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

Chapter 89: Mysterious Blue Light: Monster Nemesis and Conflict in the Jianghu

Jin Liufu took advantage of the moment when the monster was blocked by the vines and quickly took out a special hidden weapon from his arms with lightning speed.

The hidden weapon flickered with a cold light in the dim light, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky.

He swung his hand and launched the hidden weapon, which whistled sharply through the air like an arrow shot from a bow, hurtling towards the monster. In the blink of an eye, the hidden weapon struck the monster, but only a few sparks flew, followed by a few crackling sounds, as if it had struck incomparably solid steel, failing to cause any substantial damage.

"Why is this monster so difficult to deal with!" Jin Liufu shouted anxiously, with a hint of despair in his voice. The voice echoed in this dim space, seeming particularly helpless.

Shi Feiyang stared at the monster with his eyes as sharp as torches, and there was a gleam of thought in his eyes. His mind was working rapidly, trying to find a countermeasure: "It seems to have a strong resistance to human attacks. We have to find another way." As he spoke, he suddenly remembered the mysterious powder found in the secret room of Qingfeng Sword Sect. His heart moved, perhaps the powder was inextricably linked to this monster.

Shi Feiyang was dealing with the monster, moving nimbly and keeping a close eye on its every move. He called out to Gong Simeng, "Simeng, do you remember the blue powder in the Qingfeng Sword Sect's secret room? Look for it now."

Gong Simeng understood, a look of determination flashing in her eyes as she immediately began to rummage through the package. Her hands rummaged through the package like butterflies, rustling the clothes. Soon, she found a small cloth bag containing the remaining blue powder, which shimmered with a mysterious blue light in the dim light.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the gaps between the monster's attacks and, seizing the opportunity, leaped forward with the speed of a cheetah, stirring up a cloud of dust from the ground beneath his feet. He flung blue powder at the monster, and it dispersed in the air like a cloud of blue smoke.

The moment the powder touched the monster, it emitted a dazzling light that was extremely blinding. With a "boom", the light exploded in the basement like a small sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.

The monster let out a shrill roar, a sound as if its soul was being torn apart. The "wooo" cry echoed in the basement, making everyone's eardrums hurt. The monster's body began to tremble violently, enduring immense pain.

The light became stronger and stronger, and the monster's figure gradually became blurred in the light, as if it was being swallowed up bit by bit by the light.

As the light faded, the monster disappeared without a trace, and only silence remained in the basement.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their tense nerves relaxed instantly, and they collapsed on the ground. Sweat soaked their clothes, which stuck tightly to their bodies. Everyone's face was filled with fatigue and relief.

Shi Feiyang stared at the sarcophagus, puzzled: "What is the origin of this monster? Why can the mysterious powder restrain it? What is the connection between all this and the missing leaders?" A series of questions swirled in his mind, enveloping him like fog.

Just as they were about to explore the sarcophagus further, a chaotic sound of footsteps suddenly came from the entrance of the basement. The footsteps were rapid and heavy, and came with a "dong dong dong" sound, as if it was the footsteps of the god of death, foreshadowing the arrival of another uninvited guest.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Shi Feiyang and others quickly stood up and moved swiftly.

They watched the basement entrance warily, their eyes filled with caution. Soon, a group of men in black filed in. Their attire was identical to the ones they had encountered at the Qingfeng Sword Sect before, and the black clothing looked particularly eerie in the dim light.

The leader was a tall man with a hideous scar on his face that extended from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. In the dim light, the scar looked like a black centipede, which was particularly terrifying.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" the scarred man asked viciously, his voice full of threats and hostility, like a roar from hell.

Shi Feiyang sneered, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of disdain. "We should be asking you this question. What's your connection with those missing sect leaders? And what's the origin of this mysterious monster?" Upon hearing this, the scarred man's face suddenly changed, as if he had been hit in the vitals. He waved his hand and shouted, "Hit them! Don't let them get away alive!"

In the dim basement, a group of mysterious figures in black quickly surrounded Shi Feiyang and his companions, and a fierce melee broke out. Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, circulated his internal Qi, and used all his strength to perform the Mingyu Gong.

