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

Chapter 319. Iron-fisted Mandarin Ducks Battle Under the Sky, Poisonous Whip and Broken Sword Weep Across the Wasteland

Shi Feiyang wiped his mouth, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "You've come at the perfect time."

He suddenly let go and fell like a meteor. In mid-air, he crossed his palms and slashed out, unleashing the killing move of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, "Heaven and Earth Live Together"! The icy blue blade energy transformed into a ten-zhang-long rainbow, and wherever it went, people and horses were cut in half at the waist, with severed limbs flying everywhere.

The golden-helmeted general could no longer contain himself. He spurred his horse and brandished his sword, aiming straight for Shi Feiyang's face: "Take this!" Shi Feiyang, however, revealed a ghostly smile, and a vortex-like suction force emanated from his palm. Before the Embroidered Spring Blade even touched him, the general felt a tremendous force pulling his weapon, and he was dragged forward and fell.

Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity to grab his wrist, the chilling energy of Mingyu Gong penetrating straight to his heart: "Tell your master, the Xiong Ying Society's blades are dedicated to slaying the court's lackeys."

Before he could finish speaking, the general was frozen into an ice sculpture. Shi Feiyang flicked his wrist, and the ice man crashed into the cavalry formation, shattering into ice crystals all over the ground.

The morale of the Ming army collapsed, with some abandoning their helmets and armor and fleeing, while others knelt down and begged for mercy.

Shi Feiyang walked slowly forward through the bloodstains on the ground, each swing of his palms sending up a trail of blood.

His skin became increasingly translucent, like an ice sculpture shrouded in cold mist; wherever he passed, the wounds of the injured instantly frosted over.

When the last cavalryman's chest bone was shattered by his palm strike, the valley had turned into a hellish scene. Only the heroes of Xiong Ying stood in the center of the pool of blood, their robes fluttering, each one like a demon god descended to earth.

Outside the Khorchin royal tent, a fierce wind howled like a stampede of horses, carrying sand and gravel that lashed against the cowhide tent, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

The oil lamps flickered in the wind, casting distorted shadows of the crowd onto the felt wall, like a chaotic dance of demons. Wu Zhong channeled seventy percent of his Iron Palm technique into his palm; even through his deerskin gloves, he could feel the bronze wine bowl handed to him by Lu Erwuliu burning like charcoal.

The Khorchin leader, his beard frosted with white, slammed his wine bowl heavily onto the sandalwood table, causing the silver wine vessels on the table to clang loudly.

"The imperial court wants me to send troops to the Naiman?" Lu Erwuliu's hawk-like gaze swept over the crowd, and a low, cold laugh escaped his throat. "Shi Feiyang's Xiong Ying Society has 300,000 disciples stationed on the grasslands, and the defenses of Naiman City are impregnable. This battle will not be easy to win."

He paused deliberately, his fingertips tracing the turquoise-inlaid hilt of the knife, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

Xiao Lingling pressed her hand against the pair of mandarin duck swords at her waist, the gilded patterns digging painfully into her palm. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Miao Menlong's fingers lightly resting on the bowstring, the peacock feather arrows in the quiver at his waist gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light in the candlelight.

Shan Zhi was playing with the plum blossom dart, the blade scraping against his fingernail with a piercing "sizzle" sound. This subtle sound seemed particularly thrilling in the silent tent.

Suddenly, Nangong Quan, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, slammed his fist on the table, his thick hand causing mare's milk wine to splash onto the rim of the bowl: "Why must Chief Lur boost the morale of others!" His booming voice shook the tent ceiling, "This chest of gold is enough to buy three thousand fine horses, and we, the elite of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, will also be there to assist you!"

Having said that, he proudly stroked the Embroidered Spring Blade at his waist, the cloud patterns on the scabbard appearing and disappearing in the firelight.

The commander of the Imperial Guard, Yin Tianhan, rubbed his hands together with a sinister smile, his ten purplish-black fingernails gleaming with an eerie light: "My Thousand Spider Venomous Hands are deadly. Those grassland men are nothing but lambs to the slaughter." His laughter was as sharp as an owl's, sending chills down one's spine.

The one-armed swordsman Tie Wendi's single eye flashed with a cold light, and the broken sword at his waist suddenly emitted a dragon's roar.

He pressed down on Zhu Yulong's shoulder and said in a hoarse voice, "We'll show this barbarian what we're capable of later." Zhu Yulong and Ren Xiaoyan exchanged a smile, their twin swords clashing, the sparks illuminating the ruthlessness in their eyes.

The Khorchin royal tent trembled violently in the gale, the flames of the oil lamps nearly extinguished by the blast wave, distorting the shadows of the crowd into grotesque, demonic forms. The instant Wu Zhong's iron palm struck, the veins on Luerwuliu's neck bulged, and as he leaned back, his bushy beard swept across the silver cup on the table, the clinking sound mingling with the shrill whistling of tearing air. The cold glint of the three-inch-long drawn scimitar reflected, in that fleeting moment, the sinister smile playing on Nangong Quan's lips.

