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

As the gears creaked and groaned, twelve fireballs streaked through the air, their crimson tails distorting and warping the air in their wake.

Commander Wang Jie of the Imperial Guard raised his sword to parry, but the scorching heat wave instantly sent him flying. The blood beads seeping from the gaps in his armor turned into wisps of smoke in mid-air, leaving only charred remains when he landed.

Lu Yuan's palms glowed with a faint icy blue light. The chilling aura from his "Frosty Palm" collided with the rain of arrows, exploding into countless ice crystals.

Cai Kun wielded his nine-section copper staff, employing the "Dragon Coil Staff Technique," the staff's shadow swirling like a reversed Milky Way, knocking down the poisoned arrows one after another.

Xiang Laixiang let out a muffled groan as a bone-piercing nail pierced her shoulder blade, and poisoned black blood trickled down the seams of her chainmail.

Poisonous smoke billowed from the centipede-shaped vehicle's iron legs, sizzling as it touched the rock wall.

The Imperial Guards who inhaled the poisonous fumes had their eyes wide open, black blood gushing from their seven orifices, and were convulsing as they scratched their throats; some were hallucinating and slashing at their companions with their swords, the blood splattering on the rock wall and congealing into eerie totems.

Yang Rusong laughed maniacally, "So what if it's Wudang's Nine Yang Skill? So what if it's Emei's Golden Summit Qi? Under my Thunder and Fire, they're nothing but moths drawn to a flame!"

Lu Yuan wiped the blood from his face, pointed his long sword at the centipede cart, and roared, "Form the 'Dragon Formation'!" The swords of the thirty-six Imperial Guards clashed, like silver dragons soaring into the sky.

However, the centipede cart suddenly accelerated, its iron legs sweeping across like the Grim Reaper's scythe. Three Imperial Guards were caught off guard and instantly cut in half at the waist, their internal organs spilling onto the ground. Cai Kun roared and unleashed a move called "King Yama's Reaper," his copper staff aimed straight for Yang Rusong's throat. But then, a series of mechanisms clicked, and a volley of crossbow bolts pierced the air.

Xiang Laixiang gritted her teeth, grabbed two corpses, and used them to shield Cai Kun. Steel needles pierced flesh with a series of thuds, and several more people fell down, their faces covered in steel needles, looking like terrifying hedgehogs.

The iron net suddenly fell from the top of the centipede-shaped cart, trapping everyone in the center. Thunderbolts rained down like a storm, blasting a crater several feet deep into the ground. The severed limbs of the Imperial Guards were thrown into the air by the blast waves; some clung to the thorny cliffs, others disappeared into the poisonous smoke. Lu Yuan screamed desperately, "Shi Feiyang! Save me! Great Hero Shi, save me!"

A clear, silvery sound pierced the air as Guo Xiangyu, enveloped in rosy light, appeared like a fairy descending to earth, carried by Shi Feiyang's unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles." Her bamboo knife unleashed a move called "Twin Lotus Blossoms," the seemingly gentle blade light containing immense power, shattering the poisoned arrows into dust.

At the same time, Xie Wen used his "Flying Willow and Light Smoke Skill" to rush over with Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi. Miao Menlong's bowstring trembled, and the Star Chasing Arrow triggered heavenly thunder; Shan Zhi's hands flew, and the plum blossom darts were filled with a poisoned cold light.

As Shi Feiyang drew his Heavenly Frost Blade, the temperature within a ten-zhang radius plummeted. The profound ice energy of his Mingyu Gong, "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison," surged down like a reversed Milky Way. The incoming thunder and fire projectiles suddenly froze in mid-air, their crimson flames enveloped by layers of ice crystals. Upon landing, they exploded with a deafening roar, scattering thousands of sharp, blade-like ice shards that plowed spiderweb-like cracks into the ground.

Guo Xiangyu lightly raised her hand, and the bamboo knife transformed into thousands of afterimages. The "Hundred Victories Qimen Three Talents Knife" knife technique was as dense as the plum rain in Jiangnan. The seemingly gentle knife light concealed a killing move, aiming straight for Yang Rusong's throat.

Yang Rusong's expression changed drastically, and he shrieked as he drove the steel centipede car backward.

Thirty-six bronze mechanisms on the chariot shaft hummed simultaneously, unleashing the most powerful killing move of "Thunderfire Thousand Transformations." Countless thunderfire projectiles, trailing blazing tails of fire, hurtled through the air, instantly turning the entire valley a fiery red, like a purgatory.

Shi Feiyang thrust out with both palms, unleashing the Mingyu Gong to its fullest extent. The icy blue true energy collided violently with the raging flames, creating a deafening explosion that sent debris flying and blasted a huge dent into the cliff face.

