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

The biting north wind of December, carrying the chilling atmosphere of the northern icy plains, howled and whistled through the eaves and brackets of the temporary headquarters of the Xiong Ying Society at Feima Pass, like thousands of poisoned steel blades. The green tiles and white walls trembled in the gale, and the copper bells on the eaves emitted hollow and mournful sobs, as if lamenting the impending calamity.

Inside the headquarters, the candlelight flickered dimly, casting shifting shadows on everyone. The room felt heavy and oppressive, making it hard to breathe.

Yu Xuzi, the leader of the Seven Masters of Wudang, stood with his hands behind his back in front of the hall. His Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and his snow-white eyebrows were furrowed into a deep "川" shape. He stared at the tightly closed carved wooden door, his eyes filled with worry: "Chief Master Shi has not left for months. The war in Bozhou next spring is imminent. What should we do in this critical situation?" His voice was low and hoarse, revealing his undisguised anxiety.

Master Tongzhen, the leader of the Eighteen Monks, sat cross-legged on a futon. Suddenly, the wooden fish mallet in his hand stopped, and his deep voice was filled with deep worry: "Amitabha, well said! Well said! The other day, I clearly heard the sound of things breaking inside the room through the door. Chief Shi is usually calm and composed, but this time he must be feeling very depressed!"

He clasped his hands together, his face full of sorrow, and kept chanting Buddhist mantras, as if he were praying for Shi Feiyang.

The Emei heroine Su Qinghan stood in the courtyard, her fair hand waving lightly, drawing the Qingming sword three inches from its sheath, its cold light reflecting off her tightly furrowed brows.

The sword's edge scooped up the snow on the ground, and the snowflakes, like shattered jade, fluttered in the moonlight.

Her eyes were firm and resolute. With a flick of her wrist, the tip of her sword pointed directly at the brass ring on the door: "If we continue to allow the Grand Master to remain so dejected, the entire Xiong Ying Society will be filled with unease. Beset by internal and external troubles, a great disaster is bound to occur! Even if we have to break down this door today, we must see him!"

Her words were resolute and unequivocal.

Before he could finish speaking, Liao Pei, the Grand Elder of the Xiong Ying Society, had already rushed up the stone steps.

This old hero, renowned throughout the martial world for his "Tongbei Fist," now channeled his power into both palms, the force of his punches making the doorframe vibrate: "Chief! Urgent report from Bozhou! General Guo has sent a message by carrier pigeon, the rebels have occupied Loushan Pass, and the witchcraft of Miao is rampant, causing heavy casualties to our army!" A trace of guilt flashed in his eyes—winter is not the time for warfare, and although this military intelligence was a lie, it was a desperate measure to force Shi Feiyang to appear.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and said in a deep voice, "Chief Shi has always been concerned about the world, how could he be at this critical juncture... Could it be that he has been ambushed by a villain?" His voice was full of worry and unease.

With tears welling in her eyes, Xiao Lingling, nicknamed "Mandarin Duck Swords," said anxiously, "The Grand Master's martial arts are unparalleled; there must be some unspeakable reason for him to act this way. We can't wait any longer!" She gripped the Mandarin Duck Swords tightly in both hands, wishing she could rush into the room immediately to find out what was going on.

Miao Menlong, the "Divine Archer," stared at the tightly closed door and muttered to himself, "If the Grand Master is to fall, what will become of the war in Bozhou and the safety of the martial world?" He gripped his bow and arrows tightly, as if ready to shoot at any moment to dispel the gloom that shrouded everyone's hearts.

Shan Zhi, nicknamed "Plum Blossom Dart," rubbed the dart repeatedly in his hand, his voice trembling: "Could it be true, as the rumors say, that the Grand Master is after Miss Guo's matter... Alas, what should we do!" His eyes were full of worry and confusion.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen frowned and paced back and forth: "I don't believe the Grand Master would just give up like this! He must be planning something big, but we can't just wait around!" His eyes revealed anxiety and helplessness.

The young pageboy Shi Xiong clung tightly to Shi Feiyang's sword, crying out, "Young Master! Please come out! Everyone needs you!"

The child's voice was filled with fear and helplessness.

Lu Wending, known as "Sword of Tianshan," gripped his longsword tightly and said in a deep voice, "No matter what, we must find the Grand Master! Even if it means traversing the ends of the earth!" His junior sister, Blood Rakshasa, nodded in agreement, her eyes resolute.

Liu Pingsheng, Wu Zhenliang, and Ling Lanzhi exchanged worried glances. Liu Pingsheng said, "If the Grand Master doesn't show up soon, the Xiong Ying Society might fall apart!" Ming general Guo Shuyi paced back and forth anxiously, the military tally at his waist digging painfully into him.