"There really is a traitor!" Nangong Quan's booming voice shook the tent's wool, causing it to flutter down. As his massive body leaped into the air, the black iron breastplate hidden beneath his brocade robe reflected an eerie light. The shockwave from the Vajra Palm slammed into the felt wall, creating spiderweb-like cracks. Before the palm even arrived, Wu Zhong's clothes on the back were already scorched by the scorching wind.

Yin Tianhan's ten fingers reached out to grab Xiao Lingling's face, his purplish-black fingernails making a piercing sound as they sliced ​​through the air.

The poisonous mist from the Thousand Spider Poison Hands surged in the candlelight, condensing into hundreds of writhing spider shadows. "The young lady's delicate skin is perfect for my poisonous arts!" he sneered, the bulging veins on his neck twitching with the trembling of each venomous spider silk thread.

Tie Wendi's single eye gleamed with a bloodthirsty red light, and the moment his broken sword was drawn, a dragon's roar shook the heavens. The sword shadow of "The Beginning of a New Era" transformed into nine cold beams, and before the sword's edge even arrived, the animal hide armor on Miao Menlong's chest was already torn with spiderweb-like cracks by the sword energy.

With each swing of his sword, black blood seeped from the scar on the one-armed sword, gleaming eerily in the moonlight.

The Zhu Yulong couple drew their twin swords simultaneously, their blades, "Uneducated Beauty Becomes a Family" and "A Gentle Breeze Leads the Jade Terrace Down," intertwining to create a magnificent dance of death.

Ren Xiaoyan spun around with a sharp cry, the clinking of silver ornaments in her hair blending with the whistling wind of her blade. The arc she drew with her sword was as precise as a ruler, forcing Shan Zhi to retreat repeatedly, his boots carving two bloody tracks into the wool carpet.

Lurulliu suddenly let out a wolf-like howl of laughter, and the runes on his scimitar writhed like living things in the firelight.

"You scum of the Xiong Ying Society! Do you think I don't know you want to annex Khorchin?" He and Nangong Quan attacked from both sides, the grassland gale of the curved blade wrapped with the powerful internal force of the Vajra Palm, trapping Wu Zhong in the center.

The air was distorted and deformed by the two powerful internal forces, and the copper lamps inside the tent were sucked into mid-air.

Wu Zhong's body suddenly shone with golden light, and the internal energy of the Six Harmonies True Scripture surged like boiling water in a cauldron. "Traitor!" he roared, and what he spat out from his throat was a golden-red mist of blood. The moment he unleashed the "Subduing Demon Palm," the golden palm shadow condensed into a Vajra Dharma Image with three heads and six arms.

The swastika on Faxiang's palm collided violently with the curved sword and the Vajra Palm, the shockwave overturning the top of the cowhide tent, and the starry sky was suddenly obscured by blood-red clouds.

In the darkness, Xiao Lingling wielded her pair of mandarin duck swords, creating a silver rainbow that resembled two flounders, but it solidified inch by inch within Yin Tianhan's poisonous mist. She gritted her teeth and swung her sword, the blade severing a lock of her own hair.

When Miao Menlong drew his bow, his fingertips were cut by the barbs of the peacock feather arrow, drawing blood. The moment the arrow pierced the air, it was shredded into dust by Tie Wendi's "Five Blessings Together" flying sword. The broken feathers fell like meteors, igniting the mare's milk wine scattered on the ground.

Shan Zhi's plum blossom darts darted like ghosts in the darkness, but were all deflected by the net of light woven from the swordsmanship of Zhu Yulong and his wife.

A dart grazed Ren Xiaoyan's cheek, instantly opening a bloody gash about an inch long. Instead of being angry, she laughed even more maniacally: "Good! Good! This is more interesting!" Suddenly abandoning defense, the twin swords transformed into two balls of blood-red lightning, aiming straight for Shan Zhi's throat.

Yin Tianhan's poisonous claws grazed Wu Zhong's shoulder, the purplish-black toxins traveling along his meridians like a living snake.

Wu Zhong's eyes widened in anger as he forcefully activated the Six Harmonies True Scripture, his golden internal energy transforming into a golden dragon that roamed across his body.

He slapped out with his palm, and Nangong Quan's massive body was sent crashing through three pillars, the blood mist spurting from his mouth mixed with half a broken rib. Taking advantage of the moment, Luerwuliu plunged his scimitar into Wu Zhong's ribs, the runes frantically devouring his life force.

Wu Zhong suddenly grabbed the blade, and the flesh in his palm was instantly corroded away, revealing the stark white metacarpal bones.

"Want to kill me?" Golden blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto Luerwuliu's face, burning a hissing blood hole. "First, ask this Demon-Subduing Palm if it agrees!" The golden palm shadow condensed again, heading straight for the face of the Khorchin leader. Where the palm wind passed, the air made a crisp sound like shattering glass.