Xie Wen's steel claws gleamed coldly as he unleashed the "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Technique," his movements as swift as an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, tearing apart the rebel formations in his wake like a hot knife through butter. Miao Men's Dragon Bow was drawn taut like a full moon, the Star Chasing Arrow drawing upon heavenly thunder, a bolt of purple lightning cleaving the night sky, precisely piercing the iron legs of the centipede cart. Sparks flew, the crisp sound of steel breaking mingled with Yang Rusong's curses. Shan Zhi's hands flew like butterflies, his plum blossom darts targeting the mechanism's key points, the dark blue, poisoned tips piercing the gear gaps, the centipede cart emitting a piercing metallic twisting sound.

As the fierce battle raged, a series of powerful Buddhist chants drifted through the twilight, as if a vast army of thousands of horses were galloping in on the clouds.

Master Yuanchi strode forward, holding a black iron staff. The staff, weighing 108 jin, felt as light as a feather in his hands.

The 108-year-old monk's kind brow furrowed, and he uttered a low utterance: "Amitabha! Well said! Well said!"

The monk's staff struck the ground heavily, sending a flying fireball flying backward and exploding in mid-air.

The eighteen Shaolin monks formed the "Vajra Subduing Demon Formation," chanting Buddhist scriptures in unison. Their staffs swung with fierce force, deflecting arrows and lightning bolts with both thrusting and sweeping motions, scattering wood chips and sparks everywhere.

Upon seeing his master, Master Yuanchi, Shi Feiyang was overjoyed. He drew his Heavenly Frost Blade, unleashing a cold light that forced back the enemy troops, and shouted, "Master! What brings you here?"

Master Yuanchi stroked his beard and laughed loudly, his voice like a booming bell: "You little rascal, you've caused such a commotion that even I, this old monk, can't sit still on Mount Song!"

He caught a glimpse of Guo Xiangyu's graceful figure amidst the flashing swords, and the "Night Rain on the Xiao River" move she executed with her bamboo sword already hinted at the style of a master. He couldn't help but praise, "What a heroine! My disciple has such discerning eyes, which I, the old monk, greatly admire!"

Guo Xiangyu took a moment to bow, the jasmine in her hair trembling slightly with the movement: "I have long admired your esteemed reputation, Master! I hope you will generously bestow your guidance and instruct me in the cultivation of the Tathagata Palm and the Divine Dragon Claw!"

Master Yuanchi laughed heartily, using his staff to propel himself up and deflect several lightning-fire projectiles: "Female benefactor, you are exceptionally talented, and your future achievements are limitless! After this battle is quelled, this old monk will discuss these two unique skills with you in detail at my good disciple's camp!"

The steel centipede car emitted a dying shriek, and Yang Rusong's withered fingers dug deeply into the mechanism's dial, the veins bulging like a coiled venomous snake.

The hundred hidden doors on the vehicle suddenly burst open, and bronze mechanisms spewed out a ghostly blue poisonous light. The twelve "Thunderfire Thousand Transformations" were activated simultaneously, and the entire valley was instantly enveloped in intense firelight and the smell of sulfur.

The Seven Masters of Wudang stood with their feet aligned with the Big Dipper, their Taoist robes fluttering in the strong wind.

Yu Xuzi's silver beard fluttered, and his long sword pointed straight at the sky, its blade reflecting the fiery light and swirling with mysterious runes.

Yu Yangzi and Yu Jingzi guarded the two flanks, their swords flashing like lightning; Yu Hengzi, Yu Shuzi, Yu Fangzi, and Yu Chenzi formed a sword formation, their seven longswords roaring like dragons when drawn, their cold light cascading like a silver river.

"True Martial Seven Cuts, Slay Evil!" Yu Xuzi's voice boomed like a bell, and the seven-person sword formation suddenly changed. The "Seven Stars Chasing the Moon" and "Heavenly Gang Breaking Demon" techniques of the "Wudang Soul-Chasing Sword Technique" were used in succession. Amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, the incoming thunder and fire bullets were actually shredded.

With a light flick of her wrist, the Emei heroine Su Qinghan drew her Green Destiny Sword, creating a golden lotus platform with dazzling "golden Buddha light."

Wherever the lotus platform passed, the poisonous smoke dissipated, and the arrows shattered. Her figure was like a fairy descending to earth, yet her swordplay was as sharp as lightning, echoing the Wudang sword formation and carving out a defensive line amidst the rain of fire.

Shi Feiyang and Master Yuanchi exchanged a glance, their minds in perfect harmony. Shi Feiyang's body surged with icy blue true energy, his Mingyu Gong reaching its peak, causing ice crystals to form wherever he passed; Master Yuanchi, protected by golden light, wielded his Xuan Tie Zen Staff with fierce wind, accompanied by bursts of Buddhist chants.

The old monk proclaimed loudly, "Amitabha! Excellent! Excellent! Today this evil magic will be vanquished!"

