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

Chapter 110: Fierce Battle in Taishan Valley: Shi Feiyang Bravely Fights Strong Enemies, Mingyu Gong Awes the World
Monk Xuan Yue clasped his hands together and muttered something. His voice was low and obscure, as if it came from the depths of ancient times. Every syllable carried a mysterious power, trying to cast a spell to interfere with Shi Feiyang's mind.

Shi Feiyang remained unmoved, his eyes revealing a resoluteness, like a towering mountain, standing firm amidst a raging storm. He took a few steps to Xuan Yue, his steps steady and powerful, each step seeming to crush the air beneath his feet, making a dull "thump thump" sound.

The Burmese knife in his hand chopped down with an unstoppable momentum, which seemed to be able to split a mountain. With a "whoosh", the wind from the knife was sharp, like a gust of wind whistling past, blowing up the surrounding sand and stones.

Xuan Yue raised his Zen staff to resist, only to hear a "clang" sound, like the ringing of a huge bell, which echoed throughout the valley. Xuan Yue's arms were numb from the shock, and he could hardly hold the Zen staff with his hands. A bloody mark appeared on the palm of his hand, and bright red blood slowly flowed down the Zen staff.

He stepped back repeatedly with a look of shock on his face. He couldn't believe that the young Shi Feiyang in front of him had such powerful strength. His eyes were full of disbelief and his pupils shrank slightly.

Li Feng, the "Flying Eagle," circled in the sky, his figure like a flash of black lightning, so swift it was almost impossible to catch. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, searched the skies for an opportunity to strike. He seized the opportunity and swooped down, leaving behind only a shadow, like a meteor streaking across the night sky. The short blade in his hand pierced Shi Feiyang's head, slicing through the air with a hissing sound like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

Shi Feiyang suddenly swung his sword upwards, and a sharp sword energy rushed straight towards the "Flying Eagle" Li Feng. The sword energy carried a biting chill, like an ice arrow. Wherever it passed, the air instantly condensed into ice crystals and fell down with a "rustling" sound.

Li Feng couldn't dodge in time and was hit by the sword energy. He let out a scream and fell like a wounded bird. The sound was shrill and miserable. He rolled on the ground for several times before he barely stopped. His body curled up, his face full of pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozing from his forehead.

Seeing the situation dire, Luo Biwang, the "Invincible Sword," Sun Meng, the "Sea God," and Huang Yuanxiong, the "Spinning Knife," exchanged glances, understanding each other's intentions. They quickly joined forces to attack Shi Feiyang. Luo Biwang's swordsmanship was like a raging storm, each strike imbued with a fierce energy. His blades swung with a whirring sound, and the crisscrossing sword energy left white streaks in the air.

Sun Meng's trident was powerful, and every thrust carried a tremendous force. The tip of the trident cut through the air, making a whistling sound that was like the roar of a wild beast, which was frightening.

Huang Yuanxiong's rotating knife kept spinning, forming an impenetrable defense. The sound of the rotating blade was "buzzing", as if it was a high-speed meat grinder, and the flashing knife light was dazzling.

However, Shi Feiyang showed no fear. Amidst the three men's siege, Shi Feiyang's figure moved like a ghost, brandishing his Burmese knife, a cold gleam flashing. Each swing sent a gust of wind whirring as he neutralized the three men's attacks one by one. His exquisite knife skills and composed responses were truly astonishing. The blade's momentum was like a torrential downpour, swift and fierce. Every swing of the Burmese knife sent a sharp whirring sound, as if the sharp blade could instantly tear apart the invisible air, making a "chi chi" sound.

Shi Feiyang displayed the mysterious light skill of "hiding one's body and name". His figure was erratic and he shuttled between enemies like a ghost. The agility of his movements and the strangeness of his trajectory made it impossible to grasp. He had already merged into the light and shadow, leaving only a series of blurry afterimages.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang was extremely perceptive and was the first to notice Luo Biwang's deadly sword thrust.

In an instant, Shi Feiyang's body shifted slightly, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow by a hair's breadth. His movements were so precise, like dancing on a blade, his soles scraping against the ground with a creaking sound. As he dodged the attack, a hint of disdain flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, a look like an icy glint. Then, with a smooth and powerful swing of his long sword, as natural as flowing water, Shi Feiyang accurately blocked Sun Meng's swiftly thrusting trident.

Clang! The moment the metals collided, a clear and loud sound was emitted, just like the ringing of a huge bell, echoing through the valley, and at the same time, dazzling sparks burst out. Those sparks flickered in the dim battle like fleeting stars.

At the same time, Shi Feiyang kicked Huang Yuanxiong's wrist with great force and speed. The kick was as fast as lightning and carried a tremendous force. The air even made a whistling sound due to the strong wind from the kick.