The royal tent had become a hellish inferno, with severed limbs mixed with wine, poisonous fog, and blood, piecing together the most tragic scene under the moonlight.

Every clash of weapons was accompanied by the muffled sound of bones shattering; every roar was accompanied by the mournful cry of life slipping away.

The gale whipped up sand and gravel like thousands of steel needles, making the cowhide tent rustle.

Xiao Lingling's mandarin duck knives spun into a silver hurricane, the sparks from the point where the blades met illuminating her tightly bitten lower lip, the rouge stained with blood into an eerie purple: "Yin Tianhan! You think you can buy my and my husband's lives for ninety taels of silver? The backbone of the Xiong Ying Society cannot be measured by worthless copper coins!"

She took an unorthodox approach, the crescent-shaped hilt of the Mandarin Duck Blades hooking into the opponent's wrist bone. Yin Tianhan screamed and staggered backward, the black blood seeping from his tiger's mouth staining the wool carpet with a hideous datura pattern.

The bowstring of the Miaomen Dragon Bow trembled, and the feathered arrow transformed into a streak of fire, piercing the sky. Tie Wendi's single eye flashed with a cold light, and his broken sword drew an arc of light that resembled a "flying dragon in the sky," its sword energy shredding the arrow into three pieces.

Before the shattered arrows even hit the ground, Shan Zhi's plum blossom darts had already coiled around Zhu Yulong's wrist like venomous snakes. As the red ribbons fluttered, Ren Xiaoyan shouted and slashed out with her knife. The "Twin Lotus Blossoms" move was in sync with her husband's sword, and the attack was as turbulent as the Yellow River bursting its banks.

The duel between Wu Zhong and Lu Erwuliu created a shockwave that made the bronze lamps inside the tent hum.

The Khorchin leader's scimitar, accompanied by the fierce winds of the grassland, sparked a shower of sparks as it struck his iron palm.

"No good among the people of the Central Plains!" Lu Erwuliu suddenly discarded his knife, and the scimitar inlaid with turquoise went straight for Xiao Lingling's throat like a black falcon.

Wu Zhong's pupils contracted sharply. In the instant he shoved his beloved wife aside, the sound of bones shattering mingled with the tearing of fabric. His forearm bent at an odd angle, yet he managed to catch the fatal blow.

Xiao Lingling's mandarin duck knives were already like snakes emerging from their holes, the blades tearing through the leather armor at Lu Erwu's waist, revealing his white spine.

The Khorchin leader let out a roar like a trapped beast, and beads of blood seeping from between his fingers splattered onto Wu Zhong's face, burning hot like molten gold.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Nangong Quan unleashed his Mighty Vajra Palm, the force of which sent Miao Menlong crashing into a pillar. Amidst the flying wood chips, Yin Tianhan's purplish-black poisonous claws pierced the archer's right eye. As blood splattered, an eyeball with bits of flesh rolled to the ground.

The wind outside the tent suddenly turned a fishy, ​​sweet smell, and the extinguished candlelight plunged everyone into pitch-black darkness.

Yin Tianhan let out a strange laugh like an owl, and the poisonous mist of the Thousand Spider Poisonous Hands filled the tent, making a "sizzling" corrosive sound when it touched the leather curtains.

Xiao Lingling brandished her pair of mandarin duck swords to protect Wu Zhong. Amidst the sparks from the clash of blades and hidden weapons, she saw her husband's face, deathly pale: "Husband, today..." Before she could finish speaking, Wu Zhong unleashed an iron palm strike with his intact left hand. The internal energy of the Six Harmonies Scripture transformed into golden thunderbolts, blasting a bowl-sized hole in Yin Tianhan's chest. Dark purple blood gushed out, staining the carpet an eerie inky black.

Yin Tianhan stared wide-eyed until his death, a hissing sound emanating from his throat, his ten purplish-black fingernails digging deeply into his neck.

Before everyone could catch their breath, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from outside the tent. The warriors of Khorchin, carrying burning torches, surged in like a crimson tide. The firelight illuminated their angry and distorted faces, and the scimitars under their sheepskin coats gleamed coldly.

"Kill all the corrupt officials of the court!" A burly man with a thick beard smashed open the tent flap with a spiked club, the spikes still covered with congealed blood.

Nangong Quan's booming voice, like a gong, made everyone's eardrums ache: "You've come at the perfect time! Let me show you the methods of the Embroidered Uniform Guard!"

His massive body leaped into the air, and the shockwave from his Vajra Palm sent the three leading knights flying. The crunching sound of hooves crushing ribs, mixed with screams of agony, echoed through the night sky.

Tie Wendi's broken sword danced into a net of light, the "Nine Forms of Flying Dragon" sword moves slicing through the air, and wherever the sword passed, human skin was torn apart like paper.

