The light of the sword is like the moon reflecting on Kyushu

Chapter 2033: Demonic Sound Serves People
Unlike Wang Sheng, Duanmu Yan didn't want to put anyone on the list!

He kept firing arrows, suppressing the martial arts masters of the Central Plains so much that they couldn't even raise their heads! Anyone who showed their face would die! Fortunately, there were many strangely shaped rocks protruding from the hillside, otherwise none of them would have survived!

However, these martial arts masters were unwilling to be suppressed forever, and kept crawling forward. As a result, people kept revealing their bodies, and people kept being sent to the blissful afterlife by the Rebirth Arrow!
The mountaintop is steep and long, with a distance of 100 zhang between the east and west sides and 50 zhang between the north and south sides!
No one managed to scale the hill on the east side, but over two hundred people had already made it up on the west side!
Tie Xueyan lay on the snow, barely clinging to life!

He felt his life slipping away with his blood!
I never imagined that what should have been a perfect opportunity for revenge would end up costing me my life.
In the instant he thrust out that sword, an inspirational poem came to mind: "No one supports my lofty ambitions, I will tread the snow to the mountain peak." He thought it was the beginning of defying fate, but it turned out to be the end of his life!

Before he died, he cursed, "Damn it, what bad luck!" and then he died.
Looking at the surging crowd, Wang Sheng shouted, "Break!"

The Azure Frost Sword transformed into a streak of light, flashing through the crowd like lightning. It appeared and disappeared in an instant, with a series of sharp, piercing sounds as the blades pierced through bodies. People fell one after another, and by the time some people realized what was happening and tried to get down, at least a hundred people had already been struck by the sword and were lying on the ground, unable to get up!

On the mountaintop, a large group of martial arts figures surrounded Xiong Mengyan in a semi-fan shape! At this moment, not a single person turned back to look at Wang Sheng, and no one noticed the imposing figure dozens of feet away firing wildly down the mountain!

Everyone's attention was drawn to the woman in white!
The girl was young, but she had an eerie feeling of having "cultivated for a thousand years"! Her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, and her lips were fiery red. Her every glance was inexplicably captivating. Many young men found themselves breathing rapidly, their hearts racing, and unconsciously licking their lips and swallowing hard!
The evil spirit is soaring!

Master Xuancheng of Shaolin's Lion's Roar only brought everyone back to their senses for a few breaths. A moment later, everyone was back to their original state, which greatly angered Master Xuancheng!
"What are you doing?" This shout, once again gathering decades of accumulated skill, brought the Lion's Roar to its peak, the sound waves exploding, and many martial arts masters hurriedly covered their ears! Although they were startled, they finally regained some of their senses!

Xuan Cheng angrily said, "The demonic woman from the Demonic Sect is right in front of us. At this critical moment of life and death, are you still so stubborn?"

The roar was like thunder, instantly shocking everyone!

Right, we stormed the mountaintop to take out that archer, didn't we? Where's the archer? Why are there only three women there? That woman exudes a demonic aura; she's definitely not a good person!
Several seasoned and prudent martial arts figures shouted, "She is Xiong Mengyan, the demoness of the Demonic Sect! Kill her!"

"What? She's Xiong Mengyan? My junior brother died at her hands!"

"Damn it! My senior and junior brothers all died at her hands!"

"You two have a grudge against her? I have a grudge against her too! Brothers, let's go!"

"on!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

More than two hundred people surged toward Xiong Mengyan like a tidal wave!
Xiong Mengyan smiled disdainfully, but in everyone's eyes, it was a seductive smile that could charm all beings!
With her left hand pressing down on the strings and her right fingertips gliding across all the strings, a melodious sound rang out as the prelude began, and she prepared to test the power of the music!
A Shaolin monk with bristling hair and beard shouted, his copper staff humming, "Witch! Surrender now!"

His response was a soft melody as the woman's slender fingers brushed across the strings of her zither.

Zheng——!
"House of Flying Daggers"! The sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses suddenly rise!

The sound was like ten thousand ice needles piercing his eardrums! Blood flowed from the Shaolin monk's eardrums, his body swayed, and he collapsed to the ground! He had been knocked unconscious!

Xiong Mengyan tested her skills, using only a fraction of her strength, wanting to see the effect of stunning the monk! If she wanted to kill him with one blow, the monk would either die of a broken heart or explode!