He pulled back his cloak, revealing blood-stained chainmail beneath that gleaming coldly. His face was filled with anxiety: "Heroes, without Chief Master Shi's presence to quell this rebellion, my 30,000 iron cavalry would likely perish under the Miao poison! I've heard the court has dispatched three top experts from the capital south. If they discover that the Xiong Ying Society is leaderless, the consequences will be unimaginable. This martial world is likely to be engulfed in a bloodbath!"

His voice was filled with despair and helplessness, as if he could already see the tragic end that was about to come.

The room was deathly silent, save for the hollow echo of the copper bells on the eaves, which seemed to respond to the shouts of the crowd, or perhaps mourn the impending collapse of the situation. The entire headquarters of the Xiong Ying Society was shrouded in a suffocating atmosphere, with everyone's heart in their throats, waiting for the figure who could turn the tide.

"Boom!" Lie Quan unleashed the Qiankun Blade Technique, using his palm as a blade, and the powerful palm force slammed into the door.

The thick sandalwood door shattered with a crash, splintering wood. Inside, the room was neatly furnished, except for the half-dry ink on the table that read "Do not worry." The characters were vigorous yet carried a hint of desolation, as if the owner was troubled when writing them.

The Qingming Sword in Su Qinghan's hand clattered to the ground, her beautiful eyes widening: "The place is deserted? Could it be that the Wuyue family secretly..."

She dared not think any further, only feeling a chill creep up from the soles of her feet to her heart.

Yu Chenzi, one of the Seven Masters of Wudang, suddenly squatted down, his fingertips lightly touching the snow on the window frame, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper: "There are no footprints in the snow, and the lock on the back window is not moved." He looked at the incomplete sword manual on the wall, his pupils shrinking sharply, "With Chief Shi's martial arts skills, why would he need to go through the door to escape? There must be something very strange about this!"

In an instant, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, with only the cold wind swirling the fine snow in the empty room.

In the shadows, three figures dressed in black outfits appeared and disappeared.

Commander Xiang Yushan of the Embroidered Uniform Guard stroked the Embroidered Spring Blade at his waist, a sinister smile on his face: "The Xiong Ying Society will soon fall apart. Once they're in internal strife, we can wipe out this great threat to the martial world without lifting a finger!"

Kang Fusheng, the commander of the Imperial Guard's central army, turned his gilded thumb ring, his eyes flashing coldly: "When they are in internal strife, that will be the time for us to close the net. At that time, the Xiong Ying Society's foundation will belong entirely to the imperial court."

Only Lu Yuan, the deputy commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, gazed into the distance, his expression uncertain, muttering to himself, "How could someone like Shi Feiyang be so easily defeated? He must be plotting something; we cannot let our guard down."

Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang was inside the Divine Dragon Pagoda.

The pagoda was actually an exquisite ring, hidden in the middle finger of his left hand, and only he could see its contents.

Inside the Scripture Pavilion, sandalwood incense wafted through the air. Shi Feiyang sat cross-legged on a futon, his palms emanating three-colored true energy. Various martial arts manuals, such as the Nine Yin Manual, the Tai Xuan Scripture, and the Sacred Heart Manual, were scattered on the ground. Each manual exuded the ancient aura of time, telling the story of the rise and fall of the martial arts world.

The Nightingale Fairy held the book, her voice trembling: "Young Master, people outside are saying that you..."

"Shut up!" Shi Feiyang didn't even look up, his fingertips tracing the tadpole-like characters of the "Tai Xuan Jing". "Go and fetch the seventh volume of the 'Sacred Heart Manual'."

His voice was cold and hard, yet it couldn't hide a hint of weariness.

Fairy Biyan stared at the empty deerskin pouch at his waist, where the scabbard of the Heavenly Frost Blade had once been, now bulging with a strange black aura. She opened her mouth, but ultimately dared not speak, and silently retreated.

A sudden night breeze swept through the pavilion, blowing open the half-written poem that Shi Feiyang had casually penned. On the still-wet Xuan paper, the two characters "longing" were powerfully etched, yet he had scorched them with his profound inner strength. Those charred marks were the wounds in his heart that were difficult to heal.

While the crowd outside was still searching for clues in the snow, the sound of metal striking metal echoed from deep within the Sutra Repository.

Shi Feiyang casually picked up the paperweight on the table, and his true energy surged at his fingertips. The blue stone was shaved into a willow-leaf flying knife as easily as tofu.

He gazed at the waning moon outside the window and murmured softly, "Xiangyu, the day I master my divine skills will be the day I conquer the desert and welcome you back. Even if it means becoming an enemy of the world, I will not hesitate!"

At this moment, outside the temporary headquarters of the Xiong Ying Society inside Feima Pass in Bozhou, the sound of Guo Shuyi's horse hooves gradually faded into the distance.

