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

Chapter 94: Secret Path of Taishan Valley: Exploring the Secrets in the Blade and Shadow, Mysterious Vibration Strikes

Xiang Kun flashed and quickly moved closer to Shi Feiyang. He slightly turned sideways and lowered his voice, almost whispering, "We seem to have found the right place." His voice was as low as the flapping of mosquito wings, but it carried a hint of uncontrollable excitement.

Jin Liufu rubbed his hands together, clenching them tightly, his knuckles white with the exertion and making subtle crackling sounds. His eyes gleamed with excitement, like a beast pouncing on its prey. A deep growl emanated from his throat, eager to capture these people in one fell swoop and uncover the whereabouts of the missing leader. His eagerness made it seem as if he was about to burst out in a killing spree.

Shi Feiyang frowned, lost in thought. Various battle plans raced through his mind, countless thoughts streaking through his mind like shooting stars. His eyes were sometimes solemn, sometimes bright, as he engaged in a fierce mental game.

Then, his eyes gradually became firm, and it was obvious that he had made a careful plan.

They decided to split their forces into two groups. Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng would be responsible for the frontal assault to attract the attention of the men in black, while Xiang Kun and Jin Liufu would attack from the side to cut off the men in black's retreat.

The plan was set. Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling violently like surging waves. His eyes revealed a determination and resolve, as if burning with a raging fire that seemed to illuminate the entire dark passage.

He shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, and the air around him trembled slightly, like a thunder exploding in the passage, breaking the long-standing dullness and silence in the passage, and igniting the blood in everyone's hearts.

The sound continued to echo in the passage for a long time.

In an instant, Shi Feiyang rushed out first, his figure like an arrow from a bow, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch his trace, leaving only a blurry afterimage. Although Shi Feiyang did not know any supernatural powers or spells, he was protected by the Dragon Pagoda.

At this moment, a hazy aura seemed to circulate around him. That aura was dreamlike and beautiful, yet brimming with mysterious power. It was the manifestation of the Mingyu Gong reaching its seventh level. The powerful internal energy of the Mingyu Gong surged through his body like a surging torrent, rumbling with a roaring sound, as if a roaring dragon were hidden within him.

Every cell in his body was filled with this surging power. A faint blue light flickered under his skin, like the faint light in the deep sea. It seemed as if there was an iceberg about to erupt hidden in his body, emitting a bone-chilling coldness.

The chill was like an invisible force that instantly condensed the surrounding air. Ice crystals fell to the ground, forming a thin layer of frost. A layer of ice patterns also quickly spread on the ground, like a huge spider web, flashing a cold light in the dim passage.

Then, the Burmese knife in Shi Feiyang's hand flashed with a cold light, and with a "swish," he unleashed a succession of moves from his renowned swordsmanship, including "Pine Welcoming Guests," "Raging Sea," "Golden Dragon's Claw," "Slashing the Mortal World," and "Longevity of Heaven and Earth." Each move contained boundless power and exquisite technique. The Burmese knife in his hand danced like a spirit snake, making a "whoosh" sound, like lightning streaking across the night sky. The flashes of the knife were dazzling. Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Longevity of Heaven and Earth" move, and instantly became one with the world, his momentum majestic and unstoppable.

His body seemed to have produced a wonderful resonance with the surrounding space. The power of his sword was like surging waves, rushing towards the man in black layer by layer. The sword wind was whistling, and every ray of sword light contained the power to split mountains and split rocks.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were burning with fighting spirit as he stared at the enemy. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile. That smile seemed to be announcing their fate to the enemy, and it was particularly dazzling in the dim passage.

When the Burmese knife was swung, it created a whistling sound like the howling of ghosts and wolves, making a "woohoo" sound that was terrifying.

The sharp blade cut through the air, leaving behind streaks of cold light.

Before several men in black could react, they were already enveloped by the sharp sword light.

Under the raging sword light, they fell to the ground one after another. With a few "plops", blood dyed the ground beneath their feet red. The pungent smell of blood filled the air, mixing with the original rotten smell in the passage, making people nauseous.