Miao Menlong's bowstring was drawn taut like a full moon, and the Star-Chasing Arrow drew forth heavenly thunder. A bolt of purple lightning cleaved the night sky, precisely piercing the iron leg of the centipede chariot. Shan Zhi's hands moved like butterflies, his plum blossom darts aimed at the key mechanisms, the dark blue, poisoned tips piercing the gaps in the gears.

Xie Wen's steel claws gleamed coldly as he unleashed the "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Technique," his movements as swift as an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, tearing apart the rebel formations like a hot knife through butter.

Guo Xiangyu, holding a bamboo knife, moved gracefully amidst the flashing blades.

With a sharp cry, she unleashed a masterful sword technique called "Night Rain in Xiaoxiang," where countless sword shadows danced like the misty rain of Jiangnan, yet concealed deadly intent. The bamboo sword collided with the thunderbolt, exploding into countless sparks, and actually cleaved it in two.

With everyone's combined efforts, the power of "Thunder and Fire Thousand Transformations" gradually weakened.

Seizing the opportunity, Shi Feiyang gathered his power in the Heavenly Frost Blade and unleashed the killing move "Heaven and Earth Coexisting." A cold light flashed, like a reversed Milky Way, and the steel centipede car exploded with a deafening roar, scattering fragments everywhere.

Yang Rusong screamed as he fell from the carriage. Before he could even get up, Guo Xiangyu's bamboo knife was already pressed against his throat, the ice crystals on the tip reflecting his terrified face. This thrilling and fierce battle finally came to a close with the combined efforts of the heroes of Xiong Ying, the Shaolin monks, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, and the Emei heroine. The valley was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, and the setting sun cast long shadows of everyone, like a magnificent heroic painting.

On a snowy night in Bozhou, the campsite of the Xiong Ying Hui, nestled among towering mountains, was bustling with activity as heroes raised their glasses in celebration.

The campfire illuminated the temporary camp. Guo Xiangyu left Shi Feiyang, who was leaning against the tiger-skin cushion, and moved gracefully to Master Yuanchi.

Jasmine blossoms swayed in the night breeze in her hair, and her starry eyes reflected the flickering firelight, filled with pleading: "Master, you praised my extraordinary talent today, you can't go back on your word!" As she spoke, she was about to curtsy, "Please, you must teach me the Tathagata Palm and the Divine Dragon Claw!"

Master Yuanchi stroked his beard and smiled, his kind eyebrows slightly raised: "Female benefactor, you are eager to learn the art. This old monk is reminded of the little novice who secretly learned the Arhat Fist in the Sutra Pavilion back then." He flicked his finger, and a powerful yet gentle internal force probed into Guo Xiangyu's wrist pulse. In an instant, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in surprise: "What extraordinary meridians! This Xu Fu elixir has actually reshaped your foundation. Your internal force flows like a stream into the sea, endless and continuous."

Shi Feiyang leaned against the tent pillar and saw his wife's face flushed with anxiety. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Xiangyu, you've mastered the Qimen Sancai Sword technique to perfection. Why be greedy for more?"

"You're so talkative!" Guo Xiangyu stomped her foot and scolded, the silver bells in her hair jingling. "Master's Shaolin skills are so profound that even studying them for ten or eight years wouldn't be enough!" Master Yuanchi laughed heartily, picked up his staff and drew the trajectory of a sword technique on the sand: "The female benefactor's Qimen Sancai Sword contains the Eight Trigrams of mutual generation and restraint. If you integrate the wonders of my Shaolin Goose-Shaped Sword, you can find a new path."

His withered, branch-like fingers slashed in the air, and twelve sword shadows soared into the sky like a flock of geese. He then said, "This sword strikes left and right in a series of three consecutive blows. It seems to be straight and direct, but in fact it contains the variation of 'gooses flying diagonally'."

Guo Xiangyu's beautiful eyes widened, and she drew her bamboo sword, ready to test her moves. The blade swept across the campfire, sparks flying as she combined the sharpness of the goose-shaped sword with the unpredictability of the Qimen Sancai sword, her moves sometimes fast, sometimes slow, the sword light like a dragon playing with a phoenix.

Master Yuanchi clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Wonderful! Wonderful! Just like a flock of geese flying through the clouds, seemingly disordered, yet secretly in accordance with the stars in the sky."

Looking at his beloved wife's focused expression, Shi Feiyang couldn't help but smile, his heart filled with pride.

Once she had mastered the basics of swordsmanship, Guo Xiangyu pestered the master to teach her finger techniques.

Master Yuanchi's expression turned solemn, and he lightly flicked a withered leaf beside him with his fingertips: "This 'flower-flicking finger' technique originates from the story of 'Buddha holding up a flower, and Kasyapa smiling.' It appears gentle, but in reality, it contains immense power." He flicked his finger, and the withered leaf shot towards the distant boulder like a sharp arrow, piercing it with a thunderous roar.

