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

Chapter 114: Battle of Black Wind Village: Liu Tingting's Hypocrisy and Help

Hidden deep within the rolling mountains, Black Wind Village is surrounded by steep peaks. Its terrain is incredibly formidable, like a naturally fortified stronghold, easily defended and impenetrable. The sheer peaks, like sharp swords piercing the sky, firmly shield Black Wind Village from outside forces. At this moment, in an open valley, Shi Feiyang and Black Wind Village's leader, Xiao Shatian, stood face to face.

Xiao Shatian was wearing a tight black suit, which seemed to blend into the night, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

His gaze was cold, like a faint light in a cold night, his hands were bent into claws, and a chilling, eerie aura permeated his body, like a demon from the Netherworld. However, Xiao Shatian's heart was filled with surprise and frustration.

He had sent countless elite masters to deal with Shi Feiyang, but he returned empty-handed time and time again and was never able to kill Shi Feiyang.

Even the carefully arranged sarcophagus and cave filled with traps and hidden arrows could not stop Shi Feiyang's determined steps, which made him feel deeply frustrated, and the anger in his heart burned like a raging flame.

Facing Xiao Shatian, Shi Feiyang looked solemn and immediately used the "Ming Yu Gong".

Instantly, internal energy surged through his meridians like a raging river, emanating a gentle yet powerful glow. The Burmese knife, tightly gripped in Shi Feiyang's hand, gleamed with an icy, captivating gleam, imbued with his soul.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath and took the lead in attacking the enemy.

He used the ultimate killer move from the Baisheng Sword Technique, "Heaven and Earth Live Together". His body was as fast as lightning, and he swung the Burmese knife in his hand tightly. The knife light was sharp, just like the snow flying in the sky in winter, sharp and dazzling, and with the power to split mountains and rocks, he slashed towards Xiao Shatian fiercely.

At that moment, the protective glow of Mingyu Gong and the radiance of his sword shone together, making Shi Feiyang resemble a god of war. The combined power was terrifying. In this life-or-death moment, words were powerless; only a true duel of swords and spears could determine the outcome. Shi Feiyang knew that only by staying alive would he have a chance to rescue the leaders of the major martial arts sects imprisoned in Black Wind Village; if he died in battle, he would not even be able to see those imprisoned leaders.

Therefore, if we don't fight, then don't fight at all. If we fight, we must fight with all our strength. Only in this way can we hope to enter the Black Wind Village and rescue everyone.

Xiao Shatian snorted coldly, and the sound was like a ghost crying in the cold night, which was creepy.

He flashed with the speed of a ghost, dodging Shi Feiyang's fierce attack in an instant. At the same time, his right hand shot out like a venomous snake, unleashing the "Nine Nether Bone-Eroding Claws." The claws whistled, carrying a biting chill, and went straight for Shi Feiyang's throat.

Shi Feiyang reacted extremely quickly, dodging sideways like a swift cat, and swept the Burmese knife in his hand across, forcing Xiao Shatian to retreat several steps. The two instantly engaged in a fierce battle, the flash of swords and the shadow of claws intertwined, and for a moment, it was difficult to tell who was better.

Xiao Shatian's claws were as swift as lightning, each strike accompanied by a chilling chill that threatened to completely freeze Shi Feiyang's life force. Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang, relying on his exquisite Baisheng swordsmanship, combined with the profound internal strength of the Mingyu Gong, achieved a powerful and wide-ranging attack and defense. Most importantly, Shi Feiyang was unfazed by any cold. The Mingyu Gong's true energy emanating from his body, a bone-piercing chill, penetrated his opponent's acupuncture points, and generated a vortex of suction, constantly absorbing the opponent's internal energy during the fierce battle, constantly strengthening Shi Feiyang's power.

During the fierce battle, Xiao Shatian's attacks became more fierce and his claws became more powerful.

However, Shi Feiyang's eyes were determined, and he kept changing his sword techniques, cleverly looking for Xiao Shatian's flaws.

Suddenly, Shi Feiyang keenly noticed that after Xiao Shatian's continuous attacks, his movements on the right side were slightly slow.

So, Shi Feiyang had an idea and deliberately revealed a flaw to lure Xiao Shatian into attacking with all his strength.

