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

Chapter 258. Upholding Righteousness to Slay the Culprit, Wu Biao's Dream Ends on His Journey.

Liu Yehua roared angrily, his voice like tearing silk: "Wu Qu, don't be so arrogant! You won't be able to harm my brothers in the slightest in front of me!"

This shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, echoed for a long time throughout the land.

Liu Yehua's swordsmanship is incredibly fierce; every strike carries the force of a thunderbolt, the flashing blade dazzling the eye.

Seeing this, Wu Qu's anger intensified, like a powder keg that had been lit.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if they were spitting fire, and he waved his pipe more and more violently, creating a whooshing sound, just like a gale carrying a torrential rain.

He cursed angrily, "Liu Yehua, you ignorant fool, how dare you obstruct me! Today I will make you and Liao Pei perish here!" With that, he used the "Wind and Thunder Acupoint Strike Technique," his figure moving like a ghost, his pipe in his hand like a nimble venomous snake, aiming straight for Liu Yehua's major acupoints.

Liu Yehua showed no fear, his Hundred Leaf Blade flashing up and down as he unleashed a fierce swordsmanship, engaging in a fierce battle with Wu Qu.

In an instant, the world was filled with the clashing of swords and the flashing of blades. Every swing of Wu Qu's pipe brought forth a black shadow; every slash of Liu Yehua's hundred-leaf blade gleamed with a cold silver light, as if it could cleave the sun and moon.

The life-or-death duel between the heroes of Xiong Ying and a gang of villains was filled with howling fists and heavy spear shadows, as if countless invisible forces were violently colliding and tearing in the air, and the entire space was filled with a strong sense of killing intent.

The surrounding ground was riddled with holes and mud was scattered everywhere as the internal force and the powerful winds from their weapons struck the ground.

The surrounding vegetation snapped and fell under the impact of this powerful force, its branches and leaves shattering and flying everywhere.

A strong stench of blood filled the air, and every martial artist was giving it their all, their eyes fixed on the determination to kill their opponent.

Wu Qu and Liu Yehua fought fiercely, their lives hanging by a thread.

Seeing that the two sides were locked in a fierce battle and the situation was deadlocked, with no clear winner, Wu Biao could no longer suppress the anxiety and anger burning in his heart like a raging fire.

He roared to the sky, his voice like thunder, shaking the surrounding air: "Kill! Cavalry, charge! Let these fools see the might of Old Wolf Stronghold!" This command was like igniting a powder keg.

In the blink of an eye, the bandits of Old Wolf Stronghold spurred their mounts forward. The horses neighed and their hooves flew, like a surging black tide, rushing swiftly towards the disciples of the Xiong Ying Society and the镖师 (bodyguards) of the "Tiger Might Escort Agency".

The bandits brandished long sabers that gleamed coldly in the sunlight, their blades flashing and exuding a chilling killing intent.

The thunderous sound of hooves seemed to shake and tremble the entire world.

At this critical moment, Chief Escort Fan Shi remained calm and composed, like a towering iceberg, showing no fear.

He snorted coldly, his voice like a wolf's howl in the cold night: "Hmph, trying to win by sheer numbers? Not so easy!"

"Divine Archer" Miao Menlong and "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi exchanged a glance, a resolute glint in their eyes, and both snorted coldly.

The voice seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, carrying a hint of coldness.

The three men, leading the disciples of the Xiong Ying Society and a group of bodyguards, quickly sprang into action.

They moved with agility, like a group of well-trained cheetahs, and instantly lay prone on the grass.

They picked up the Ma Jun repeating crossbow, its mechanism gleaming metallically in the sunlight.

With a series of "click-click" sounds, everyone pulled the crossbow strings together, and in an instant, a rain of arrows, like locusts covering the sky, flew down towards the bandits of Old Wolf Village.

The bandits, unable to dodge in time, were struck by arrows and fell to the ground. In an instant, screams and the neighing of horses mingled together, echoing throughout the land like a mournful lament. The bodies of the wounded bandits twisted, blood gushing from their wounds, splattering everywhere and forming a mist of blood that spread through the air, filling it with a pungent, nauseating stench.