He further said, "This is the power of Yin and softness. When practicing it, Yin and Yang must be balanced. When you have mastered it, you can pick up objects with three fingers and shatter metal and stone."

Guo Xiangyu followed his instructions, focused her mind and circulated her energy, and a shimmering white light gradually appeared on her fingertips.

She gave a soft shout, picked up the stone in front of her, and crushed it into powder.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang clapped his hands and laughed, "Xiangyu has now gathered the strengths of many schools. In the future, the martial arts world will probably have another 'Jade-Faced Rakshasa' that will strike fear into people's hearts!"

Upon hearing this, Guo Xiangyu lifted her skirt and twirled gracefully, her eyes full of smugness: "Of course! From now on, I'll protect you, let's see who dares to mess with us!"

Master Yuanchi looked at the perfect couple, his kind brows relaxed, and he advised, "The way of martial arts lies in integration and mastery. You, benefactor, are exceptionally talented and have such a devoted heart for learning. Your future achievements are limitless."

As night deepened, the sounds of martial arts practice echoed throughout the camp. Guo Xiangyu's sword flashes and finger strikes intertwined, creating a magnificent scene reminiscent of a martial arts painting.

The north wind whipped up snowflakes and lashed against the cowhide tent, drawing in the chill of the snow-capped mountains outside the camp.

Master Yuanchi looked at Guo Xiangyu's bright, expectant eyes, then suddenly clasped his hands together and laughed, "This old monk is ultimately a man of the mountains and fields; this world still needs you young ones to protect it." Before he finished speaking, his figure had already turned into a phantom and darted out of the tent, leaving only the sound of the eighteen monks' staffs echoing in the snowy night.

Three days later, the first snow stopped.

Guo Xiangyu, wrapped in a mink coat, pushed open the tent flap. In the distance, Xie Wen and Miao Menlong were competing in archery. The sound of arrows piercing through the snow mixed with Shan Zhi's laughter and curses, which was particularly clear in the vast white world.

Looking at the lively scene, a tender feeling welled up in her heart, and she turned around and crawled back into the warm and cozy tent.

Shi Feiyang was wiping the Heavenly Frost Blade, the candlelight making his features appear even more resolute.

Guo Xiangyu silently circled behind him, wrapped her arms around his lean waist, and gently rubbed her cheek against his back: "Feiyang, the snow outside is falling so beautifully, doesn't it look like sugar frosting has been scattered all over the ground?"

The jasmine scent in her hair mingled with the incense in the bedchamber, enveloping her in a gentle embrace.

Shi Feiyang took her hand in his, the warmth of his palm seeping through the brocade: "No matter how beautiful you are, you can't compare to me."

As he turned around, he stirred up a gust of wind, which stirred up the unfinished military treatise on the table.

Guo Xiangyu glanced at the ink stains on the paper, then suddenly stood on tiptoe and touched his brow with her fingertip: "Are you worrying about the war again?"

Her almond-shaped eyes reddened slightly. "These days you've only been sleeping two hours a day. Do you think you're made of iron?"

"Xiangyu."

"Don't speak!" Guo Xiangyu suddenly grabbed Shi Feiyang's neck and pulled him to the edge of the soft couch.

When the mink coat slipped down, it revealed a moon-white undergarment, making her skin appear even whiter than snow. "You should lie down properly. Today it's my turn to serve you."

As she spoke, she removed his outer robe and gently pressed his tense shoulders with her slender white fingers.

Shi Feiyang stared at her focused eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing, but she stopped him with a reproachful look.

"Still moving around!" Guo Xiangyu leaned over, her hair brushing against his cheek. "That day at Panlong Cliff, you forced yourself to use your internal energy to save the people, and your internal strength hasn't fully recovered yet." Her voice gradually lowered. "Every time I think about this, it hurts terribly here."

Shi Feiyang pulled her into his arms and buried his nose in her hair. "Silly girl, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

His lips landed on her forehead, lingering there. "After this war is over, we'll go back to Jiangnan, buy a pleasure boat, and sleep until the sun is high in the sky every day."

Guo Xiangyu suddenly looked up, her eyes glistening with tears: "Really? You can't lie to me!" Her hands clutched his clothes like a spoiled kitten, "If you dare to lie to me, I'll... I'll use a bamboo knife to nag you every day, so you won't even be able to sleep peacefully!"

"Whatever you say." Shi Feiyang rolled over and pressed the person down onto the soft cushion. The curtains were blown up and down by the wind, blocking out the spring light that filled the room.

His kiss landed on Guo Xiangyu's collarbone, his murmur mingling with his hot breath: "From now on, your bamboo knife can only be used to peel apples for me."

As night deepened, the snow outside the camp began to fall heavily again.

Guo Xiangyu nestled in his arms, listening to the familiar heartbeat, her fingertips unconsciously drawing circles on his chest: "Feiyang, do you think we'll always be this romantic?"

