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

Chapter 255. Wu Yu's insidious and ruthless methods are swiftly countered by Shi Feiyang's domineering palm strike.
The Taoist priest was overwhelmed and flustered by Xiao Lingling's fierce double-sword moves.

Xiao Lingling wielded two swords, one long and one short, their movements perfectly synchronized, like two agile yet deadly silver snakes, gleaming with a chilling light in the sunlight. She shouted repeatedly, each move carrying a resolute air, aimed directly at the Taoist's vitals.

The Taoist priest was terrified. He frantically waved his long sword in an attempt to defend himself, but he was like a candle flickering in the wind, about to fall.

Finally, under Xiao Lingling's fatal blow with both swords, the Taoist priest screamed and died on the spot.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly turning the surrounding grass crimson, resembling a blooming sea of ​​blood, a shocking sight.

Just then, Xiao Lingling had just killed one person and hadn't even caught her breath when another Taoist priest seized the opportunity and attacked with his sword.

Xiao Lingling's eyebrows furrowed, her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent, as she unleashed the "Seven Fiends Blade Technique." Her long and short swords moved with bizarre and unpredictable movements, the flashing blades transforming into seven sharp black lightning bolts, dazzling the eye.

This sword technique was ruthless and vicious, with each move concealing a hidden secret. The Taoist priest was completely bewildered by her peculiar swordsmanship, as if he were in a fog, not knowing how to defend himself.

Within three moves, Xiao Lingling shrewdly found an opening and shouted, "Take this!"

The long sword in his hand pierced the sun like a rainbow, heading straight for the Taoist's chest.

The Taoist priest stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe he would die here.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but only spat out a mouthful of blood, slowly collapsed, his body twitched a few times on the ground, and then fell silent.

But in that instant, the Taoists of the "Ghost Shadow Sect" around her moved quickly, and the eerie Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Formation was activated, completely trapping Xiao Lingling inside.

Xiao Lingling was caught in the sword formation, feeling sharp sword energy coming from all directions. She was in dire straits, her life hanging by a thread.

Although she was afraid, her eyes showed a tenacious spirit, like a plum blossom braving the snow, never giving in.

She gritted her teeth, wielding her twin swords even faster, the blades flashing as she tried to carve a bloody path through the enemy lines, shouting, "Even if it costs me my life, I won't let you scoundrels succeed!"

The Taoist priests of the "Ghost Shadow Sect," relying on this eerie Nine Palaces Formation, cooperated with each other and engaged in a thrilling and desperate battle against the heroes of Xiong Ying.

In an instant, shouts of battle and the clash of weapons mingled together, deafening and echoing through the sky.

In an instant, swords flashed, blood splattered, and chaos ensued.

Zhong Renwang, Dugu Yan, and the alluring leader of the Maitreya Sect's main altar, Wu Yu, stood nearby and, seeing Liao Pei instantly slashed seven times, burst into triumphant laughter.

The laughter, like the hooting of an owl, carried a sinister and triumphant air, sounding particularly jarring on this bloody battlefield.

Zhong Renwang laughed as he said, "Hmph, this Xiong Ying Society is nothing special. Today will be their burial ground!" He said this to Wu Yu on purpose, in order to incite Wu Yu to fight Shi Feiyang to the death so that he could reap the benefits.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yu chuckled coldly, becoming even more arrogant.

Seeing his brothers and sisters Liao Pei, Lie Quan, Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling and others trapped in the Nine Palaces Sword Formation of the Ghost Shadow Sect, all of them wounded and on the verge of death, Shi Feiyang was extremely anxious, as if a million ants were gnawing at him.

He knew the situation was critical and allowed no room for hesitation. Immediately, he activated his unpredictable Mingyu Skill, and in an instant, his aura surged like the waves of a turbulent ocean, rolling and surging endlessly.

His clothes fluttered wildly, as if they were about to be torn apart by this powerful aura.