Xiao Lingling, nicknamed "Mandarin Duck Blades," raised her eyebrows and her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent. She shouted at the female soldiers of the Xiong Ying Society, "Sisters, follow me and kill!" Seizing the opportunity, she, along with "Tai Chi Blade" Southwest Wind and a group of bodyguards, moved like lightning, wielding various weapons, like a steel torrent, leaping into the enemy ranks.

Xiao Lingling wielded the Mandarin Duck Knives, their blades flashing like two agile dragons. Wherever the knives struck, the bandits of Old Wolf Village were struck, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Southwest Wind then unleashed Tai Chi sword techniques, his sword strikes continuous and combining strength and gentleness. Each strike carried a powerful force, knocking away the bandits' weapons and then tearing their skin open, blood splattering everywhere.

Their swords flashed in the sunlight, telling the story of the cruelty and ruthlessness of this bloody battle. On this land, the two sides fought fiercely, life and death hanging by a thread, the earth stained red with blood, a scene of utter carnage unfolding everywhere.

Seeing his painstakingly built team suffer heavy losses in this chaotic battle, with countless men killed or wounded, Wu Biao's anger surged to its peak, like a raging fire doused with oil.

His eyes widened, his gaze bloodshot, and he roared to the sky, his voice like thunder, as if to shatter the heavens: "You villains of the Xiong Ying Society, you pass by without leaving any toll money, how outrageous! Today I will wipe you all out to vent my hatred!"

This roar, filled with boundless rage and killing intent, echoed throughout the land, making the eardrums of everyone around ache. It also made Wu Biao appear exceptionally polite. But what kind of logic was this? It was utterly the logic of a robber.

Before he finished speaking, Wu Biao suddenly kicked the horse's belly with both feet. The horse, in pain, let out a long neigh and reared up on its front hooves.

Taking advantage of the moment, Wu Biao leaped off his horse, his movements as agile as an eagle, drawing a sharp arc in the air. He swiftly reached down and pulled out a pair of Wu-Yue hooks from his back; the hooks gleamed coldly in the sunlight, exuding a strong aura of killing intent.

Wu Biao unleashed the "Wind and Thunder Hook Technique," his aura suddenly shifting as if he transformed into a whirlwind carrying thunder, hurtling towards Xiao Lingling through the air.

He unleashed both hooks simultaneously. One hook, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, aimed straight for Xiao Lingling's throat, while the other hook flashed like lightning, intending to cut off Xiao Lingling's retreat. His attack was extremely fierce and impossible to defend against.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Lingling raised her eyebrows, and a hint of disdain and determination flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She snorted coldly, her voice like shattering ice in the cold night: "Hmph, you villain, you have committed countless evils, yet you still dare to try to frame my Xiong Ying Society? Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and kill you, you wicked scoundrel, and use your flesh and blood as fertilizer!"

After saying that, she used the "Seven Fiends Blade Technique," gripping both long and short blades tightly with both hands. With a turn of her lithe body, the two blades danced rapidly in her hands.

In an instant, the blade flashed, like countless silver lightning bolts swirling around him. The wind howled, slicing the surrounding air into fragments. Wu Biao and Xiao Lingling instantly became locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle in this space.

Wu Biao's Wind and Thunder Hook Technique is fierce and domineering. Every swing of his double hooks carries the power to split mountains and shatter rocks. The hook shadows flash, and every move is deadly.

Xiao Lingling's Seven Fiends Blade Technique is ruthless and fierce. Her long and short swords work together perfectly, and her sword moves are unpredictable. Sometimes she attacks fiercely like a storm, and other times she attacks cunningly and strangely like a snake spitting its tongue, making her unpredictable.

The two moved swiftly, exchanging blows, each move carrying a deadly threat.

The surrounding ground was riddled with holes and mud was scattered everywhere by the powerful internal force and the force of their weapons.

The nearby plants and trees were broken and fell over under the impact of this powerful force, their branches and leaves shattered and scattered.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, which was amplified by the fierce battle between the two.

Wu Biao and Xiao Lingling fought with bloodshot eyes, both ready to fight to the death.

Liao Pei and Wu Yu had been locked in fierce combat for some time in this ever-changing world, their figures intertwining like ghosts, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Liao Pei's expression was solemn, his eyes piercing, as if he could see right through Wu Yu's thoughts.

He thought to himself, Wu Yu's Wind and Thunder Saber Technique is indeed fierce and extraordinary, but he has been practicing Tongbei Fist for many years and is deeply immersed in the way of martial arts, so why would he be afraid of him?