"Yes, we will." Shi Feiyang hugged her tighter, his chin rubbing against the top of her head. "When the world is at peace, we'll have a few children and teach them martial arts and literacy." His voice grew softer, and the person in his arms was breathing evenly. The flickering candlelight reflected the sweet smile on Guo Xiangyu's lips, a smile that seemed to melt even in her dreams.

The moon hung high in the sky, its cold light like frost. The camp's alarm bells rang sharply, like tearing silk. Three hundred black-clad assassins, hanging upside down from the cliff face, their black iron claws hooked onto chains, descended like ghosts. Yin Wujiu, the leader, wore a black iron mask, his judge's pen emitting a ghostly blue light. His laughter was sinister: "This little lady's flower-picking finger technique is quite interesting. Why not offer it to Commander Yang in exchange for your whole corpse!" With that, he wielded his pen in a "soul-stealing" motion, aiming straight for Guo Xiangyu's throat.

Guo Xiangyu lightly swung her bamboo knife, the blade flashing like a flock of geese breaking through the fog. Her "Strange Goose-Shaped Knife" unleashed a leftward slash, "Geese Landing on the Sandy Shore," and a rightward strike, "Geese Crossing the Cold Pool," a three-hit combo that completely deflected the poisoned pen's attack. Her jade-like fingers blossomed like lotuses, her finger-pinching technique unleashing a burst of shimmering white energy, directly striking Yin Wujiu's wrist acupoint.

With a series of crisp "crack! crack!" sounds, the Judge's Pen shattered into pieces, and Yin Wujiu staggered backward, his pupils under the mask suddenly contracting.

At the same time, Yang Youhui wielded his nine-section chain hammer, and the hammer shadow, wreathed in purple lightning, crashed down on Shi Feiyang like a shooting star.

The Shaolin monk Tongzhen swept his Xuan Tie Zen Staff across, unleashing the "Vajra Subduing Demon Staff Technique" with tremendous force. Golden light collided with purple lightning, erupting into a deafening roar.

Shi Feiyang drew his Heavenly Frost Blade, and the chilling aura of Mingyu Gong's "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison" surged like a tide. Wherever it passed, the black-clad assassins' weapons instantly frosted over, and their knuckles turned purple from the cold.

Suddenly, the war drums thundered, and five fierce generals under Yin Wujiu's command leaped into the arena.

Dorje Chilie of the Tibetan "Blood Blade Sect" brandished his blood-patterned scimitar and unleashed the "Blood River Reversal" technique. Wherever the blade's energy passed, scarlet blood seeped into the ground.

Lan Qin'er of the Miao Jiang "Five Poisons Sect" lightly raised her jade hand, and the "Thousand Spider Poison Hand" spread poisonous mist, with spider silk at her fingertips shimmering with an eerie light; Tuoba Lengshuang of the Western Xia "Black Water Profound Ice Sect" pushed out the "Profound Ice Technique" with both palms, and ice shards pierced the air like arrows, turning everything they touched into dust; Meng Jialuo of the Nanzhao "Gu King Sect" threw out twelve Gu ropes, and with the hiss of "Ten Thousand Gu Devouring the Sky", Gu worms turned into black mist and pounced on everyone; Duan Cangyun of the Dali "Duan Clan Branch" took an unorthodox approach, and the "Jade-Splitting and Star-Shattering Sword Technique" focused on attacking the lower body, and wherever the sword pointed, the bluestone crumbled inch by inch.

"A mere trick! You dare to run wild in the Central Plains?" Liao Pei roared, channeling the power of his Tongbei Fist into his arms. His body soared into the air like a white ape, and the "Long Arm Breaking the Clouds" fist wind tore through the poisonous mist, heading straight for Dorje Chilie's face.

Dorje Chilie laughed strangely, his blood-patterned scimitar slicing out a "blood moon in the sky." The stench of blood collided with the force of his fist, exploding into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

Liao Pei advanced instead of retreating, his fists transforming into a flurry of white light that shattered the blood mist. His knuckles grazed Duo Ji's scaly cheek, leaving five deep, bone-revealing gashes. Lie Quan's Qiankun Blade was drawn, the Bagua diagram engraved on its blade shimmering with golden light.

The "Reversal of Heaven and Earth" sword technique, like the rotation of Yin and Yang, clashed with Dorje Chilie's blood-patterned curved sword.

Amidst the flying sparks, Lie Quan suddenly changed his move, slicing his blade along the back of the blade towards his opponent's wrist. Duoji Chilie hurriedly returned to defend, only to see the blade light suddenly transform into "Qian Gua - Azure Dragon Asks the Heavens," the back of the blade slamming heavily onto his shoulder, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible.