He reined in his horse, gazing at the faint golden light on the horizon, and pulled a secret letter from his robes. The words "The three great masters of the capital have arrived in Bozhou" gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Meanwhile, the rehabilitation student in the shadows licked his lips, his embroidered spring knife unsheathed three inches, and an even greater storm was quietly brewing in the cold night.

The mystery of the disappearance of the Grand Master, the covetousness of the imperial court's experts, and the crisis of the war in Bozhou—all these mysteries and crises are intertwined, like a giant net that envelops the entire martial arts world of Bozhou.

As soon as Guo Shuyi's horse hooves disappeared into the howling wind and snow, 30,000 Imperial Guards surrounded Feima Pass like dark clouds pressing down on the city.

The white snow reflected the cold glint of the Embroidered Spring Blade, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air.

Kang Fusheng, the commander of the Imperial Guard's central army, turned his gilded thumb ring, his eyes flashing with a cold light: "The Xiong Ying Society is leaderless; it's time to nip it in the bud!"

Commander Xiang Yushan of the Embroidered Uniform Guard stroked his embroidered spring knife and said with a sinister smile, "I want to see them alive or dead. Don't let a single one escape!"

The December wind, carrying iron sand, turned Feima Pass into a desolate, silvery-white expanse.

Upon receiving the order, the Imperial Guards surged towards the temporary headquarters of the Xiong Ying Society inside Fei Ma Pass like a tidal wave.

Facing the attack from the Imperial Guards, Elder Liao Pei of the Xiong Ying Society roared, "The suppression of the rebellion isn't over yet! Is the court already discarding us after we've served our purpose?" His fiery temper flared as he met the onrushing Imperial Guards head-on. His Tongbei Fist technique, once unleashed, was like a dormant dragon suddenly awakening. His long arms stretched out like iron chains, his fists carrying the powerful force to split mountains and shatter rocks. Each strike generated a howling gale, sending the surrounding snowflakes flying backwards.

The fist shadows overlapped one after another, transforming into a dense, impenetrable iron curtain that sent piercing shrieks through the air wherever it passed.

He swiftly turned, his footwork shifting between feints and real strikes, like a monkey leaping and dodging. His long arms extended and retracted, perfectly embodying the essence of Tongbei Quan: "long reach and penetrating power." With a powerful strike, "Tongbei Mountain Split," his entire arm instantly grew three inches longer. The force of his punch was like a giant axe cleaving through the ground, carving a three-foot-deep trench. Frozen earth, mixed with snow, shot into the sky.

When "Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies" is unleashed, the arms spin like windmills, and the punches are continuous. Within a radius of three zhang, the Imperial Guards are all sent flying, crashing into the walls with a dull thud, and bricks and stones fall down.

Duan Kuai, a high-ranking member of the Imperial Guard, his black robes fluttering in the wind, pointed his right index finger toward the sky, a faint purple aura swirling around his fingertip. A cold smile played on his lips: "The Xiong Ying Society is nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs. Today, I'll show you the ultimate techniques of the Dali Duan family!"

Before he finished speaking, three jets of dark, gleaming finger energy shot out like meteors chasing the moon.

Wherever the wind passes, the accumulated snow instantly freezes into sharp icicles, shimmering with an eerie blue hue under the moonlight.

This is the "One-Finger Divine Skill" passed down by the Dali Duan family. After practicing the skill, one uses the right index finger to strike acupoints. The speed of the finger strike can be fast or slow. When fast, it is as swift as lightning. When slow, it is elegant and graceful. The finger strikes the acupoints with perfect accuracy.

Faced with Duan Kuai's attack, Liao Pei roared, "How dare a dignified official of the imperial court ambush a country bumpkin like me? What kind of behavior is this?" This old hero, who had roamed the martial world for decades, angrily swung his palms, his fists flying with fierce force, bringing with them bursts of energy.

Then, he angrily cursed, "A mere trifle!"

He spun around quickly, his fists flying everywhere, aiming straight for Duan Kuai's face.

Tongbei Quan emphasizes "long arms like apes, power penetrating a thousand pounds," and Liao Pei's punch actually shook the snow within a radius of three zhang into the air. Duan Kuai sneered, his figure flickering like a ghost.

He flicked his fingertips, and three sharp finger gusts of wind pierced through the air, colliding with the fist wind and producing a piercing roar.

"Tongbei Fist is powerful but lacks variation. Today, I will show you the wonders of 'One Finger'!" Before the words were finished, three more finger strikes shot out, weaving into a dense net of energy in the air.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Liao Pei shouted and unleashed the ultimate technique of Tongbei Fist, "Tongbei Mountain Opening".

This move was unleashed with all its might, the fist wind like a giant axe splitting a mountain, actually cleaving a gap in Duan Kuai's finger force.

However, his eagerness to win revealed a weakness in his ribs.