At that moment, Liao Pei took a deep breath, his breath long and steady, his blood surging throughout his body, unleashing the full power of the Tongbei Fist, every inch of his skin seemingly responding to this power. Seeing Liao Pei's increasingly strong aura, Wu Yu couldn't help but feel a little flustered, but he was ruthless by nature and had been wandering in the martial world for many years, how could he easily show weakness?

A fierce glint flashed in Wu Yu's eyes. He let out a cold snort, his voice like the howl of a wolf in the cold night, echoing throughout the world: "Liao Pei, you old bastard, you're nothing but relying on your brute strength to try and outdo me with my Wind and Thunder Blade Technique. Today's battle will be your burial ground, and next year on this day, it will be your death anniversary!"

Having said that, he brandished his longsword and unleashed the ultimate move of the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, "Thunderstorm Wind Walk".

The blade flashed, like countless bolts of lightning crisscrossing in the sky, accompanied by rolling thunder, as if it wanted to cleave the world into pieces, fiercely slashing towards Liao Pei. The wind from the blade howled, causing the surrounding grass and trees to rustle.

Upon hearing this, Liao Pei not only didn't get angry, but instead laughed loudly and boldly, the sound shaking the surrounding air: "Wu Yu, you frog in a well, how dare you presume to take my life? My Tongbei Fist has been passed down through generations, profound and extensive, how can your crooked and evil methods compare? Today, I will show you the power of authentic martial arts!"

He flashed forward, like a black phantom, so fast that one only saw a blur of black shadow before skillfully dodging Wu Yu's fierce sword strike. Immediately afterward, Liao Pei unleashed the "Tongbei Chuanyun Hand" from the Tongbei Fist style, his arm seemingly lengthening instantly, like a sharp spear, aimed straight at Wu Yu's throat. This move was as fast as lightning, carrying an unstoppable momentum, seemingly capable of piercing through any obstacle.

Wu Yu was shocked and thought to himself, "This Liao Pei is indeed powerful. He was able to easily dodge my killing move and even launch a counterattack instantly."

He quickly drew his sword to defend himself, shouting, "Hmph, you think you can hurt me so easily!"

With a loud clang, like the tolling of a great bell, Liao Pei's fist force collided with Wu Yu's sword energy, sparks flying everywhere.

Wu Yu felt a numbness in his arm, and his long sword almost slipped from his hand. He was greatly alarmed, realizing that he had met a formidable opponent today.

Liao Pei pressed on, unleashing a continuous barrage of punches, each one carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, each strike seemingly capable of shaking the earth.

He shouted, "Wu Yu, you've reached the end of your road. Stop your futile struggles and accept your death! Today, your infamous Wind and Thunder Blade will be destroyed here!"

Despite his fear, Wu Yu gritted his teeth and persevered, desperately wielding his long sword in an attempt to block Liao Pei's attacks. He still harbored a sliver of hope, thinking that he might be able to find a weakness in Liao Pei and turn the tide of battle.

However, Liao Pei's offensive became increasingly fierce, like a surging tide, wave after wave. Wu Yu gradually became overwhelmed, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her breathing became more and more rapid.

Immediately afterwards, Liao Peishi displayed the Tongbei Fist's signature move, "Tongbei Liedi Fist".

He roared, his voice like thunder, seemingly capable of shattering the heavens. He thrust out both palms with tremendous force, like a surging tide, carrying an overwhelming momentum, as if to overturn the world. Wu Yu was unable to dodge and was struck in the chest by the force of the palm strike.

With a "crack," Wu Yu's sternum shattered instantly. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which bloomed like a blood flower. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, where he died.

Liao Pei stood with his palms closed, his expression cold and stern, staring at Wu Yu's corpse without any emotion in his heart.

The fierce battle between Lie Quan, wielding the "Qiankun Blade," and Wu Hao, wielding the "Wind and Thunder Sword," in this world has reached a fever pitch.

Lie Quan wielded the Qiankun Twin Blades, their blades gleaming with a cold light, like two silver dragons poised to pounce, seemingly imbued with life in his hands. His gaze was sharp and unwavering as he stared at Wu Hao, his eyes revealing composure and determination.

