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

Chapter 95: Fierce Battle in Taishan Valley: Shi Feiyang Kills the Giant Beast and Unravels the Black-Clad Man's Conspiracy

"Clang!" In an instant, the sound of metal colliding was deafening, as if countless sharp blades were cutting in the air, sparks flying, like a string of fireworks blooming in the darkness, and the light instantly illuminated the dim passage.

Then, the black-clad leader changed his tactics, taking a sharp step forward. With a thud, he left a shallow footprint on the ground, demonstrating his immense strength. The blade, pressed tightly against the ground, swished out like a streak of black lightning, attempting to sever Shi Feiyang's legs. The wind from the blade scraped across the ground, raising a cloud of dust and making a whirring sound.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang tapped the ground with his toes and leaped into the air as lightly as a wisp of green smoke. He did a beautiful flip in the air, just like a dancing fairy. His movements were elegant and agile. He easily avoided the fierce attack and took advantage of the situation to perform the "Meteor Chasing the Moon". The Burmese knife in his hand was like a meteor that streaked through the night sky, dragging a long light, and with a "swoosh" sound, it stabbed towards the throat of the black-clothed leader.

The Burmese knife cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, as if it was going to tear a hole in the darkness, making a hissing sound.

The leader in black hurriedly raised his knife to block. With a loud "clang" sound, like the ringing of a huge bell, the Burmese knife hit the blade of the leader in black, splashing a dazzling spark. The crisp sound kept echoing in the passage, and the lingering sound was lingering.

Not far away, Gong Simeng was also fighting fiercely with several men in black.

The whip in her hand was like a nimble black venomous snake, slithering through the air with a snapping sound, constantly changing its attacking moves. The whip tip was as agile as a snake's tongue, flashing with a cold light, making it impossible to defend against it. A man in black seized the opportunity and, taking advantage of a gap in Gong Simeng's attack, swung his knife at her back, the blade cutting through the air with a whirring sound.

Gong Simeng seemed to have a premonition, and a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, like a sharp cheetah.

She turned lightly, floating like catkins in the wind, with a "whoosh" sound.

The whip in her hand shot out like black lightning, instantly wrapping around the wrist of the man in black. With a whoosh, she pulled hard, and with a clean and sharp movement, the knife in the man's hand fell to the ground with a clang. The sound was the death knell of the enemy's defeat in the silent passage.

At the same time, Xiang Kun and Jin Liufu were also fighting a bloody battle with some men in black.

Xiang Kun's brows furrowed in concentration, his voice muttering to himself. His hands formed seals rapidly, like a phantom, his fingers dancing as if weaving an invisible web. A faint, earthy-yellow light emanated from him, a gentle glow yet imbued with immense power. The power of the earth rapidly converged upon him, emitting a humming sound.

In an instant, the ground shook violently, "boom boom", as if a sleeping giant woke up.

Several sharp stone spikes broke out of the ground. The surface of the stone spikes was rough and carried the smell of soil. Like sharp blades, they made a whistling sound and stabbed towards the man in black rapidly.

The men in black were horrified at the sight, their faces filled with fear, their eyes wide. They dodged left and right, and with a few bangs, their once orderly formation was thrown into disarray. Their resistance became disorganized, and they fled in all directions like frightened birds, shouting in fear. Jin Liufu, like a nimble cheetah, darted nimbly through the chaotic crowd, his movements nimble and elusive. His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, locked onto every target.

"Swish!" The small flying knives in his hand flew out like raindrops, each flying knife flashed with cold light and made a "swish" sound.

The flying knife traced arcs through the air, flying precisely towards the man in black. "Bang!" The men in black who were hit screamed and fell to the ground. Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air, making people feel nauseous. The strong smell seemed to penetrate into their internal organs.

As the battle raged, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the tunnel. "Ouch!" The sound seemed to emanate from the depths of Hell, carrying with it an endless stream of terror and oppression. The sound waves trembled, shaking the stone walls on either side of the tunnel. Dust fell with a rustling sound. A massive black figure burst forth from the darkness like lightning, its speed leaving no time for reaction, leaving only a blurry afterimage. Everyone looked closely and saw that it was a massive monster.

The monster was covered in black scales, which shone strangely in the dim light, like strange stars twinkling in the night sky. It seemed like a layer of indestructible armor, and each scale exuded a cold breath.

Its head bore twin horns, like sharp spears, gleaming with a cold light, seemingly capable of piercing anything with ease. A buzzing sound echoed through its vast maw, revealing sharp fangs, each as large as a dagger. In the darkness, they radiated a chilling chill, as if capable of tearing a person apart in an instant. With each step, the ground shook violently, making a thud-thud sound. The entire passage trembled beneath its feet, stirring up a thick cloud of dust. Its aura stirred the surrounding air, turning it turbid and whirring.

Faced with this sudden monster, the men in black turned pale as paper, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their faces trembling in terror. Some were so frightened that their souls were shattered, their legs giving way, and they abandoned their weapons and fled. With a few thuds, their weapons fell to the ground. Seeing this, the leader in black, his face dark as ink, shouted, "No running! This is our weapon, and it will only attack the enemy!"

However, the monster seemed beyond his control. It roared furiously, a roar that pierced everyone's eardrums, a roar that threatened to shatter their souls. Then, it charged frantically at the crowd, its sharp claws carving deep marks on the stone walls on both sides of the passage. Stone chips flew and crackled, like a string of sparks blooming in the darkness.

Facing the monster's fierce attack, Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, making a "whoosh" sound, the true energy in his body surged like a raging torrent, and the Mingyu Gong circulated to the eighth level - Tai Shang Wang Qing.

An extreme chill emanated from his body, and the surrounding air instantly froze, ice crystals condensing into a thick layer of frost. The frost spread rapidly, expanding along the ground and stone walls, making a crackling sound.

Shi Feiyang's entire body radiated a faint jade-like sheen. He was enveloped in a layer of warm jade, yet radiated a bone-chilling chill that made anyone afraid to approach him, as if he were a moving iceberg. His gaze grew increasingly sharp, as if it could see through all illusions, discern every flaw in the monster, as if it could pierce its very soul.

The Burmese knife in Shi Feiyang's hand came to life, moving in sync with his will. Every move and form embodied the essence of the Hundred Victories Sword Technique. He swung the knife again, this time with a dragon-like gleam, carrying an unstoppable force. It sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, hissing as it struck the monster's vitals.

Wherever the blade flashed, the air was shattered, forming visible waves of air that whirred and spun. His blade technique was extremely sharp and domineering. He unleashed the "Turbulent Waves" move, and the blade flash instantly transformed into surging waves, layer upon layer, one after another, with a "swooshing" sound, sweeping towards the monster.

Each ray of sword light contained the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, capable of sweeping all things in the world into endless waves and drowning the monster in the sea of ​​swords. Shi Feiyang's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.

Under this powerful attack, the monster finally revealed a flaw. Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, like a star twinkling in the night sky. He shouted loudly, gathering all his strength in his right arm, and swung his sword. A dazzling blade of light cut through the sky, carrying endless coldness, like a bolt of lightning, striking the monster.

With a "whoosh", the blade directly chopped the monster's body, leaving a deep wound. Blood gushed out from the wound, and with a "puff", it splashed onto the ground, making a "sizzling" sound.

The blood instantly solidified on the cold ground, forming a dark red ice stain, which looked particularly hideous in the dim light.

(End of this chapter)