A ruthless glint flashed in Duan Kuai's eyes. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the energy bursting from his fingertips pierced the air like a sharp arrow.

With a "thud," three dark, gleaming fingers pierced deeply into Liao Pei's right ribs.

This "One-Finger Divine Skill" carried a unique, bone-chilling power, instantly eroding Liao Pei's internal organs along his blood vessels.

Liao Pei groaned and staggered. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the wound on his right rib was gaping open, like a tear ripped open by the claws of a ferocious beast. Blood gushed out, soaking through his dark blue outfit.

Amidst the wind and snow, a mist of blood rose up, intertwining with the falling snowflakes to create a tragic scene.

The intense pain caused veins to bulge on Liao Pei's forehead, and cold sweat mixed with snow water dripped down his sharply defined jawline.

But this old hero was not one to give up easily. He forced himself to cover his wound with his left hand, dark red blood seeping from between his fingers and dripping onto the snow at his feet, turning the white snow into a hideous crimson.

"It's not over yet!" Liao Pei gritted his teeth. Although his right fist was unsteady due to his injury, he still forcefully channeled his internal energy and swung it out with a whooshing sound. Wherever the fist passed, the splashed blood droplets drew scarlet arcs in the air, like a tragic battle song.

With each punch he threw, his wounds aggravated, causing the blood to flow even faster, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned ever brighter.

Seeing this, Duan Kuai sneered: "You old bastard, you're just making a last-ditch effort!"

He tapped his hands repeatedly, unleashing more than ten bursts of finger energy like a torrential rain.

Liao Pei swayed, but did not retreat an inch. His Tongbei Fist technique was impenetrable, and he managed to parry the barrage of finger strikes. His clothes were soaked in blood, and the snow beneath his feet was stained crimson, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, determined to fight the enemy to the death.

The fierce winds of December swept across Feima Pass, carrying iron sand and crushing the sounds of battle into dust.

Wu Hunyang's "Seventy-Two Hands of Dislocating Bones and Tendons" moved like a green snake emerging from its hole, the joints of his ten fingers making strange clicking sounds, each palm shadow carrying a subtle yet powerful force. Lie Quan's Qiankun Blade suddenly unsheathed, its blade light like a snow-white ribbon cutting through the air, carving a blazing white trail over ten feet long in the blizzard.

"A mere trick!" Lie Quan roared, knocking down icicles from the eaves. He then turned his blade and unleashed the "Heaven and Earth One-Slash Slash".

Wherever the blade's energy reached, the ground cracked open with a three-foot-deep ravine, and frozen soil mixed with snow shot into the sky.

Wu Hunyang, however, drifted away like a withered leaf in the wind. His palms suddenly transformed into swimming fish, swiftly probing into the gaps in the blade's movement, instantly seizing the "Yangchi" and "Waiguan" acupoints on Lie Quan's wrists.

"No matter how sharp the Qiankun Blade is, it can't cut through my soft strength!" Wu Hunyang grinned as his fingernails dug into Lie Quan's flesh.

Lie Quan felt as if his meridians were being bitten by thousands of ants. He tried to draw his sword but found his arms felt as if they were weighed down by a thousand pounds. With a few crisp sounds, his wrist bones shattered inch by inch under the twisting of the dislocated tendons and bones. The Qiankun Blade fell to the ground with a clang, splashing bright red blood on the snow.

Wu Hunyang pressed his advantage relentlessly, unleashing a powerful kick with his boot sole imbued with his inner strength.

Lie Quan was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string. The moment his back hit the city wall, fragments of blue bricks shattered and his coughed-up blood splattered at the same time.

He struggled to get up, but Wu Hunyang was already close by, his blood-stained fingertips glowing with a ghostly blue—he was about to strike his throat.

At the critical moment, the sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out in the air.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen carried Shi Xiong through the snow, and the Heavenly Silkworm Net rolled up like a reversed Milky Way, trapping Wu Hunyang in the center.

Although Shi Xiong was young, he wielded the White Rainbow Sword with great skill, aiming straight for his opponent's lower body. "You scoundrel! You hurt my brother, prepare to die!" Xie Wen swept his longsword horizontally, the sword energy carrying a chilling aura.

Despite being trapped in the net, Wu Hunyang remained calm. His "Dislocating Tendons and Bones Hand" technique transformed into a flurry of palm shadows, tearing countless holes in the silk net.

He sneered and retorted, "You little brat, you dare to try and stop a chariot?"

Xie Wen snorted coldly, suddenly lifted the person in the net into the air, and using the skillful force of the "Flying Willow and Light Smoke Technique," slammed Wu Hunyang hard against the city wall. With a loud "boom," half of the city wall collapsed.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Wu Hunyang bled from his mouth and nose, yet he still stubbornly insisted on fighting on.

Just then, a powerful palm strike pierced through the air.