Faced with the overwhelming onslaught, Xiong Mengyan's hands suddenly transformed into a hazy, ethereal blur. Her ten fingers spun, hooked, flicked, and plucked with speed exceeding all limits, unleashing the ultimate power of the "Seven Absolute Demonic Arts" on her demonic zither!
It's no longer a stirring melody, but the whistling of blades tearing through the air!
The seven silver strings vibrated wildly, and with each pluck, a visible, thin as a cicada's wing yet incomparably sharp willow-leaf-shaped air blade shot out!

In an instant, a sky full of flying knives appeared!
That was not a steel knife or iron piece, but the solidified sound of death!
The blade energy crisscrossed, its speed surpassing even that of powerful bows and crossbows!

*Thud! Thud! Thud!* Several piercing screams rang out!

The three Kongtong Sect disciples at the forefront had barely raised their strange weapons halfway when their bodies were instantly pierced by dozens of transparent sonic blades!

Flesh and blood exploded like shredded silk!

One person's chest suddenly caved in, another's head was neatly sliced ​​off, and yet another was cut in half at the waist, covered in blood!

The thick, pungent smell of blood instantly overwhelmed the dust.

"Watch out for the sonic blade!" A Taoist nun in the Wudang sword formation shouted a warning. Before she finished speaking, her own long sword had already danced in a silver light to protect her body.

The clanging and clashing sounds were incessant! Sparks flew wildly as the sword shadows collided with the invisible sonic blades! Her tiger's mouth split open, the longsword almost slipped from her hand, and her clothes were slashed open in several bloody gashes on her arms!
As the crowd drew closer, Xiong Mengyan changed her fingering technique again, switching from plucked strokes to continuous strumming! The sound of the zither transformed from a single, sharp note into a dense, fragmented melody like the pounding of a storm!

The number of flying knives accompanied by the sound of zithers increased tenfold! Like a torrential downpour of transparent rain, it covered the entire ancient temple courtyard! There was no way to avoid it!

what--!
A chorus of screams erupted!
A Shaolin monk wielded a copper staff, the force of which shattered several sonic blades. However, he was too busy protecting himself to defend himself, and a sonic blade darted into the staff's shadow like a ghost, cleanly severing his ankle!
He screamed and fell to the ground, only to be shredded into a pile of minced meat by the countless sonic blades that followed!
Two female disciples of the Emei Sect, back to back, wielded their longswords with impenetrable skill, their protective aura swirling like a pale blue water shield. However, the Qin Yin Flying Knife possessed an eerie penetrating power, piercing through their protective auras in an instant! The sharp blade pierced through their bodies, and dozens of blood blossoms instantly erupted from their forms, as if they had been subjected to slow slicing, collapsing simultaneously.

Everywhere you look, there is splattered blood, broken weapons, and severed limbs!
In just this one wave, most of the experts who were besieging the enemy were killed!

Corpses lay strewn across the ground, and even those who had escaped serious injury were mostly wounded and wretched, their eyes finally revealing undisguised terror. The figure in white seemed to be the eye of a storm; the woman sat gracefully playing the zither, her white dress spotless, yet the area around her was a living hell!

"Sorcery bewitches the mind! Seals the six senses!" Shaolin Xuancheng, with his profound internal energy, once again unleashed a powerful Lion's Roar, blasting a wave of energy around himself to protect his mind from being severely injured by the sonic blade! His eyes widened in fury as he shouted to the remaining crowd, "Charge! Kill the demoness and destroy the demonic zither!"

Everyone knew they were in dire straits. Forcibly channeling their inner energy to seal their ear acupoints and reduce their hearing to a minimum was utterly futile! Their opponent wasn't using the seductive sonic attack to disturb their minds; instead, they were launching a powerful sonic attack powered by their inner energy. Without the protection of their Golden Bell Shield or Iron Shirt techniques, what good was feigning deafness? Just as the martial arts masters gritted their teeth, preparing for a desperate last stand and another charge, a mocking glint flashed in Xiong Mengyan's seductive eyes—

It has already been proven that no one can stop the torrential rain of blades; now let's try the soul-snatching demonic sound!
The style of the piano music suddenly changed!
It was no longer the sharp, murderous sound, but rather a gentle, soothing whisper, like a beautiful woman's breath or a lover's murmur, breaking through the internal energy barrier that sealed the ear and penetrating straight to the heart!
A decadent melody arose eerily from the resounding "Ambush from Ten Sides," like a tangled poisonous vine! This is the most insidious and bizarre of the "Seven Deadly Demonic Sounds," namely "Seven Emotions Bewitching Souls"!
In an instant, all the experts running wildly in the arena froze!
The Shaolin monks, including Xuansheng, Xuanzhan, Xuanhuan, Xuanxie, and Xuanlian, all turned flushed crimson, as if drunk! Xuansheng suddenly threw away his Vajra Staff, which he cherished dearly, and made an embracing gesture with both hands, uttering a muffled, nostalgic cry: "Cuilian...hug me..." He then spun around in place, like a mischievous village child learning to walk, tears streaming down his face! Xuancheng's eyes widened, his eyebrows raised in anger! What the hell was going on?
Another Wudang swordsman, usually the most aloof and self-disciplined, now had a vacant and unfocused gaze, and a lewd smile appeared on his face! Trembling, he untied the belt of his Taoist robe, revealing his chest, and chuckled foolishly, "Fairy... Fairy... Come... Follow this humble Taoist to practice the Joyful Zen... Hehehe..." He staggered and lunged at a terrified Emei disciple beside him!