Lie Quan pondered to himself, Wu Hao's Wind and Thunder Sword Technique was indeed unpredictable, its attacks swift and fierce like a storm, making it impossible to defend against. However, he had studied the Qiankun Saber Technique for many years and deeply understood its essence. This saber technique incorporated the principles of heaven and earth, and it could not be easily defeated.

At this moment, Lie Quan circulated his inner energy, pushing the power of the Qiankun Blade Technique to its peak. His aura surged and raged, as if he had merged with the world around him. Seeing Lie Quan's overwhelming momentum, like a towering and unshakeable mountain, Wu Hao couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

But he was confident in his superb swordsmanship and had been wandering the martial world for many years, so how could he easily back down?

A slight smirk played on his lips, a cold laugh echoing through the air like the hooting of an owl: "Lie Quan, you brute, you dare to rely on your twin blades to try and outdo me with my Wind and Thunder Sword Technique? Today is your death day! From this day forward, the name 'Qiankun Blade' will be forgotten in this martial world!"

After speaking, Wu Hao unleashed the "Wind Sweeps Away Clouds" sword technique from the Wind and Thunder Swordplay.

In an instant, countless sword shadows appeared, like a whirlwind sweeping away the remaining clouds, or like countless cold glints interwoven into a net of death, swiftly piercing towards Lie Quan. The sword wind howled, blowing up the surrounding dust, and flowers and plants were all injured by the sword energy, breaking one after another.

Upon hearing this, Lie Quan not only did not become angry, but instead threw his head back and laughed heartily. His laughter was so loud and unrestrained that it seemed to dispel the gloom of the world, causing the surrounding air to tremble: "Wu Hao, you short-sighted fool, how dare you utter such arrogant words? My Qiankun Saber Technique has been passed down for hundreds of years and contains the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. How can your swordsmanship, which only focuses on flashy moves but has no profound foundation, possibly contend with it? Today, I will show you what true martial arts masterpieces are!"

He spun around like a swift whirlwind, his speed so fast it was impossible to catch a glimpse of him. His twin swords danced rapidly, unleashing the "Heaven and Earth Strangling Strike" from the Heaven and Earth Sword Technique. The two swords worked in perfect harmony, one offensive, one defensive, complementing each other perfectly.

The blades flashed, like two agile dragons dancing in the air, blocking all of Wu Hao's sword moves. "Clang, clang, clang," the sound of swords clashing was incessant, like a stirring battle song, sparks flying everywhere, appearing particularly dazzling in the dim sky.

Wu Hao felt his swordplay trapped in a huge vortex, tightly restrained by Lie Quan's twin blades, making it difficult to execute. He couldn't help but secretly lament that Lie Quan's swordsmanship was indeed formidable, and his Wind and Thunder Sword Technique was unable to break through his defense.

While defending, Lie Quan searched for Wu Hao's weaknesses. He understood that although the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique was exquisite, it focused too much on the changes in sword moves and lacked a solid foundation. It was like a castle in the air, seemingly magnificent but actually fragile.

At this moment, Lie Quan unleashed the ultimate move of the Qiankun Blade Technique, "Qiankun Shattering Slash".

He roared, his voice booming like a bell, echoing through heaven and earth, as if capable of shattering the firmament. He raised his twin swords high, imbued with boundless power, and slashed fiercely at Wu Hao. This strike unleashed a torrent of sword energy, seemingly capable of splitting heaven and earth apart, the surrounding air compressed by the sword energy, emitting a hissing sound.

Upon seeing this, Wu Hao was startled, his face turning deathly pale. He quickly used the "Wind and Thunder Flash" movement technique to try to dodge.

However, Lie Quan's strike had already precisely calculated his escape route. A flash of light, and Wu Hao, unable to dodge in time, was struck in the right arm by the blade's energy.

A bloodcurdling scream pierced the air as Wu Hao's right arm was severed in an instant. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his clothes crimson. His face was deathly pale, and he held the sword in one hand, his body trembling slightly, his heart filled with terror.

He never imagined that he would end up like this in this battle.

Lie Quan would not let this golden opportunity slip by. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes as he once again swung his twin blades, unleashing the "Heaven and Earth Deadly Slash." The twin blades, like two deadly venomous snakes, carried a deadly threat, aiming straight for Wu Hao's throat.

