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

Blood seeped from Master Tongzhen's clasped hands, and three of the eighteen monks who formed the "Vajra Subduing Demon Formation" had already fallen.

"Amitabha, the reputation of Shaolin... retreat!" He sighed, slamming his staff heavily on the ground, and led the remaining monks to retreat into the street corner, leaving only a mess of stick shadows and a few blood-stained corpses on the ground.

The Emei heroine Su Qinghan wielded her Qingming sword like a snow-white ribbon, the tip aimed directly at Kang Fusheng's face: "Chief Shi saved my life, and today I will be shattered to pieces!" Kang Fusheng grinned maliciously, unleashing his "Fossil Divine Skill" with both palms, turning bricks and stones into dust wherever he touched.

The Azure Sword collided with the palm strike, unleashing a deafening roar. Su Qinghan was forced back three steps, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Lu Wending's sword energy gradually weakened, and the whirlwind whipped up by Xiang Yushan's "Wind Pillar Skill" tore his robe to shreds.

"Senior brother, be careful!" Blood Rakshasa swung her sword to block Lu Wending, but was struck in the back by Lü Yuan's "Frosty Palm." She groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood, which bloomed like red plum blossoms on the snow.

Liu Pingsheng, Wu Zhengliang, and Ling Lanzhi formed the "Three Talents Sword Formation." Amidst the flashing sword light, their blades were shattered inch by inch by Kang Fusheng's powerful palm strike.

With a "thud," Liu Pingsheng was pierced through the chest by the Embroidered Spring Blade, and blood splattered on Wu Zhenliang's face.

Wu Zhenliang roared and grabbed the blade with his bare hands. His palms were slashed and bloodied, but he still managed to pull the enemy in front of him and smash his head against the enemy's nose, dying together with a member of the Imperial Guard.

Ling Lanzhi had exhausted her plum blossom darts. She drew her soft sword from her waist and took an unorthodox approach, but was surrounded and attacked by three Imperial Guards. She was stabbed repeatedly and finally collapsed from exhaustion. Her soft sword was stuck in the snow, and the hilt was still trembling slightly.

At this moment, the snow in front of Feima Pass had been stained dark red, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere.

Despite being covered in wounds, none of the members of the Sakura Clan retreated.

They stood back to back in a circular formation, blood dripping from their weapons and pooling into small pools of blood at their feet.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard's "Nine Luminaries Dividing Light Formation" tightened further and further, and the cold light of the Embroidered Spring Blade flickered like the forked tongue of a venomous snake in the cold night, making an even more brutal battle seem inevitable.

Snowflakes carrying bits of flesh and limbs swirled in the air, turning the area before Pegasus Pass into a hellish inferno. The members of the Male Cherry Blossom Society leaned against the broken wall, Su Qinghan's Azure Nether Sword was riddled with nicks, and Blood Rakshasa's embroidered shoes creaked and crunched in the frozen blood.

The "Nine Luminaries Dividing Light Formation," formed by 30,000 Imperial Guards, tightened like an iron barrel. At the formation's core, Kang Fusheng turned his gilded thumb ring and sneered, "Today, let the Xiong Ying Society turn into dust of history!"

Just as everyone's true energy was about to be exhausted, the ring on Shi Feiyang's left middle finger suddenly exploded with thousands of golden rays.

The light rain poured down like a waterfall, reflecting the icy blue true energy flowing around him, which condensed in the void into nine faintly visible ice dragons.

Shi Feiyang stared at the mess on the ground, his pupils flashing with a cold light. The moment he activated the "Shocking Calamity" divine skill, the air within a ten-zhang radius instantly froze. Dozens of Imperial Guards remained frozen in place, their sword-wielding postures frozen in place, the blood beneath their skin freezing into purplish-black ice pillars. Then, with a crisp "crack," they shattered into countless crystalline ice shards on the ground.

"You bandit leader surnamed Shi, the Duan family of Dali is here, how dare you be so insolent!" Duan Kuai roared, and three finger strikes glowing with a faint purple light pierced through the air. Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and his Mingyu Gong was activated to the peak of the twelfth level. His right palm cleaved out "Hundred Victories Blade Technique - Severing the Sky" like a giant axe.

The fierce wind from the blade collided with the force of the fingers, and the explosion caused bricks and stones from the city wall to fall in a clatter.

Duan Kuai's "One Finger" was cleaved as thin as paper, and Shi Feiyang's palm strike, undiminished, transformed into an angry dragon that charged straight at his throat.

Duan Kuai felt his blood and qi being locked by an invisible blade aura. He tried to circulate his energy but heard a crisp "crack" sound. In the instant his throat bone shattered, he saw the chilling killing intent in Shi Feiyang's eyes. Then he collapsed into the snowdrift, his brains mixed with blood staining the white snow red.

