Fu has attracted the covetous eyes of various forces, who have all joined the fray. In an instant, the martial arts world is once again in turmoil, with undercurrents surging.

After leaving Wulang City, the capital of the Naiman tribe, for more than a hundred miles, the Xiong Ying tribe encountered a small hill ahead.

Down the hillside, several women were weeping bitterly, their cries as mournful and tragic as the mournful cry of cuckoos, each sound a tearful lament. They seemed to have suffered a great misfortune, as if they had been robbed by bandits and had lost their possessions and loved ones.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen and his page Shi Xiong are kind-hearted and feel pity upon hearing the crying.

The two exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, leaped off their horses and galloped toward the women, eager to find out what was going on.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly weak and pitiful woman harbored a hidden secret.

As the two beautiful young women approached, a hint of cunning flashed in their eyes.

Just as Xie Wen and Shi Xiong approached, they suddenly launched an attack, extending their slender hands and striking seven key acupoints and four main meridians on Xie Wen and Shi Xiong's body with lightning speed: "Zhongting", "Jiuwei", "Juque", "Zuotianshu", "Youzhangmen", and "Youjianjing".

This technique is ruthless and cunning, clearly the work of a master.

Xie Wen possessed unparalleled lightness skills and was also extremely alert.

Having roamed the underworld for many years, he earned the resounding title of "Flying Eagle Detective" at a young age, a reputation that was by no means undeserved.

The moment he sensed the danger, he abruptly turned and used the "Flying Willow and Light Smoke Technique," moving as nimbly as a fish and quickly slipping away to avoid the fatal blow. However, Shi Xiong's martial arts were considerably inferior, and his internal energy was not deep enough. He had no time to react and instantly fell victim to the two beautiful young women's trick.

Suddenly, the young woman appeared to have seven three-inch needles in her hand, which she then plunged into Shi Xiong's body without hesitation.

Shi Xiong suddenly let out a shrill scream, the sound echoing across the empty grassland, sending chills down everyone's spine.

Liao Pei, the "Tongbei Fist" master; Lie Quan, the "Qiankun Saber" master; Wu Zhong, the "Iron Palm" master; Xiao Lingling, the "Mandarin Duck Saber" master; Miao Menlong, the "Divine Archer" master; Shan Zhi, the "Plum Blossom Dart" master; and others were all taken aback. They spurred their horses forward to rescue Shi Xiong.

Xie Wen flew over with lightning speed, his expression anxious, and said, "Chief, brothers, those wicked women are not pitiful people at all. They are actually members of the Maitreya Cult!"

Everyone was shocked upon hearing this. Lü Yeyan, the leader of the Maitreya Sect, was renowned throughout the martial arts world, but few had ever seen her true face.

The Maitreya Cult acts strangely. Its members often use their beauty to bewitch others, making them lower their guard, and then take the opportunity to sneak up on them. The "Seven Fiends Severing Meridians and Sealing Acupoints Technique" is their unique skill.

Shi Feiyang's expression darkened, and he reacted quickly by waving his hand.

His ninety guards were well-trained and instantly formed a circular defensive formation, firmly protecting the supplies in the center to prevent any unforeseen events.

Just then, a commotion suddenly came from the woods, and a group of people came running out.

These people were all dressed in Taoist robes, holding long swords, and exuding a menacing aura.

Zhong Renwang, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, stood in front of the crowd and let out a sinister laugh.

His face was bizarre, without a nose, and his laughter sounded like the hooting of an owl, particularly sinister and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.

Dugu Yan, also dressed in a Taoist robe, stood to the side, looking out of place.

His face was gloomy, his expression extremely cold, and he hissed, "Shi Feiyang, no wonder your martial arts have become increasingly powerful, it turns out you obtained Xu Fu's elixir and the Sacred Heart Manual. Today, if you don't hand over Xu Fu's elixir and the Sacred Heart Manual, you little pageboy are doomed!"

Having said that, he held his sword horizontally against Shi Xiong, who had been poisoned by the needle and whose body had turned black. Shi Xiong groaned in pain, his life hanging by a thread.

At the same time, the group of Taoist priests, dressed in robes, gripped their long swords firmly with both hands and stepped out in a strange yet orderly Bagua Nine Palaces footwork, forming a fan shape and encircling the group like a tide.

They were agile and their swordsmanship was fierce. They were in groups of nine, responding to each other and stepping on the nine palace positions perfectly.

In an instant, sword energy crisscrossed, like an invisible net, gradually enveloping the heroes of Xiong Ying.

Judging from their fluid and seamless movements, they were undoubtedly using the renowned Nine Palaces Sword Technique.

However, Shi Feiyang's eyes were sharp, and he instantly realized that this was definitely not the orthodox Nine Palaces Sword Formation of the Wudang School.

The sword techniques in this formation are ruthless and exude an eerie and sinister aura; it is clearly the unique Nine Palaces Formation of the Northwest "Ghost Shadow Sect".

Based on this, these people are very likely to be fellow disciples of the infamous "femme fatale of the frontier," Fu Anxing.