Kang Sheng's palms glowed with a bluish-gray light, a testament to the martial arts technique "Fossil Divine Skill".

Before the palm strike even arrived, Xie Wen felt as if his skin was on fire; it was the legendary "Splitting Palm" with its unparalleled power!

"Watch out!" Without thinking twice, he threw down the Heavenly Silkworm Net and, with Shi Xiong in tow, soared into the sky like a startled swan.

The rehabilitation student's palm swept across the sole of his boot, cracking the ground in its wake and turning the snow into dust in an instant.

Looking at the mess below, Shi Xiong gripped his sword hilt tightly: "Brother Xie, we can't retreat!"

Xie Wen, knowing that the enemy was in the dark while he was in the light, whispered, "As long as we live, we can survive..."

Before the words were even finished, Wu Hunyang leaped up from the ruins, his Bone-Dislocating Hand technique, carrying the rubble, attacking again. Xie Wen retaliated by throwing out three bone-piercing nails, and while his opponent dodged, he threw down a Heavenly Silkworm Net, enveloping Lie Quan. Using his lightness skill, he lifted Lie Quan and floated in mid-air, saving Lie Quan's life.

Kang Sheng sneered, "None of the remnants of the Xiong Ying Society will escape!" He leaped into the air and chased after Xie Wen.

However, Xie Wen's "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill" is unparalleled in the world, and the rehabilitation students can only play a game of hide-and-seek with Xie Wen in mid-air.

The north wind whipped up shards of ice like thousands of steel needles, turning Feima Pass into a desolate, silvery-white landscape.

Xiao Lingling's twin swords danced in the night, the short sword like a serpent's tongue flicking, the long sword like a startled swan skimming the water, the two swords combined to create a snow-white curtain of blades around her. Opposite her, Wu Niu was clad in black iron armor, the air exploding where his fists passed, the accumulated snow being shaken and swirling in the air, clearly having mastered the "Seven Injury Fist" to perfection.

"The Seven Injury Fist injures the enemy a thousand, but also harms yourself eight hundred. Aren't you afraid of the backlash?" Xiao Lingling's eyebrows shot up, and her twin blades transformed into two white rainbows, aiming straight for her throat. She knew that every time this fist was used, it would injure her own body, and she only hoped to break its attack by striking with speed.

Wu Niu threw his head back and laughed wildly, revealing a set of gleaming white fangs: "In this chaotic world, if I can drag you, Xiong Ying, down with me, what does it matter if my meridians are severed!" Before he finished speaking, seven different colored energies condensed into a vortex in his palm. The red one was fierce, the blue one was gentle, and the black one was inward. He actually unleashed the seven layers of power of the "Seven Injury Fist" at the same time.

The moment fists and knives clashed, the world seemed to stand still.

Xiao Lingling suddenly felt a tremendous force coming from the blade, as if a mountain had collapsed.

She channeled her inner strength, wielding her twin swords in a defensive stance resembling "Mandarin Ducks Playing in the Water." Suddenly, Wu Niu's fist technique shifted, unleashing a subtle, venomous force that pierced through the blade barrier and struck her shoulder heavily. "Ah!" Xiao Lingling groaned, staggering backward. Her left shoulder swelled instantly, blood trickling down the blade and blooming like red plum blossoms on the snow.

Wu Niu pressed his advantage relentlessly, his figure closing in like a ghost, his fists carrying a stench of blood as they came: "You little wench, prepare to die!"

Xiao Lingling gritted her teeth and raised her knife to block. The Mandarin Duck Knives collided with the force of her fist, producing a piercing metallic clang.

The powerful recoil caused her hand to split open, and the long sword almost slipped from her grasp. The intense pain in her right wrist made it nearly impossible for her to hold the weapon.

At the critical moment, a sound of something cutting through the air suddenly rang out.

Shi Xiong lay on Xie Wen's back, and his poisoned horn cone shot towards Wu Niu's back like a shooting star.

Wu Niu sneered, dodging to the side to avoid a fatal blow. The poisoned spike grazed past his ear, drilling a hole about an inch deep in the city wall.

"You little brat, you dare to launch a sneak attack?" He threw a punch at Xie Wen with his backhand, but before the wind of the punch arrived, Xie Wen had already used the "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill" to retreat three zhang, leaving only two shallow footprints on the snow.

Taking the opportunity to regulate her breathing, Xiao Lingling noticed the cold sweat beading on Wu Niu's forehead and a thought flashed through her mind: "The Seven Injury Fist is indeed starting to backfire!"

She gritted her teeth, and suddenly abandoned defense for offense with her twin swords, unleashing the killing move "Partners in Branches" from the Mandarin Duck Sword Technique.

The long and short swords transformed into streaks of light, one attacking the upper body and the other the lower body, forcing Wu Niu to defend with a punch.