In less than a single move, Duan Kuai was killed by Shi Feiyang. The disciples of the Xiong Ying Society were immediately invigorated and fought bravely, launching a counterattack against the Imperial Guards.

Wu Hunyang's "Seventy-Two Hands of Dislocating Bones and Tendons" was like a serpent coiling around Shi Feiyang's clothes, but suddenly he felt a mountain-like force coming from him.

Shi Feiyang countered with a palm strike, "Hundred Victories Saber Technique - Slaying the Mortal World," and the air whistled as the palm wind passed through.

Wu Hunyang screamed and flew backward, smashing three flagpoles along the way. When he landed, all his bones were reduced to dust, and his internal organs gushed out from his seven orifices, spreading out a scarlet human shape on the snow.

Wu Niu grinned maliciously, and seven different colored energies gathered in his palm to form a vortex: "You bandit leader surnamed Shi, let me show you the power of your grandfather's Seven Injury Fist!"

Shi Feiyang was a step faster, his figure closing in like a ghost, unleashing a series of "Hundred Victories Blade Technique - Shattering Stars". The palm shadows overlapped, actually forcibly repelling Wu Niu's fist force back into his body.

Seven streams of energy raged through Wu Niu's meridians, causing him to bleed from all seven orifices. He roared in despair, "Impossible..." Before he could finish speaking, he exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and bits of flesh rained down on the faces of the Imperial Guards.

Just as Wu Bao's younger brother, Wu Nang, finished weaving his "Seven-Skill Heart-Locking Sword" into a silver net, Shi Feiyang had already transformed into a blur and rushed into the formation.

"Hundred Victories Blade Technique - Sweeping Heaven and Earth!" Amidst the crisscrossing blade energy, the seven longswords shattered inch by inch, and sharp fragments rained down in all directions.

Seven bloody holes instantly appeared on Wu Nang's chest, his meridians were shredded by the sword energy, and he spat out blood unwillingly. When he fell to the ground, he still gripped the broken sword tightly in his hand.

Kang Shengsheng, Xiang Yushan, and Lü Yuan's expressions changed drastically, and they all used their lightness skills to fly backward.

Shi Feiyang's true energy surged, and although he did not have the Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand, he used his palm as a blade, and the blade's light surged three zhang. "Hundred Victories Blade Technique - Heaven and Earth Live Together!" Nine ice-blue blade energies rose into the sky like nine ancient dragons, and wherever they passed, the runes of the "Nine Luminaries Dividing Light Array" collapsed.

More than three thousand Imperial Guards were pierced by the blade's energy; some were cut in half at the waist, others were nailed to the city wall, and blood flowed along the winding path of the ice dragon, forming a scarlet stream on the ground. The remaining twenty thousand Imperial Guards scattered like birds and beasts, scrambling away in terror.

Shi Feiyang stood atop the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, his clothes fluttering in the wind, with piles of severed limbs at his feet.

He surveyed the surviving Imperial Guards, his voice as cold as ice: "Anyone who dares to touch the Xiong Ying Society, no matter how far away, will be punished!"

The wind whipped his long hair, and the distant neighing of warhorses echoed, but no one dared to take another step forward.

The snow continues to fall, but it can no longer stain the blood-soaked ground white.

The north wind whipped up snowflakes that lashed against the crumbling walls of Pegasus Pass like iron filings. The members of the Sakura Society gathered around a makeshift medical tent. Wounded people lay scattered on the ground, the mingled scents of herbs and blood mingling in the cold wind.

Xie Wenzheng fed the "Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill" into the mouth of the wounded, while Shi Xiong squatted to the side, his small hands trembling as he bandaged the bleeding wounds of the injured.

Liao Pei, the "Tongbei Fist" expert, leaned on a broken piece of wood, dark red blood seeping from the bandage on his right side. His neck, with its bulging veins, was red with anger: "The imperial court is so heartless! In the dead of winter, before the rebellion is even over, they turn their swords against us. Do they think I, Xiong Ying, am a lamb to the slaughter? I will not be a gentleman if I do not avenge this grudge!" He slammed the broken piece of wood onto the ground, causing the snow to fly up and icicles to fall from the withered branches.

Lie Quan, wielding the "Qiankun Blade," had a white cloth wrapped around his right arm. A piercing pain shot through his fractured wrist. He kicked away a nearby rock, and the blade, half an inch from its sheath, gleamed coldly. "Return to the headquarters! Reorganize the troops immediately! This Qiankun Blade of mine was originally meant to slay all wicked villains. Now, I'll take the head of this corrupt official!" As he spoke, ignoring his pain, he swung the blade into the air, cleaving a half-zhang-long gash in the snow curtain.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong supported his wife Xiao Lingling, noticing the deep wound on her shoulder that exposed bone, and her bloodshot eyes: "I've spent half my life in the martial world, and I've never suffered such a humiliation! We're not going to clean up the mess in Bozhou! But the blood debt of the Embroidered Uniform Guard must be repaid with their heads!" His palms clenched unconsciously, leaving several deep finger marks on the stone wall.