Huang Yuanxiong had no time to react. He felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if struck by a sledgehammer. With a dull thud, the swivel blade nearly slipped from his grasp. A look of terror instantly crossed his face, his eyes widening in disbelief. His lips trembled slightly, and he uttered a muffled groan of pain. The air around him seemed to be completely ignited by the fierce battle, permeated with a fiery and intense atmosphere. The entire space was distorted by this energy, making a sizzling sound. The cliffs on either side of the valley, like silent and majestic beasts, silently and coldly observed the thrilling battle. Occasionally, a few loose rocks, unable to withstand the vibrations of the battle, rolled down with a dull rumble. The sound was like the earth sighing under the fierce battle, adding to the tense and oppressive atmosphere.

In the vortex of true energy formed by Shi Feiyang's high-speed operation of Mingyu Gong, the vortex was like a small black hole, spinning rapidly and making a low and terrifying roar, as if it was a roar from the abyss of hell, wanting to swallow up everything around it. The sound was so loud that it hurt people's eardrums.

Under the pressure of this powerful zhenqi, the masters of Black Wind Village gradually felt their internal strength rapidly recede like a flood. Their movements became sluggish, as if each movement carried a heavy burden. Their breathing became rapid, and the sound of "wheezing" was clearly audible in the fierce fighting. Each of them showed signs of fatigue.

But Shi Feiyang seemed more and more mysterious at this time. His appearance became more and more transparent, like pure white ice shrouded in a layer of cold fog, emitting a chilling cold breath.

The terrifying chill generated by the Mingyu Qi pierced Huang Yuanxiong and the others like an invisible arrow. They felt a piercing chill swiftly shoot from their feet to their heads, as if instantly thrown into an ice cellar. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their teeth began to chatter. Huang Yuanxiong, Hong Changshan, and the others were in great danger of freezing into ice. A thin layer of frost slowly formed on their skin, gleaming coldly in the dim light.

Their body trembling became more and more obvious, forming a sharp contrast with Shi Feiyang's increasingly powerful momentum.

Shi Feiyang, however, grew more courageous as the battle wore on, his momentum soaring like a god of war, radiating unparalleled majesty and a radiant aura that made it difficult to look directly at him. Seeing his attack unable to break through, Luo Biwang, the "Invincible Sword," opened his eyes wide, bloodshot, like a ferocious beast, completely enraged, ready to pounce and tear its prey apart. He roared, a voice filled with rage and unwillingness. The roar echoed through the valley, shaking the leaves of the trees.

At the same time, Luo Biwang's longsword instantly unleashed several sharp sword auras. The auras were as dazzling as lightning, whistling with a sharp, whistling sound as they charged directly at Shi Feiyang's face. His sword strokes were as swift as the wind, each strike carrying a killing determination. He roared, "Shi Feiyang, I will kill you today!" His face was ferocious, his teeth clenched, as if he wanted to devour Shi Feiyang alive. His face was twisted like a demon from hell, and even a trace of saliva escaped from the corner of his mouth.

Sun Meng, the "Sea God Dragon," was not to be outdone. His eyes gleamed with a fierce glint, like the eyes of a wolf flickering in the night sky. He thrust his trident fiercely, the tip of the halberd carrying a spiral of energy that seemed to pulverize everything, making a buzzing sound as if it would instantly pierce Shi Feiyang's body. He moved nimbly around Shi Feiyang, like an agile cheetah searching for its prey's fatal flaw. He roared, "Die, boy!" His voice was filled with murderous intent, as if he wanted to devour Shi Feiyang completely.

Huang Yuanxiong's "Revolving Knife" was spinning faster and faster at this time. The knife wheel made a sharp whistling sound, as if it was going to cut the air into pieces. With a "whooshing" sound, it slashed towards Shi Feiyang and shouted: "Look at my mountain-breaking slash!" His face was full of madness, as if he had fallen into madness and wanted to die with Shi Feiyang. From his expression, it seemed that he had already put life and death aside. His hair flew wildly with the rotation of the knife wheel.

Shi Feiyang faced the fierce attack of the three men with a calm and composed expression, a faint smile on his face. That smile was like the warm spring sun, yet it also carried an elusive confidence. Everything was under his control. He flashed, dodging Luo Biwang's sword energy like a ghost, so fast that only a blurry afterimage could be seen.

He disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving only a faint wave of air.

Shi Feiyang swung the Burmese knife in his hand, and it collided with Sun Meng's trident. "Clang!" The sound of golden swords was deafening, as if to break people's eardrums, and a string of dazzling sparks burst out. The sparks flew everywhere, illuminating the surrounding darkness, and the sparks streaked across like meteors.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang turned sideways, moving swiftly and agilely like a nimble civet cat, and kicked Huang Yuanxiong's wrist holding the knife.

Huang Yuanxiong felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if struck by a sledgehammer. With a dull thud, the swivel blade nearly slipped from his hand. He gritted his teeth, a pained expression on his face, his features contorted with pain. He exerted force again, increasing the blade's speed even further, attempting to reverse the situation. The whistling sound grew sharper, threatening to engulf everything around him.

(End of this chapter)