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

Chapter 297. The moon shines on the cold pool, the blade reflects the snow, fragrant jade fingers gleam with rainbow-like energy.
The bloody battle was so fierce that the heavens and earth lost their color. Limbs and severed bodies mixed with poisonous mist and blood painted a scene of hell under the moonlight.

The heroes of Xiong Ying were covered in blood, yet they still gripped their weapons tightly. Their roars and the clang of their weapons echoed through the valley, as if they wanted to cleanse the world of all evil.

The waning moon transformed into an eerie blue pupil in the poisonous fog. Guo Xiangyu frowned, her jade hand lightly covering her mouth and nose, her pearly teeth almost drawing blood, yet she was still choked by the pungent, sweet, and putrid stench, causing her throat to churn violently, and her beautiful eyes to well up with tears of pain.

As her inner energy circulated within her dantian, her eyebrows furrowed, and her pretty face flushed red from the backlash of her inner force. She felt as if countless tiny ants were gnawing at her meridians, and cold sweat poured down her forehead.

She gritted her teeth, her lips trembled slightly, and her bamboo knife was suddenly drawn. A sharp light flashed in her eyes, and the sword technique of "Wild Goose Piercing Clouds" broke through the air. The fierce sword wind was wrapped with powerful internal force, and it cut through the poisonous miasma that was close by like a sharp sword.

Suddenly, a sharp sound pierced the air, and several poisoned iron chains emerged like serpents from their holes, their barbs gleaming with a bluish-purple light.

Guo Xiangyu's beautiful eyes widened, her pupils suddenly contracted, and a cold smile curved her lips. She lightly touched the protruding bluestone with her toes, and as her skirt fluttered, her figure was like a swallow skimming the water. When she spun in the air, her eyes were focused and resolute, and she flicked her fingers out in quick succession.

The shimmering white energy bursting from her fingertips collided with the iron chain, sparks flying everywhere. Her tightly pursed lips curled up slightly, revealing a triumphant smile. The chain, forged from fine iron, shattered inch by inch. Amidst the flying iron filings, the barbs crashed to the ground, smashing a deep pit into the bluestone.

Shi Feiyang's brows were furrowed, his eyes burning with fury, and his body was filled with surging icy blue true energy. He had activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of the Ice Soul Cold Prison" level.

The icy mist spread outwards from him, his face taut and hard as steel. Wherever he passed, the poisonous mist and icy air collided, producing a hissing sound and turning into wisps of white smoke.

Master Tongzhen lowered his brows with a solemn expression. As he swung his staff, the golden light of his "Kasaya Subduing Demons Technique" shone brightly. Where the Sanskrit characters flowed, the poisonous miasma dissipated like thin snow meeting the blazing sun. He murmured Buddhist chants, his eyes filled with compassion and determination.

Yang Rubai's face was contorted, his triangular eyes flashing with a sinister light. Seeing this, his maniacal laughter made the bronze parts of the scorpion chariot vibrate. Veins bulged on his face, like a coiled venomous snake: "Central Plains martial artists dare to contend with Miao Jiang's strange arts? Today I will make you perish in a sea of ​​poison!" The eight legs of the scorpion-shaped chariot suddenly exerted force, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips. As he circled the formation, the poisonous mist spewing from the three hundred and sixty holes became increasingly intense.

Many Jinyiwei and Xiong Yinghui disciples inhaled the poison, and black blood gushed from their seven orifices. They scratched their throats with their hands, rolled on the ground in pain, and soon died. Yang Rubai saw this and a gleeful grin appeared on his face.

The Seven Masters of Wudang stood with their feet aligned with the Big Dipper, their Taoist robes fluttering in the wind—Yu Xuzi held his sword and pointed it to the sky, Yu Yangzi and Yu Jingzi guarded the two wings, while Yu Hengzi, Yu Shuzi, Yu Fangzi, and Yu Chenzi formed a sword formation, and the seven long swords were drawn at the same time, their cold light like a cascading Milky Way.

With a light flick of her wrist, Emei heroine Su Qinghan unleashed a move called "Golden Summit Buddha Light" with her Qingming Sword.

Shi Feiyang stared at his tragically killed companions, his eyes bloodshot with rage. His Heavenly Frost Blade was aimed directly at the Scorpion Chariot, his eyes blazing with fury. His voice boomed like a bell: "Xiangyu! Our land is shrouded in dust, and we should protect it with our lives! Follow me to break the formation and restore peace to this world!"

After speaking, his eyes were as firm as iron, and his domineering sword aura of "living as long as heaven and earth" was wrapped with icy blue true energy, cleaving through the poisonous fog like a reversed Milky Way.