Xiao Lingling, wielding the "Mandarin Duck Blades," gritted her teeth and endured the pain. The half-broken Mandarin Duck Blade in her hand trembled slightly as blood dripped from the blade and exploded on the snow. "How could those brothers who died tragically die in vain? Even if I, Xiao Lingling, give my last breath, I will make the imperial court know that the blades of the Xiong Ying Society are tempered with the blood of our enemies!" She suddenly coughed violently, and blood splattered on the snow like blooming red plum blossoms.

Miao Menlong, the "Divine Archer," slammed the broken bowstring to the ground, ripped open his shirt to reveal his chest riddled with arrow wounds: "Suppressing the rebellion, suppressing the rebellion, and in the end, I'm treated like a traitor! From this day forward, my arrows will no longer be aimed at the rebels, but will be used to take the throats of the imperial court's lackeys!"

As he spoke, he emptied all the arrows from his quiver and smashed them on the snow, the splinters embedding themselves in the snow like angry thorns.

Dan Zhi, wiping the blood from his plum blossom darts, suddenly drove one dart into a wooden pillar: "Staying here means certain death? No! We'll fight back! With these plum blossom darts, I'll show those scoundrels what it means to die instantly!"

His voice was filled with a manic killing intent, and his eyes burned with the flames of revenge.

Lu Wending, known as "Tianshan Sword," sheathed his longsword and then suddenly drew it out, the blade still bearing traces of undried blood.

He cleaved the stone bench beside him with a single sword stroke: "Chief Shi! It's not that we're afraid to fight, but the imperial court has gone too far! If we don't get justice, I'd rather die by my own hand with this Tianshan sword!"

The Blood Rakshasa beside him drew his sword with a clang, its sword aura as sharp as frost: "Senior brother is right! I, the Blood Rakshasa, swear I will not return to the mountain until I have razed the Embroidered Uniform Guard's lair to the ground!"

Ling Lanzhi gazed at her fellow disciples groaning in pain inside the medical tent, then suddenly grabbed a longsword from the ground, its tip pointing straight to the sky: "Our lives are not worthless! From this day forward, the swords of the Xiong Ying Society will only sing for revenge!"

Her voice was trembling with tears, yet incredibly firm, as tears mixed with snow water streamed down her face.

The crowd erupted in a cacophony of voices, their anger palpable, as if the air inside the tent were about to burst into flames.

Shi Feiyang was surrounded by faint true energy, and mysterious runes flowed around the ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

His gaze swept over the crowd like lightning, and he said in a deep voice, "Brothers and sisters, I, Shi Feiyang, understand the anger and grievances in your hearts. The court's actions are truly heartless and treacherous!"

Liao Pei glared angrily, leaning on the broken log as he took a step forward: "Chief, do you still want us to stay here and continue to be slaughtered?" His voice trembled with excitement, as if he had used up all his strength.

Shi Feiyang let out a long roar that shook the surrounding area, his robe billowing up like waves of snow: "Elder Liao! If we leave now, we will be true cowards! The people of Bozhou are suffering terribly, the rebels have not been quelled, and if we just leave, how are we any different from those corrupt officials? The prestige of the Xiong Ying Society is not earned by retreating!" He pointed into the distance, as if he could see the suffering people through the wind and snow.

Lie Quan sneered, crossing his bandaged hand over his chest: "The Grand Master makes it sound so easy! How will you explain the deaths and injuries of our brothers?"

Shi Feiyang suddenly ripped open his shirt, revealing a hideous old scar on his chest: "Confess? My life, Shi Feiyang's life, was already bought with the lives of my brothers! Today, I am willing to fight to the death! After the rebellion is quelled, I will turn against the court! If anyone retreats, they will step over my dead body!" He suddenly swung his fist, and the air exploded.

He surveyed the crowd, his eyes resolute: "Since we're here, let's make the best of it! Once the rebellion is quelled, I, Shi Feiyang, am willing to join forces with all my brothers and sisters to fight back against the Imperial Guards and avenge our fallen comrades! Let the court know that the dignity of the Xiong Ying Society cannot be trampled upon!"