"You're courting death!" Wu Niu roared, unleashing the Seven Injury Fist with all his might once again.

This time, the seven forces surged like a tidal wave, actually condensing into a tangible fist shadow in the air.

Xiao Lingling felt her breath catch in her throat. She crossed her two swords in front of her chest, but heard a crisp "crack" as the force of the punch caused spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the swords. It felt as if she had been struck by a heavy hammer. A sweet taste rose in her throat, and blood spurted onto the blades.

Just as Wu Niu was about to deliver the fatal blow, Xie Wen suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost and thrust his long sword towards his "Dazhui" acupoint.

Wu Niu hastily returned to defense, and the force of his punch sent Xie Wen back several steps.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Xiong fired three more poisonous horn cones. Wu Niu dodged left and right, roaring continuously as he activated the Seven Injury Fist, his meridians bulging like small snakes: "Even if I die today, I will take you all with me!" The force of his fist surged three times, cracking the ground inch by inch, turning the snow into dust wherever it passed. Xiao Lingling, Xie Wen, and Shi Xiong exchanged glances and simultaneously used their lightness skills to retreat.

"Boom!" Wu Niu's fist struck empty air, blasting a crater more than ten feet deep into the ground.

The north wind, carrying snowflakes with the metallic smell, turned Pegasus Pass into a blood-red battlefield.

Wu Zhong's palms flew, the "Subduing Demon Palm" carrying the powerful internal force of the "Six Harmonies True Scripture," each strike generating a shockwave ten feet high. Opposite him, Wu Bo's seven longswords spun in the air, the "Seven Skills Locking Heart Sword" formation dancing like silver snakes, the sword light weaving into an impenetrable net of death.

"You think you can trap me with your sword formation?" Wu Zhong roared, his palm strike as powerful as a giant axe, forcefully cleaving a gap in the sword net.

Wu Bo sneered, and the seven swords suddenly changed formation, their tips emitting a ghostly blue light: "Try and see!"

In an instant, seven sword energies emerged like serpents from their holes, heading straight for Wu Zhong's vital points.

At the same time, the three thousand disciples of the Xiong Ying Society formed the "Seventeen Forms of Miao Sword Armor Breaking" battle formation.

This battle formation was created by the heroine Qi Meizhen, specifically designed to break through heavy armor. At this moment, three thousand Miao swords were unsheathed simultaneously, their blades gleaming in the snow, exuding a chilling aura. "Kill!" With a command, the battle formation spun like a meat grinder, the Miao swords flashing and creating a storm of blood and gore.

The Embroidered Spring Blade Formation of the Imperial Guards was equally impressive; amidst the unified shouts of battle, the blades flashed like a dense forest, impenetrable to any other formation.

However, the Miao swords of the Xiong Ying Society disciples are cunning and ruthless, specializing in attacking the lower body, and can often sever the legs of the enemy before the sword reaches them.

Some had half their heads sliced ​​off by Miao swords, their blood splattering on their companions' faces; others had their bellies ripped open by the blades, their intestines spilling out onto the ground, yet they still gripped their embroidered spring knives and charged forward.

"Ah!" A Jinyiwei (Imperial Guard) screamed as he fell into a pool of blood. His legs had been severed at the root by a Miao sword, and his hands were still crawling desperately on the snow, leaving a long trail of blood behind him. Another Xiong Yinghui (Heroic Cherry Blossom Society) disciple was about to deliver the final blow when he was shot in the throat by a hidden arrow. He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, still clutching his Miao sword tightly.

Wu Zhong fought with increasing ferocity, and the power of his "Subduing Demon Palm" grew ever stronger, even causing Wu Bo's sword formation to vibrate and hum.

But Wu Bo was no ordinary person either. Suddenly, the seven swords merged into one, transforming into a streak of sword light that pierced straight at Wu Zhong's face.

Wu Zhong had no time to dodge, so he had to use both palms to block the sword.

"Pfft!" Wu Zhong spat out a mouthful of blood, a deep wound that exposed bone was cut into his chest.

But he burst into laughter: "That was exhilarating! Again!" With that, disregarding his injuries, he channeled all his inner strength and unleashed the killing move of the "Subduing Demon Palm," "Ten Thousand Rivers Facing the Sea." Wherever the palm wind passed, the air emitted a piercing shriek, and Wu Bo's sword formation was shattered by this palm strike.

Wu Bo's expression changed drastically, and the seven swords flew out, one of which pierced the chest of a Jinyiwei (Imperial Guard).

The Imperial Guard stared wide-eyed at the hilt of the sword in front of his chest in disbelief, then slowly collapsed onto the snow.

Wu Bo seized the opportunity to use his lightness skill to retreat, but Wu Zhong caught up with him and slapped him on the back.