Where the blade flashed, a thick layer of ice formed on the ground, and even the poisonous mist was frozen into tiny ice crystals that fell down. The veins on his hand, which was gripping the Frost Blade tightly, bulged as he channeled all his grief and anger into the power to kill his enemies.

Guo Xiangyu let out a sharp cry, her almond-shaped eyes wide open. Her bamboo knife and the "flower-picking" finger technique created a fusion of three great martial arts styles, resulting in the "Wild Goose-Shaped Mysterious Flower-Picking Knife." Her eyes were lively and sharp, the blade light resembled a wild goose flying south in autumn, and her finger shadows were like a smiling flower. Wherever she passed, the poisonous mist was shattered.

Seeing the situation was bad, Yang Rubai's face showed a look of horror, his features almost twisted into a ball. He hurriedly pressed the scorpion tail mechanism, and a thousand "Rain of Pear Blossom Poison Nails" shot out from the air, their sound like the flapping of ten thousand bees' wings, densely shooting towards the two of them.

Guo Xiangyu's beautiful eyes flashed with murderous intent, revealing a chilling killing intent. Her bamboo knife danced in a series of dazzling swordplay, her "Xiao Xiang Night Rain" sword technique impenetrable. Thousands of sword shadows clashed with the poisoned nails, sparks flying everywhere. Her eyes were focused, her lips tightly pressed together, and she managed to deflect all the hidden weapons.

She lightly touched the rocks with her toes, a sly glint in her eyes, and moved like a ghost to approach the scorpion carriage, her finger pointing straight at Yang Rubai's face.

Yang Rubai waved his sleeve to defend himself, his face instantly losing all color, his eyes filled with fear, yet he felt a soft, yin force penetrate his body, as if his meridians were being violently torn apart by an invisible hand.

In excruciating pain, his face contorted in agony, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. He frantically drove the scorpion vehicle, its belly suddenly opening wide and spewing out corrosive venom. Wherever the venom touched, rocks instantly melted, hissing and releasing plumes of white smoke.

Yang Rubai's scorpion chariot crashed to the ground, scattering bronze fragments like a torrential rain.

Guo Xiangyu's fingers moved like lightning, instantly striking seven major acupoints on her opponent's body. She said coldly, "Speak! Where is Yang Yinglong's lair located?"

Before the words were finished, a sickeningly loud cracking sound came from the cold pool, and the water began to churn and boil like a pot of soup.

Twelve dark figures burst from the water, their nine-section steel whips still dripping foul-smelling pool water. The blue poison at the whip tips gleamed eerily in the moonlight, resembling twelve venomous serpents. "Shi Feiyang! Today is your death anniversary!"

The one-eyed Mo Qianji shook the skull token at his waist, his voice like that of a night owl.

With a wave of his hand, twelve steel whips pierced the air, their shadows weaving into a net, emitting a piercing shriek wherever they passed.

Guo Xiangyu lightly touched the rocks with her toes, her figure as swift as a swallow soaring through the clouds, her bamboo knife slicing out a "flower-plucking goose feather blade." In the blink of an eye, three "goose-slicing-clouds" strikes were unleashed, severing the oncoming steel whip in two. The broken whip tip fell to the ground, instantly corroding a deep pit into the bluestone.

Mo Qianji's pupils constricted sharply, and he shouted in a fierce voice, "Netherworld Soul Lock, trap and kill the enemies!"

The remaining nine men in black suddenly shifted positions, their steel whips weaving a dense net three zhang square in the air. A cold glint flashed within the net, each whip shadow accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air.

Shi Feiyang's icy blue true energy surged, and thousands of ice spikes roared out, but the moment they touched the whip net, they were shattered by the force of the energy and sent flying back.

Upon seeing this, Master Tongzhen swept his Xuan Tie Zen Staff horizontally, and the golden light of "Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage to the Ancestor" surged out like a raging wave, deflecting the steel whip that was close at him, but also leaving several deep whip marks on the staff that revealed the bone.

Guo Xiangyu let out a sharp cry, her figure transforming into seven afterimages, weaving through the whip net like ghosts.

Her jade-like hand rose and fell in a flash, her fingertips flicking like a snake's tongue, aiming at the "Yangchi" acupoint on the wrist of the whip-wielder.

At each point struck, a man in black screamed as he released his steel whip, the crisp sound of wrist bones shattering echoing throughout the room.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Qianji took out a conch horn from his pocket.

The bugle sounded mournful and plaintive, and a series of muffled thunderous booms echoed from the depths of the cold pool.

Dozens of bluish-purple water corpses emerged from the water, their eyes glowing eerie green, their fingernails as long as sharp blades, and their bodies entwined with dark green algae.