Seeing that the crowd still had doubts, Shi Feiyang raised his head and said loudly, "Please listen to my own poem, 'Man Jiang Hong: A Hero's Tale': A lone plume of smoke rises from the desert, who can question the hero's courage? Frosty blades, the roar of dragons and tigers, their spirit swallows mountains. A chivalrous spirit upholds righteousness, a loyal heart shines brightly like the stars and moon. Though the road ahead may be filled with countless storms, I will face the imperial palace! The suffering of the common people is a knot in my heart; injustice will be settled in my hands. See where the banners point, all demons and monsters will vanquish. I will not regret shedding blood for the mountains and rivers, my name will be etched in history, no need for further explanation. In the years to come, I will restore order to the world, and face the imperial palace!"

He cleared his throat and began to recite aloud, his voice booming like a bell, each word powerful and resonant.

As the crowd listened to these stirring words, their passion was gradually ignited, and the hesitation in their eyes slowly turned into determination.

The heroes then joined in reciting "Man Jiang Hong: The Hero's Tale": "A lone plume of smoke rises from the desert, who can question the hero's courage? Frosty blades, the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers, their spirit swallows mountains. Unyielding chivalry upholds righteousness, their loyal hearts shine brightly like stars and moon. Though the road ahead may be fraught with countless storms, they will face the imperial palace! The suffering of the common people is a knot in their hearts; injustices will be settled in their hands. See where the banners point, all demons and monsters will vanquish. Blood will stain the mountains and rivers, yet they will not regret it; their names will be etched in history, need no further explanation. In the years to come, they will restore order to the old order, and face the imperial palace!"

The north wind howled through the ruins of Pegasus Pass, carrying shards of ice. In front of the medical tent where the members of the Xiong Ying Society were gathered, the smell of blood mixed with the aroma of herbs condensed in the cold air.

Liao Pei leaned against a broken piece of wood, blood dripping from his bandages onto the snow, turning the surroundings a dark red; Lie Quan gripped his crippled hand, his knuckles white with anger; Xiao Lingling leaned against her husband, blood still seeping from the wound on her shoulder, soaking half of her clothes.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps on snow came from afar. The frost and snow on the robes of the Seven Masters of Wudang had not yet melted. The whisk in Yuxuzi's hand was covered with icicles. The Fifteen Shaolin monks used their staffs to push off the ground, carving deep marks in the snow.

A commotion immediately arose in the crowd. Liao Pei, the "Tongbei Fist" expert, snorted coldly and turned his head to the side; Shan Zhi, the "Plum Blossom Dart" expert, spat out a mouthful of blood and muttered, "Why didn't you do this earlier!"

Yu Xuzi gazed at the mess on the ground, his snow-white eyebrows trembling. He took two steps forward first, his voice booming like a bell, yet unable to conceal his guilt: "Chief Shi, the entire Wudang sect is truly sorry! Because of our sect's long-standing ties with the imperial court, we dared not act rashly..."

Before he could finish speaking, Blood Rakshasa had already drawn her longsword, the tip pointing directly at Yu Xuzi: "Easy for you to say! When my senior brother was severely injured by the Embroidered Uniform Guard while protecting his fellow disciples, what was your relationship then?"

Yu Chenzi gazed at the wounded groaning in pain inside the medical tent, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice trembling: "Heroes, the actions of the Embroidered Uniform Guard are truly unforgivable! But the people of Bozhou are suffering terribly, and the rebels have not yet been quelled. If we were to..." "Shut up!" Liao Pei coughed violently, causing blood to gush from the wound on his right side. "You can just leave, but our brothers will have to pay with their lives!"

Shi Feiyang slowly walked out from the crowd, his icy blue true energy faintly visible around him, and mysterious runes flowing around the ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

He bowed deeply, his gaze sweeping over the Seven Masters of Wudang and the Shaolin monks: "Master Yuxu, Master Tongzhen, I know all too well that the sects of the martial world are not free to act as they please." He turned to look at the devastated battlefield, his voice suddenly rising, "But at this moment, the rebels are rampant, and the people are displaced. If even we are torn apart, who in this world can uphold justice?"

Master Tongzhen clasped his hands together, the prayer beads spinning between his fingers, and sighed, “Amitabha, although I have led the monks to retreat, I am still uneasy. Chief Shi has the well-being of all people on his mind, and I am willing to lead the Shaolin monks to do my best to quell the rebellion.”

Several whip marks were visible beneath his robe, indicating that he had also been ambushed by the Embroidered Uniform Guard during his retreat. Upon seeing this, Yu Xuzi flicked his whisk, his sleeves billowing: "The Seven Heroes of Wudang swear today! After the rebellion is quelled, we will join forces with the Xiong Ying Society to punish the Embroidered Uniform Guard!"

He turned to the members of the Xiong Ying Society, his gaze sincere, "Our retreat just now was truly our fault. However, the Wudang sword techniques 'Two Elements Sword Technique' and 'Cotton Palm' are both skilled at healing people, and we are willing to help the injured to regulate their meridians."