Just when Xiao Shatian's claws were about to touch him, Shi Feiyang, relying on the agile reaction brought by Mingyu Gong, quickly turned sideways and stabbed the Burmese knife into the gap on Xiao Shatian's right side at an extremely tricky angle.

Xiao Shatian's face suddenly changed. He wanted to defend himself, but it was too late. Moreover, his skills became a little dull because they were constantly disappearing.

Shi Feiyang's Burmese knife pierced his chest accurately.

Ouch! Xiao Shatian let out a scream, his voice filled with resentment and despair.

Shi Feiyang quickly pulled out the Burmese knife, and Xiao Shatian's body slowly fell down. Blood gushed out, instantly dyeing the ground red.

At the foot of the Black Wind Village, Liu Tingting, dressed in a light green dress and holding a long sword, stood there like a fairy descending from the earth.

She has a beautiful face, skin whiter than snow, eyes like autumn water, and her gaze reveals a variety of charms.

However, she harbored complex thoughts at this moment. On the surface, she was fighting for Shi Feiyang, but in reality, she was fighting to complete her mission and gain his trust. But to achieve her goal, she also used all her skills.

On the opposite side, Chu Kuanglan was tall and strong, like a towering mountain, holding a heavy long sword in his hand.

His long sword flashed with a cold light under the sunlight, which was the embodiment of his arrogant fighting spirit.

Chu Kuanglan's eyes revealed arrogance and confidence. Facing the beautiful Liu Tingting, he sneered and a dirty idea emerged in his mind: to capture Liu Tingting and take her back as his wife.

So, Chu Kuanglan took the lead, holding the "Crazy Shark Breaking Waves Knife" tightly in both hands and swung it forward suddenly.

In an instant, a sharp blade energy roared out like a raging tsunami, rushing towards Liu Tingting with overwhelming force.

Liu Tingting remained calm, immediately invoking her Holy Water Power. As lithe as a swallow, she leaped high backward, deftly dodging the ferocious attack. Her movements in the air were graceful, like a fluttering butterfly, each leap displaying grace and power.

She gently swung the Ice Jade Sword in her hand, unleashing the "Divine Water Sword Technique." The sword's wind was clear and gentle, forming a stark contrast to the surrounding aura of murderous intent. Her eyes were as clear as the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, seemingly able to see through all illusions.

Facing Chu Kuanglan's oppressive aura like a mountain, Liu Tingting remained calm. Her figure was light, just like a willow branch swaying in the wind, or like a blue phoenix about to spread its wings and fly high, full of lively beauty.

Upon seeing this, Chu Kuanglan curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, obviously not taking this seemingly weak woman seriously.

However, just as he was about to launch another attack, Liu Tingting's figure suddenly transformed into countless dazzling, elusive azure phantoms. Chu Kuanglan was momentarily stunned, then roared angrily, swung his long sword, and created a gust of wind, attempting to sweep away the phantoms. But Liu Tingting's movements were too profound. Leveraging the depth of her "Holy Water Skill" and the agility of her "Divine Water Sword Technique," she perfectly avoided Chu Kuanglan's blade with each move, while keenly searching for the opportunity to counterattack.

For a moment, the two of them fought back and forth, and the sword shadows and knife lights intertwined together, making it difficult to watch.

After seven fierce battles, Chu Kuanglan still hadn't gained any advantage. He roared in anger and attacked again with his sword.

His swordsmanship was powerful, and each blow was packed with the force of crushing everything in its path. He wanted to crush Liu Tingting in the sword light.

Liu Tingting responded calmly, her longsword dancing lightly, transforming into tiny flashes of sword light that twinkled like stars, deftly neutralizing each of Chu Kuanglan's attacks. Her swordsmanship flowed like a gurgling stream, uninterrupted. Every tremor of the sword tip seemed to dictate the rhythm of the battle. Amidst the ferocity of the fight, her figure became increasingly captivating, like a flowing, beautiful painting, embodying both strength and feminine softness.

After more than ten moves, Chu Kuanglan's attack became more and more violent. The veins on his forehead bulged like ferocious little snakes, and he kept roaring like a beast. The sound seemed to shatter the sky and the earth.