The Zhu couple, Zhu Yulong and Zhu Xiaoyan, wielded their swords together in a move called "The Flowers Bloom on the Branches of Love," cleaving the warriors who attempted to flank them in two at the waist. Warm blood rained down on Ren Xiaoyan's face. She licked the blood from her lips, her laughter growing even more maniacal: "That was exhilarating! That was exhilarating!"

Xiao Lingling's Mandarin Duck Blades slashed out in a double crescent shape, colliding with hidden weapons in the darkness and sparking a flurry of fire.

She suddenly caught a familiar scent, and with a swift movement, she managed to parry a dagger aimed at Wu Zhong's back.

"Traitor!" she roared, severing the attacker's throat with a backhand stroke. Warm blood spurted onto her neck, carrying a nauseating, metallic smell. Wu Zhong, enduring the excruciating pain of his severed arm, channeled the Six Harmonies True Scripture and unleashed the "Subduing Demon Palm." The golden palm shadow, like the image of the Buddha, sent the remaining guards of Luerwuliu flying backward, crashing into the pillars and sending them collapsing with a deafening roar, raising a cloud of dust.

The warriors of Khorchin were blinded by rage. Some tore at the flesh of the Imperial Guards with their bare hands, while others bit through the throats of their enemies. Blood mixed with mud, turning this grassland into a living hell.

The night wind howled, whipping the tattered cowhide curtains and revealing corpses lying scattered on the ground.

Wu Zhong leaned against Xiao Lingling and slowly sat down. The purplish-black scabs that had formed on his severed arm gleamed eerily in the moonlight.

He gazed at the Khorchin warriors surging towards him like a tide in the distance, a relieved smile appearing on his lips: "It was worth it..."

His fingertips gently traced his wife's blood-stained temples, and the tender touch seemed to transport him back to the misty rain of Jiangnan when they first met.

Xiao Lingling plunged the mandarin duck knives into the soil, the blades humming as if mourning the fierce battle.

Miao Menlong, with his one eye wide open, and Shan Zhi, whose body was covered in knife wounds, dragged their badly injured bodies and crawled over with difficulty.

The four men huddled together, their eyes filled with a resolute determination to die for their cause—they would rather die together than bow down to the enemy.

Just then, the thunderous sound of hooves echoed from afar. Queen Elizabeth of the Naiman tribe, escorted by a group of experts including Lin Wanqing, Bai Zhi, Gong Simeng, and Liu Guihua, led 30,000 iron cavalry, sweeping in like a black whirlwind.

The deafening roar of the Ma Jun crossbows was deafening, and the dense rain of arrows swept across the land like locusts. The warriors of Khorchin fell one after another in the rain of arrows, and their blood stained the entire grassland red.

Clad in golden silk armor, Lin Wanqing, empowered by Xu Fu's elixir, her superior bloodline, and the Five Poisons Scripture, leaped from her horse, her longsword unsheathed, its sword energy surging. Unleashing the "Longevity Sword Technique," her figure blurred into afterimages in the air, her sword flashing like a serpent's tongue, aimed directly at Zhu Yulong and Ren Xiaoyan. "Traitors! Prepare to die!" her sharp cry carried a chilling, menacing edge.

Liu Guihua wielded the serpent whip, its tip gleaming with a ghostly blue poisonous light.

She, who also possessed three extraordinary skills, wielded her whip with lightning speed, swiftly striking towards Tie Wendi.

"One-armed old thief, taste the Five Poison Whip!" Her laughter was tinged with madness, and wherever the whip touched, the grass and trees withered.

Blood Rakshasa wielded a sword in her left hand and a whip in her right, like a demon god descending to earth. Her broken sword traced eerie arcs, while her soft whip coiled around Nangong Quan like a serpent.

"Fat pig! Today is your death day!" A chilling roar came from beneath her mask, and she unleashed a fierce attack with both sword and whip.

Nangong Quan brandished his massive iron palm, attempting to block the Blood Rakshasa's attack: "Hmph! You barbarian demoness, you think you can hurt me? Take this!" His mighty Vajra Palm struck out, the air crackling with a piercing sound, but under the Blood Rakshasa's strange sword whip attack, it seemed somewhat powerless.

The north wind whipped up sand and gravel that pierced people's faces like steel needles. Thirty thousand iron cavalrymen trampled the night sky over Khorchin, and the sound of their hooves made the earth groan.

Nangong Quan stood like an iron tower amidst the chaotic army, his flabby flesh beneath his python robe rising and falling with his breath. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his booming roar, like a copper bell, made everyone's eardrums ache: "Remnants of the Naiman barbarians! Today I'll show you the methods of the Embroidered Uniform Guard's Commander!"

Before he finished speaking, his palm surged with inky black energy, and the shockwave from the Vajra Palm snapped the flagpole three zhang away in half.

Blood Rakshasa's black mask fluttered without wind, and her single eye flashed with a ghostly cold light. She lightly touched the horse's back with her toes, and her whole body moved like a ghost, her broken sword on her left wrist drawing a strange arc of the "Tianshan Sword Technique," while her soft whip in her right hand struck straight for her throat like a venomous snake.