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong, supporting his wife Xiao Lingling, sneered, "That sounds nice, but who knows if it's just a delaying tactic?"

Shi Feiyang raised his hand to stop him, and took out a yellowed manual from his pocket: "This 'Marrow Cleansing Classic' is a treasure of Shaolin. Master Tongzhen is willing to lend it to us to heal our injuries."

He then took out a jade tablet engraved with the Wudang Mountain pattern. "Master Yuxu has already gifted me the formula for Wudang's 'Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill'." Everyone was shocked. Blood Rakshasa sheathed her sword, biting her lip and turning her head away; Liao Pei's grip on the broken wood loosened slightly. Shi Xiong suddenly emerged from the crowd, looking up at his little face and saying, "Big brothers, stop arguing! Brother Xie said that more people mean more strength!"

He held up the bamboo tube in his hand, "This is wound medicine brought by the Wudang Taoist priests!" Shi Feiyang looked into the boy's clear eyes and laughed loudly, "That's right! The Xiong Ying Society has never distinguished between sects, only chivalry matters!"

He clasped his hands in a fist and looked around at the crowd, "If you trust me, then let's focus on suppressing the rebellion first. Once the people are at peace, we will then seek retribution from the imperial court!"

The Seven Masters of Wudang and the Shaolin monks returned the greeting with clasped hands. Yu Yangzi stepped forward and said, "Chief Shi is benevolent and righteous. Wudang is willing to obey your orders!"

Among the crowd, the tense shoulders of the Xiong Ying Society disciples gradually relaxed. Miao Menlong, the "Divine Archer," silently picked up the broken bowstring and began to rewind it. Ling Lanzhi sheathed her longsword and turned to walk towards the medical tent.

Shi Feiyang patted Shi Xiong on the shoulder: "Go, take the Taoist priests to their accommodations."

He looked at the still somewhat stiff crowd and said loudly, "Brothers and sisters, I will go and visit the wounded now. Tomorrow, we will regroup and fight again!" After saying that, he strode towards the medical tent, the snowflakes stirred up by his clothes drawing a silvery arc in the air, just like the dawn before sunrise, piercing the gloom of the cold night.

The north wind, carrying ice shards, pierced everyone's faces like steel needles. Zhong Renwang, the leader of the Beggars' Clan, had his filthy clothes covered in blood and ice. He gripped the snow tightly, and the blood seeping from his fingernails left a hideous dark red trail behind him.

Master Dugu Yan of Mingjian Villa leaned against her broken sword, panting heavily. Her high-pitched voice trembled in the cold wind: "How... how could Shi Feiyang be so strong? Thirty thousand Imperial Guards have been defeated and killed!"

"Shut up!" "Poisonous Hand Nuwa" Li Wuduo suddenly kicked away the frozen blood clot at her feet, her bright red rouge mixed with cold sweat, turning bluish-white in the moonlight. She flung out three poisoned silver needles, which slammed into the tree stump with a "bang": "If you hadn't sworn that Shi Feiyang was in seclusion, why would we have bothered getting involved in this mess? Now look what's happened, we didn't get the imperial reward, and instead we're going to lose our lives!"

Suddenly, a scaly hand emerged from beneath the Blood Lord's black robes, the surrounding black mist distorted and warped by the cold wind: "I told you long ago that following the imperial court would lead to no good end! Shi Feiyang's 'Shocking Calamity' divine skill has clearly reached a profound level."

Before he could finish speaking, Beggar Clan Elder Ding Hong roared and pounced forward, his iron-like hand gripping Blood Lord's throat: "You charlatan! If you hadn't boasted that the Xiong Ying Society was doomed, would we have become lackeys of the Embroidered Uniform Guard?"

"Enough!" Zhong Renwang suddenly swung his dog-beating stick, slamming it down on the snow with a "thud," splattering blood and snow all over Wu Yuan's face. "What's the use of infighting now? The most urgent thing is to think of a solution."

"Think of a way?" Dugu Yan suddenly sneered, her broken sword slicing through the air with a piercing sound. "Chief Zhong, I heard you've been secretly keeping a fragment of the 'Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms' manual? Why don't you..."

"You're courting death!" A cold light flashed from Li Wuduo's sleeve, and seven silver needles shot out in the shape of the Big Dipper.

Dugu Yan rolled around in a sorry state, barely managing to deflect two of the needles with his broken sword, but the remaining silver needles pierced through his sleeve, blooming into five bloody flowers on his arm.

"The Thousand Spider Poison Hand is nothing more than this!" He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, flicked his soft sword, and three bone-piercing nails popped out from the mechanism on the blade. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Wu brothers, Shen and Wu Yi, pounced on Zhong Renwang, while Wu Yuan pulled out a poisoned dagger and went straight for Blood Lord.