Wu Hao was terrified and desperately waved his broken sword to defend himself, shouting, "Lie Quan, don't try to kill us all! Otherwise, my Old Wolf Stronghold will never let you off easily." But at this moment, he was powerless to change the situation.

With a "thud," the twin blades pierced Wu Hao's throat. Wu Hao's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, as he slowly collapsed.

Lie Quan sheathed his sword and stood there, his gaze coldly fixed on Wu Hao's corpse, a glint of icy light flashing in his eyes. At this moment, a heavy stench of blood permeated the air, making Lie Quan's figure appear even more chilling in the blood mist, like a demon god from hell, sending shivers down one's spine. Wu Hao gripped his dark iron pipe tightly, his eyes wide open, filled with ferocity and determination.

He used the "Wind and Thunder Acupoint Strike Technique," and his aura suddenly changed, like a gale carrying thunder, exuding a chilling aura.

In the fierce battle, he moved like lightning, constantly lunging at Liu Yehua. His pipe was like a nimble and deadly venomous snake, aiming straight for Liu Yehua's vital points.

As Wu Chu attacked, he roared, "Liu Yehua, you ignorant fool, today I will make you die here, and let you know the power of my Old Wolf Stronghold!" His voice was filled with endless anger and killing intent, echoing in the world and making the surrounding air tremble.

Liu Yehua's expression was cold and stern, like a towering iceberg, showing no fear in the face of Wu Qu's fierce offensive.

The hundred-leaf blade in his hand gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like a dazzling star in the night sky. He unleashed the "Hundred-leaf Blade Technique," his body turning as the blade danced up and down, flashing with light. Each strike carried a sharp force, the wind whistling through the air with a "whoosh" sound.

Immediately afterward, Liu Yehua snorted coldly, his voice like shattering ice in the cold night: "Wu Qu, you have committed countless evils, today is your death day! Watch how I rid the people of this scourge!" The two fought fiercely in this world, locked in a fierce battle.

Wu Qu's Wind and Thunder Acupoint Technique was ruthless and unpredictable. Every swing of his pipe brought a strong wind, and wherever it went, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a "hissing" sound.

Liu Yehua's Hundred Leaf Blade Technique was exquisite, his blade moves unpredictable, sometimes attacking fiercely like a storm, sometimes as cunning and unpredictable as a snake's tongue, leaving the opponent completely baffled. The two moved swiftly, exchanging blows like two intertwined dragons, each move carrying a deadly threat.

The surrounding ground was riddled with holes and mud flew everywhere as the two men pounded their powerful internal forces and the force of their weapons.

The nearby plants and trees were broken and fell over under the impact of this powerful force, their branches and leaves shattered and scattered.

Seeing that he could not break through after a long time, Wu Qu became more and more anxious and launched an even more fierce attack.

He shouted and unleashed the killing move "Wind and Thunder Piercing the Top" from the Wind and Thunder Acupoint Strike Technique.

He raised his pipe high and, with an indomitable spirit, slammed it down on Liu Yehua's head. The pipe carried the power of wind and thunder, and the air was compressed, making a buzzing sound.

Upon seeing this, Liu Yehua's heart tightened, knowing full well the power of this move. He dared not take it head-on, and quickly used a move from the "Hundred Leaf Blade Technique" called "Leaf Dance Returning Wind," spinning rapidly and wielding the Hundred Leaf Blade in front of him to form a tight defensive barrier.

With a loud clang, like the tolling of a great bell, Wu Qu's pipe slammed heavily onto Liu Yehua's scalpel, sparks flying everywhere.

Wu Qu felt a numbness in his arm, and his pipe almost slipped from his hand.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Liu Yehua unleashed the ultimate move of the Hundred Leaf Blade Technique, "Hundred Leaves Falling." He roared, his voice like thunder, and the Hundred Leaf Blade in his hand instantly transformed into countless blade shadows, like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, fluttering and sweeping towards Wu Qu.

This move was a mix of feints and real attacks, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. Wu Qu was terrified and hurriedly waved his pipe to defend himself. However, Liu Yehua's blade shadows were too numerous, and Wu Qu couldn't dodge in time, as one blade slashed across his throat.

"Ah!" Wu Qu screamed, clutching his throat with both hands, blood gushing from between his fingers.

His eyes were filled with fear and resentment. His body swayed a few times and then slowly collapsed.