These "water monsters" made strange creaking noises as they moved, and black poisonous bubbles rose to the surface of the water wherever they went.

With a swipe of his Heavenly Frost Blade, Shi Feiyang unleashed the chilling aura of "Ice Soul Cold Prison - Thousand Miles of Ice Seal," instantly freezing the water corpse into an ice sculpture.

However, cracks soon appeared on the surface of the ice, and the Water Demon Corpse broke through the ice, its claws aimed straight for everyone's throats.

Mo Qianji laughed wildly: "These water spirit corpses are made by soaking living people in the Hundred Poison Pool for forty-nine days. They are impervious to swords and spears, and can kill instantly upon drawing blood!"

Before he could finish speaking, a water spirit corpse had already pounced on Liao Pei.

Liao Peitong unleashed his "Long Arm Breaking Clouds" punch, only to see the Water Demon Corpse's chest cave in, then instantly recover. With a backhand claw, it tore five deep, bone-revealing bloody gashes into his arm.

Black energy spread from the wound, and Liao Pei groaned and staggered backward.

Xie Wen used his "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill" to fly over quickly and feed Liao Pei various miraculous medicines.

With a sharp cry, Blood Rakshasa, together with Lu Wending, wielded their twin swords in a dance called "Snow Dance of Tianshan," forcing back several water demon corpses amidst the crisscrossing sword energy.

However, the water monsters kept coming, their putrid stench and poisonous mist enveloping everyone.

Shi Feiyang stared at the poisoned wounds on Xiong Ying's body, his eyes bloodshot with rage. The icy blue true energy on his Heavenly Frost Blade surged threefold as he roared, "Even if the cold pool is stained with blood today, I will annihilate all of you evil spirits!"

The fierce battle turned the icy pool red and dimmed the moonlight. The shattered limbs of the Water Demon Corpse floated on the poisonous pool, and the clang of steel whips clashing with weapons, mixed with the muffled groans of the wounded and the savage laughter of the enemies, echoed endlessly in the night sky.

Above the icy pool, blood and poisonous mist intertwined to form a scarlet curtain, and the putrid stench of the water demon corpses was nauseating.

Shi Feiyang's Ice Soul True Qi clashed violently with the putrid poison of the corpse horde, stirring up bursts of white steam; Master Tongzhen's Zen staff, radiating golden light, cleaved through the eerie green tide of corpses, creating streaks of blood.

Guo Xiangyu stood atop the reef, the moonlight gilding the edges of her snow-white skirt with silver. The jasmine hairpin in her hair was stained with blood, but it only accentuated her beautiful features and made her look even more heroic.

As the water spirit corpses gathered in ever greater numbers, and the disciples of the Xiong Ying Society collapsed one after another from poisoning, Guo Xiangyu's beautiful eyes darted around, and she suddenly caught sight of the moon's reflection swaying in the pool. A thought flashed through her mind, and she suddenly remembered the "Qimen Water Moon Blade" that her master had taught her before his death—a unique skill created specifically for fighting in water, where the blade borrowed the power of the water to penetrate with immense force.

With a deft touch, she loosened her outer robe, revealing a neat and tidy outfit underneath. As she turned her wrist, the bamboo knife emitted a clear and melodious sound. She shouted, "Today I will show you the exquisite martial arts of the Central Plains!" The moment she leaped into the icy pool, Guo Xiangyu lightly touched the water's surface with her toes, stirring up tiny silver beads.

The bamboo knife instantly drew out a crescent moon, and the first move of the "Qimen Water Moon Knife" technique, "Moon Surges in the Great River," was unleashed with a roar.

Her wrist twisted like a nimble snake, and the bamboo knife traced a spiral path in the water, the blade light and water ripples merging into a rotating, transparent blade wheel.

The moment the attacking water monsters touched the blade wheel, their rotten flesh was shredded like paper, and their stark white bones floated in the blood.

Mo Qianji roared from the shore, "Split up and attack together! Don't let her use this as leverage!"

Three water spirit corpses extended their sharp claws from different directions, but Guo Xiangyu neither dodged nor avoided them, and her jade arms suddenly stretched out.

The bamboo knife, like a fish wagging its tail, drew three arcs in the water, simultaneously performing a variation of the "Wild Geese Crossing the Cold Pool" technique.

The blade's energy stirred up the water, creating a whirlpool that severed the arms of the three water spirit corpses.

As her severed limbs floated, she pushed off the bottom of the pool with her toes, and her body shot out of the water like an arrow.

In mid-air, Guo Xiangyu twirled her bamboo knife into nine sword flowers, which was the starting stance of "Water Moon Mirror Flower".