A chilling cold swept through the world, freezing the surrounding air.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Snow Blood Claw" divine skill from the "Sacred Heart Technique". This skill is similar in principle to the highest level of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, "Dragon Capturing Skill", both being extremely powerful and awe-inspiring in the martial arts world.

His gaze was sharp as lightning, and he precisely seized the opportunity in this chaotic world, suddenly reaching out and grabbing at the void.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and the world was plunged into darkness. Several crystal-clear ice pillars seemed to roar out from the depths of the deepest hell, carrying endless bone-chilling cold, and fell from the sky with overwhelming force.

With a loud "bang," like a bolt from the blue, the ice pillar crashed heavily into the sword that Dugu Yan had placed against Shi Xiong.

The impact made Dugu Yan's arm go numb, and she almost dropped her longsword.

Dugu Yan's expression changed drastically, and she was secretly shocked: "What kind of martial art is this? It's so powerful!"

Then, Shi Feiyang exerted his strength and inhaled, and the ice pillars seemed to come alive, firmly trapping Shi Xiong within them.

Immediately afterwards, the icicle dragged Shi Xiong through the sky in a breathtaking arc, like a shooting star chasing the moon, before finally landing steadily in front of Shi Feiyang.

Upon seeing this scene, Zhong Renwang was shocked and his face turned ashen. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Snow Blood Claw?" Having roamed the martial world for decades, he knew the terrifying power of this skill and dared not be careless in the slightest.

He leaped into the air like a black lightning bolt, soaring through the sky with a fierce aura.

In mid-air, he unleashed a move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms called "Flying Dragon in the Sky," raising his right palm high with immense internal force gathered between it. With overwhelming force, he swiftly struck down at Shi Feiyang's head, shoulders, and chest.

He shouted, "Shi Feiyang, prepare to die!" He intended to take advantage of Shi Feiyang's rescue of Shi Xiong to kill Shi Feiyang in one fell swoop.

Dugu Yan and Wu Yu, the alluring leader of the Maitreya Sect's main altar, followed closely behind Zhong Renwang.

Dugu Yan unleashed the "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique," and in an instant, his sword moves were incredibly fast. The long sword in his hand seemed to transform into streaks of silver light, flickering and dazzling the eyes.

This "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique" has no set moves or forms; its striking emphasizes the word "unpredictable," targeting the opponent's most unexpected spots.

The sword shadows, like clusters of silver flames, pierced towards Shi Feiyang's acupoints. Each sword strike carried a deadly threat, yet it was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Wu Yu then flashed her body and unleashed the terrifying "Seven Fiends Severing Meridians and Sealing Acupoints Technique." Her slender hands danced like ghosts, directly targeting Shi Feiyang's vital acupoints such as "Zhongting" and "Jiuwei." She laughed sweetly and said, "Shi Feiyang, let's see how you resist today!"

In an instant, experts from all sides unleashed their unique skills, and a life-or-death duel was about to erupt, with the stench of blood permeating the air.

Shi Feiyang was engaged in a fierce battle with Zhong Renwang, Dugu Yan, and Wu Yu.

In the midst of this fierce exchange, he keenly noticed that Dugu Yan's voice had become sharp and piercing.

Shi Feiyang suddenly realized something and thought to himself, "I've heard that to practice the 'Evil-Repelling Sword Manual,' one must first castrate oneself. Judging from Dugu Yan's appearance, she must have hardened her heart to castrate herself in order to avenge that blood feud, willingly becoming a person who is neither male nor female in this martial world. Such determination and madness are truly chilling."

Thinking of this, Shi Feiyang couldn't help but feel a chill and became more wary of his opponent.

Seizing the moment when Shi Feiyang was distracted, Wu Yu flashed her body like a black lightning bolt, unleashing the terrifying "Seven Fiends Meridian Severing and Acupoint Sealing Technique".

She stretched out her slender hands, which seemed soft and boneless, yet concealed deadly intent. With lightning speed, she struck seven critical acupoints, including "Zhongting," "Jiuwei," "Juque," "Zuotianshu," "Youzhangmen," and "Youjianjing," as well as four main meridians, as well as stones flying everywhere.

