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Meng Zhao's expression remained unchanged; his sword touched her and then moved away, his movements as agile as a fluttering butterfly.

Xiong Fei looked at Meng Zhao with astonishment in his eyes. He gently touched the injured Tanzhong acupoint with his fingers. Although he had not truly broken Meng Zhao's Hun Tie Gang Body, the power of his sword energy was indeed not weak, tearing through Meng Zhao's defenses.

The sword energy, hidden in the Tanzhong acupoint, drilled deeper and deeper like a drill. If it weren't for his profound skill, even if his Mixed Iron Body hadn't been broken, his entire body would have been pierced by the sword energy.

"Impressive swordsmanship, but unfortunately, your skill is insufficient. You seem to be inferior even to this young man from the Cai family. Were you invited by him?"

In fact, Xiong Fei valued Meng Zhao even more than Cai Qi, because Meng Zhao's internal strength was by no means the same as Cai's Wind Blade Calamity, but the power of his sword energy was even more terrifying than the Wind Blade Calamity, which was enough to show that this person was not simple.

If they were of equal skill, Meng Zhao possessed Cai Qi's internal energy cultivation and powerful qi; this attack alone would likely have been enough to severely injure him.

Meng Zhao's skill level is currently somewhat weak. Although his sword energy is quite powerful, surpassing Yingfeng Yidao, it does not pose a significant threat to him.

At least, it wasn't enough to make Xiongfei feel threatened with death.

Meng Zhao smiled slightly and sighed.

"It's a fine sword technique to begin with, but it's precisely because of Chief Xiong's defensive skills that it's considered so exquisite. If it weren't for the advantage of the sword, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been able to injure Chief Xiong!"

This is indeed true. The Cold Moon Sword in Meng Zhao's hand has an unparalleled sharpness, and it is only when combined with sword energy that it has such extraordinary destructive power.

However, Meng Zhao felt that the words "Master Xiong" sounded strangely familiar.

The fact that the main branch of the Xiong Ba family has no divine presence is quite interesting.

Xiong Fei's flesh writhed, and within moments the bleeding stopped; the killing intent in his eyes intensified.
"That's right. If it weren't for the power of your weapon, you wouldn't be able to hurt me. But this is your only chance. Your biggest regret is that you didn't poison your sword. After this strike, you'll have no chance to turn the tables!"

As soon as he finished speaking, muffled thuds echoed beneath Xiong Fei's feet, the earth trembled, and white auras formed beneath his feet, tearing through the surroundings and propelling him toward Meng Zhao with powerful propulsion.

With a single punch, the heavens and earth seemed to be shaken by the domineering and murderous aura contained within it, with endless rays of light condensing within it, and the air emitting a sharp chirping sound.

Meng Zhao moved with the grace of a willow swaying in the wind, effortlessly dodging the overwhelming force of the punches. She transformed into a paper doll, nimbly shifting and turning in the void, her longsword flashing with a clear and beautiful light, raining down on Xiong Fei.

Fast, incredibly fast.

With swift movements, Meng Zhao's movements possessed the agility and speed of the wind, as well as a ghostly allure and mesmerizing quality.

His swordsmanship was fast, his sword strikes were like the wind, no, even faster than the wind, and the angles were tricky. Often, in unbelievable circumstances, he would pierce or cut through Xiong Fei's skin, drawing out a few drops of blood, or sometimes just a small red mark.

This clearly demonstrates how terrifying Xiongfei's defenses are.

For a moment, Meng Zhao seemed to have fallen into the same predicament as Cai Qi.

By launching incredibly rapid attacks, one can relentlessly pressure the opponent, disrupt their fighting rhythm, and ultimately attempt to kill them.

However, the most crucial point is that Xiongfei's so-called weaknesses and flaws are all fake, and his vulnerabilities are likely traps.

Therefore, Meng Zhao also acted cautiously.

Even though Xiong Fei sometimes deliberately revealed some weaknesses in his defenses, Meng Zhao remained extremely patient and steadfast, making a clean break without hesitation.

Assassins are all about burst damage, but at the same time, their fragile bodies mean they should avoid close combat with heavily armored tanks or warriors, or they can easily be caught off guard and lose.

Meng Zhao, on the other hand, is like a dreamlike angel, wielding a Cold Moon Sword, transforming into a sword spirit, wandering in a magnificent world of swordsmanship.

Cai Qi watched anxiously from the sidelines. Meng Zhao's performance was actually far superior to his, simply because Meng Zhao's swordsmanship and martial arts were better than his.

However, even with such martial arts skills, Xiong Fei's physical defenses were not broken, and he was still in a disadvantageous position.