The moment the blade entered the water, countless ripples suddenly spread across the surface of the pool, each ripple reflecting the afterimage of her holding the blade.

The water spirit lunged at the phantom, only to have its head shattered by the real blade light.

Her movements were fluid and graceful; sometimes she would spin and slash, the bamboo knife creating a crescent-shaped blade of energy as it moved through the water; other times she would sidestep and thrust, the ripples created by the blade in the water trapping her enemies like a spider web.

In the heat of battle, Mo Qianji's nine-section steel whip, enveloped in poisonous mist, attacked.

Guo Xiangyu's pupils contracted slightly, and she suddenly reversed the bamboo knife, using the back of the blade to brace against the reef.

Her jade-like legs were taut like a bowstring, and she spun rapidly using the reaction force, the bamboo knife drawing an arc that swept away everything in its path.

The water flow, guided by the blade's momentum, formed a curtain of water that blocked the steel whip's deadly poison and also swept away half of Mo Qianji's sleeve.

When the ultimate move of "River and Sky in One Color" was unleashed, Guo Xiangyu's hair spread out like ink in the water. She raised her bamboo knife high above her head and drew a straight line from top to bottom, drawing the water of the entire cold pool into a huge cone-shaped water blade.

The water demon corpse let out a shrill scream as it was shredded into pieces by the water blades, its blood spreading in the pool like blooming red plum blossoms.

When pursuing Mo Qianji, her bamboo knife was even more exquisite.

As Guo Xiangyu's toes touched the water, her bamboo knife moved like a snake spitting its tongue, drawing a Z-shaped trajectory in the air.

The seemingly casual slashes actually contain the directional changes of "Qimen Bagua" (a form of Chinese astrology), with each strike precisely severing the joints of the steel whip.

When she finally sealed Mo Qianji's meridians, the bamboo scabbard gently tapped her wrist, and her jade fingers, like orchids in bloom, instantly struck seven vital acupoints.

When the fierce battle ended and the cold pool returned to calm, Guo Xiangyu stood by the pool and swung her bamboo knife.

Water droplets slid off the blade like pearls, refracting a rainbow of colors under the moonlight.

She gazed at the slightly trembling blade, a confident smile playing on her lips: "No matter how many evil arts he may use, they are no match for the bamboo and the sword in my hand."

The torrential rain lashed against the cowhide tents of the rebel camp like silver snakes, while thunder roared outside, casting flickering light on Yang Yinglong's angular face, which was covered with hideous scars.

His single eye gleamed with a sinister light, and a deep scar ran diagonally across his empty eye socket, like a centipede coiled around it.

His thin lips beneath his hooked nose were tightly pressed together, twitching slightly from time to time in anger. His jagged beard was stained with dark red blood, as if it were a trace left from the fight a few days ago.

He stood with his hands behind his back in front of the tiger-skin chair. The hem of his python-patterned cloak was covered in mud, rustling with his movements. The bronze token hanging at his waist was engraved with a ferocious ghost face totem, trembling slightly with his breath and faintly emanating a chilling aura.

The tent was filled with a heavy stench of blood mixed with the aroma of incense. Thirty-six tallow candles flickered in the wind, their wax dripping down the bronze candlesticks like congealed bloodstains, which only accentuated the violent aura surrounding him.

"That brat Shi Feiyang actually led the Xiong Ying Society disciples to break through seven of my passes! I never thought that the Ming army of 200,000 men was no match for the Xiong Ying Society's 3,000 disciples! Sigh!" Yang Yinglong sighed, said a few words of lament, and suddenly turned around. The scar on his face twisted with the movement, and his single eye flashed with a ferocious light.

The knuckle whip hidden in his sleeve snapped onto the table, making the vermilion markings on the map tremble. "Guo Dunyi's Ming army is close behind. If this continues, I'm afraid Bozhou will not be able to hold out!"

His voice was low and hoarse, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of his chest, carrying an uncontrollable rage.

The black-robed figure at the head of the left slowly rose, revealing only half a face covered in centipede-like scars beneath the hood—it was Lan Qin'er, the vice leader of the Five Poisons Sect of Miao territory. She chuckled, twirling a jade bracelet in her hand, the venomous spider eyes embedded in the bracelet gleaming eerily: "Why worry, Commander Yang? My Thousand Spider Venomous Hand technique hasn't even been fully unleashed yet. Just poison the water, and I guarantee they'll… hehe…"

The laughter abruptly stopped as Yang Yinglong's icy gaze swept over them like a sharp blade.

At this moment, his single eye was wide open, the scar was swollen and purple, and the veins on his face were bulging, like twisted green snakes.