Nangong Quan's palms spun like millstones, and with a loud "boom," the shockwave sent three charging cavalrymen flying.

Blood Rakshasa used the momentum to leap into the air, and the soft whip suddenly wrapped around his wrist. The broken sword flashed with cold light, and the sharp blade instantly sliced ​​off three fat fingers. When the knuckles fell to the ground, they smashed a deep pit in the wool carpet.

"You're courting death!" Nangong Quan roared in pain, unleashing his Mountain-Shattering Palm, which came hurtling down with a foul wind.

Blood Rakshasa spun around and retreated rapidly. Her dark-colored outfit was torn open by the palm wind, revealing a ferocious snake-shaped tattoo on her collarbone.

She flicked out a silver needle from her sleeve, its surface gleaming a ghostly blue in the moonlight. Nangong Quan hurriedly raised his palm to block, but Blood Rakshasa had already closed in, her broken sword aimed straight for his heart. His massive body jerked backward, but the soft whip, like a leech, wrapped around his ankle. With a crisp "crack," his ankle bone was severed. Blood Rakshasa sneered, the broken sword piercing his throat, and purplish-black poisonous blood gushed out, winding into a bizarre mandala pattern on the ground.

On the other side, Liu Guihua leaped into the air with her toes touching the ground, and the spirit snake whip whipped out nine illusory images of poisonous dragons in the air, the phosphorescent flames at the tip of the whip flickering like ghost eyes.

Tie Wendi's single eye gleamed with a cold light. His broken sword was drawn, and a dragon's roar shook the heavens. He unleashed the first move of the "Nine Forms of Flying Dragon," "The Beginning of a New Era." The sword shadow transformed into nine cold moons, shattering all the illusory poisonous dragons that attacked. Liu Guihua let out a delicate shout, her wrist flicking, and her whip technique suddenly changed. She used "Hundred Pythons Entangling the Mountain" from the Five Poisons Manual. The whip twisted like a living creature, instantly weaving into an impenetrable net of poison.

Tie Wendi swung his broken sword repeatedly, unleashing "Two Sleeves of Integrity" and "Three Yangs Bring Prosperity" in succession, slicing through the poison net with his sword energy.

But Liu Guihua had a backup plan. Suddenly, the tip of her whip exploded into thousands of fine needles, which was the "Snake Shadow Thousand Calamities"! Tie Wendi swung his sword to block, but felt a numbness in his arm. He looked down and saw that his forearm had been grazed by the poisoned needles, and his skin quickly turned blue and purple.

"You old scoundrel, taste the flavor of 'Ten Thousand Spiders Devouring the Heart'!" Liu Guihua's long hair flew wildly, and her serpent whip, like a giant python emerging from its cave, aimed straight for Tie Wendi's face. Tie Wendi gritted his teeth and unleashed "Ambush from All Sides," his sword shadow transforming into a barrier. Suddenly, the whip split into three, wrapping around his wrist, neck, and ankle respectively.

With a slight flick of her wrist, Liu Guihua channeled the internal energy of the Five Poisons Scripture into the whip. Tie Wendi felt as if a thousand ants were gnawing at his heart through his meridians. He swung his sword at the whip with all his might, only to see barbs protrude from the tip of the whip and pierce his palm deeply.

Tie Wendi groaned, and the old wound on his severed arm suddenly burst open, gushing out blood.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Liu Guihua approached, her whip shadows transforming into countless phantoms as she unleashed the Five Poison Whip Technique's killing move, "Poison Dragon Piercing the Heart"!
Tie Wendi unleashed a series of sword techniques, including "Five Blessings in Succession" and "Six Harmonies in Spring," but despite their fierce swordplay, they could not withstand the relentless pursuit of the poisonous whip.

His single eye gradually became clouded with blood, and the scar on his severed arm began to fester.

Liu Guihua seized the opening, and her serpent whip wrapped around his neck like a steel cable. As she exerted her strength, Tie Wendi's throat bones made a teeth-grinding cracking sound, his head flew high into the air, his single eye wide open, dying with his eyes wide open.

The most thrilling battle was between Lin Wanqing and Zhu Yulong.

Just as the couple unleashed their exquisite "beautiful woman, talented man, and countless pearls" swordplay, Lin Wanqing was enveloped in a pale golden aura—a phenomenon resulting from the fusion of Xu Fu's elixir and the Five Poisons Scripture. Her jade feet lightly touched the ground, and the Longevity Sword cascaded like a silver river, concealing seventy-two deadly moves within its myriad sword shadows. "You imperial lackeys, prepare to die!" The sword tip pointed directly at Zhu Yulong's face. Ren Xiaoyan hastily blocked with her twin swords, but the sword's attack suddenly shifted, its cold light flashing like lightning, aiming straight for his throat.

Zhu Yulong swung his knife to defend, and the couple barely managed to withstand the fierce attack.