Even more ruthless was the fact that she also carried seven three-inch needles in her slender hands. Each needle gleamed with a cold, eerie light, like a ghostly fire flickering in the night sky, exuding a deadly toxicity that was extremely vicious and impossible to guard against.

As Wu Yu made her move, she chuckled and said, "Shi Feiyang, today is your death day. Obediently accept your fate!"

However, Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Kung Fu was by no means undeserved.

At this moment, the vortex of true energy formed by the Mingyu Gong within his body was spinning rapidly, like a powerful black hole, radiating endless suction and devouring all the power around it.

Zhong Renwang's astonishingly powerful palm strike, Dugu Yan's ruthless and sharp swordsmanship, and Wu Yu's incomparably vicious acupoint striking technique were all deflected by this vortex of true energy. The palm strikes missed, hitting empty air and kicking up a cloud of dust; the sword strikes missed their mark, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound; the acupoint striking also missed its mark, Wu Yu's fingers grazing past Shi Feiyang's clothes.

None of the three attacks could harm Shi Feiyang in the slightest. Shi Feiyang sneered, "You think you can hurt me? You're just delusional!" Shi Feiyang knew that the situation was critical at the moment, and he secretly planned, "First, get Shi Xiong out of danger, and then deal with these three powerful enemies with all my might."

His left palm swung rapidly, and with the support of his incredibly powerful Mingyu Kung Fu, he unleashed the "Golden Dragon Claw" move from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique." At this moment, his left palm resembled an indestructible Heavenly Frost Blade, carrying a chilling aura and immense power, as it swiftly attacked Zhong Renwang, Dugu Yan, and Wu Yu, instantly engaging them in a thrilling and life-or-death duel.

The wind howled through his palms, seemingly capable of tearing the earth apart; sword energy crisscrossed, flashing with a cold, icy light; the shouts of battle were deafening, the scene breathtaking, like a living hell. Using a gap he had torn open, he grabbed Shi Xiong from his arms with his right hand and threw him into the air.

Xie Wen understood Shi Feiyang's intentions and secretly admired the leader's decisiveness and wisdom.

He instantly unleashed the "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke Skill," his figure resembling a light catkin or a wisp of smoke, drawing a graceful arc in the air before swiftly reaching out to catch Shi Xiong, who was falling from mid-air.

The moment he caught Shi Xiong, he turned and floated leisurely in the air, like a fallen leaf dancing in the wind.

As he floated in mid-air, he quickly took out precious pills from his pocket, such as "Lesser Rejuvenation Pill," "Greater Rejuvenation Pill," "Soul Gathering Pill," and "Heart Protection Pill." These pills were rare and precious healing medicines in the martial arts world.

Xie Wen muttered to himself, "Brother Shi Xiong, you must hold on!" He carefully fed Shi Xiong.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a shiny black magnet and brought it close to Shi Xiong's body, attempting to draw out the three-inch poison needle inside Shi Xiong's body. Under the powerful attraction of the magnet, the poison needle slowly emerged from Shi Xiong's body, making a "sizzling" sound.

After all the poison needles were sucked out, Xie Wen hurriedly took out the Tianshan Snow Lotus Water. This Tianshan Snow Lotus Water was made from snow lotuses grown in the extremely cold Tianshan Mountains. After special processing, it had miraculous antibacterial, disinfectant, and wound-healing effects.

He carefully cleaned Shi Xiong's wound, his movements gentle yet swift, his eyes focused, not missing a single detail.

Under his meticulous care, Shi Xiong's complexion gradually regained some color, and he was finally pulled back from the brink of death, his life saved. Xie Wen breathed a sigh of relief and murmured to himself, "We finally managed to save Brother Shi Xiong's life."

Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi were tasked with protecting the supplies, and together with Shi Feiyang's ninety guards, they stood ready for battle.