Wu Zhong, nicknamed "Iron Palm," is a burly and robust man, resembling a towering mountain that exudes a powerful sense of oppression.

His face was resolute, and beneath his thick eyebrows, his eyes were as sharp as cold stars, revealing a composure and wisdom that had been tempered by the trials and tribulations of the martial world.

Years of wandering the world have etched the marks of time on his face, and a faint scar extending from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth adds to his weathered and mysterious appearance.

Wu Zhong joined Shaolin Temple at a young age, becoming a disciple of a renowned master and diligently cultivating the "Six Harmonies True Scripture" internal energy. His profound foundation in the martial arts world earned him considerable renown. He was an upright man who hated evil and could not tolerate injustice in the world.

The reason for this battle with Wu Yuan, the ruthless bandit leader of Laolangzhai, was that he could not tolerate Laolangzhai's usual arson, murder, looting, and all sorts of evil deeds.

During the fierce battle with Wu Yuan, Wu Zhong's aura remained as steady as a mountain, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Wu Yuan, known as "Wind and Thunder Spear," was agile and nimble. His black clothes, which tightly wrapped his body, made him look even more upright.

His face was cold and stern, and his eyes revealed an innate ruthlessness and arrogance.

As a notorious figure in Old Wolf Stronghold, Wu Yuan grew up in its environment and was deeply influenced by its evil forces, which fostered his arrogant, domineering, and reckless personality. He turned a blind eye to the evil deeds of Old Wolf Stronghold, instead viewing it as a manifestation of the rule of the strong, and was filled with hostility towards anyone who dared to challenge the authority of Old Wolf Stronghold.

The tiger-headed spear in Wu Yuan's hand was his most powerful weapon, used to dominate the martial world. Over the years, countless innocent people had lost their lives by this spear. At this moment, in the fierce battle with Wu Zhong, his eyes were full of disdain and killing intent, as if Wu Zhong before him was nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter.

The two figures intertwined, moving back and forth like two intertwined dragons, stirring up the world and changing the weather.

Wu Zhong's expression was solemn, his eyes fixed on Wu Yuan's every move. He thought to himself, "Wu Yuan's 'Wind and Thunder Spear Technique' is indeed fierce, ruthless, and leaves no room for error. But I have cultivated the 'Six Harmonies True Scripture' for many years, and my foundation is solid. Today, I will definitely bring this villain to justice."

He circulated his internal energy, and the internal power of the "Six Harmonies True Scripture" surged like a raging sea, continuously injecting powerful energy into his meridians.

Wu Zhong unleashed the "Subduing Demon Palm" with both palms, his palms slightly red and radiating a fiery aura. Each swing of his palms brought with it a whooshing sound.

Seeing Wu Zhong's aggressive demeanor, Wu Yuan felt a little apprehensive, but Wu Zhong was known for his bravery and fierceness in the Old Wolf Village.

He snorted coldly, his voice like the howl of a wolf in the cold night, echoing throughout the land: "Wu Zhong, you villain, how dare you disobey the orders of my Old Wolf Stronghold and refuse to pay the toll! Today I will take your life and let you know that daring to provoke the Old Wolf Stronghold only leads to death!"

Having said that, he suddenly shook the tiger-headed spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear flashed with a cold light, just like a cold glint in the cold night.

He unleashed the ultimate move of the "Wind and Thunder Spear Technique," "Thunderstorm Wind Rush," with countless spear shadows weaving through the air like silver snakes, accompanied by rolling thunder, swiftly thrusting towards Wu Zhong. The spear wind howled, and wherever it passed, dust swirled and vegetation was scattered.

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhong not only did not become angry, but instead laughed loudly and boldly, his laughter shaking the surrounding air: "Wu Yuan, you foolish scoundrel! The Old Wolf Stronghold has committed countless evils, causing immense suffering and harm to the martial world. Everyone has the right to kill them. Today, I, Wu Zhong, am here to act on behalf of Heaven and rid the people of this scourge. How could I be intimidated by your words! You have committed too many evils; today is your retribution!"

He flashed like a black phantom, skillfully dodging Wu Yuan's fierce spear attacks.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Zhong unleashed a move from the "Subduing Demon Palm" called "Buddha's Light Shines Everywhere," his palms moving rapidly, the shadows of his palms flying, just like golden Buddha's light descending from the sky, enveloping Wu Yuan.