Shi Feiyang's every movement was fluid and powerful, his gaze fixed on his enemies with a sharp gaze, perceiving their every intention, as if he could see into their hearts. In his vision, there were only enemies and victory; anyone who stood in his way would be destroyed by his unstoppable swordsmanship.

His breathing was steady and powerful, "huff and puff," and every swing of his sword was accompanied by a low roar, "Hey! Ha!" The roar was full of strength and determination, able to penetrate the darkness and reach the other side of the light. It echoed in the passage, bringing endless oppression to the enemy. Gong Simeng followed closely behind, the soft whip in his hand was as flexible and ferocious as a dragon in the sea. With a "snapping" sound, the shadow of the whip and the light of Shi Feiyang's sword complemented each other, weaving a web of death together, trapping the men in black tightly and leaving them nowhere to escape. This forced the men in black to retreat continuously, their faces filled with fear and despair. They fled in all directions, but they could never break through this web of death. They could only shout in fear, and the sound echoed in the passage, full of helplessness.

Faced with this sudden attack, the men in black were caught off guard and quickly organized a counterattack in panic.

Xiang Kun and Jin Liufu took the opportunity to launch an attack from the side. For a moment, the passage was filled with deafening shouts of "Kill!" "Charge!" Various voices intertwined together.

Shi Feiyang searched the crowd for the leader of the men in black. His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, scanned the chaotic battlefield swiftly, not missing a single corner. Finally, he spotted a burly man holding a broadsword, directing the resistance. This man was clearly the leader. A ferocious expression adorned his face, as he shouted orders to his men.

Shi Feiyang displayed the mysterious light skill of "brushing off after the task is completed" and arrived in front of the man with a few light jumps. His figure drew a graceful arc in the air, and with a "whoosh", he was like a cheetah pouncing on its prey.

The leader brandished a broadsword and engaged in a fierce duel with Shi Feiyang.

The two men fought back and forth, with swords flashing and sabers shadowing, and the sound of weapons colliding was endless.

Shi Feiyang's swordsmanship was sharp, and the man's swordsmanship was vigorous, so it was difficult to tell who was better.

During the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang's eyes revealed excitement and anticipation. He really enjoyed the battle. Every confrontation made his blood boil, as if he was born to fight.

Just as the fierce battle reached its climax, a violent vibration suddenly came from the depths of the passage, "boom, boom", as if something ancient and terrifying was about to awaken.

An ominous premonition arose in Shi Feiyang's heart.

Deep within the tunnel, the tremors grew more intense. From time to time, debris rained down overhead with a crackling sound, as if the very sky itself were trembling. The surroundings were filled with the clashing cries of fighting and the clanging of weapons. The entire space was plunged into chaos and battle.

Suddenly, the leader in black let out a deafening roar, the sound waves rolled, "Ah!" It seemed that the passage would collapse.

He raised his broadsword high in both hands, the blade gleaming coldly in the dim light as he unleashed a breathtakingly powerful "Split Mount Hua" attack. The blade's force, engulfed in a whistling wind, resembled a surging mountain torrent, whirring as it descended upon Shi Feiyang's head like a mountain bearing down on him. Wherever it passed, the air was forcibly torn apart by the blade, emitting a piercing shriek and a terrifying hissing sound.

Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed, his eyes like a deep pool, calm and serene, revealing an extraordinary calmness and composure.

He tapped the ground lightly, exerting force on his toes. His body shifted sideways like a ghost, nimbly dodging a fatal blow like a flying swallow. With a whoosh, his Burmese knife swung into a dazzling flower. The blade shimmered, the energy surging, and he used the knife like a sword, piercing the black-clad leader's wrist. The seemingly light flower held a fierce, deadly blow, each petal imbued with a sharp edge capable of slicing through flesh, like a deadly flower blooming in the darkness.

The black-clad leader reacted extremely quickly. Sensing the danger, he hurriedly drew his sword to defend himself. His sword drew an arc in the air, accompanied by a whistling sound, and blocked in front of him, successfully blocking Shi Feiyang's lightning-fast sword.

A loud "clang" sound echoed in the passage.

(End of this chapter)