At this moment, the world seemed to be completely shrouded in a layer of gloom, and the shouts of battle shook the heavens and the earth, as if they were about to tear the sky apart.

Smoke billowed and filled the air, the pungent smell like a thick fog, permeating every inch of the air. The scene of slaughter before our eyes was like a living hell, exuding a chilling aura of death.

Miao Menlong's expression was cold and stern, his eyes like the sharpest eagle in the cold night, revealing a penetrating insight. The powerful bow in his hand was drawn back to its fullest extent, the bowstring taut and emitting a slight hum, the arrow steadily nocked, ready to be released.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, locking onto a beautiful woman wielding a sword and rushing towards him like a madwoman.

Although this beautiful woman was a woman, she exuded a bewitching and ruthless aura.

Her steps were light yet carried an eerie rhythm; with each step, the ground seemed to be pierced by an invisible black hole. The longsword in her hand gleamed with a cold, eerie light, and seemed to be shrouded in wisps of malevolent energy, clearly indicating that she was an extremely troublesome figure within the Maitreya Sect.

Miao Menlong felt no fear; instead, a fierce fighting spirit surged within him.

That fighting spirit, like a burning flame, instantly ignited his entire body.

He secretly channeled his profound inner strength, his true energy surging in his dantian like raging waves crashing against the shore. He roared, "Witch, prepare to die! Today is the day you, this scourge of the martial world, meet your end!"

This roar was as loud as a bell, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, shaking the surrounding air and sending dust flying high into the air, forming a hazy gray mist.

Immediately afterward, he released his grip, and the arrow shot out like a meteor, whistling through the air with a sharp, piercing sound. Like a black lightning bolt, it pierced the alluring woman's chest with overwhelming force. Miao Menlong's archery skills were superb; he showed no mercy to these Maitreya Cult witches who plagued the martial world, his heart filled with only one belief: to slay all evildoers and uphold justice.

The alluring woman stared wide-eyed, her gaze filled with disbelief, as if she had never imagined that she would die like this until her very last breath. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she only coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The blood drew an arc in the air before splattering onto the ground, the crimson stains a shocking sight.

She slowly collapsed, her body twitched a few times on the ground, and then fell still, her life extinguished.

After succeeding, Miao Menlong acted without hesitation, like a precise killing machine. He then took out three more arrows and swiftly nocked them with fluid movements. He took a deep breath, his breathing steady and long, and channeled all his internal energy into his arms.

He shouted in a low voice, "Behold my rapid-fire archery! Today, I'll make sure you demons never return!"

The three arrows were fired simultaneously, like three black rainbows, drawing three sharp and deadly arcs in the air.

This "Rapid Fire Arrow Technique" was incredibly powerful. The three alluring women were unable to dodge in time and were struck in vital areas. They let out miserable screams, like the hooting of owls, filled with despair and pain, echoing in this blood-soaked world, sending chills down one's spine.

They all fell to the ground dead, their blood spreading beneath them, staining the surrounding land crimson, like a blooming sea of ​​blood. The ground was soaked in blood and became muddy.

Standing to the side, witnessing Miao Menlong's display of prowess, Shan Zhi felt a surge of pride, his blood boiling like molten lava in his chest. He sneered, "Well done, Brother Miao! Your archery skills are so exquisite! Let me show you what I'm capable of! Let these scoundrels know the power of Shan Zhi!" With that, he flicked his wrist, and several "plum blossom darts" flew out of his hand like hidden weapons. These darts drew strange arcs in the air, like shooting stars flashing across the night sky, yet carrying a deadly danger.

In a flash, the darts accurately struck some of the Taoist priests. The priests who were hit screamed in agony, their voices shrill and piercing, as if they were being haunted by demons from hell.

They all fell to the ground, some clutching their wounds with their hands, blood gushing from between their fingers like a fountain. They rolled and struggled on the ground in agony, their bodies twisted into bizarre shapes, leaving shocking trails of blood on the muddy, blood-soaked ground. Others died on the spot, their bodies lying haphazardly on the ground, their deaths gruesome and the scene extremely bloody, like a tragic picture of human suffering.