Lin Wanqing gave him no chance to catch his breath. With a light flick of her jade hand, a storm of golden needles hidden in the sword tassel came crashing down.

Ren Xiaoyan hurriedly dodged, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, the gold ornaments in her hair jingling as they fell to the ground.

Zhu Yulong roared and unleashed the "Mandarin Ducks Intertwined Necks" technique, his twin blades flashing like lightning. Suddenly, Lin Wanqing leaped into the air, her sword move "Longevity Technique: Ascension to Immortality" scattering like a celestial maiden, enveloping the couple in countless sword shadows.

To protect her husband, Ren Xiaoyan crossed her two swords to meet the attack head-on. With several "crack" sounds, the blades were shattered by the impact.

Lin Wanqing pressed the tip of her sword against her heart and said coldly, "A lackey of the imperial court, dares to talk about love?"

Zhu Yulong's eyes were bloodshot as he lunged forward with his sword, only to be pierced through the shoulder blade by Lin Wanqing's backhand sword.

Seeing her husband's pained expression, Ren Xiaoyan suddenly grabbed the tip of the sword and plunged it into her own chest: "If we're going to die, we'll die together!"

As blood gushed out, Lin Wanqing coldly snorted and drew her sword, causing Ren Xiaoyan's body to fall limply to the ground.

Zhu Yulong screamed and swung his knife wildly, but his steps were unsteady due to excessive blood loss.

Lin Wanqing used her longsword to strike repeatedly, sealing all the major acupoints on his body, and the last strike went straight to his crown.

The couple collapsed into each other's arms, their blood flowing like a winding stream under the moonlight, akin to their intertwined destiny throughout their lives.

The sounds of battle shook the grasslands as 30,000 iron cavalry, like a black torrent, trampled the Khorchin camp into dust.

The remaining herders, facing the ferocious Naiman warriors, had no way to resist and could only kneel down and surrender.

Riding her tall horse, Ellie coldly surveyed the blood-stained land, her queenly majesty evident.

As Wu Zhong and the others watched the reinforcements arrive, their tense nerves finally relaxed.

They helped each other to their feet, their eyes filled with respect as they looked at their comrades who were fighting a bloody battle in the distance.

This fierce battle made them heroes of the Xiong Ying Society once again, eagles of the grasslands. The Khorchin tribe, after this bloody conflict, was forever incorporated into the Naiman territory, becoming part of the Xiong Ying Society's grassland dominance.

The moonlight remained cold and clear, shining on this land scarred by war.

Blood seeps into the soil, nourishing the grass of the coming year; the hum of swords will eventually become an echo of history.

As previously agreed, after taking control of the Khorchin tribe, Yili appointed Gong Simeng as the Khorchin Queen, leaving "Round Bucket" Lu Dechu and "Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian in the Khorchin tribe capital to accompany and protect Gong Simeng.

The moonlit night, like frost, spilled across the broken walls and ruins of the Horqin Grassland. Ellie, clad in golden armor, stood high above, gazing down upon this land soaked in blood. Her eyes no longer held the gentle beauty of a martial arts heroine; instead, they held the iron will and unwavering resolve of someone who had endured countless battles.

The wind whipped through her blood-stained cloak, its fluttering sound seemingly recounting the brutal battle that had just ended. Three days later, in the capital of the Ordos tribe, the city gates slowly opened, and Ilya's iron cavalry surged in like a black torrent.

Dressed in magnificent royal robes and wielding the Longevity Sword, Lin Wanqing, surrounded by "Centipede" Gongsun Ren and "Blue-Faced Beast" Yang Feng, formally ascended the throne of Queen of Ordos. The entire process was swift as autumn leaves swept away by the wind, yet filled with a chilling majesty. The cold night was as dark as ink, and the walls of Qinglong City, under the moonlight, resembled a lurking behemoth. The dark prayer flags fluttered in the wind, as if countless vengeful ghosts were howling in the breeze.

Altaimo, the chieftain of the Hak tribe, stroked the dark red blood jade on his scimitar, gazing at the Naiman cavalry surging like a black tide below the city. A chilling smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Ellie, three hundred jars of 'Heart-Burning Poison' have been waiting for a long time beneath the walls of Hak. Today, I will show you that to be an enemy of the Western Regions Holy Church is to oppose the gods and demons!"

The red-clad messenger behind him slowly opened his third eye on his forehead, the eerie light flowing in his dark red pupils seeming to devour the night.

The golden armor that Ellie wore gleamed with a cold light. The moment her longsword was drawn, a dragon's roar resounded through the sky, startling the crows on the city wall.

"This cult has bewitched the masses and brought untold suffering to countless lives. Today, we will raze this den of demons to the ground!" Her voice was firm and authoritative, her gaze sweeping over Jin Liufu beside her. Jin Liufu, the "Water Dragon," had already led a hundred elite warriors into the moat. Ripples spread across the surface, and the Water-Splitting Dagger flashed with a cold light, precisely severing three poisoned crossbow bolts. However, danger struck suddenly.

