Wandering Swordsman |

Undeterred, Zhao Xue's eyes burned with hatred as she thrust her sword at Ma Xiaofeng like lightning. However, Ma Xiaofeng was a seasoned veteran, and after a few exchanges, Zhao Xue was clearly at a disadvantage. Her attacks, though fierce, proved insufficient against Ma Xiaofeng's extensive experience and powerful inner strength.

"You brat, you're still a long way off!" Ma Xiaofeng sneered, his longsword flashing out with tremendous force that sent Zhao Xue staggering back several steps. Zhao Xue fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but her eyes remained resolute as she struggled to her feet to continue fighting.

Just then, Ouyang, He Yun's father, and several other swordsmen quickly arrived at Zhao Xue's side, forming a protective circle. Ouyang Song roared, "How dare you hurt her! Today is your death day!"

Realizing the extremely unfavorable situation, Ma Xiaofeng quickly adjusted his mindset, attempting to find an opportunity to break through. His longsword flashed through the air, each strike carrying a chilling killing intent, trying to force back the six swordsmen from the Sword Tomb who were besieging him. However, against these seasoned veterans, every attack he launched was skillfully neutralized.

"You think you can trap me like this?" Ma Xiaofeng roared, his long sword flashing out, the powerful internal force seemingly freezing the surrounding air. This attack was not only incredibly powerful but also extremely fast, almost impossible to react to. However, Ouyang Song had already anticipated his desperate attempt, and with a swift movement, he easily dodged the attack.

"Do you think you can still escape?" Ouyang Song sneered, his longsword flashing like a serpent as it swiftly thrust towards Ma Xiaofeng's throat. At the same time, He Quanying, Hong Youquan, Wan Yingqiu, Shan Qinxi, and Zuo Jinlian also launched their attack, blocking Ma Xiaofeng's retreat from all directions.

Ma Xiaofeng's heart tightened. He knew that if he didn't go all out now, he would surely die on the spot. He concentrated all his inner strength into his longsword and swung it out fiercely again. The longsword in his hand brought out dazzling blade light, heading straight for Ouyang Song and the others.

Upon seeing this, Ouyang Song and the others narrowed their eyes and swiftly swung their swords to parry. The blade light unleashed by Ma Xiaofeng clashed with the six men's swords in mid-air, producing a deafening roar. The shockwave spread outwards, kicking up clouds of dust. Although Ouyang Song and the others successfully blocked the attack, they were still forced back several steps by the impact.

"Such powerful strength!" Ouyang Song was secretly surprised, but he quickly regained his composure. He knew that he could not afford to be careless at this moment, or the consequences would be unimaginable. So, the six of them quickly adjusted their internal energy, regained their footing, and, led by Ouyang Song, launched another attack on Ma Xiaofeng.

Although Ma Xiaofeng fought back valiantly, he gradually felt overwhelmed by the combined attack of the six men. Every attack was skillfully deflected by their opponents, leaving him in a passive defensive position. Beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his breathing became rapid.

"This can't go on!" The thought flashed through Ma Xiaofeng's mind, a resolute glint in his eyes. He decided to go all in, unleashing his most powerful move—"Whirlwind Slash." He gripped the longsword with both hands, jerked it upwards, and then slashed downwards with lightning speed. This move contained all his inner strength, its power astonishing.

"Watch out!" Ouyang Song shouted, warning everyone to be on guard. The six quickly formed a defensive formation, each unleashing their strongest defensive techniques. Ouyang Song was the first to charge forward, his longsword transforming into a barrier to try and block the fatal blow. At the same time, the other five also quickly joined the defense, forming a solid protective circle.

However, Ma Xiaofeng's attack was simply too powerful; even the combined efforts of the six swordsmen couldn't completely withstand it. The powerful shockwave instantly tore through their defenses, sending Ouyang Song and the others flying several meters away before crashing to the ground. Ma Xiaofeng seized the opportunity to break through the encirclement and attempt to escape the battlefield.

"We can't let him get away!" Ouyang Song endured the excruciating pain and quickly stood up, his gaze fixed on Ma Xiaofeng. He knew that judging from Zhao Xue's behavior, this man must have a deep-seated hatred for her. If he let this villain escape, he would have no face to face his niece-in-law.

Although Ma Xiaofeng had temporarily escaped the encirclement, his internal energy was exhausted, and his movements had become sluggish. Just as he was about to continue his escape, he suddenly sensed a strong killing intent coming from behind him. Turning around, he saw Ouyang Song approaching him with his sword drawn.

"Today is your death day!" Ouyang Song said coldly, his longsword gleaming. This time, they would give Ma Xiaofeng no chance. The six men quickly followed Ouyang Song and launched a new offensive, attacking Ma Xiaofeng fiercely.

Ma Xiaofeng tried his best to resist, but he was powerless to turn the tide against the combined attack of the six swordsmen. Ouyang Song's longsword pierced his throat like lightning, He Quanying's twin swords attacked from both sides, Hong Youquan's palm strikes fell like thunder, Wan Yingqiu's lightness skill left him nowhere to escape, and Shan Qinxi's flexible movements made him impossible to defend against.

"Ah!" Ma Xiaofeng screamed in agony as Ouyang Song pierced his vital point with a single sword strike, and he collapsed into a pool of blood. His eyes remained open, as if he couldn't believe he had ended up like this.

Zhao Xue stood by, witnessing everything unfold. Tears streamed down her face, a great weight finally lifted from her heart. Her uncle's hatred had finally been released, but her heart was far from at ease. She knew that while her uncle's death had been punished, the grudges and feuds in the martial world were far from over.

"Thank you, masters," Zhao Xue said softly, her voice filled with gratitude and respect. She bowed deeply to express her thanks to Ouyang Song and the others.

Ouyang Song patted Zhao Xue on the shoulder and said gently, "Child, no matter what hatred you had, it's all in the past." His eyes were full of love and care, as if telling her that there were still many things to look forward to in the future.

The chaotic battle continued, and the entire battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood and a tense atmosphere.

The sounds of clashing weapons, screams, and roars mingled together, like a symphony of apocalypse. The surrounding trees swayed in the gale, and fallen leaves, like snowflakes, danced in the air above the battlefield, adding a touch of desolation to this life-or-death struggle.

The duel between Situ Dengfeng and the mysterious Fu Sheng became the focus of the entire event. Although Situ Dengfeng was injured when he led the Martial Alliance in a great battle against the Demonic Sect, and his strength was less than half of his peak, he was still a former leader of the martial arts world and the number one martial arts master in the land. Every move Situ Dengfeng made carried the force of thunder.

The longsword in his hand was like a nimble dragon, sometimes thrusting out, sometimes swirling, every move and stance full of variation; while Fu Sheng's fist technique was like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, each strike causing a slight tremor in the ground.