"A mere trick!" Yang Yinglong sneered, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably, his scars rising and falling with his breath. "Shi Feiyang cultivates the Mingyu Gong, making him immune to all poisons; Guo Xiangyu's 'Pianhua Finger' is specifically designed to break through insidious poisons. Your poison technique is nothing but a waste of effort."

He paced to the map, the ferocity on his face flickering in the candlelight. His fingertips jabbed heavily at the mark of Bozhou City, dried blood still embedded in his fingernails. "What we need is a killing move that can wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

At this moment, a man stepped out from the right; it was Yang Yunxiao. He was clad in golden chainmail, and his spiked hammers were still stained with the blood from the previous day's battle: "Father, I am willing to lead my elite troops in a night raid on Shi Feiyang's base and take his head!"

The boy's face was full of arrogance and confidence, but he couldn't hide the weariness in his eyes.

Yang Yinglong looked up at his adopted son, a barely perceptible hint of relief flashing in his one eye, but the scar on his face remained taut, exuding a chilling authority. "No!" a sinister voice came from the corner.

The speaker was Yan Luosha, the high priest of the Yin Sha Sect in the Western Regions. His purplish-black fingernails gleamed eerily in the candlelight. "Shi Feiyang is surrounded by experts, including the Tian Gang Bei Dou Formation of the Seven Masters of Wudang and the Golden Summit Buddha Light of Su Qinghan of Emei. A rash night attack would only result in heavy losses."

He paused, a sinister glint in his eyes, "In my opinion, it would be better to set an ambush and lure them into a trap."

Yang Yinglong frowned, his scar contorting into a gruesome shape as he pondered. His single eye stared intently at the sand table, as if he wanted to tear his enemy to pieces. After a moment of deep thought, Yang Yinglong stroked his chin, and then his scar suddenly twisted and deformed with a smile, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. He suddenly burst into laughter: "Good! Let's set up an ambush! However, this ambush will be somewhat novel."

He waved his hand, and several personal guards carried a huge sand table into the tent.

On the sand table, sixty-four iron sticks form a yin-yang fish pattern, which is the prototype of the "Mysterious Iron Bagua Formation".

At this moment, his single eye shone brightly, the scar turned slightly red with excitement, and his whole being exuded an aura of near-madness.

"Look!" Yang Yinglong grabbed a handful of red-dyed sand and sprinkled it in the center of the sand tray. The ferocity on his face became even more pronounced, and the scars seemed to pulsate with his words. "This formation is based on a pillar of black iron and is covered with incantations. It can draw upon the evil power of heaven and earth. Once activated, poisonous smoke, iron chains, and traps will all be unleashed. No matter how powerful Shi Feiyang is, he will have no chance of escape!"

His voice grew louder and louder, his one eye widened, the scar on his face turned bright red, and his eyes gleamed with fanaticism.

Lan Qin'er leaned closer, her gaze shifting strangely: "Commander Yang, what a brilliant plan! But... where is the key to this formation? If they break through the formation's core..." Yang Yinglong suddenly turned to look at her, a fierce glint flashing in his single eye, his scar contorted with rage, startling Lan Qin'er into taking a half-step back.

"Good question!" Yang Yinglong grinned and pointed to the center of the sand table, the scars on his face appearing even more terrifying with his smile. "The key to the formation is right here! It will be personally guarded by Yun Xiao, and with my newly refined Blood Fiend Demon Art, even if Shi Feiyang can break the formation, he'll be skinned alive!"

He turned to look at Yang Yunxiao, a rare hint of gentleness appearing in his one eye, but the scar on his face still conveyed a fierce look. "Yunxiao, do you dare to take on this important task? If you do, set up an ambush in front of the eighth pass and wait for Shi Feiyang and the Xiong Ying bandits to fall into the giant pit."

Yang Yunxiao knelt on one knee and slammed the hammer handle heavily on the ground: "Father, rest assured! Your son will defend the core of the formation to the death and ensure that they never return!"

Yan Luo Sha frowned: "Commander Yang, although this formation is powerful, it requires a large amount of Xuan Iron and talismans, and in the short term..."

“You don’t need to worry about that!” Yang Yinglong waved his hand, the scar on his face trembling violently with the movement, and his single eye flashed with a terrifying light. “I have already sent people to collect materials from various places, and it will be completed within three days.”

He scanned the crowd in the tent, his single eye sharp as a hawk's, the scar on his face twisted and contorted with murderous intent. "This battle is one of victory only! Once Shi Feiyang is dead, the Ming army will be without its leader, and Bozhou will be ours!"

Outside the tent, the rain intensified, and lightning illuminated the outline of the "Mysterious Iron Eight Trigrams Formation".