Suddenly, an extreme chill emanated from Shi Feiyang's body, and he instantly transformed into a moving iceberg. The surrounding air instantly froze, and ice crystals condensed into a thin layer of frost, and a layer of white frost gradually appeared on the ground.

With the help of this chill, Shi Feiyang's Victory Swordsmanship became even more fierce and swift. Every time he swung the sword, it was accompanied by the sound of whistling wind and flashing sword light, like lightning streaking across the night sky, shining brightly.

His figure moved through the enemy horde like a ghost, so fast that only a shadow could be seen. Each strike of his sword was incredibly precise, striking the enemy's vital points. Those in black who tried to reach him fell one after another, blood splattering everywhere, "pu pu" splashing on the ground. The area around Shi Feiyang was soon filled with corpses, and blood flowed on the ground, gathering into pools. The scene was extremely horrific, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

At the same time, Gong Simeng's whip nimbly shuttled through the crowd, waving it like a nimble dragon, making "snapping" sounds. Each whipping was powerful and hit the target accurately.

The parts of the men in black that were hit were instantly torn apart and they screamed in pain.

Gong Simeng's movements were smooth and swift, she and the whip became one, and every swing was deadly graceful.

Gong Simeng's gaze was firm and sharp, watching the enemy's every move, not missing a single flaw, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky. Amid the melee, Gong Simeng's delicate figure stood out, like a ray of light in the darkness, bringing order to the chaos. Her whip was more than just a weapon; it was a part of her being, dancing with her will, each strike imbued with power and beauty.

Xiang Kun, on the other hand, demonstrated the astonishing power of nature with his superb magic.

He danced his hands rapidly and chanted spells silently in a low and obscure voice, as if he was communicating with heaven and earth.

The ground suddenly rose, and sharp rocks burst forth like swords from the earth, piercing the sky with a crackling sound. Some of the men in black were unable to dodge and were pierced by the rocks, letting out shrill screams that echoed through the basement.

At the same time, Xiang Kun summoned violent whirlwinds. Those whirlwinds were like angry beasts, raging on the battlefield, sweeping up the surrounding debris and enemies.

The black-clad men were thrown into chaos, and their originally orderly formation was completely shattered. They could only flee in all directions in this chaotic situation, shouting in fear, unable to organize an effective counterattack, and allowed Shi Feiyang and others to slaughter them at will.

Shi Feiyang's mind suddenly became clear. In an instant, he finally understood the source of the inexplicable mysterious aura in Xiang Kun's flute music. It turned out that Xiang Kun actually mastered magical skills, and that melodious flute music might be the method of casting such spells.

This discovery made Shi Feiyang secretly glad and a sense of pride arose in his heart.

He knew very well that the Xiongying Society's ability to recruit someone like Xiang Kun, who possessed both extraordinary talent and mysterious powers, had undoubtedly injected a powerful and variable force into the organization, giving it more confidence to win in this ever-changing world.

Shi Feiyang couldn't help but recall the many times Xiang Kun played the flute. Every time the flute sounded, an invisible force seemed to permeate the air. He had once thought it was just Xiang Kun's unique temperament, but now he understood that it was Xiang Kun's skillful use of magic.

Xiang Kun's flute sounds like a strange magic that seems to be able to penetrate people's hearts and awaken the power sleeping deep in their souls. The melodious melody seems to weave an invisible net in the air, enveloping the enemy.

At the same time, Jinliufu was like a nimble cheetah in the fierce battle.

His body dodged left and right, his movements smooth and natural, as smooth as flowing water.

Every time he dodged the enemy's attack, he was extremely accurate, and he was even able to see through the enemy's intentions in advance.

The enemy's attacks always missed him by a hair's breadth.

Jin Liufu's eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He was always observing every detail on the battlefield, looking for the best opportunity to counterattack.

Once the opportunity came, he would strike like lightning, and the small flying knife in his hand shot out silently. With a "whoosh", it was like a ghost in the dark night, hitting the target instantly. The enemy fell down before he could even scream.

(End of this chapter)