Although Liu Tingting felt the pressure mounting like a mountain, her beautiful face remained calm, her eyes gleaming with a lively glint as she observed Chu Kuanglan's every move, watching for even the slightest flaw. Suddenly, Liu Tingting keenly noticed that after his continuous, powerful attacks, Chu Kuanglan's steps had become slightly unsteady, and the coherence of his swordplay had also slackened slightly. The corners of her charming mouth curled up slightly, revealing a subtle sneer, and she secretly thought: The time has come.

In an instant, Liu Tingting's figure quickly approached Chu Kuanglan's side like a ghost. Her movements were smooth and swift, just like a bright meteor streaking across the night sky, instantly changing the situation on the battlefield.

Her lithe figure was like a petal dancing in the wind, yet it held a deadly threat.

Chu Kuanglan was horrified, his eyes filled with fear and panic, and he quickly drew his knife to defend himself.

However, Liu Tingting's Shenshui sword technique was as fast as lightning. She was as beautiful as a fairy, but at this moment she was like a Shura who was asking for life. She stabbed out several swords in an instant, sharp and cruel, and each sword was filled with a resolute killing intent.

Chu Kuanglan fought hard, waving the long sword in his hand tightly, trying to block the sword moves that were like a storm.

But Liu Tingting's sword tip, like a nimble venomous snake, slashed a bloody streak across his arm. Blood instantly gushed out, slowly dripping down his arm and splattering the ground in bloody flowers, leaving a cruel mark on this fierce duel.

The injured Chu Kuanglan became even more violent, his reason was completely swallowed by anger, and he launched a final desperate attack.

His eyes were filled with madness and despair, and he swung the long sword in his hand with great vigor, each blow carrying the momentum of mutual destruction.

However, Liu Tingting had already grasped his attack patterns. Her graceful figure deftly maneuvered amidst the flashes of swords and sabers, her swordplay like an elegant dancer on stage, seemingly light and graceful, yet concealing a deadly intent. She deftly dodged Chu Kuanglan's attacks while gradually draining his strength. Each dodge and counterattack was precise and deadly.

Finally, Chu Kuanglan was exhausted and an obvious flaw appeared in his movements.

Liu Tingting's eyes fixed, and a cold light flashed in her beautiful eyes, like a sharp blade in the cold night.

She thrust out the long sword in her hand suddenly, the movement was clean and neat, without a trace of delay.

The long sword pierced Chu Kuanglan's chest directly, and the tip of the sword came out from his back, leaving a fatal wound in his chest.

Instantly, Chu Kuanglan's eyes widened, filled with disbelief and fear. The knife in his hand slowly slipped and fell to the ground with a crisp "clang". His body fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Liu Tingting stood, sword sheathed, panting slightly, her heaving chest adding to her allure. A triumphant smile graced her face, yet it carried a hint of coldness and cruelty, like a datura flower blooming on the brink of hell—beautiful yet deadly.

On the training grounds of Black Wind Village, the moonlight was hazy, like a veil gently enveloping this ancient land, casting a shadowy shadow. Torches flickered in the night breeze, their flames dancing like ghosts, as if ready to go out at any moment, shrouding the ancient village in a dead silence.

The flagstones of the training grounds seemed unusually cold and hard. Every step felt like stepping on a cold tombstone, leaving a heavy and dull echo. In the distance, a few dilapidated houses swayed in the night wind, their creaking sounds like ghosts of Black Wind Village's past glory days, quietly telling of a past buried by time.

The leader of the White Tiger Altar, Shen Yexiao, was dressed in a black robe that seemed to blend into the night, hiding his figure and leaving only a pair of cold, gleaming eyes. He was like a ferocious beast lurking in the night, exuding a dangerous aura, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The night breeze blew gently, and the flags on the parade ground fluttered in the wind, telling of a life-and-death battle that was about to begin.

The air was filled with tension and anxiety. Every sound of the flags was like beating the drums of war for the upcoming battle, making people's hearts beat faster and their nerves tense.

Gong Simeng gripped the whip tightly, her expression solemn, her eyes wide open, and she was concentrating on monitoring the movements around her. Her heartbeat was rapidly accelerating, and every breath she took was a brush with death. The sound of her rapid breathing was particularly clear in the silent night sky.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared like a ghost, and Shen Yexiao's "Ghost Flash Sword" stabbed over instantly. The sword light was like lightning, so fast that it made people dizzy and difficult to catch.