This move contained immense internal force; the palm wind howled, and wherever it went, the air seemed to be compressed by an invisible giant hand, emitting a "sizzling" sound. Wu Yuan felt a flash of golden light before his eyes, his breath caught in his throat, and he hurriedly swung his tiger-headed spear to defend himself.

"Clang clang clang," the spear tip and the palm shadow collided repeatedly, sparks flying everywhere. Wu Yuan felt his arm go numb and his tiger's mouth slightly cracked. He secretly groaned, "Wu Zhong's 'Subduing Demon Palm' is indeed powerful, with profound internal strength. My 'Wind and Thunder Spear Technique' is actually a bit hard to withstand."

He gritted his teeth and once again unleashed a move from the "Wind and Thunder Spear Technique" called "Wind Sweeps Away Clouds." The spear spun rapidly, creating a gust of wind that swept up dust and fallen leaves, engulfing Wu Zhong.

This gale, carrying sand and gravel, resembled a small tornado, instantly creating deep trenches in the ground wherever it went.

Wu Zhong felt a chill run down his spine, fully aware of the power of this move. He took a deep breath, circulated the internal energy of the "Six Harmonies True Scripture" to its peak, and unleashed the ultimate technique of the "Subduing Demon Divine Palm," "Subduing Demons and Destroying the World."

He roared, his voice like thunder, and thrust out both palms with tremendous force, like a surging tide, carrying an overwhelming momentum that seemed capable of overturning the heavens and earth. This palm strike concentrated all of Wu Zhong's power; wherever the palm wind touched, deep cracks instantly appeared in the ground, and the surrounding vegetation was uprooted. The dust that had been stirred up by Wu Yuan's spear wind vanished instantly under the impact of Wu Zhong's palm force.

Wu Yuan was unable to dodge in time and was struck in the chest by the palm strike.

With a loud "crack," Wu Yuan's sternum shattered instantly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which bloomed like a flower of blood. Wu Yuan's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, and the tiger-headed spear in his hand fell to the side.

Wu Yuan's eyes widened in disbelief; he never imagined he would be defeated by Wu Zhong.

At that moment, a pang of regret welled up in his heart, but it was all too late.

Wu Zhong slowly walked forward, coldly looking at Wu Yuan lying on the ground, his eyes devoid of pity: "Wu Yuan, those who do many evil deeds will surely perish. This is the consequence of your evil deeds! If you had turned back earlier, you wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state."

After saying this, Wu Zhong turned and left, leaving Wu Yuan's body lying quietly on this blood-soaked land.

Kong Sanjiao, a young hero from Jiangnan and a top disciple of the "Seven Sword Cultivation Sect," is only twenty years old and in the prime of his life.

He was dressed in white, his figure tall and straight, as elegant as a bamboo shoot. His face was fair as jade, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, his gaze revealing an innate heroic spirit and determination.

At this moment, he stood in this world, exuding a unique aura, like a dazzling star shining brightly amidst the chaotic battle.

Wu Li wore an orange-yellow wolf-skin cloak, which fluttered in the wind, making him appear even more imposing and menacing.

The sun and moon wheels in his hands gleamed with a chilling light, exuding a strong aura of killing intent.

Wu Li was known for his ruthlessness in the Old Wolf Village. He used the "Wind and Thunder Wheel Technique" to run rampant and commit all sorts of evil deeds.

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was contorted with rage, and he stared intently at Kong Sanjiao, his heart filled with murderous intent, wanting to cleave the boy in two with a single sword strike.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Kong Sanjiao roared, "Wu Li, you have committed countless evils, today is your death day! Watch how I act on behalf of Heaven to bring justice!"

Having said that, he once again unleashed the ultimate move of the "Seven Cultivation Sword Techniques," "Seven Stars in a Row."

With a flick of his wrist, his longsword traced a graceful arc in the air. Instantly, seven sword shadows flew towards Wu Li like shooting stars. The sword shadows flashed, carrying powerful sword energy, cutting the air into fragments and leaving shallow sword marks on the ground wherever they went.

Upon seeing this, Wu Li was greatly alarmed, but being a seasoned veteran, he quickly regained his composure.