But the Emei disciple saw a beautiful young woman throwing herself into his arms, and he actually went to meet her with a lewd expression!

People are confused and in a frenzy!
The music suddenly changed, and the two Kongtong disciples' eyes flashed with ferocity, as if they saw each other as demons with whom they had a blood feud! "You dog! Prepare to die!" they roared, stabbing their fellow disciples, who were usually dealt with witches, with the death nails and three-edged daggers they were meant to use against them!

In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the two men, like madmen, began to kill each other!

Beside him stood an elder of the Diancang Sect, his eyes reflecting boundless darkness and despair. A gurgling sound escaped his throat, as if an invisible giant hand were gripping his throat. Tears streamed down his face as he murmured, "Useless…trash…better to die…better to die…" Suddenly, he swung his hand back, unleashing a palm strike imbued with all his life's power, slamming it hard against the top of his head! *Thud!* His skull shattered, splattering blood and white matter everywhere! The corpse crashed to the ground!

The depraved music filled the heavens and earth, and the martial arts heroes who had previously united to fight the enemy had collapsed!
Madness, lust, killing, suicide... all sorts of depravity and ugliness of humanity are being played out in such a sudden and cruel way at this moment!

The small, tranquil patch of land, roughly ten feet square, surrounding Xiong Mengyan stood in stark contrast to the bloody hell and the madness of the spiritual abyss outside! The visual impact was incredibly strong!

A cruel and indifferent smile seemed to curve her lips as her fingers caressed the strings of the piano, as if gently stroking a lover's neck, playing the most terrifying sounds of slaughter and depravity in the world.

The throwing knife has ceased, but the broken string still vibrates in the wind. On the blood-soaked bluestone slab, purple gauze brushes against the jagged wood grain of the zither's headstock.

A song of the Heavenly Demon, witnessing the ugliness of humanity!
Inside the carriage, Yuan Zishan suddenly opened her eyes, "Her skills have improved again!"

Chili asked, "Who is it?"

A barely perceptible hint of coldness appeared at the corner of Yuan Zishan's mouth, "You vixen surnamed Xiong!"

Chili's eyes lit up. "Xiong Mengyan? Her martial arts have improved again?" Seeing that Yuan Zishan wasn't very happy, she shut her mouth!

Chili knew that the woman surnamed Xiong was a sorceress from a demonic sect, a murderer with a terrible reputation, and was said to be promiscuous! But how dare such a shameless woman try to steal the young master from the young lady! She wondered why the young master hadn't killed her! And what was even stranger was that if the young master didn't make a move, why hadn't the young lady done the same before?
Is it because, like Sister Zijing, the person surnamed Xiong is "annoyed by everything he sees and hears" because he cannot be killed? Seeing or hearing about him is incredibly annoying!
Chili couldn't help but ask, "Is she as skilled in martial arts as Miss?"

Yuan Zishan said, "No!" Seeing the worry on Chili's face, Yuan Zishan softened and regretted her cold expression just now. "Don't worry, Chili, even if her martial arts are as good as yours, I can still kill her!" She said this with absolute certainty and no room for doubt!
She didn't exaggerate!
Acupuncture with golden needles can unleash three times the combat power!
She is currently at the peak of the Triple Glazed Realm, only a hair's breadth away from the Quadruple Glazed Realm. With the Golden Needle Acupuncture Technique, she can instantly rise to the Ninth Glazed Realm!

It can be said that in terms of pure strength, Nine Times Glazed Glass almost completely crushes the Celestial Realm!

Of course, for experts who have broken through to the Celestial Realm, martial prowess is no longer the only way to win!