Gong Simeng reacted quickly, a flicker of determination in her beautiful eyes. She swung her long whip like a nimble dragon, attempting to block the sudden attack. However, Shen Yexiao's swordsmanship was unpredictable, his blade like a venomous snake, deftly dodging the whip's attacks time and time again, striking Gong Simeng's vital points and plunging her into an unprecedented crisis.

Gong Simeng dodged left and right, constantly waving his whip to fight back, and his slender figure twisted and turned in the sword light.

However, she was ultimately unable to match Shen Yexiao's sharp and strange swordsmanship.

Within three moves, Gong Simeng's clothes were ripped open, revealing her snow-white skin. Beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, gleaming in the moonlight. Just as Gong Simeng felt her strength gradually fading and she was exhausted, a clear cry suddenly rang out from the sky. The Vermillion Bird swooped down like a divine bird, heading straight for Shen Yexiao.

The Vermilion Bird was as fast as lightning, and its colorful feathers sparkled brightly in the moonlight, like burning flames.

It pecked at Shen Yexiao's head quickly from time to time. Its sharp beak was like a sharp dagger, forcing Shen Yexiao to divert some of his energy to deal with Suzaku's attack, which caused a brief pause in his offensive.

Each of Zhuque's attacks was extremely precise, like a divine soldier sent from heaven, bringing a turning point for Gong Simeng.

At this moment, a white tiger came galloping from the side, bringing up a violent gust of wind.

The white tiger's massive body was like a moving mountain, its momentum fierce and menacing. Shen Yexiao was completely bewildered by this sudden change. He had to guard against the Suzaku's pecks while also being wary of the white tiger's pounces.

The white tiger's roar echoed in the night sky, the sound was deafening, and every attack was full of power and wildness, as if it was a call from ancient times, carrying endless majesty and deterrence.

Gong Simeng saw the right moment and swung the whip in her hand violently. The whip was like a nimble snake, accurately wrapping around Shen Yexiao's neck. Shen Yexiao was horrified, his eyes full of fear, and he tried to break free from the whip.

But at this time, the white tiger had already pounced in front of him, and its huge body pressed him to the ground.

The white tiger's sharp claws dug deep into Shen Yexiao's body, sending dust flying. Shen Yexiao roared in despair, struggling desperately. The white tiger opened its bloody mouth and bit Shen Yexiao's throat fiercely. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and Shen Yexiao's struggles ceased, and he remained motionless.

Gong Simeng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the whip slipped from her hand and hung limply on the ground.

After circling in the air for a few times, Suzaku landed lightly on her shoulder, as if to congratulate her.

The white tiger stood majestically aside, with Shen Yexiao's blood dripping from its mouth.

Gong Simeng gently stroked the Suzaku's feathers, a gentle light in her eyes. She looked at the White Tiger with gratitude, thanking it for its help at a critical moment. At the gates of Black Wind Village, Su Yanfeng, leader of the Suzaku Altar, stood proudly, clad in a fiery crimson robe. The vibrant red, like a blazing flame, made her figure even more striking. Her eyes were cold and resolute, and she exuded a chilling aura.

She was originally the Holy Maiden of the Red Flame Cult, but now she looked like a messenger from hell, emitting a deadly charm.

Xiang Kun showed no fear. Holding an iron flute, he took a step forward, his body as fast as lightning, and took the lead in launching an attack.

He swung the iron flute in his hand, and it was like a black lightning, going straight for Su Yanfeng's throat.

Su Yanfeng snorted coldly, and that snort was like the cold wind in the winter, bringing with it a biting chill.

She dodged sideways and instantly unleashed a "Flaming Phoenix Palm." Flames rose from her palms, heat billowing. The flames, like a soaring phoenix, swept towards Xiang Kun. Wherever they passed, the air seemed to be ignited, emitting a sizzling sound.

Xiang Kun retreated quickly, waving the iron flute in front of him, trying to block the surging heat wave.

However, the flames were incredibly powerful, instantly breaking through his defenses. Xiang Kun's sleeves were set ablaze, and the flames quickly spread. He hurriedly slapped his palm to extinguish the flames, but his frantic movements still revealed determination.