In an instant, shouts, the clash of weapons, and the wind and snow mixed together, startling crows in the distant woods.

Xie Zhichuan was hanging upside down under the eaves when spider silk suddenly wrapped around Zhong Renwang's ankle: "Shut up, all of you! The Xiong Ying Society is on patrol!"

Enraged, Zhong Renwang laughed, tearing off half of Xie Zhichuan's sleeve as he snapped the spider silk: "Shi Feiyang! If this scoundrel doesn't die, there will never be peace in the martial world! Back then he was just an unknown nobody, but now he spouts righteousness and morality, climbing over us to get to the top!"

His eyes were bloodshot. Suddenly, he grabbed Wu Yuan's dagger and stabbed it fiercely into the snow. "He used us as pawns. We'll show him that even ants can bite through a dragon's throat!"

"Just us?" Blood Lord wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a ghostly blue flame igniting in his palm. "Although Shi Feiyang's Heavenly Frost Blade is no longer in his possession, his Bright Jade Skill has reached the twelfth level, and there's more."

"Don't boost their morale!" Li Wuduo suddenly ripped open her clothes, revealing her chest covered in spiderweb patterns. "If my 'Thousand Spider Venomous Hands' were practiced in combination with your unique skills, it might not be impossible."

Before the words were finished, a flurry of footsteps sounded in the distance. Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they scattered and fled like startled birds.

Zhong Renwang's dog-beating stick clashed with Wu Shen's iron ruler, sparks igniting the snow on the ground; Dugu Yan's soft sword entangled with Xue Zun's ghostly fire, the two tumbling and wrestling on the snow. The cold wind whipped up their discarded weapons and scraps of cloth, mixing them with the remains of the Imperial Guards and the dregs of the Xiong Ying Society's medicine, painting a grotesque and absurd picture of the grotesque world of martial arts under the cold moonlight.

The north wind swept across the Ningxia salt fields, carrying snowflakes that sculpted the continuous salt stacks into jade-carved peaks.

Xue Qiuchun leaned against the carved white jade railing, her slender figure wrapped in a mink coat forged from moonlight, her long black hair cascading down like an ink waterfall, the ice beads adorning her hair swaying gently in the cold wind, reflecting a clear and cold light.

Her alabaster cheeks were flushed with a faint blush, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye was like a dot of cinnabar. Paired with her willow-leaf eyebrows and naturally red lips, she resembled a red plum blossom in the snow, breathtakingly beautiful. Even the howling north wind seemed to slow down for her.

When the Northwest Salt Gang disciples delivered the secret letter, her slender, white fingers trembled slightly, and her jade nail guards tapped the letter with a clear sound.

The moment she finished reading the letter, her bright, clear eyes suddenly lit up, like two sparks igniting in the cold night, making her entire face radiant and captivating. "So...so Guo Xiangyu is already gone..."

Xue Qiuchun parted her lips slightly, her voice melodious like the song of a nightingale. Her fingertips, hidden beneath her snow-white cloak, unconsciously caressed the pearl at her temple. "Feiyang, is this a blessing from heaven, an opportunity for us?" Before she finished speaking, she suddenly lowered her head, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, two blushes rising on her cheeks. She said coquettishly, "How could I be so foolish, talking nonsense like this?"

However, this joy was shattered in an instant by the frost. The newly arrived news of 30,000 Imperial Guards besieging the temporary headquarters of the Xiong Ying Society at Feima Pass fell to the ground. As she staggered backward, the hem of her skirt, embroidered with silver plum blossoms, swept against the jade railing, and the jade bracelet on her wrist collided with the railing, making a crisp yet startling sound.

"Feiyang!" Xue Qiuchun clutched her clothes tightly, swaying like a willow in the wind, her beauty mark at the corner of her eye blurring with each tear. "Nothing can happen to her..."

As night deepened, Xue Qiuchun, draped in a white fox fur coat soaked in moonlight, paced back and forth in her bedchamber, which was covered with Persian carpets. With each step, her soft boots embroidered with gold cloud patterns left faint marks on the ground.

She suddenly stopped in front of the bronze mirror, gazing at her pale face filled with worry. Her fingertips gently stroked her cheek: "If I could exchange this body of mine for his safety..." Before she could finish speaking, large tears fell onto the bronze mirror, blurring the surface with a watery sheen.

When the third watch gong sounded, Xue Qiuchun stepped barefoot on the cold blue bricks and pushed open the carved window lattice.

The cold wind swirled snowflakes onto her jade-like face, but she was oblivious, gazing intently in the direction of Pegasus Pass.

The Ice Soul Beads in her hair tinkled in the wind, intertwining with her murmured murmurs: "Feiyang, I hate that I am not the moth that flutters its wings, unable to immediately rush towards your beacon fire. But I am willing to become the frost on your sword, to protect your sharpness; I am willing to be the moonlight in your palm, to accompany you on your adventures..."