Military force is not the same as combat power!
It is said that experts in the Celestial Realm can be like the Supreme Saints who "hold the mandate of Heaven in their mouths," their words becoming law, and they can crush everything without even using force. In the blink of an eye, their enemies are already reduced to ashes!
The Eight Thieves were locked in a fierce battle with Chen Qingzhi, Hou Junji, and others when suddenly a piercing whistling sound approached. Before anyone could react, a series of "poof poof poof" sounds rang out as flying swords darted back and forth, instantly piercing through everyone's bodies!
More than ten people froze at the same time!
Chen Qingzhi gave a bitter smile: "Damn it, they still haven't let us go!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Hou Junji's mouth. He looked up at the edge of the cliff and cried out in a shrill voice, "This boy has committed so many murders that he will surely be punished by Heaven!"

The White Ape Immortal, his face deathly pale, looked at his chest in disbelief, muttering to himself, "How could this happen? It's all my fault! Since that person surnamed Feng didn't go up the mountain, why didn't I go down with him? Why didn't I go down with him?" He suddenly turned to look at his seven brothers and sisters, his face full of regret, "How did it turn out like this?"

Nasu-sen was also filled with fear, looking at the blood gushing from his chest, and became somewhat hysterical: "I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" His shouts were laced with sobs, shrill and piercing!
The second brother, the Thousand-Faced Gentleman, the Painted Skin Immortal—a master of disguise; the third brother, the Mountain-Piercing Tai Sui, the Earth-Digging Immortal—a contraption expert; the fourth brother, the River-Turning Yaksha, the Sea-Stirring Immortal—a master of naval warfare; the fifth brother, the Soul-Capturing Scholar, the Bewitching Immortal—a master of poisons; the sixth brother, the Divine Strategist, the Exquisite Immortal—an intelligence gatherer; and the eighth brother, the Life-Taking Judge, the Yin-Yang Immortal—the team's strategist. All of them were ashen-faced, unable to believe that they would die here!
They always thought they were incredibly clever, never confronting others head-on, grabbing or stealing whenever possible, and never falling into the hands of others!
He had clearly made a plan to follow Feng Jiuxiao closely, but who knew that he would end up going up the mountain on his own, as if possessed by a ghost! He did see some rare and precious treasures, but now his life was at stake!
Fuck!
Chen Qingzhi, leaning on his silver spear, coldly stared at the blurry figure on the cliff edge and sneered, "A true man's life and death are preordained, what is there to fear! Kill me today, and in twenty years I will be a hero again. When I am reborn, I will surely kill you!" *Pfft*—he spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, dead!

Hou Junji collapsed to the ground, muttering, "Damn it, in the end I still can't escape death!" His eyes gradually lost their luster, and soon his pupils dilated...

Seeing that there were no more survivors at the foot of the mountain, Wang Sheng turned around and headed towards the center of the mountain peak!

By this time, the mountaintop was already a river of blood and piled high with corpses, a veritable hell on earth!

The earth was covered in white snow, and the crimson blood was like splashed ink on plum blossoms. The scene was tragically beautiful, yet it was filled with a strong sense of murderous intent!
Amidst the clanging and clashing of metal, dozens of men continued their indiscriminate hacking and slashing!

They were covered in blood, like blood-soaked figures, yet they fought with increasing ferocity and none of them retreated!
Because at this moment, in their eyes, the opponent in front of them was none other than their mortal enemy whom they had been searching for for many years!

Killing him with one strike would be too lenient!
They must be tortured beyond measure! Only a thousand cuts will satisfy our hatred!

Unfortunately, our opponent thought the same thing!

The two exchanged blows, each move avoiding vital points, but each strike was ruthless, and every cut and sword wound was excruciatingly painful!
Wang Sheng slowly walked forward a few steps and then stopped, crossing his arms and becoming a spectator watching from the sidelines! Judging from the situation on the ground, Xiong Mengyan had completely taken control!
*Poof!* The Azure Frost returns to its sheath!
Duanmu Yan also walked towards Xiong Mengyan from the opposite side, but when he saw Wang Sheng, he stopped far away and became a spectator!
Xiong Mengyan's zither music kept changing, and the masters fighting fiercely on the battlefield changed with the rhythm. The rhythm, speed and strength of their moves changed accordingly!

These experts have clearly become Xiong Mengyan's puppets! Marionettes! The sound waves are the invisible strings!

Wang Sheng thought to herself: She has already mastered the art of controlling people with her voice, what is she still testing?
suddenly--

He discovered that one of the corpses had stood up and was charging towards the fighting crowd!
Wang Sheng's pupils contracted!

Did Xiong Mengyan incorporate the Corpse-Serving General's "Corpse-Serving Technique" into her zither music? When did she obtain the "Corpse-Serving Technique"?

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