Upon seeing this, the Taoist priests were greatly alarmed, their faces showing fear and panic.

Knowing the formidable strength of Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi, they swiftly and urgently organized the Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Formation, surging towards Shan Zhi and Miao Menlong like a tidal wave. Their movements were fluid, their footsteps tracing uncanny Bagua and Nine Palaces formations, each step carrying an invisible pressure. Their longswords gleamed coldly, their movements perfectly coordinated, like a tightly knit fighting machine.

Wherever the sword formation passed, the air seemed to be compressed, making a hissing sound. Shan Zhi remained calm and composed, as if Mount Tai had collapsed before him without changing his expression. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes as he unleashed the "Rain of Flowers" technique.

The plum blossom darts in his hand flew towards the Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Formation like a celestial maiden scattering flowers. The dense shadows of the darts resembled a silver rainstorm, overwhelming the Taoists.

Miao Menlong, cooperating with Shan Zhi, drew his bow and unleashed a barrage of divine arrows. In an instant, a rain of arrows and darts mingled, creating a chaotic scene filled with the aura of death. The plum blossom darts and divine arrows weaved through the air, emitting sharp whistling sounds, mingling with the shouts of the Taoists and the clash of weapons, forming a tragic symphony.

The Taoists in the Ghostly Nine Palaces Sword Formation parried with their swords, the sword shadows flashing and the clanging sounds ringing out incessantly.

They moved their feet constantly, stepping on the eight trigrams and nine palaces, cooperating perfectly.

This time, Shan Zhi's plum blossom darts seemed to malfunction, and most of them were deflected by the Taoists' swords. However, as the saying goes, "You can dodge the first day of the month, but you can't dodge the fifteenth," and although the Taoists were able to deflect, parry, and dodge Shan Zhi's plum blossom darts, they revealed their weaknesses when they moved their feet.

Miao Menlong was quick-witted and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He seized the opportunity and shot an arrow.

With a "whoosh," the arrow pierced through the throat of a Taoist priest, accompanied by a whistling sound.

The Taoist priest's eyes widened, his hands clutching his throat, blood gushing from between his fingers. His eyes were filled with fear and despair. He slowly collapsed, his body crashing heavily to the ground, splashing blood and staining the surrounding area even more crimson.

With Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi working together, countless people were struck by darts or arrows in an instant. Screams echoed throughout the land, like a mournful lament, recounting the brutality of this bloody battle.

At this moment, more Taoists surged in like a tide, surrounding Miao Menlong, Shan Zhi, and ninety guards. The situation became increasingly critical, and their lives hung by a thread.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang moved like a ghost, suddenly leaping out of the battle circle.

His eyes flashed like lightning as he noticed that Shan Zhi and Miao Menlong were being attacked by a group of Taoist priests, and their situation was critical.

At that moment, he channeled his profound inner strength and unleashed the renowned "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," unleashing the domineering "Heaven and Earth Live Together" move. His palms rose high, like two gleaming, frost-covered blades, radiating a chilling aura that seemed capable of freezing everything in the world.

These two palms moved like a ruthless harvester, mercilessly reaping the Taoists who surrounded Shan Zhi and Miao Menlong.

Shi Feiyang roared, "How dare you scoundrels act so presumptuously here! Today, I'll make sure you never leave alive!"

His voice resounded across the battlefield like a booming bell, carrying an earth-shattering heroic spirit.

Under the powerful swirling force of Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong true qi vortex, the surrounding air seemed to be distorted, forming small airflow vortices. The Taoists only felt a flash of white light before their eyes, and before they could react, a sharp pain shot through their necks. It turned out that Shi Feiyang's sharp blade qi had already sliced ​​through, and their heads were blown off like ripe fruit, tracing strange arcs in the air.

In the blink of an eye, a group of Taoist priests inexplicably turned into headless corpses, with blood gushing out like fountains from the severed necks, splattering onto the withered grass and staining it crimson.