After stabilizing his body, Xiang Kun attacked again, using the iron flute to point, stab, and pick, with sharp moves, directly targeting Su Yanfeng's vital points.

Su Yanfeng was not in a hurry. His palms flew and collided with Xiang Kun's iron flute again and again, making a clanging sound. The sound was like the notes of metal colliding, echoing in the air.

The two of them went back and forth, and for a while it was difficult to tell them apart.

Xiang Kun used the Tiangang acupoint pressing method, his fingers moving like phantoms, trying to press Su Yanfeng's acupoints.

But Su Yanfeng was agile, and her light figure was like a dancing butterfly, cleverly avoiding Xiang Kun's attacks again and again.

At this moment, the magic of the iron flute in Xiang Kun's hand suddenly failed, and the little magic he had learned also lost its effect at the critical moment.

Su Yanfeng seized the opportunity and launched both palms at once, the flames becoming even more intense, as if infused with endless power, burning fiercely. She struck Xiang Kun hard in the chest, and Xiang Kun's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground.

"Ouch!" Xiang Kun screamed miserably, the sound shrill and painful, like the wail of a wounded beast.

His body flew uncontrollably like a kite with its string cut, arcing through the air before crashing heavily to the ground with a dull thud. Blood gushed from his mouth, staining the ground red like a fountain. He struggled to get up, clawing at the ground with his hands, but his injuries were so severe that his limbs gave way, and he could only collapse to the ground once more, uttering a faint groan.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang flew over like a flash of lightning that cut through the night sky.

His eyes were wide open, burning with rage, and that look seemed to be able to burn the enemy.

Shi Feiyang radiated a powerful aura, like a surging ocean wave. He activated the Mingyu Gong, causing his internal energy to rapidly flow through his body, making a buzzing sound. The surrounding air was condensed by this powerful internal energy, causing the temperature to plummet and a chill to overwhelm the air.

Shi Feiyang held the long sword tightly in both hands, and the blade flashed with a cold light.

He used the Hundred Victories Sword Technique, let out a low roar, and slashed towards Su Yanfeng.

The blade carried an unstoppable gust of wind, cutting through the sky and making a sharp hissing sound, as if it was going to tear the air apart.

Su Yanfeng's expression suddenly changed, a flicker of panic crossing her previously calm features. She clearly felt the immense force of Shi Feiyang's attack. But as the leader of the Suzaku Altar, she possessed a stubborn and proud spirit, so how could she retreat so easily? Her palms once again ignited a blazing flame, which roared like two savage fire snakes, meeting Shi Feiyang's long sword.

The sword and palm collided with each other, and there was a loud "bang" sound, like a bolt from the blue, and sparks flew everywhere.

The powerful impact caused both men to take a few steps back, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

Shi Feiyang steadied himself, his feet stomping the ground with a resounding "dengdeng" sound, and then he leaped forward, lightning-fast. His swordsmanship attacked Su Yanfeng with a furious gust of wind and rain. Each strike carried the force of a mountain-splitting and rock-shattering blade, the wind whistling and whirring. Su Yanfeng dodged nimbly, like a nimble cat, weaving through the blades' flashes.

She clapped her palms repeatedly, sending flames spurting out with a sizzling sound, attempting to block Shi Feiyang's continuous attacks. However, Shi Feiyang's swordsmanship was exquisite, each strike imbued with immense power, and the angles were tricky, making it impossible to defend against it. The blade flashed like silver lightning across the night sky, and the incessant "swish" sound made it increasingly difficult for Su Yanfeng to cope.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were as sharp as a torch, and he keenly caught a flaw in Su Yanfeng.

He shouted, "Watch out for the knife!" The long knife slashed across, the blade carrying a sharp sound of wind, and with a "whoosh" sound, Su Yanfeng was unable to dodge, and her arm was cut. Blood gushed out instantly, and with a "puff" sound, it dyed her sleeve red.

She groaned in pain, but lashed out with her flaming palms even more frantically, the flames burning ever more vigorously and whirring loudly in a final attempt at resistance. Shi Feiyang showed no mercy, continuously pouring the internal energy of the Mingyu Gong into the blade. A chilling aura swirled around the blade, making a hissing sound. The temperature around them plummeted, a chill permeating the air as if winter had suddenly arrived.