Wu Zhong's iron palm glowed with a bronze light as he unleashed the "Iron Palm Mountain Splitting" technique from the "Subduing Demons Divine Palm." The palm wind surged like a tidal wave, actually cleaving a chasm through Lan Qin'er's poisonous mist. Lan Qin'er cried out, her jade hands flashing as the "Thousand Spider Soul Binding" spider silk enveloped her like a fishing net.

Wu Zhong crossed his palms, forming a protective shield around his body with the "Subduing Demons and Protecting the Heart" palm technique, which snapped the spider silk upon contact. He seized the opportunity to lunge forward, his iron palm aimed straight for Lan Qin'er's face, but the Poisonous Woman touched the ground with her toes, and her soft whip coiled like a serpent at her waist, the poisoned barbs at the tip gleaming with an eerie light.

Xiao Lingling wielded her Mandarin Duck Swords with impenetrable speed, her "birds flying wing to wing" swordplay intertwining with Lan Qin'er's soft whip.

In a flash of light, she suddenly discarded her sword, her left hand using the scabbard to strike her opponent's wrist, while her right hand slashed with a short sword in a "flying mandarin duck" pattern, forcing Lan Qin'er to retreat repeatedly. The Miao Clan Dragon Bow was drawn taut like a full moon, the Star Chasing Arrow drawing forth heavenly thunder, purple lightning slicing along the arrow's shaft towards Meng Jialuo's Gu rope.

The black mist of "Ten Thousand Gu Devouring the Sky" was struck by lightning and fire, and screams of agony filled the air as the Gu worms turned to ashes. Meng Jialuo roared and threw out the Hundred Gu Pouch from his waist, and countless poisonous insects rushed in like a black cloud.

Dan Zhi's hands moved like butterflies, sending plum blossom darts, each carrying a chilling blue light, piercing the air. The hidden weapon "Meteor Chasing the Moon" was designed to target Tuoba Lengshuang's vital points, but the opponent unleashed the "Mysterious Ice Technique" with both palms, forming ice shards that blocked all the hidden weapons.

Tuoba Lengshuang sneered, and the ice shards suddenly transformed into an ice dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced on Shan Zhi. Shan Zhi swiftly turned and unleashed the "Three Variations on Plum Blossom" hidden weapon technique, shooting three plum blossom darts at the ice dragon's eyes and seven-inch mark respectively. The ice dragon exploded with a deafening roar, sending shards of ice flying like hail.

Duan Cangyun's "Jade-Splitting and Star-Shattering Sword Technique" is tricky and unpredictable, and it specializes in attacking the lower body.

Lu Wending and Blood Rakshasa combined their swords, and the swordplay of "Heavenly Snow Dance" was like a snowstorm, blocking the opponent's retreat.

Duan Cangyun, employing an unorthodox attack, suddenly thrust at Xue Luosha's ankle, only to be met by Lu Wending's longsword blocking it. Xue Luosha's short sword, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, aimed straight for his throat. The three swords clashed, pulverizing the bluestone on the ground.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the powerful "Heaven and Earth Live Together" sword technique with his Heavenly Frost Blade. The icy blue true energy transformed into a giant dragon, shattering the ice and stopping the flow of blood rivers wherever it passed.

Upon seeing this, Yin Wujiu took out a jet-black token from under his mask and muttered incantations.

In an instant, the black-clad assassins' eyes flashed with bloodlust, and they charged forward fearlessly. Some grabbed Liao Pei's legs, while others used their bodies to block Lie Quan's blade. Amidst the flying blood and flesh, the scene became increasingly gruesome.

Guo Xiangyu's bamboo knife and the "flower-plucking finger" technique created a synergy between reality and illusion, unleashing a series of deadly moves in an instant with the "Wild Goose Shadow Flower Plucking" technique.

Her movements were like a butterfly, weaving through the flashing swords and clashing blades. Her bamboo sword sliced ​​through the enemy's weapons, and her delicate fingers took lives.

A assassin swung his knife at her, but she dodged to the side and lightly touched his acupoint with her jade-like finger.

The man died with blood flowing from all seven orifices. Before his body could fall, it was trampled into a bloody pulp by the subsequent assassins.

Seeing the situation, Master Tongzhen struck the ground heavily with his staff, and the golden light of the Vajra Pestle shone brightly.

As the Sanskrit texts flowed, Yin Wujiu's evil magic was suppressed.

The eighteen Shaolin monks formed the "Vajra Subduing Demon Formation," wielding their staffs like a forest, repelling all the attacking assassins.

Yu Xuzi led the Seven Masters of Wudang, unleashing the "True Martial Seven Intercept Formation" with its sword energy that dissipated ice shards and poisonous mist wherever it passed.

Su Qinghan's Qingming Sword drew out "Golden Buddha Light," and wherever the golden lotus platform went, the Gu worms turned to ashes, and Tuoba Lengshuang's ice shards also shattered inch by inch.