In the eerie, ghostly light, Yang Yinglong stared into the darkness with his single eye. The scars on his face looked particularly terrifying under the lightning, foreshadowing a bloody battle.

A sinister smile curled at the corner of his lips as he muttered to himself, "Shi Feiyang, let's see how many more times you can escape this time..."

The voice was filled with endless resentment and madness. The people in the tent exchanged glances and saw a bloodthirsty expectation in each other's eyes.

When Shi Feiyang led the heroes of Xiong Ying, the Seven Sons of Wudang, Su Qinghan, the Eighteen Shaolin Monks, and the three thousand disciples of Xiong Ying Society to Yang Yinglong's eighth pass, sixty-four black iron pillars, engraved with twisted runes, emerged from the ground like primordial beasts, forming a yin-yang pattern.

At the heart of the formation, Yang Yunxiao, clad in golden chainmail, wielded twin wolf-tooth hammers that emitted an eerie black light, his face radiating arrogance: "Shi Feiyang! Today, this Xuan Tie Formation will be your burial ground. No matter how extraordinary your abilities, you will not be able to escape!"

Before the words were even finished, the mechanisms within the formation roared like thunder.

Suddenly, crimson poisonous smoke erupted from the top of the black iron pillar. The smoke writhed like a living thing, instantly turning the vegetation in its path into black water. The ground cracked open with countless fissures, and barbed iron chains burst forth from the air. Dark purple, malevolent true energy flowed across the surface of the chains, weaving together in the air to form a deadly net.

Shi Feiyang's expression was cold and stern. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and used the unparalleled lightness skill "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," his figure moving like a ghost between the poisonous smoke and iron chains. He circulated the Mingyu Skill to the "Supreme Oblivion of Emotion: Ice Soul Cold Prison" realm, and his body was filled with surging icy blue true energy. When he swung the Heavenly Frost Blade, the air exploded with a piercing sound wherever the blade energy passed, and the iron chains instantly froze into ice, breaking one after another with a crisp "crackling" sound.

Guo Xiangyu followed closely behind, holding a bamboo knife, her beautiful eyes fixed on any unusual movements around her.

Her blade flashed swiftly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. With her left blade, she unleashed a move called "Wild Geese Descending on the Sandy Shore," an elegant yet deadly strike. With her right blade, she cleaved through the poisonous smoke with a fierce wind that split the smoke in two.

A poisoned hidden weapon pierced through the air. She raised her jade hand lightly, a cold smile curving her lips, and her delicate fingers unleashed a subtle yet powerful force.

The hidden weapon suddenly changed direction in mid-air, shooting back and accurately piercing the chest of a black-clad man who had launched the sneak attack. The black-clad man fell to the ground with wide eyes and an expression of disbelief.

Seeing this, Yang Yunxiao was enraged. He roared and swung his double hammers with tremendous force, unleashing the "Eight Strikes of the Thunder God". In an instant, the hammer shadows were like dark clouds pressing down, smashing towards Shi Feiyang with immense power. Before the hammers even arrived, the force of the blows had already created deep craters in the ground.

Master Tongzhen, with a solemn expression, chanted Buddhist mantras in a low voice, and swept out his Xuan Tie Zen Staff, unleashing the "Vajra Pestle".

The golden light collided with the hammer shadow, unleashing a deafening roar. A powerful shockwave spread outwards, causing the nearby black iron pillars to tremble.

The torrential rain fell like silver spears, drenching the Xuan Tie Bagua Formation in a hazy mist.

Yang Yunxiao's maniacal laughter still echoed in the formation when five fierce generals appeared, stepping through the blood.

"Blood Hand Asura" Yama Sha's purplish-black fingernails dripped with venom, and the Yin Sha Sect's unique "Corpse-Taoist Technique" made him surrounded by black mist; "Poison Dragon Venerable" Red Beard Gong's Poison Dragon Whip spewed green mist, and the barbs at the snake's mouth gleamed with an eerie light.

Lady Ice Soul, Leng Wuxin, wore a white dress that fluttered without wind, and the ice crystals that had formed in her palms reflected an eerie blue light; Jin Buhuan, the Mad Swordsman, wielded a hundred-pound sword engraved with skull patterns, and the chains on the back of the sword rattled.

The "Shadowless Swordsman" Mo Wuhen was dressed in black and masked, with the Shadow Pavilion tattoo on the hilt of his sword faintly visible.

The torrential rain, like a barrage of arrows, drenched the Xuan Tie Bagua Formation into chaos.

Yama's purplish-black fingernails dripped with foul-smelling venom. The unique Corpse-Taoist Technique of the Yin Sha Sect condensed into rolling black mist around his body. With each step he took, the ground sizzled and showed charred marks.