The headless corpses lay scattered on the ground, the scene extremely bloody and horrifying.

Zhong Renwang, Dugu Yan, and Wu Yu saw this scene from afar and their faces twisted with rage, as if evil spirits had appeared in the world.

Zhong Renwang's eyes widened in fury, almost spitting fire. He thought to himself, "This Shi Feiyang is incredibly powerful. If this continues, won't our carefully laid plan be ruined? We must kill him here today!"

At that moment, he gathered his strength and leaped into the air, his figure like a black lightning bolt, rushing towards him with a fierce momentum.

In mid-air, he unleashed the "Dragon Battles in the Wild" move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. His palms danced rapidly, creating a whistling wind, and countless palm shadows seemed to strike Shi Feiyang like a barrage of giant hands. Each move was incredibly swift and powerful, carrying an overwhelming force, attempting to subdue Shi Feiyang in one fell swoop. He roared, "Shi Feiyang, you villain! If you don't hand over Xu Fu's Immortal Pill and the Sacred Heart Technique, today will be your death day! Hmph! Prepare to die!"

Dugu Yan followed closely behind. He was already driven mad by hatred, and seeing Shi Feiyang's bravery, he gritted his teeth in hatred.

He thought bitterly, "I castrated myself to cultivate this 'Evil-Repelling Sword Technique' so that I could avenge the blood feud that killed these five sons at the hands of that dog Shi Feiyang. Humph! Today, I will definitely tear that dog Shi Feiyang to pieces."

He unleashed the unpredictable "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique," his longsword transforming into a nimble venomous snake, gleaming with cold light. His swordplay was incredibly fast, each strike aimed at the unexpected places Shi Feiyang would encounter.

The swordsmanship had no set moves or styles, yet it exuded a sinister and malevolent aura, like a ghost in the dark night, making it impossible to guard against.

As he made his move, he let out a sharp cry: "Shi Feiyang, you have made me neither male nor female, and you have killed my five sons. Today I will tear you to pieces to vent my hatred!"

Not to be outdone, Wu Yu, this alluring beauty, flashed her body and arrived like a red phantom.

She unleashed her fearsome "Seven Fiends Severing Meridians and Sealing Acupoints Technique," extending her slender, delicate hands—hands that appeared soft and boneless, yet concealed deadly intent. Her fingers, like lightning, swiftly struck Shi Feiyang's vital acupoints, including "Zhongting," "Jiuwei," and "Juque."

At the same time, she also held several three-inch poison needles in her hand, the needles gleaming with a cold, eerie light and exuding deadly toxicity.

While applying pressure points, she giggled and said, "Shi Feiyang, you little devil, taste the power of my Seven Fiends Meridian Severing and Acupoint Sealing Technique and poison needles. Let's see how you can resist. Today, I'll make you die here, hehehe!"

With that, she flicked her wrist, and several poison needles shot towards Shi Feiyang's acupoints like hidden weapons. Each needle carried her insidious internal energy, making them extremely vicious and impossible to defend against.

The three surrounded Shi Feiyang again. In an instant, swords flashed, palm winds howled, and shouts of killing were deafening.

Surrounded by three people, Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed. He rapidly circulated his Mingyu Gong, his true energy surging and forming a powerful vortex. He was facing this thrilling life-or-death duel.

A slight smile played on his lips as he declared loudly, "You three think you can take my life? Today I'll show you that I, Shi Feiyang, have roamed the martial world for many years, and I'm not afraid of petty scoundrels like you!"

After Xie Wen did his best to save Shi Xiong, he was filled with worry and carefully carried Shi Xiong to the baggage train guarded by ninety guards.

He gently placed Shi Xiong on the baggage train, his eyes filled with concern, and said in a low voice, "Brother Shi Xiong, rest assured and recover from your injuries. I'll take care of things here."