The heroes of Xiong Ying felt this powerful and eerie pressure and turned to look at Shi Feiyang. Their eyes showed both solemnity about the sudden and fierce battle and absolute trust in their leader.

Shi Feiyang stared at the tense situation before him, secretly pondering that these waves of enemy bandits had clearly come prepared and meticulously planned this ambush. Today's fierce battle was destined to be a thrilling and life-or-death struggle.

His expression was cold and stern, his gaze unwavering, and his voice, deep yet resounding like a great bell, echoed throughout the surroundings: "Hmph! You bunch of petty scoundrels are far from qualified to snatch treasures from me, Shi Feiyang! Today, I will show you the true power of the Xiong Ying Society!"

At his command, Liao Pei's blood boiled with excitement, and as he rubbed his hands together, his aura surged like a turbulent sea.

He unleashed his signature move, the "Tongbei Fist," and it was as if his arms were instantly stretched by a mysterious force, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, like a black lightning bolt, as he swiftly attacked the nearest Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest was clearly a seasoned veteran, reacting with lightning speed as he quickly raised his sword to defend. However, Liao Pei's punch was incredibly powerful and forceful, causing the priest's arm to go numb, his tiger's mouth to split open, and his long sword to nearly fly out of his hand.

At this moment, Liao Pei seized the opportunity and pressed his advantage, unleashing the most powerful move in the "Tongbei Fist" style, "Tiger Descending the Mountain".

He raised his right fist high, his fist seemingly imbued with immense power, and with overwhelming force, he whistled as he struck the Taoist priest in the chest. The Taoist priest's face turned deathly pale instantly; in his shock, he tried to dodge, but it was too late.

With a muffled thud, Liao Pei's punch struck the Taoist priest hard in the chest. The priest flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing a horrific arc in the air. Blood gushed from his mouth as he crashed to the ground, dying instantly.

However, in that split second, the surrounding "Ghost Shadow Sect" Taoists moved swiftly, and the eerie Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Formation was activated instantly, completely trapping Liao Peiyan inside.

With a few sharp, rapid sword cries, like the hooting of owls, Liao Pei was caught off guard and suffered several cuts on his left arm, right chest, and back from the sharp sword. Blood gushed out, instantly staining his clothes red.

Liao Pei screamed in agony, struggling desperately to defend himself amidst the sword formation.

Seeing this, Lie Quan was furious. He brandished his "Qiankun Blade". As he wielded the two blades, their light flashed, just like two agile yet deadly silver snakes, reflecting a captivating light in the sunlight.

He was agile and nimble, moving through the enemy ranks like a ghost. Every swing of his sword brought with it a storm of blood and gore.

His eyes were like those of a hawk, and he spotted a weakness in a Taoist priest. His twin swords attacked the priest like a whirlwind.

The Taoist priest fought back fiercely, his sword and saber clashing and sparking, but he was ultimately no match for Lie Quan's fierce swordsmanship. Lie Quan slashed his thigh with a single blow. The Taoist priest screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his wound with both hands, blood gushing from between his fingers, writhing and struggling in agony.

However, another Ghostly Nine Palaces Sword Formation quickly encircled Lie Quan. Fortunately, Lie Quan wielded two swords, and thanks to his superb swordsmanship and tenacious fighting spirit, he was not easily injured like Liao Pei, who relied solely on his fists.

But within this Nine Palaces Sword Formation, nine swords clashed against two blades. Each time the weapons clashed, the impact caused Lie Quan's hands to ache between his thumb and forefinger, and his arms to feel numb and tingly.

He gritted his teeth, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, yet he still fought fiercely with his twin swords, engaging in a life-or-death struggle with the enemy.

Seeing his companion in danger, Wu Zhong was filled with rage and unleashed his powerful "Six Harmonies True Scripture" skill, which was renowned throughout the martial arts world.

A faint red light emanated from his palms, as if they had been scorched by a raging fire, radiating a fiery aura.

He roared, his voice booming like a bell, and struck a Taoist priest with a palm strike. The force of the strike was so powerful it was like a whirlwind rising from the ground. The Taoist priest couldn't dodge in time and was struck by the force of the palm. He was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily to the ground, coughing up blood, and dying instantly.

Wu Zhong then unleashed the "Subduing Demon Palm," drawing circles in the air with his left palm while simultaneously thrusting out with his right, his palm strikes unpredictable and combining both strength and gentleness.

Another Taoist priest was struck by him. He felt as if his internal organs had been hit by a heavy hammer. He was in excruciating pain and died on the spot. His death was gruesome.

But in the blink of an eye, another Ghostly Nine Palaces Sword Formation trapped Wu Zhong within it.

Wu Zhong was trapped in the formation, his expression solemn. He knew the power of the sword formation, but he was not afraid. He used all his strength and kept striking out with his palms, trying to find a flaw in the sword formation.

Xiao Lingling wielded the "Mandarin Duck Swords," their movements perfectly coordinated, each move displaying exquisite skill.

With a sharp cry, she charged towards a Taoist priest like a pink lightning bolt. Her short sword, like a snake spitting its tongue, pierced straight for his throat, while her long sword, like a rainbow piercing the sun, sliced ​​across his waist.

(End of this chapter)