"Ugh!" Wu Bo spat out a mouthful of blood and fell heavily to the ground. He struggled to get up, only to find Wu Zhong already standing in front of him.

"Any last words?" Wu Zhong asked coldly.

Wu Bo gave a bitter laugh: "The Embroidered Uniform Guard... will not let you go..." Before he could finish speaking, he died.

Seeing this, Kang Sheng abandoned his pursuit of Xie Wen, Shi Xiong, and Xiao Lingling, and used his "fossil magic" to pounce on Wu Zhong.

Wu Zhong used his "Subduing Demon Palm" to fight him, but he found it extremely difficult. After just one move, he was at a disadvantage and found it very difficult to cope.

The north wind, carrying shards of ice, howled and swirled over the ruins of Feima Pass.

Wu Zhong's palms surged with the crimson-gold internal energy of the Six Harmonies True Scripture. When he unleashed the "Subduing Demon Palm," it brought forth gusts of wind, but the moment it touched Kang Fusheng's bluish-gray palm shadow, it vanished without a trace, like a mud ox entering the sea.

The fingers of the rehabilitation student, who was turning the gilded thumb ring, gleamed with an eerie metallic luster. Wherever his "Fossil Divine Skill" passed, bricks and stones crumbled into dust, and even the falling snowflakes condensed into sharp ice crystals in the air.

"You dare to show off your meager skills before an expert!" Kang Fusheng sneered, his palms slamming out with a dragon's roar. Wu Zhong felt an immense force like a mountain pressing down on him, a metallic taste rising in his throat. He staggered back three steps, leaving three half-foot-deep footprints in the snow.

His clothes were ripped to shreds by the force of his internal energy, revealing a chest covered in bruises, each wound as gruesome as if branded with raw iron. At the critical moment, Xiao Lingling's Mandarin Duck Blades transformed into two blood-red streaks that pierced through the air.

Blood from her left shoulder wound soaked half of her clothes, yet she gritted her teeth and unleashed the "Seven Fiends Blade Technique."

The short knife flicked like a venomous snake, the long knife darted across the water like a startled swan; seven blade shadows intertwined to form a net, aiming straight for Kang Fusheng's throat.

"Stop your madness, you scoundrel!" Her sharp shout was laced with heavy breathing. The razor-sharp sound of the blade cutting through the air clashed with Kang Fusheng's cold laughter, producing a piercing metallic clang.

As Kang Sheng struck out with his palm, the wind from his palm collided with the Mandarin Duck Blades. Xiao Lingling felt her tiger's mouth go numb, and the long knife almost slipped from her hand.

She quickly channeled her inner energy, and her twin swords suddenly changed their stance, unleashing the deadly move "Blood Shadow Chain" from the "Seven Fiends Sword Technique".

Seven blades of light spun like wheels, weaving a blood-red curtain of blades around Kang Sheng's body.

However, Kang Sheng did not dodge or evade, letting the blade strike his body, which produced a sound like metal clashing against stone.

"Is that all you've got?" Kang Sheng smiled sinisterly, and suddenly five streaks of blue light shot out from his fingertips.

Wu Zhong shouted and unleashed his full power with the "Subduing Demon Palm," only to see the palm force collide with the azure light, erupting in a deafening roar.

The blast wave whipped up the surrounding snow, revealing spiderweb-like cracks in the ground.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xiao Lingling lunged forward, thrusting her Mandarin Duck Knives straight at Kang Fusheng's ribs, only to find that his skin suddenly became as hard as steel, leaving only a shallow white mark when the blade touched it.

Kang Sheng grabbed Xiao Lingling's dagger with a backhand swift movement. "Shatter!" With a roar, the dagger shattered inch by inch in his hand. Xiao Lingling's expression changed drastically, and as she retreated hastily, Kang Sheng's "Fossil Divine Skill" was already upon her.

Upon seeing this, Wu Zhong rushed forward without hesitation, unleashing the "Subduing Demons Triple Waves" technique with both palms.

The three powerful palm strikes overlapped, yet only forced Kang Fusheng to take a half-step back.

"You're courting death!" Kang Sheng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his palms moved like lightning, instantly striking seven major acupoints on Wu Zhong's body.

Wu Zhong groaned, spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed on the snow.

Xiao Lingling cried out in despair, raised her last remaining longsword, and unleashed the ultimate killing move of the "Seven Fiends Blade Technique," "Blood Washing the Universe."

He transformed into a blood-red whirlwind, but the moment he touched Kang Fusheng, he was struck on the back by the other party's palm.

She flew backward like a kite with a broken string, leaving a long trail of blood on the snow.

The rehabilitation student slowly approached, his bluish-gray hand radiating an aura of death: "Remnants of the Male Cherry Blossom Society, today is your death day!"