Immediately afterward, Xie Wen took a deep breath, channeled his inner energy, and with a swift and unpredictable movement, unleashed the wondrous "Flying Willow and Light Smoke Technique." In an instant, he became like a black phantom, carrying a sharp aura, and instantly charged into the enemy ranks. His mind was preoccupied with the most dangerous situation, Xiao Lingling, and he thought to himself, "Sister Xiao must be in grave danger right now; I must rush to her rescue as soon as possible!"

Without stopping, he ran towards Xiao Lingling, his figure as swift as lightning, like a black streak of light flashing across the battlefield.

With his superb lightness skill, Xie Wen moved as nimbly as a nimble raccoon, weaving freely through the enemy ranks.

He would occasionally sling down the Heavenly Silkworm Net, which resembled a blooming white flower, shimmering with an eerie light under the sunlight, instantly enveloping a Taoist priest.

He exerted his strength and shouted, "Come here!" pulling the Taoist priest into the air.

Immediately afterwards, the short blade in his hand shot out like a venomous snake, gleaming with a chilling light, and stabbed fiercely.

The Taoist priest, trapped in the silkworm net, was immediately covered in bloody holes and let out a miserable scream. The scream was like the cry of an owl, echoing in the bloody world and sending chills down one's spine.

A short while later, the Taoist priest died, his body falling like a tattered sack, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

Thus, Xie Wen successfully broke through one of the Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Formations. He was secretly delighted: "This Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Formation is nothing special. Watch how I kill all these villains today!"

At this moment, Xiao Lingling was covered in sword marks, her clothes were torn, and her hair was disheveled, but she was still full of fighting spirit, like a strong rose that stood proudly in the storm.

Seeing Xie Wen break through the formation and arrive, she was greatly encouraged. Her beautiful eyes widened, and she gripped a pair of long and short swords. Facing the Taoists, she shouted, "You stinking Taoists, how dare you mess with your grandma! Humph! You're simply asking for trouble! Today, I'll show you what grandma is all about!"

She unleashed the "Seven Fiends Blade Technique," her twin blades flashing and gleaming like two agile yet deadly silver snakes, leaving trails of icy light in the air. Each strike carried a resolute momentum; with each slash, several Taoist priests fell beneath her blades, their blood splattering and staining the surrounding ground crimson.

She then leaped into her husband Wu Zhong's battle formation, crying out sweetly, "Husband, I'm here to help you!"

She fought alongside Wu Zhong, joining forces to counter another Ghostly Nine Palaces Sword Formation.

The couple worked together seamlessly, their double swords and palms responding to each other, and for a time, they were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle with the Nine Palaces Sword Formation.

Wu Zhong roared, "My lady, today we will slaughter these traitors without leaving a single one alive!"

Xiao Lingling giggled and said, "That's right, my husband, watch how we break this sword formation!"

Xie Wen moved freely through the enemy ranks, as if he were in an empty field. He seized an opportunity and crept up behind a Taoist priest.

His eyes were icy cold, like a deep pool in the cold night. With a slash of his short blade, the Taoist's throat was cut open, and blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all over Xie Wen.

Xie Wen was like a nimble swallow, moving freely through the chaotic and bloody scene.

He turned around and once again unleashed his exquisite "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill," his movements light and graceful, like a fairy dancing. However, beneath this seemingly beautiful movement lay a deadly threat.

He skillfully dodged left and right, like a fish swimming in water, deftly avoiding the attacks of several Taoist priests' sharp swords. The Taoist priests' sword moves were ruthless and cunning, with whistling winds, but Xie Wen avoided them all.

Xie Wen's "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke Skill" is truly too mysterious.

Immediately afterward, his gaze sharpened like a hawk, locking onto a Taoist priest, and he thought to himself, "You're the one!"

His figure moved with lightning speed, the short blade in his hand like a black lightning bolt, piercing straight for the opponent's heart. A Taoist priest didn't even have time to react before Xie Wen killed him, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud, blood gushing out and instantly staining the grass crimson.

At this moment, the world was a scene of utter devastation, with corpses strewn everywhere and severed limbs scattered about. Blood flowed freely, staining the earth a shocking red, and the land itself seemed to weep silently, permeated by the stench of blood.