He grinned, revealing his white fangs, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty madness: "The Central Plains martial arts world is known for its hidden dragons and crouching tigers, but today it seems they are nothing but chickens and dogs!" With that, he thrust out the "Yin Sha Thousand Poison Hand" with both palms, black ripples spreading like a tide, distorting and deforming the air wherever they passed, and pungent blue smoke rising from the ground.

Liao Peibai's white hair stood on end, like the mane of an angry lion.

The elder of the Xiong Ying Society had his eyes wide open, and his anger was almost bursting out.

His temples bulged, and veins throbbed beneath his bronze skin.

"You evil bastards from the Western Regions, how dare you run wild on the land of China! Do you think there's no one left in the Central Plains?" The roar made the black iron pillar vibrate, and the sound waves even shook the rain curtain in the air, creating ripples.

Before he finished speaking, Liao Pei had already emerged from his cave like a white ape, his body soaring into the air. His palms transformed into two crimson meteors as he unleashed the "Long Arm Breaking Clouds" move of the "Tongbei Fist." The fierce fist wind tore through the poisonous mist, carrying the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks as it went straight for Yama's face.

Before the fist even landed, the strong wind had already made the Yin Sha Sect Leader's black robe flutter loudly.

Yama Sha snorted coldly, his purplish-black claws flipping up, the tips gleaming with an eerie light, to meet the thunderous strike.

In an instant, the purplish-black and crimson true energy collided violently, like two mountains collapsing.

A powerful shockwave spread outwards, causing the nearby black iron pillars to tremble violently and the ground to crack with spiderweb-like fissures.

Using the momentum, Yan Luo Sha leaped backward, his body tracing a strange arc in the air, while simultaneously unleashing his "Yin Sha Entangling Soul Silk." Countless black threads, like serpents emerging from their holes, intertwined in the air to form a net, their surfaces coated with viscous venom that instantly corroded anything they touched.

Liao Pei, instead of retreating, advanced and roared, "A mere trick!" His palms bent like ape arms, suddenly transforming into the posture of a white ape probing a cave. The ten fist shadows of "Tongbi Qinlong" were like ten steel cables, fiercely twisting towards the poisonous silk.

The fist and the poisonous silk collided, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

Liao Pei's boxing style was both fierce and skillful, each punch precisely hitting the weak points of the poisonous silk, tearing the net of death to shreds.

Seeing this, Yan Luosha's eyes flashed with panic, then he grinned and pounced again, unleashing the "Yin Sha Ghost Claw" with his claws, the shadows of his claws filling the sky, each claw wind carrying a bone-chilling cold. Liao Pei shouted loudly, not dodging, but instead channeling all his inner strength, pushing out the "Tongbi Mountain Splitter" with both palms.

The two powerful and unparalleled fists collided, producing a deafening roar. The shockwaves swept up rubble from the ground, shooting out in all directions like bullets.

Liao Pei seized the moment when Yama's move was about to expire, and his figure approached like a ghost.

His hands suddenly transformed from fists into fingers, gripping the opponent's shoulders like eagle claws, and he roared, "Break!"

The internal force of his "Penetrating Arm and Bone Fist" flowed into Yan Luo Sha's body through his fingertips.

The Yin Sha Sect Leader let out a shrill scream as he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, his back slamming heavily into the Xuan Tie Pillar.

With a loud "boom," the runes on the black iron pillar were stained even darker by the black blood he spat out, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the pillar. Yama Sha struggled to get up, but found that his limbs were no longer under his control.

Liao Pei walked slowly, his white hair dancing wildly in the torrential rain, like a war god descending: "Western Region evil arts, daring to wreak havoc in the Central Plains? Today I will let you know the power of Chinese martial arts!"

Having said that, he struck out with both palms like lightning, unleashing a series of "Tongbi Lianhuan Strike" strikes, each one carrying immense power.

Under the barrage of punches, Yama screamed in agony, the sound of his ribs breaking clearly audible.

With his final strike, Liao Pei unleashed his full power, unleashing the "Tongbi Potian" technique with both palms.

This punch, imbued with the power of a lifetime's work, slammed into Yama's chest with earth-shattering force.

The Yin Sha Sect leader let out a desperate roar, his entire chest collapsed, and he spat out a large amount of black blood. His body flew backward like a cannonball and crashed heavily into another black iron pillar.

The black iron pillar could no longer withstand the pressure and collapsed with a crash, smashing Yama's body into a bloody mess.

The torrential rain washed over the battlefield, and blood mixed with venom flowed across the ground.