Xue Qiuchun turned and picked up the mutton-fat jade pendant from the sandalwood box. It was an old gift from Shi Feiyang, but now she held it close to her heart, as if to pour all her affection into it. "You said this jade could protect me, and now I give you all my life's prayers..."

She gently kissed the jade pendant, tears welling up on her eyelashes falling onto the warm jade surface. "When you return, I will shed this false fame in the martial world and become only the maid who grinds ink for you at your desk, the shadow who whispers to you by your pillow, year after year, never to be separated again."

The north wind, carrying snow grains as hard as iron sand, crushed the dome of Wulang City into dust.

The circular formation of the Naiman warriors swayed precariously in the blizzard, the dull thud of bronze shields clashing mingling with the mournful cry of the huqin, echoing like the death knell over the snowfield.

Qi Yin stood at the front of the formation, draped in a black cloak. The twelve guardians of the Western Regions Holy Sect each held a curved sword, the eerie blue poisonous light on the blades flowing strangely under the moonlight, like thousands of venomous snakes flicking their tongues.

"Queen Elizabeth, hand over the fragments of the Sacred Flame Token!" Qi Yin's voice was like paper rubbing against rusty iron chains. Her right hand suddenly lashed out with a nine-section whip, the barbs at the tip of the whip carving a three-foot-deep furrow in the snow. The splattered snowflakes were instantly frozen into sharp icicles.

The most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, Yi Li, wore a fiery red battle robe that fluttered in the wind. She unleashed the Hengshan Sect's "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique," and the sword light transformed into a thousand layers of snow waves. However, when it touched Qi Yin's body, it was evaporated into white mist by an invisible heat wave.

"The Holy Church has coveted my sacred object for many years, but they will not succeed today!" She lightly touched the back of her horse with her toes, and her long sword, like a serpent emerging from its hole, went straight for Qiyin's throat. Before the sword even arrived, the cold air had already condensed into frost flowers at the other's temples.

Madam Shi, Lin Wanqing, followed closely behind with her "Longevity Sword Technique." Wherever the white sword tassel swept, the accumulated snow condensed into ice crystal lotus flowers.

"You old scoundrel, taste the power of the direct lineage of Changsheng Fortress!" Lin Wanqing cursed angrily, her jade wrist flicked lightly, and seven sword flowers appeared at the tip of her sword, which was the starting stance of the "Seven Intercept Formation", the ultimate skill of Changsheng Fortress.

However, Qi Yin sneered, and the nine-section whip suddenly split into three soft ropes, which wrapped around the two longswords with a sulfurous smell. Amid the sizzling sound of burning metal, poisonous blue smoke rose from the blades of Yi Li's swords.

This time, he did not use his "Blood Rakshasa Technique," but instead used another unique skill of the Western Regions Holy Sect.

However, all of these Lady Shi had consumed Xu Fu's elixir, so they were completely unafraid of poison, fearless, and immune to all poisons.

Gong Simeng's "Divine Water Whip Technique" was like a silver dragon emerging from the abyss, the tip of the whip wrapped in the icy essence of Liaodong Tianchi, leaving spiderweb-like ice patterns on the ground wherever it passed. "Take this!" she shouted, the soft whip whipping with shards of ice as it lashed out at the Western Regions Protector, only to see the opponent swing his curved blade, flames colliding with the ice, unleashing a deafening roar.

Bai Zhi wielded her thorny silver staff with great force, each sweep creating a snow wave several feet high, but upon touching an enemy, half of the staff tip was sliced ​​off by a strange curved blade; Liu Guihua's serpent whip was even more cunning, the barb at the end of the whip just hooking the ankle of a Western Region warrior, when that man actually tore off his own leg, dragging the severed limb as he lunged forward, a blood-stained steel knife still in his mouth.

The stench of blood mingled with snowflakes assaulted the senses. Suddenly, Ellie's sword light surged three zhang (approximately 10 meters), unleashing the Hengshan Sect's signature technique, the "Thirteen Forms of Cloud and Mist." "Break!" Her sword tip pointed directly at Qi Yin's brow. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air emitted a piercing shriek, and the ground cracked with spiderweb-like patterns. Qi Yin, however, remained calm. Her nine-section whip suddenly flew from her hand, transforming into a myriad of whip shadows in the air. Each whip tip materialized into a burning venomous snake, colliding with the sword light. The resulting sparks ignited the snow within a ten-zhang radius, instantly engulfing the snow-covered ground in a crimson curtain of fire.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Wanqing pressed forward, unleashing the full power of the "Azure Tide" move of the "Longevity Sword Technique." Before the sword even arrived, twelve sword energies surged like a tide. However, the "Holy Fire Saber Technique" of the Western Regions Holy Sect was not to be underestimated. A protector swung his saber, the blade light carrying scorching flames, dissipating most of her sword energy.