When Su Yanfeng slapped out the flaming palm again, Shi Feiyang shouted, "Break!" The cold air on the blade instantly froze the flame, and with a "click", the flame instantly turned into ice chips.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang brought the Mingyu Gong to the eighth level - the Supreme Forgetfulness.

In an instant, the cold air surged towards Su Yanfeng like a tide, and the air was filled with biting cold, making a whooshing sound.

Su Yanfeng had no time to react and was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture, which flashed a cold light in the moonlight.

A hint of coldness flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes. He raised his sword and slashed it towards the ice sculpture. With a loud bang, the ice sculpture shattered, and Su Yanfeng turned into countless fragments that scattered to the ground, making a crisp "crackling" sound.

In front of the towering gate of Black Wind Village, on the roof, Zhou Yanmang, the leader of the Black Tortoise Altar, stood like an unshakable mountain. His eyes gleamed with a cold and sharp light that seemed to penetrate all darkness.

He came from the mysterious Panshe Valley. Once he performed the "Xuanmang Chansi Gong", his internal force would continuously flow out of his body, making a "gurgling" sound, like a winding and coiling python, mysterious and elusive.

Jin Liufu, the "Water Dragon," took a deep breath and activated his "Golden Goose" technique. His body was as light as a soaring goose, tracing a graceful arc through the air. The Bagua Youshen Knife in his hand danced with the wind, the blade flashing and whirring as he pounced directly at Zhou Yanmang.

Jin Liufu's bladework was incredibly sharp, each strike carrying a whistling sound like the wind. With a whoosh, it aimed directly at Zhou Yanmang's fatal spot. However, Zhou Yanmang remained calm, his body swaying gently with a rustling sound. His internal energy, like a slithering python, easily neutralized Jin Liufu's attack and swiftly counterattacked. His counterattack carried an uncanny force, like a python hissing its tongue.

After fighting for dozens of rounds, Jin Liufu gradually began to feel exhausted, his breathing becoming rapid and he began to wheeze. Every counterattack from Zhou Yanmang put pressure on him, and his sword movements became less powerful.

Just as Jin Liufu was momentarily careless, Zhou Yanmang suddenly launched both palms at once, his internal energy entwining Jin Liufu's sword like a python, making a creaking sound. Jin Liufu struggled, but Zhou Yanmang's momentum carried him, causing him to lose his balance and stumble back a few steps. Seizing the opportunity, Zhou Yanmang shouted, "Die!" He followed with a whirring blow, nearly striking Jin Liufu and killing him.

At this critical moment, "Eagle Detective" Xie Wen fell from the sky like a meteor, leaving a dazzling streak of light in the air.

He shook his wrist, and a silk net fell from the sky, making a rustling sound, and accurately covered Zhou Yanmang.

Zhou Yanmang was entangled in the net and struggled desperately. The Tiancan silk net made a "buzzing" sound and he was unable to break free for a while.

Jin Liufu took the opportunity to bend down and pick up the knife. Using all his strength, he shouted, "Kill!" and chopped towards Zhou Yanmang with all his might.

However, Zhou Yanmang's "Xuanmang Chansi Gong" was so powerful that Jin Liufu's full-strength sword attack on him was bounced back by his power, making a loud "clang" sound.

Jin Liufu's palm was jarred by the rebounding force, causing him to nearly drop the knife. His hand trembled as he cried out in pain. Zhou Yanmang, bound by the silk net, continued to struggle frantically. His body twisted, the net stretched tight and creaking as he struggled to break free and continue fighting.

At this moment, Liu Tingting was like a fairy descending to the earth, floating lightly towards them.

Her robes fluttered, rustling, as if each step she took was above the clouds. Her posture was as graceful as a blooming lotus, and her beautiful eyes gleamed with determination and resolve. She clutched the crystal-clear ice-jade sword tightly in her hand. Illuminated by the firelight, the blade radiated a chilling coldness, shimmering with tiny starlight.

Liu Tingting quickly approached Zhou Yanmang. Her movements were light and swift, like a dancing butterfly, each step light and silent. The ice jade sword in her hand danced, creating sword flowers that flashed with cold light and made a "swish" sound. Each sword flower contained endless murderous intent, aiming directly at Zhou Yanmang's vital points.