The red-clad messenger chanted incantations, his hands forming a nine-pointed star seal. Suddenly, the moat boiled and surged, and thick, dark fog rose up like evil spirits unleashed from their cages.

Wherever it went, aquatic plants instantly turned into skeletons, and the stench was nauseating.

Jin Liufu felt a metallic taste in his throat, as if countless tiny needles were pricking his internal organs. He gritted his teeth and used the Water Splitter to create a "Dragon Triple Wave" attack, attempting to cleave through the eerie black mist with a flash of cold light.

But the black tentacles emerging from the black mist coiled around the seams of his armor like living things, tightening their grip more and more.

"A mere trick! Watch how powerful your ancestor is!" A cold, bell-like laugh pierced the thick fog. Bai Zhi stood barefoot on horseback, the Miao silver ornaments jingling with her movements, the crisp sound particularly jarring in the grim battlefield.

The twelve Gu worm boxes on her wrist opened simultaneously. She bit her fingertip, and the moment the blood dripped into the bronze Gu cauldron, ancient and mysterious witchcraft incantations flowed from her mouth: "A thousand spiders summon the soul, ten thousand ants devour the heart!" In an instant, thousands upon thousands of golden-backed spiders surged out of her sleeves like a tide, weaving a large golden net in the black mist, shredding all the black tentacles with a tearing sound that made one's teeth ache.

Upon seeing this, the red-clad envoy's pupils constricted sharply: "The Twelve Gu Kings of Miao Territory? You are actually a descendant of the Five Poisons Sect!"

Enraged, he slammed his hands on his chest, spitting out three mouthfuls of black blood, and his vertical eye on his forehead emitted a blinding red light.

A phantom of a three-headed, six-armed demon god emerged from the black mist, each hand gripping a curved blade burning with eerie blue flames. The intense heat intertwined with the chilling poisonous mist, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

Jin Liufu seized the opportunity and aimed his Water-Splitting Thorn straight at the red-clothed messenger's throat, but was knocked back by the demon god's phantom wielding a blade. The enormous impact caused his tiger's mouth to split open, and blood dripped down the Water-Splitting Thorn.

Bai Zhiyu lightly touched the horse's back, and the bronze cauldron transformed into a stream of light, flying towards the demon god.

The nine-headed serpent Gu in the cauldron raised its head and emerged, its tongue flicking out purple mist, filling the air with a nauseatingly sweet and pungent smell.

The red-clad messenger let out a strange laugh, and the demonic phantom opened its mouth and inhaled, swallowing the snake venom along with the purple mist: "Fighting poison with poison? It's nothing but child's play before the sacred fire!"

Before she finished speaking, Bai Zhi swung out a barbed silver staff from her waist. The staff extended into a whip tip, and the entwined human-faced Gu bared its fangs, biting straight at the opponent's throat.

At the same time, Shi Xiong led the Flying Eagle Cavalry in a charge, their spears forming a forest, their momentum unstoppable.

However, as they approached within ten zhang of the city wall, the Holy Cult's experts suddenly appeared. The leader, a man in gray robes, formed a hand seal, and the ground suddenly cracked open, countless bone spikes bursting forth from the earth. The Flying Eagle Cavalry were instantly thrown into chaos, their screams echoing throughout the area.

Shi Xiong swept his spear horizontally, unleashing the "Force to Shatter a Thousand Pounds" technique, the powerful spear force shattering all the bone spikes. But the twelve iron caltrops that flew out from the gray-robed man's sleeve, each gleaming with a peacock blue poison, shimmered with an eerie light in the night.

Xie Wen moved through the chaotic army like a ghost, his short blade flashing like a venomous snake, striking the pressure points of seven people in succession.

He keenly noticed that Altai on the city wall was directing the setting up of poison altars, and with a flash, he used his lightness skill to rush up.

Two Holy Church protectors wielded chain hammers to block their path. The sparks from the collision of the chains ignited the poison powder floating in the air, and in an instant, flames and poisonous mist intertwined, forming a sea of ​​fire.

Xie Wen held his breath and concentrated, unleashing the "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill," his figure appearing and disappearing in the firelight, his short blade piercing the enemy's weakness like a nimble snake.

With a series of swift swings of her longsword, the sword energy of her "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique" cleaved through layers of poisonous mist like a golden rainbow.

Seeing Jin Liufu and Bai Zhi locked in a fierce battle, her eyes sharpened, and she leaped forward, pointing her sword at the red-clad messenger: "Take this!"

The golden sword energy poured down like a silver river, but was cleaved in two by the phantom of the demon god.

The red-clad messenger seized the opportunity to approach, pressing his palm, burning with scorching poison, towards Ellie's back.

At the critical moment, Bai Zhi threw out the Gu Cauldron, and the Nine-Headed Serpent Gu wrapped around the opponent's arm like lightning, tearing off a piece of flesh, and blood splattered everywhere.