If Xiong Fei's physical body is not breached, then he will be in an absolute advantage. How much internal energy and qi does Meng Zhao, who is launching a strong attack, have to squander?
Therefore, after Cai Qi calmed down and his strength recovered, he started thinking about when to go on stage and join forces with Meng Zhao to attack Xiong Fei.

However, Cai Qi never found a suitable opportunity because Meng Zhao's offensive was too fast, too urgent, and too fierce.

After dozens of moves, Xiong Fei noticed that Meng Zhao was losing strength and his attacks were gradually slowing down. He seized a break in Meng Zhao's rhythm and instantly clasped his hands together to catch the Cold Moon Sword.

He unleashed a tremendous force that swept in all directions, attempting to seize the sword.

He had come to a complete understanding that Meng Zhao was not strong enough, but his swordsmanship was superb and his sword was also quite good. Only by taking the long sword from Meng Zhao's hand could he completely suppress him. Otherwise, he would always find a way to fight back.

However, Meng Zhao had an extremely strong grip and his energy was dense and flexible. No matter how much force he unleashed, he still couldn't completely disarm the sword.

At this critical moment.

A cunning glint flashed in Meng Zhao's eyes, along with a chilling killing intent.

At an incredibly close distance, a silver needle shot out from between Meng Zhao's other fingers, instantly piercing the dim sky and piercing Xiong Fei's right eye, bursting into liquid, with gushing blood flowing incessantly.

"what!"

Xiongfei cried out in pain, feeling an unprecedented pain surge through his heart. The intense pain also stimulated his body's potential.

In an instant, Xiong Fei exerted force with both palms, breaking the Cold Moon Sword, forged from cold iron, in two pieces. At the same time, his fists involuntarily blasted in all directions.

The powerful and domineering fist force was as dense as a sudden rain, crashing down in all directions with thunderous booms.

Meng Zhao stepped back at the opportune moment, dealing with the unconscious burst of fist force with ease and composure.

On one side, Cai Qi was almost stunned, never expecting that the contest between the two would end so quickly.

I never imagined that Meng Zhao would be the one to win in the end.

This technique of concealing a needle within a sword, with the needle as sharp as a sword, is truly unpredictable and impossible to defend against.

The key question is, where did this guy get those silver needles? Could this be another strange sword technique?
Meng Zhao, with a hint of regret, dropped the broken sword in his hand, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at the crazed Xiong Fei, his heart at peace.

This technique was created by him by combining the hidden needle style of the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique from the TV series. The silver needle in his hand is always kept between his fingers, ready to be released at any time. Once released, it will surely be used to win the battle.

As expected, the hidden needle technique immediately destroyed one of Xiongfei's eyes.

As a result, Xiongfei went into a berserk state and wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

Throughout the entire battle, the rhythm was actually in Meng Zhao's hands. There was indeed a gap in their raw strength, with Xiong Fei's internal energy far surpassing Meng Zhao's.

However, when it comes to actual combat skills, Xiong Fei is no match for Meng Zhao. When Meng Zhao pierced Xiong Fei's Tanzhong acupoint with his sword, he discovered that this weakness was deliberately released to lure others. He then realized that the opponent's true weaknesses might not be many, but his eyes were definitely one of them.

To strike an opponent's eyes with a sword is by no means an easy task. Even if the sword moves with the wind, and its energy and intent are as pervasive as the wind, it is still not perfect or omnipotent.

Therefore, Meng Zhao adopted a strong offensive approach, just like Cai Qi had done previously.

Of course, this is what's on the surface. In reality, Meng Zhao has been secretly planning, setting traps, and plotting against Xiong Fei.

By launching such a short-sighted offensive, we can lower Xiongfei's guard and let him become arrogant.

Then, when the time was right, he deliberately created a weakness, just like the weakness that Xiongfei had created before.

Xiongfei fell for the trick and ultimately gave Meng Zhao a chance to use his hidden needle technique. The silver needle, propelled by sword energy, instantly pierced Meng Zhao's eyeball, causing serious injury.

The whole situation, seemingly full of twists and turns, was actually in Meng Zhao's hands from beginning to end.

Furthermore, don't think that simply releasing silver needles is enough to pierce Xiongfei's eyes.

If it were a hidden weapon technique, Xiong Fei wasn't blind, so there was actually a very high probability that he would dodge it.

Only this method of launching silver needles, a technique of sword energy and sword form, originating from the same source as the sword following the wind, and a needle technique as bizarre and unparalleled as the Sunflower Manual, could produce such tremendous results.

The fact that Cai Qi could only understand 30-40% of it shows that there is a huge gap between him and Meng Zhao.

However, he was not very concerned about how high Meng Zhao's martial arts skills were, how deep his scheming was, or how outstanding his battle tactics were.