Zhou Yanmang was bound by the Tiancan silk net and his movements were restricted, but his profound skills should not be underestimated. Facing Liu Tingting's attack, he roared, and his internal force surged. The Tiancan silk net was shaken slightly, making a "buzzing" sound, trying to break free and fight back.

Liu Tingting's swordsmanship was sharp and cunning, and each sword strike accurately targeted the weak points in Zhou Yanmang's defense.

Her sword flew through the air, making a hissing sound.

Zhou Yanmang was caught in a dilemma and looked extremely embarrassed.

The Tiancan silk net left bloody marks on his body, and blood dripped down his body, "drip drip" onto the ground.

He also had to deal with Liu Tingting's swift sword moves, and he became more and more anxious. His breathing became rapid, making a "whooshing" sound.

Liu Tingting seized the opportunity and stabbed Zhou Yanmang's chest with the Ice Jade Sword. The blade made a sharp sound of wind and "whoosh".

Zhou Yanmang tried his best to dodge, but the sword still scratched his shoulder. Blood immediately stained his clothes red, and there was a "puff" sound.

"Damn woman!" Zhou Yanmang was furious, with murderous intent in his eyes, and cursed loudly.

However, Liu Tingting remained undeterred, continuing to wield the Ice Jade Sword with increasing ferocity. Her swordsmanship was like a raging storm, each strike imbued with boundless power and determination. At this moment, Liu Tingting's figure glittered like a ghost, circling Zhou Yanmang with a relentless barrage of attacks. The Ice Jade Sword in her hand seemed to transform into a nimble silver snake, constantly emitting a cold light, its blade hissing as it sliced ​​through the air. Despite Zhou Yanmang's immense internal strength, he gradually fell into a disadvantage under the constraints of the Heavenly Silkworm Net and Liu Tingting's lightning-fast sword moves. Suddenly, Liu Tingting uttered a clear and powerful cry, "Zhe!" Her swordsmanship underwent a dramatic transformation in an instant.

The originally sharp and swift sword force seemed to be injected with endless power in an instant, becoming strong and domineering.

She gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, concentrating all her strength on the sword. With a powerful swing, the Ice Jade Sword shone brightly through the air, carrying a majestic aura and making a whirring sound as it slashed down directly at Zhou Yanmang's head.

Zhou Yanmang's expression suddenly changed at this moment. He felt the boundless power contained in this sword and was shocked. However, he was trapped in the spot and could not completely avoid this fatal blow.

At this critical moment, Zhou Yanmang used all his strength, concentrated all his internal energy on his hands, and tried to grasp Liu Tingting's extremely sharp sword with his hands.

However, how could he easily resist the sharpness of the Ice Jade Sword?

Although Zhou Yanmang had used all his strength, the sword blade still slowly cut into his palm, making a "sizzling" sound. Blood dripped along the sword, staining the ground red, and making a "tick-tick" sound.

At this moment, the air was filled with a tense and bloody atmosphere.

Liu Tingting clenched her teeth so tightly that they almost penetrated her lower lip. Her beautiful face flushed slightly due to the force.

She used all her strength, and the true energy in her body surged like a raging river, trying to press down the ice jade sword in her hand.

The Ice Jade Sword trembled slightly in her hand, making a soft buzzing sound, as if it was exerting force together with her.

Zhou Yanmang's eyes were wide open, bloodshot, like a mad beast. He activated the "Mysterious Python Silk-Wrapping Technique," and internal energy continuously surged from his body. His hands, like two resilient pythons, held the Ice Jade Sword tightly. The invisible internal energy seemed to collide in the air, making a sizzling sound.

The two men were deadlocked, the atmosphere tense to the extreme. The air was frozen by this invisible pressure, and not even a breeze could pass. At this moment, Jin Liufu tightly grasped the Bagua Golden Knife with both hands, and the blade flashed with a cold light.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, and then he roared. The sound resounded all around like a huge bell, making people's eardrums hurt.

He unleashed his "Eight Trigrams Wandering Blade Technique," his form agile as a ghost, sweeping across Zhou Yanmang's waist with unstoppable momentum. The Eight Trigrams Golden Blade arced through the air, slicing through the air with a whirring sound and a sharp hissing sound.

Xie Wen was not to be outdone. He moved as fast as lightning and flew over with an iron sword in hand.