"You're courting death!" the red-clad envoy roared, the red light shooting from his vertical eye on his forehead like a sharp sword.

Bai Zhi couldn't dodge in time, and a charred wound appeared on her shoulder, the excruciating pain causing her to stagger. But a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes, and a sinister smile appeared on her face. The twelve Gu worm boxes exploded simultaneously, and thousands of Gu worms surged towards the enemy like a black tide.

Amidst the screams of the red-clad messenger, the black mist gradually dissipated, revealing his body, which had been devoured by Gu worms and reduced to mere bones—a horrifying sight.

At that moment, a deafening roar came from the city wall. Altai lit the last jar of "Heart-Burning Poison," and the entire city wall was instantly shrouded in poisonous smoke. Wherever the smoke reached, vegetation withered and stones cracked.

Ellie swung her sword, cutting through the poisonous smoke rushing towards her. Her eyes blazed with fury as she roared at the army behind her, "Follow me to break through the city!" The thirty thousand iron cavalry shouted in unison, their hooves thundering like lightning, shaking the earth.

The city gate of Qinglong City collapsed under the violent impact of the catapult.

The north wind whipped up sand and gravel that scraped against our cheeks like blades, and the shouts of 30,000 iron cavalrymen beneath Qinglong City shattered the cold night.

Shi Xiong held his silver spear at an angle, his black cloak fluttering in the wind. This former pageboy had now mastered the strengths of all schools of thought in the Xiong Ying Society.

He gazed at the fluttering prayer flags atop the city walls, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes: "Flying Eagle Riders, follow me and crush this city!" Over a thousand warhorses reared up simultaneously, their iron hooves thundering across the grasslands. The cavalry of the Hak tribe charged forward, their scimitars reflecting the pale blue moonlight like the scythe of death.

Shi Xiong flicked his spear, and the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" spear flower suddenly bloomed, the spear tip flicking and spitting out seven enemy riders in succession.

Crimson blood beads meandered down the silver spear's pattern, condensing into ice crystals in the night.

Suddenly, black flames shot into the sky, and three Holy Sect experts rode flaming horses through the formation.

The leader, a man in black robes, swung his scimitar, the demonic fire coiling around the blade scorching the air and creating distorted ripples.

Shi Xiong's pupils contracted sharply, and he blocked with his spear, sparks flying amidst a loud clang.

The enormous impact forced the mount to stagger back three steps, its hooves carving three-foot-deep furrows into the frozen ground.

"Well done!" Shi Xiong roared, sweeping his spear horizontally with the "Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies" technique.

The moment the silver spear clashed with the demonic blade, the snow within a radius of ten feet was shaken into the air.

The man in black robes let out a strange laugh, and his sword suddenly transformed into nine fiery pythons that coiled around the spear.

Shi Xiong flicked his wrist, and the tip of his spear pointed at the opponent's brow. It was the martial arts masterpiece "Chasing Stars and Catching the Moon" that the archer Miao Menlong had taught him.

Meanwhile, Ellie's golden armor gleamed in the firelight.

She lightly touched the horse's back with her toes, and her longsword twirled into seven sword flowers, which was the "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique" that had been lost by the Hengshan School for a long time.

Before the sword even arrived, Altai sensed the chilling aura of the blade. He drew his scimitar, the runes on the blade glowing with an eerie red light: "How dare a woman speak so recklessly? Today I will make you perish under the black flames!" The two clashed, their swords flashing. Ellie took an unorthodox approach, her "Clouds Covering the Moon" sword technique a mix of feints and real attacks.

Altai suddenly raised his black token, and the Holy Church experts on the city wall chanted in unison, causing blood-red ripples to spread through the air.

Illy felt her internal energy stagnate. Gritting her teeth, she pushed the Cloud Mist Sword Technique to its peak. Her longsword burst forth with golden light, and she unleashed the move "Dark Clouds Swallowing the Moon"! The enormous sword energy collided violently with Altai's "Black Flame Slash," and the shockwave sent dozens of soldiers flying.

Ellie was jolted back three steps, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but she still stared intently at her opponent.

Cracks appeared on Altai's scimitar, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "What a fine Naiman queen, but alas, today..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Wen swept across the battlefield like a ghost. He used the "Flying Willow and Light Smoke Technique," his figure appearing and disappearing amidst the flashing blades. Just as he locked onto the location of the Holy Sect's chanter, iron chains suddenly attacked like venomous snakes.

Xie Wen spun around to dodge, his short blade flashing as he unleashed the "Flying Eagle Three Forms," ​​aiming straight for the enemy's throat.

Suddenly, the chains of the Holy Church Protector split into three strands, twisting around his head, neck, and wrists.

At this moment, Liu Guihua's serpent whip struck like lightning, the barbs wrapped around its tip gleaming with a ghostly blue poisonous light.

She cried out, "Altai, prepare to die!" The serpent whip transformed into a sky full of whip shadows, but was shaken back by Altai's demonic blade.

(End of this chapter)