Liao Pei stood there, his bronze skin glistening with sweat and rain, his chest heaving violently. He stared at Yan Luosha's corpse and coldly snorted, "Those who dare to invade my Central Plains, though far away, shall be punished!" His voice echoed in the torrential rain, shaking the very soul.

The torrential rain fell like silver spears, and lightning from the Xuan Tie Formation cleaved the sky, illuminating the figures of Lie Quan and Jin Buhuan in shifting light.

Jin Buhuan carried a hundred-pound sword on his shoulder, the blade engraved with hideous skulls. The chains rattled with each step, causing pebbles to fall from the ground.

He grinned maliciously, revealing yellow teeth eroded by wine and women: "The Central Plains swordsmanship is nothing but fancy moves, how dare it compete with the wild winds of the frontier?" With that, he unleashed a fierce move called "Wild Wind Sweeps the Ground." Before the blade even arrived, the bloody wind had already cleaved through the rain curtain, and the blade light swept in like a black tidal wave.

Lie Quan's expression was calm and composed. He wielded the Qiankun Blade, creating a phantom image of the Eight Trigrams, the blade shimmering with golden light. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body gliding to the side like a fish, unleashing the "Qiankun Reversal" blade strike.

The deafening clang of metal against metal was deafening, and sparks flew like fireflies, only to be instantly extinguished in the torrential rain.

Lie Quan used the momentum to spin around, and the blade suddenly spun rapidly along the ground. The blade energy of "Kun Gua · Earth Shakes and Mountains Trembled" flew along the muddy ground, and wherever it passed, the bluestone tiles were shattered into powder like tofu.

With a roar, Jin Buhuan leaped into the air, his mountain-like body soaring into the sky.

His heavy sword drew a semicircle above his head, and the "wind-splitting" sword strike, carrying the force to split mountains, cleaved the rain curtain in two.

Lie Quan neither dodged nor evaded, but instead thrust his Qiankun Blade diagonally forward, the back of the blade striking the side of the sword. Using the opponent's force, he closed in sideways. Jin Buhuan felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the hundred-pound sword nearly slipped from his grasp. But then he saw Lie Quan's blade flash like a serpent's tongue, the light of the "Qian Gua · Black Dragon in the Sky" sword aimed straight for his throat.

"A mere trick!" Jin Buhuan, the mad swordsman, roared as he threw down his sword and unleashed a "Whirlwind Palm" with both palms.

The palm wind howled like flying sand in the desert. Lie Quan flipped over on his toes, his blade drawing an arc in the air. The blade technique of "Dui Gua · Ze Run Wan Wu" was both soft and strong, deflecting all the palm wind to both sides.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jin Buhuan drew a soft whip from his waist. The poisoned barbs on the tip of the whip gleamed with an eerie light. The whip shadow, like a venomous snake, coiled towards Lie Quan's neck.

Lie Quan's pupils contracted sharply, and the Qiankun Blade suddenly returned to its sheath. Just as the soft whip touched his throat, he joined two fingers together like a sword, unleashing a burst of finger energy—the "Kan Gua: Water Cuts Off Rivers" technique. The force of his fingers struck the soft whip, shattering the poisoned barbs.

Before Jin Buhuan could react, Lie Quan had already closed in, the hilt of his sword striking Jin Buhuan's chest like a meteor. The mad swordsman groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and staggered backward.

"You barbarian from beyond the Great Wall, do you even know the subtleties of martial arts from the Central Plains?" Lie Quan shouted, and the Qiankun Blade was drawn again, its blade gleaming with golden light.

Enraged, Jin Buhuan pulled out three bone-piercing nails from his pocket and unleashed the "Whirlwind Hidden Weapon".

Lie Quan sneered, his blade slicing out the "Li Hexagram - Fire Burns the Eight Desolations," the scorching blade energy melting the bone-piercing nail into molten iron.

Before Jin Buhuan could react, Lie Quan had already circled behind him like a ghost, slamming the back of his knife heavily onto his knee.

The Mad Swordsman suddenly knelt down, splashing up a large amount of mud and water.

"You've lost." Lie Quan's voice was as cold as ice, his Qiankun Blade pressed against the other's back.

Jin Buhuan suddenly sprang into action, unleashing a hidden dart from his sleeve.

Lie Quan was prepared. With a flash of light, the blade, wielding the "Wind Sweeps Away Clouds" technique, shredded the hidden arrow into pieces. Its momentum undiminished, the blade slicing across Lie Quan's throat. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the rain-soaked sky crimson.

Jin Buhuan stared wide-eyed, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat. His hands futilely reached for the air before he finally collapsed to the ground with a thud, splattering blood everywhere. He died with his eyes wide open, a gruesome sight that was truly horrifying.

(End of this chapter)