He unleashed his "Agile Wandering Dragon Sword Technique," a technique so agile and versatile that the iron sword in his hand resembled a nimble, swimming dragon, flashing with a cold light as it struck directly at Zhou Yanmang's back. The iron sword whizzed through the air, making a whirring sound, a melodic melody of fierce battle.

Zhou Yanmang was focused on dealing with Liu Tingting's Ice Jade Sword. He felt the attacks from Jin Liufu and Xie Wen, but was pinned down by the Ice Jade Sword, unable to split his attention to resist. Seeing this, Liu Tingting's beautiful eyes flashed with determination, like a sharp blade in the cold night, piercing everything.

She exerted force again and cried out, "Hey!" The internal energy in her body circulated wildly, pushing the ice jade sword downwards.

The Ice Jade Sword's blade cut deeper into Zhou Yanmang's hands, and blood gushed out like a spring, dripping onto the ground with a "tick-tick" sound. Zhou Yanmang groaned in pain, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Jin Liufu's Bagua Golden Knife was about to strike Zhou Yanmang, but at that critical moment, Zhou Yanmang twisted his body like a nimble python. He cleverly avoided the fatal blow, but the golden knife still cut his shoulder. The golden knife cut through his skin with a "swish" sound, leaving a deep wound, and blood instantly dyed his clothes red.

At the same time, Xie Wen's iron sword was like a spirit snake coming out of a cave, with a fierce momentum, it cut a long wound on Zhou Yanmang's back. The sound of the iron sword cutting through the flesh was clearly audible, and the "swish" sound was chilling.

Zhou Yanmang was in unbearable pain and let out roars. The sound was full of anger and unwillingness, echoing in the night sky.

Liu Tingting, Jin Liufu and Xie Wen worked closely together and coordinated seamlessly, not giving Zhou Yanmang any chance to breathe.

Liu Tingting's swordsmanship was like a raging storm. She suddenly unleashed her "Spirit Snake Phantom Sword Technique," each strike as fast as lightning, piercing Zhou Yanmang's vital points with a swish. Her form was lithe and agile, like a flower swaying in the wind, yet concealed within it a deadly threat. Jin Liufu's swordsmanship was heavy and powerful, each strike imbued with immense force, as if cleaving the enemy in two. His "Eight Trigrams Wandering Sword Technique" swung with a whistling, whirring sound, each swing carrying an overwhelming momentum.

Xie Wen's swordsmanship was cunning and agile, like a sly fox, waiting for its chance to strike. His "Spiritual Wandering Dragon Sword Technique" allowed the iron sword to roam around Zhou Yanmang, searching for his weaknesses. His sword moves were unpredictable, and the iron sword's whirring sound was incessant.

Under the siege of the three, Zhou Yanmang gradually began to feel his strength weaken. His breathing became rapid, and he let out a wheezing sound. His internal energy gradually depleted from the continuous attacks, and his face showed a look of exhaustion and despair. Liu Tingting saw this opportunity, and with a glint of fierceness in her eyes, she unhesitatingly thrust her sword into Zhou Yanmang's chest.

Zhou Yanmang tried to dodge, but his movements had become slow and his legs were entangled by Jin Liufu's knife, making him unable to move.

At the same time, Xie Wen's sword swiftly lunged forward. Zhou Yanmang's eyes widened in despair, a look that seemed to silently reveal his unwillingness. With a dull "puff," Liu Tingting's Ice Jade Sword pierced Zhou Yanmang's chest, sinking into the flesh with a dull thud. Xie Wen's iron sword and Jin Liufu's Bagua Golden Knife followed suit.

Zhou Yanmang spat out a mouthful of blood, which splashed in the air, forming a blood mist.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness and despair. His body shook a few times and then fell to the ground with a loud "bang".

Seeing this, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief and their tense bodies relaxed.

They put away their weapons, and Liu Tingting gently inserted the Ice Jade Sword into the scabbard with a "clang" sound.

Jin Liufu shouldered the Bagua Golden Knife, while Xie Wen placed the Iron Sword in its scabbard. The three of them exchanged a smile, a smile tinged with the joy of victory. Then, they turned and continued their journey into Black Wind Village, ready to face a new challenge.

(End of this chapter)