Wu Zhong struggled to get up, only to find that all the meridians in his body had been sealed off.

As death drew ever closer, the couple exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with resolute determination.

Just then, a long howl suddenly came from afar.

Shi Xiong, wielding the White Rainbow Sword, charged forward alongside Xie Wen.

Xie Wen's longsword unleashed seven cold stars, while Shi Xiong's precious sword swept out a sky full of sword shadows.

As Kang Sheng watched the enemy approach once again, a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and his bluish-gray palm strike grew even stronger.

However, Xie Wen and Shi Xiong were clever. They only wanted to give Wu Zhong and Xiao Lingling a chance to catch their breath and escape. They would not actually fight with a top expert like Kang Fusheng. They retreated in a flash, which made Kang Fusheng furious.

Before the members of the Xiong Ying Society could catch their breath, even more Imperial Guards surged in like a tide.

"Form ranks!" With a loud shout, the Miao Dao Armor-Piercing Seventeen-Style Battle Formation began to rotate once again.

Amidst the flashing swords and clashing blades, people fell one after another, their blood staining the snow a dark red, and severed limbs scattered everywhere.

"Killing one is enough, killing two is a bonus!" A disciple of the Xiong Ying Society brandished a Miao sword, frantically hacking at the surrounding Imperial Guards. He had already been stabbed several times, his clothes soaked in blood, but the killing intent in his eyes grew even stronger.

Finally, he died from exhaustion, but he took three Imperial Guards with him in death.

The battle grew increasingly fierce, with both sides fighting with bloodlust.

Although the disciples of the Xiong Ying Society were brave, they gradually became overwhelmed by the heavy encirclement of the Imperial Guards.

The Miao Dao Armor-Piercing Seventeen Forms battle formation also showed signs of weakness, with disciples falling one after another.

But not a single person backed down. They defended the dignity of the Xiong Ying Society with their lives, composing a tragic battle song under the cold pass.

The north wind, carrying snow grains as sharp as iron sand, tore the banners on the walls of Feima Pass into strips of cloth.

The "Nine Luminaries Dividing Light Formation" formed by 30,000 Imperial Guards surrounded them like an impregnable fortress. Their Embroidered Spring Blades gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light under the moonlight. The qi circulated within the formation, even pulverizing the falling snowflakes.

The members of the Xiong Ying Society leaned against the pass, their breath, white and bloody, condensing into an eerie purple mist in the cold night.

Lu Wending twirled his longsword, creating nine sword flowers, unleashing the "Snow Shadow Chain" technique of the Tianshan Swordplay. The sword energy swept away the attacks of the three Imperial Guards. "How dare you lay a finger on the sword of the Tianshan lineage!" His sword-like eyebrows shot up, and his Taoist robe was torn by the sword energy.

With a sharp cry, Blood Rakshasa unleashed the "Crow Skimming the Water" sword technique, thrusting diagonally with the sword tip like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, specifically targeting the lower body.

Two Imperial Guards were unable to dodge in time, their kneecaps shattered with a "crack," and they screamed as they fell into pools of blood. The crimson blood quickly seeped into the snow, resembling blooming red plum blossoms.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen carried Shi Xiong on his back as they strode through the snow, their silken nets weaving a silver screen in the air.

With a few crisp clangs, all the incoming crossbow bolts were caught.

With a flick of his longsword, a cold glint flashed, and three Imperial Guards suffered ruptured throats, their blood splattering onto the snow and congealing into droplets in the cold wind. "If you want to harm my disciples, you'll have to get past me first!" He lightly touched the eaves with his toes, his figure moving like a ghost through the enemy ranks. Shi Xiong on his back wielded the White Rainbow Sword, thrusting it out intermittently, instantly paralyzing those struck.

Miao Menlong, the "divine archer," drew his bowstring taut like a full moon, and seven bone-piercing nails shot out, piercing the enemy's throat with a sharp whistling sound.

The plum blossom dart thrown by Shan Zhi spun like a blade, drawing a scarlet arc in the snow. Wherever it passed, blood bloomed on the faces of the imperial guards, and screams of agony followed.

But the Embroidered Uniform Guard's "Nine Luminaries Dividing Light Formation" advanced layer by layer, like a tide forcing them to the corner of the city wall.

Yu Xuzi, the leader of the Seven Masters of Wudang, looked at the fierce battle in the "slaughterhouse" and his hand holding the long sword trembled slightly.

The robes of his six junior brothers behind him had been torn by sword energy, and the Wudang sword formation spun outside the formation but dared not enter. "It's not that we are unwilling to help, but it is the foundation of Wudang's century-old legacy..." Before he could finish speaking, Yu Yangzi had already turned and left, and the seven figures gradually disappeared in the wind and snow, leaving only the residual energy of the Wudang sword formation plowing deep furrows in the snow. (End of this chapter)