Seeing the situation reverse, Yin Wujiu suddenly let out a sharp whistle. The remaining assassins retreated like a tide, and Meng Jialuo threw out the last Gu rope. Amidst the spreading poisonous mist, the five fierce generals and Yin Wujiu took the opportunity to escape into the night.

Miao Menlong wanted to give chase, but Shi Feiyang stopped him: "Don't pursue a desperate enemy. Let's take care of the wounded first."

The moonlight of the dying night, shrouded in the smoke of gunpowder, transformed the battlefield into a blood-red ink painting.

The snow, already soaked with blood, had congealed into dark red ice crystals that gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight.

Broken blades, tattered armor, and scattered limbs, like chess pieces carelessly tossed about by fate, tell the harrowing story of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

Guo Xiangyu's bamboo knife was still dripping blood, the crimson bloodstains winding down the blade, blooming into tragically beautiful flowers on the snow.

Her fingers trembled slightly, as if she still felt the lingering fear from the battle, as she slowly sheathed the bamboo sword.

His eyes searched anxiously and frantically through the crowd, finally landing on that familiar figure.

Shi Feiyang's dark-colored outfit was already soaked in blood, with layers of dark red bloodstains, like the marks of time or the lines of life.

Each streak of blood silently testifies to his bravery and determination in the fierce battle just now, but in Guo Xiangyu's eyes, it is like a thousand steel needles piercing her heart.

"Feiyang!" she whispered, her voice filled with barely suppressed panic and heartache. Her skirt swept across the mess on the floor as she rushed to him. Her beautiful eyes, brimming with tears, carefully examined every wound on his body. "How badly are you hurt?" she asked, her trembling hand gently touching his blood-stained clothes. Her fingertips touched the sticky blood, and tears welled up in her eyes, no longer able to be held back.

Shi Feiyang raised his blood-stained hand and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks. His fingertips brushed against her reddened eyes, still rough and hot from the battle.

A smile played on his lips, and his eyes shone with a light more intense than the flames of war: "Xiangyu, look at these 'red plum blossoms' all over the ground. Which one isn't formed from the blood and tears of the enemy? As long as you're by my side, even if I face a thousand armies, I can still carve out a path filled with blooming flowers."

Guo Xiangyu gave him a reproachful look, but her tears flowed even more freely, like a flood bursting its banks: "What kind of time is this to be saying such things! Do you know that just now, watching you being besieged by the enemy, my heart felt like it was being fried in a pot of boiling oil? If anything were to happen to you, what would be the point of my life?"

She reached out and hugged him tightly, as if if she let go, he would disappear into this cruel and chaotic world. "I don't want any glamorous path, I just want you to be safe, and I just want you to be by my side."

Shi Feiyang held her tightly in his arms. The smell of blood mixed with the faint jasmine scent in her hair created a sense of warmth on this cold battlefield.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the top of her head, his voice deep and firm: "Xiangyu, no matter how difficult this chaotic world is, no matter how fierce the war is, I will never let you down. Once everything is settled, we will go to Jiangnan, find a quiet courtyard, watch the flowers bloom in all four seasons, listen to the rain pattering on the banana leaves, and spend the rest of our lives together."

Guo Xiangyu raised her head, her eyes blurry with tears, gazing at him with deep affection and dependence: "Feiyang, from the moment you took my hand, my heart could no longer hold anyone else. We will weather the storms of this chaotic world together; we will taste the joys and sorrows of this life together. In life, we will share the same bed; in death, we will share the same grave."

The two hugged each other tightly.

The moonlight bathed them, casting a sacred glow upon the lovers amidst the chaos of war, witnessing their love, stronger than gold and deeper than the sea.

Three days later, the crescent moon, like a hook, dyed the valley an eerie bluish-gray.

Suddenly, a cold wind rose from the depths of the earth, carrying with it a surging, pungent, and putrid stench.

The mist was a deep, emerald green, and wherever it passed, the vegetation turned to ashes, eventually condensing into the shape of a skull in mid-air.

With a sickening metallic scraping sound, Yang Rubai drove his bronze scorpion-shaped chariot out of the ground. The chariot's 360 holes spewed out poisonous smoke, and the scorpion tail mechanism flashed with eerie blue runes. It was the "Hundred Poisons and Thousand Machines Array" that had been lost for a hundred years.

"Do you think you Central Plains bastards are worthy to be enemies of the Yang family? Today I'll show you the power of Miao witchcraft!" Yang Rubai lifted his black robe, revealing his neck covered in Gu worm bite marks, his laughter like a viper's hiss. "My brother is lonely on his way to the Yellow Springs, and he needs you to take him down with him!"

Before the words were even finished, the scorpion tail mechanism roared to life, and the poisonous mist transformed into a green wave. Wherever it went, the rocks hissed and billowed with white smoke.