Watching Xiong Fei go berserk as if possessed, his energy filling his entire body, turning the green iron color into blood red, and blood gradually seeping from his pores, Cai Qi fell into a state of absolute silence and joy.

Martial arts is about cultivation, and cultivation requires cultivating the mind.

If one's mental state is insufficient, no matter how abundant one's true energy or how domineering and exquisite one's techniques are, it will be difficult to reach the highest level of martial arts.

Cai Qi was previously troubled by Xiong Fei. He felt uneasy and his ideas were not clear until he killed him. Naturally, his cultivation gradually slowed down, and he even gradually fell into a martial arts obstacle.

Now, seeing Xiong Fei's eye blown out and him nearly driven mad by internal energy, not far from death, he naturally felt a strange mix of emotions. His temperament was elevated, and his martial arts skills were bound to improve greatly in the future.

“I have done everything I could. Now that Xiongfei’s martial arts have been broken, although he still looks incredibly fierce, he is just a paper tiger. Brother Cai, please make your move!”

Meng Zhao's reluctance to shed Xiong Fei's blood wasn't due to any germophobia or a sense of kinship; it was simply out of caution.

It seems that Xiongfei has lost an eye, but who knows if he has any methods like the Heavenly Demon Disintegration that would lead to mutual destruction? He still has to back down.

Anyway, Cai Qi wanted to kill the other party himself, so this can be considered as fulfilling the other party's wishes.

Upon hearing this, Cai Qi nodded, drew his knife, and stepped forward, closing in step by step.

Xiongfei seemed to sense the impending danger. One of his eyes was completely black, while the other, due to extreme pain, was bloodshot and turned bright red, making his vision extremely blurry.

Seeing Cai Qi approaching, he roared,
"You want my life? Don't even think about it! I'm going to kill you today!"

With an extremely fierce momentum, his fists still contained the power to break rocks and split gold, and he smashed them towards Cai Qi.

With fists like hammers and axes, he cleaved and chiseled, causing the air to surge and the airflow to transform into transparent fist shapes, filling the entire space in front of him.

However, Cai Qi shook his head, turned slightly, and moved to stand behind Xiong Fei, slashing with his knife.

The incredibly sharp blade instantly cleaved a long and deep gash in Xiong Fei's broad back, with blood gushing out like a fountain.

However, it was because Xiong Fei's potential was bursting forth, and endless energy was flowing and surging through his meridians, eagerly trying to break through the many shackles, but was restrained by his powerful physical body.

Therefore, it appears to be just that the blood and qi have been stimulated, causing the entire body to turn red.

However, Cai Qi's strike was like opening Pandora's box, creating a breach that released countless pressures, naturally bringing out a large amount of vital essence.

With a single strike, Xiong Fei, who had been acting like a madman, suddenly became incredibly weak.

Previously, it was like a majestic lion, but now it has become a delicate and weak kitten.

Cai Qi felt no pleasure in revenge, and without further hesitation, he thrust his blade towards Feng Chui.

The next moment, Xiong Fei's head flew into the air, accompanied by splattered blood.

The whole scene looked extremely ferocious and terrifying, yet for some reason, it also contained a violent beauty.

Meng Zhao was somewhat moved, only regretting that his artistic skills were not high enough; otherwise, wouldn't it have been a wonderful thing to pick up a brush and paint at this moment?
A powerful figure, Xiong Fei, was beheaded and died, his overwhelming aura and formidable martial arts skills cut short.

Not long after Xiongfei's death, a light snow began to fall from the sky. The snowflakes drifted down and stained the crimson blood, creating a poignant and beautiful scene.

"Thank you very much. If it weren't for your help today, I would have had no chance of killing Xiong Fei. This is the agreed-upon recipe for the secret medicine for the Wind Blade Calamity, and there is also a bottle of secret medicine. Please take it!"

As Cai Qi spoke, he pulled a piece of paper and a small porcelain bottle from his chest and tossed them to Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao took it, glanced at it briefly, and then accepted it.

In fact, the Wind Blade Calamity was no longer that useful to him, but the secret medicine formula was still very important. Meng Zhao could gain a lot of experience from it, which could be used to create skills and medicine formulas.

"Xiongfei was a remarkable person, what a pity."

Meng Zhao remarked with emotion that he still greatly admired this person's martial arts skills.

Of course, the perspective is also this world, this era.

Otherwise, in the previous life, Xiong Fei wouldn't have been anything special.

"There's nothing to regret. The martial world is all about killing each other. In the future, it might be someone else who kills me or you."

After a pause, Cai Qi continued,

"This is our parting today, as if we've never met again. I won't look for you, and you don't need to look for me. I'll be leaving Kaiyan County for now. Take care!" (End of Chapter)