"Watch out!" Gong Simeng's Divine Water Whip just in time wrapped around the protector's wrist, and the ice shards at the tip of the whip instantly froze the man's arm. The man then grinned and tore off his frozen arm, using the curved blade on the severed arm to stab Gong Simeng's throat.

At this moment, Ellie and Qiyin had already fought for over a hundred moves. Her fiery red battle robe was stained with blood, and the gold ornaments in her hair were scattered, yet she fought with increasing ferocity. Her "Cloud Mist Sword Technique" was a mix of illusion and reality, making it unpredictable and difficult to fathom.

Qi Yin's nine-section whip suddenly transformed into a giant python, opening its blood-red maw to bite at her throat.

Ellie dodged to the side, her longsword piercing the snake's belly, only to discover it was an illusion.

"Oh no!" she cried out inwardly, as a real whip had already wrapped around her neck, its cold barbs digging into her flesh, and the stench of blood rushing to her head.

At the critical moment, Lin Wanqing's longsword blocked the nine-section whip in time, and she shouted, "Don't hurt my sister!" She used all her inner strength, and the sword emitted a dragon's roar, but a crisp "crack" was heard, and the blade was burned into a notch by the flames on the whip.

Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, and Liu Guihua also attacked simultaneously, forming an encirclement with their four weapons.

Qi Yin laughed loudly, his laughter shaking the icicles off the city wall: "Women from the Central Plains are nothing special! What ability do they have to occupy my Naiman tribe?" He formed hand seals and unleashed the full power of the "Sacred Flame Token Divine Skill" of the Western Regions Holy Sect.

Suddenly, flames rained down like meteors, engulfing the four of them.

Ellie struggled to her feet, her longsword sparking as it scraped the ground, the blade now fused into jagged edges. She roared, "Sisters, even if we die today, we will protect the dignity of our Naiman tribe!"

Her voice was torn apart by the flames, and the Hengshan sword technique gradually merged with the moves of the crowd, forming an indestructible sword formation.

Flames clashed with sword light, and the resulting shockwave blasted away all the snow within a ten-foot radius, revealing the dark red frozen soil beneath. The splattered flesh and blood, like broken red plum blossoms, bloomed on the battlefield where ice and fire intertwined.

The north wind, carrying shards of ice like thousands of arrows, shredded the sounds of battle in Wulang City into dust.

Just as Qiyin's nine-section whip was about to touch Elizabeth's throat, a dragon's roar suddenly broke through the sky.

Shi Feiyang stood on the ice shards, and the icy blue true energy surrounding him condensed into nine phantoms. Shi Xiong held the White Rainbow Sword tightly in his arms, his still-childish face revealing a resolute expression. The two of them descended like gods, instantly tearing apart the blood-red sky.

"Stop!" Shi Feiyang's voice boomed like a bell, making the eardrums of the Western Region experts ache.

This loud shout carried the "startling sound" of Mingyu Gong, and several people with weaker internal strength immediately bled from their seven orifices and collapsed to the ground.

His figure moved like lightning, transforming into a black streak of light. Wherever he passed, the snow swished back, leaving a ten-zhang-long ice trail behind him.

Shi Feiyang channeled his Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison!" realm, his palms radiating brilliant golden light, the blade-like aura condensing at the edges of his palms reaching three feet in length, its sharpness far surpassing that of any divine weapon in the world. The three great protectors of the Western Regions Holy Sect simultaneously swung their swords, the crimson blade light of the "Holy Fire Blade Technique" colliding with the golden palm aura, instantly exploding into countless sparks.

Shi Feiyang unleashed his "Hundred Victories Saber Technique: Slaying the Mortal World," his palm strike as powerful as a giant axe splitting a blazing net of fire.

The lead protector's steel scimitar shattered like paper, the broken blade shooting out and pinning three cultists behind him to the city wall.

The protector himself was sent flying three zhang backward by the force of the palm strike, crashing through three layers of arrow towers. When he landed, blood gushed from his seven orifices, and his internal organs gushed out mixed with shards of ice.

"You damned scoundrels from the Xiong Ying Society!" Gara, the Left Envoy of the Western Regions Holy Sect, roared angrily, his spiked club whipping around like a black wind, the force of which plowed a three-foot-deep trench into the ground.

Shi Feiyang sneered and moved behind him like a ghost, unleashing a series of "Hundred Victories Blade Technique: Shattering Stars".

Five palm shadows flashed like shooting stars, and before Galo could even scream, he was cut in half at the waist. His upper half flew several feet away, his wide-open eyes still filled with lingering terror. (End of Chapter)