The poisonous fog billowed like thick ink, and the tattoo on Dorje Chilie's neck twisted and writhed with each breath. He suddenly ripped off the red turban wrapped around his head, revealing a hideous scarred face. His scarlet tongue licked the blood-patterned curved blade like a snake's tongue, and a beastly laugh escaped his throat: "The blood of the Central Plains people is the finest wine in the world!"

Before the words were finished, the scimitar had already transformed into a blood-red rainbow. When the "Blood River Reversal" sword technique was unleashed, the ground suddenly cracked open with a ravine more than ten feet deep, and crimson blood gushed out like a living thing, condensing in the air into a three-headed, six-armed Asura phantom.

Liao Peibai's white hair stood on end, and his tiger-like eyes were wide open like copper bells.

He bent his palms like an ape's arms, and when he unleashed the Tongbei Fist technique "Long Arm Breaking Clouds," he was lifted three zhang into the air by the force of the punch.

The moment the fist's wind and the sword's energy collided, the air emitted a crisp sound like shattering glass, and the Asura's phantom was shattered.

Dorje Chilie staggered backward, but Liao Pei, like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, twisted his waist and turned in mid-air. The ten fist shadows of "Tongbi Qinlong" were like iron chains across the river, forcefully gripping the opponent's curved blade. With a roar, he used one arm to lift the Blood Blade Master up and slam him heavily onto the rocks. Amidst the flying debris, Dorje Chilie spat out blood mixed with a few broken teeth.

Lan Qin'er's silver bell rang suddenly, and with a slight flick of her wrist, the "Thousand Spider Poisonous Hands" transformed into a dark green poisonous mist that swept over everything.

She danced like a butterfly, her toes barely touching the ground. Wherever her jade-like hands brushed, the poisonous mist condensed into countless spider shadows, and the eerie green spider silk pierced the air like steel needles.

Xiao Lingling let out a sharp cry, and the Mandarin Duck Blades spun like snowflakes, their "wings intertwined" blades shredding the spider swarm.

Suddenly, Lan Qin'er's soft whip, like a venomous snake, lunged at her. Quick-thinking, she abandoned her sword, sheathing it as it struck the whip with a metallic clang. Taking advantage of the poisonous woman's momentary surprise, Xiao Lingling's short sword flashed with a "Ducklings Flying Together" technique. A cold glint swept across Lan Qin'er's cheek, and a few strands of her hair, already corroded to ash by the poisonous mist, drifted down.

Tuoba Lengshuang's body surged with icy blue true energy, and when he formed a hand seal, ice shards actually condensed in his palms.

"Wrath of the Ice God!" he roared, and the "Mysterious Ice Technique" transformed into thousands of ice spikes that poured down.

Dan Zhi sneered, his body twisting rapidly as he released a plum blossom dart, its trajectory as unpredictable and elusive as a meteor chasing the moon.

The ice spikes collided with the dart shadows, bursting out a blinding blue light. Tuoba Lengshuang's pupils shrank suddenly as he saw his opponent approaching by stepping on the afterimages of the ice spikes, and three plum blossom darts shot out in a triangular pattern.

He hastily cast the "Mystic Ice Shield," but Shan Zhi kicked it shattered, and blood immediately bloomed on his shoulder.

When Meng Jialuo tore open the Hundred Gu Pouch, he laughed maniacally, and the Gu worms inside surged out like black clouds.

The howling of "Ten Thousand Gu Devouring the Sky" made everyone's eardrums ache, and a giant skull's maw faintly appeared in the black mist.

Miao Menlong Bow was drawn taut like a full moon, and a cold glint flashed in his starry eyes: "Thunderfire to destroy evil!"

The moment the Star Chaser Arrow left the bowstring, three streaks of purple lightning struck down from the sky, the arrow itself carrying heavenly thunder as it crashed into the swarm of Gu.

Meng Jialuo screamed and threw out the Gu rope, only to see Miao Menlong leap into the air with his toes touching the ground, firing three arrows in a triangular formation, each arrow triggering heavenly lightning.

When the last arrow pierced his chest, Mongalo was pinned to the rock face.

The Hundred Gu Pouch ruptured, and countless Gu worms devoured him, leaving only his bones.

Duan Cangyun moved with the agility of a ghost, his longsword aimed at the lower body, and the "Jade-Splitting Star-Shattering Sword Technique" shattered the bluestone wherever it passed.

Lu Wending and Blood Rakshasa combined their swords, their sword light transforming into an ice and snow storm, the "Heavenly Snow Dance" sword technique sealing off all escape routes.

Duan Cangyun's sword went astray, aiming for Xue Luosha's ankle, but Lu Wending's longsword blocked it. Xue Luosha's short sword, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, went straight for her throat.

He stumbled backward, his crown falling off, his black hair disheveled. Lu Wending's sword tip was already pressed against his throat, while Blood Rakshasa's short sword pierced his heart. The sword energy emanating from both swords pulverized the surrounding rocks. (End of Chapter)