He snorted coldly, his voice like a wolf howling in the cold night: "Hmph, you greenhorn, how dare you show off in front of me! Let's see how I deal with you today!" With that, he used the "Wind and Thunder Wheel Technique," the sun and moon wheels in his hands spinning rapidly, bringing with them a whooshing sound, just like a gale accompanied by a downpour.

As the two wheels rotated, they formed an impenetrable defensive barrier, blocking all of Kong Sanjiao's sword shadows.

"Clang, clang, clang," the sword shadows collided with the twin wheels, sparks flew, and the crisp sound echoed throughout the world.

Kong Sanjiao knew the power of Wu Li's "Wind and Thunder Wheel Technique" and knew that he had to use a surprise attack to win.

He secretly calculated in his mind, a resolute glint in his eyes. Suddenly, he flashed like a white lightning bolt, rushing towards Wu Li.

During his charge, he unleashed a move from the "Seven Cultivation Sword Techniques" called "Quenching Thirst by Looking at Plums." The longsword danced rapidly in his hand, creating a dazzling array of sword shadows that seemed as if countless swords were simultaneously piercing Wu Li.

Seeing Kong Sanjiao's fierce attack, Wu Li couldn't help but feel a little panicked. He desperately swung his two wheels, trying to block Kong Sanjiao's attack.

However, Kong Sanjiao's sword moves were unpredictable, and Wu Li gradually found himself unable to keep up.

Just then, Kong Sanjiao seized an opening in Wu Li's defenses and unleashed the ultimate move of the "Seven Cultivation Sword Techniques," "Free and Unfettered Soul Stealing." He roared, his voice like thunder, and thrust his longsword forward, a sharp sword aura shooting out from the tip like a bolt of lightning, aiming straight for Wu Li's throat.

Wu Li couldn't dodge in time and inwardly cried out in alarm. He instinctively used his Sun and Moon Wheels to block, but the sword energy was too sharp; with a "crack," it severed one of the wheels in his hand. The remaining force of the sword energy did not diminish and pierced directly into Wu Li's throat.

Wu Li's eyes widened in disbelief, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which resembled a blooming blood flower.

His body swayed a few times before slowly collapsing.

Kong Sanjiao sheathed his sword and stood there, his expression cold and stern. Looking at Wu Li's corpse, he felt no emotion and said disdainfully, "Evil has its retribution. This is the end for your many evil deeds."

Wu Biao looked around and saw that his beloved sons Wu Yuan and Wu Li were already dead, and his younger brother Wu Qu and others were lying dead on the spot. The once majestic cavalry was now in ruins, with heavy casualties.

This tragic scene was like a series of sharp steel knives, piercing straight into his heart.

In an instant, grief overwhelmed him like a burst dam, uncontrollably engulfing him. Tears streamed down his weathered face. He looked up at the sky and let out a blood-curdling roar, like the cry of a cuckoo, shrill and desperate, echoing for a long time in the heavens and earth: "Withdraw!" This cry, filled with endless sorrow and unwillingness, seemed to pierce the sky.

After saying that, he suddenly pulled back his double hooks, his movements filled with determination and panic, and leaped onto his horse.

The horse seemed to sense its master's sorrow, letting out a long neigh and raising its front hooves high.

Wu Biao spurred his horse and led his remaining troops in a wild gallop away. The horses' hooves flew, raising clouds of dust, as if casting a somber shadow over the bloody battle.

Just then, Shi Feiyang, Xie Wen, and Shi Xiong appeared as if they were divine soldiers descending from the sky.

They moved with agility, like three autumn leaves drifting gently in the wind, landing steadily on the ground and blocking Wu Biao's path.

Shi Feiyang was dressed in white, his robes fluttering wildly in the wind, like a demon god descending from the night.

He quickly activated the Mingyu Gong, and his true energy surged and turbulent, instantly forming a powerful vortex of true energy.

The vortex spun rapidly, making a whooshing sound, like a powerful whirlwind rising from the ground, drawing in the surrounding air and making a hissing tearing sound.

Shi Feiyang swung his palms rapidly, a strange, ethereal light faintly emanating from his palms, like mysterious stars twinkling in the night sky.

At this moment, he unleashed the ultimate move "Heaven and Earth Live Together" from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," and his aura instantly changed, merging with the heavens and earth, carrying a boundless power capable of destroying the world, as he swiftly pounced towards Wu Biao.

(End of this chapter)