The shouts of battle and the clash of weapons mingled together, deafeningly loud, like a tragic symphony, a lament for the passing of life, creating a scene of horrific horror that sent chills down the spine of anyone who saw it.

In the fierce duel between Zhong Renwang, Dugu Yan, Wu Yu and Shi Feiyang, Zhong Renwang was like a demon god who stepped out of the depths of hell, exuding a terrifying and menacing aura.

Each palm strike he unleashed carried the force of a thunderbolt, tearing the air apart as if by an invisible giant hand, emitting sharp whistles. He seemed to have mastered a new, mysterious internal energy cultivation method; at this moment, his powerful internal energy surged within him like a raging river, elevating his martial arts to a new level.

He moved his palms and unleashed the mighty Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, with the move "Benefiting the Great River" displaying overwhelming power.

He secretly rejoiced, thinking, "I have been diligently cultivating this new internal energy technique in seclusion recently, overcoming countless hardships and dangers, and have finally achieved some success. Now, with its enhancement, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are incredibly powerful. Today, I will definitely let that brat Shi Feiyang know my strength, and make sure he never returns, dying here!" With this thought, he roared, his voice booming like a bell.

The sound was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, resounding throughout the heavens and earth, as if it could shatter one's eardrums.

His hands moved rapidly, creating a whistling sound that was as mournful as the howling of ghosts and wolves, sending chills down one's spine.

Zhong Renwang's every move was incredibly swift, like a torrential downpour, carrying an immense sense of pressure, attacking Shi Feiyang like a surging tide. In an instant, countless palm shadows appeared, as if countless giant hands were slapping towards Shi Feiyang. These palm shadows were like materialized weapons, carrying a world-destroying aura, wanting to crush Shi Feiyang into dust in an instant.

As Zhong Renwang attacked, he shouted, "Shi Feiyang, if you don't hand over the Sacred Heart Manual and Xu Fu's Immortal Pill today, it will be your death day! Prepare to die!" Dugu Yan, like a silver phantom, hovered on the edge of the fierce battle, yet closely coordinated with Zhong Renwang, fiercely attacking Shi Feiyang. He unleashed the "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique," renowned for its unpredictability and versatility. The longsword in his hand gleamed with cold light, each thrust as swift as lightning, dazzling and impossible to defend against.

His swordsmanship was like a nimble snake, or a fleeting ghost, leaving streaks of silver light in the air. Each streak of light carried a deadly threat, aiming straight for Shi Feiyang's vital points.

As Dugu Yan made her move, she let out a sharp cry: "Shi Feiyang, you have made me neither male nor female, and killed my five sons. Today is the day you pay for your blood debt!"

His eyes were filled with hatred and madness; his mind was blinded by hatred, and he didn't even consider that it was he and his five sons who had assassinated Shi Feimi and Yili first.

Wu Yu stood to the side, her face grim, like the dark clouds before a storm, sending chills down one's spine. The "Seven Fiends Severing Meridians and Sealing Acupoints Technique" she used was as eerie as a ghost, her figure flashing as each move aimed directly at Shi Feiyang's vital points.

Her fingers, like sharp blades, traced eerie arcs in the air, attempting to kill her enemy by sealing his acupoints and severing his meridians.

Wu Yu's movements were as fast as lightning, elusive and unpredictable. In a flash, she was already beside Shi Feiyang, her fingers flashing out like lightning, targeting Shi Feiyang's vital acupoints such as "Zhongting" and "Jiuwei". As she struck the acupoints, she sneered, "Shi Feiyang, taste the power of my Seven Fiends Meridian Severing and Acupoint Sealing Technique, and see how you can resist!"

Faced with the relentless attacks from Zhong Renwang, Dugu Yan, and Wu Yu, Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed, unfazed even as Mount Tai collapsed before him. He rapidly circulated his Mingyu Gong, his inner energy surging and forming a massive, rapidly spinning vortex.

(End of this chapter)