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

Chapter 122: Yili, the Most Beautiful Woman in the Martial World: Breaking Through All Difficulties with Her Arrogant Sword Shadow
"Alliance Leader Xie, why have you gone to this extent?" When Zhong Renwang trotted to Xie Luojia's side, everything was irreversible.

His face was filled with sorrow, as he suffered a huge blow in an instant. He sighed heavily, and that sigh was filled with endless helplessness and regret.

Zhao Xianming also walked forward slowly, looked at Xie Luojia's body with a serious gaze, shook his head helplessly, his face full of sadness, and he was also lamenting the changing situation in the martial arts world and the complexity of human nature.

Shi Feiyang's sorrow was completely different from that of Zhong Renwang, Zhao Xianming and others. In his heart, Xie Luojia's ending was the inevitable result of his evil deeds. There was no need for pity, only the calmness that justice had been served.

"Brothers, let's go." Shi Feiyang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the room, carrying an innate dominance and unquestionable authority. "From now on, anyone who dares to provoke the Xiongying Society will be annihilated, without mercy!"

After saying that, Shi Feiyang turned around gracefully, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and strode away.

The members of the Xiongying Society behind him quickly followed. The coordinated footsteps sounded like the beating of war drums, which was a powerful response to Shi Feiyang's words and demonstrated the unity and strength of the Xiongying Society.

Xie Luojia's death was like a powerful blockbuster bomb. Within a few days, it caused a huge storm in the entire martial arts world.

The Xiongying Society became famous for exposing Xie Luojia's crimes, and for a time, became a heroic group in the hearts of many righteous people.

Shi Feiyang led the Xiongying Society southward, commanding respect wherever he went. No one dared to provoke him. On the contrary, many passionate young men along the way, inspired by the Xiongying Society's righteous deeds, applied to join, and the group continued to grow.

By the time Shi Feiyang arrived in Suzhou, the number of Xiongying Society disciples had increased by more than 10,000.

At the same time, Liao Pei, Gongsun Ren, and others actively traveled around the Jiangnan region, striving to expand the Xiongying Society's influence and recruit talented individuals. Thanks to the concerted efforts of the group, the Xiongying Society's membership has rapidly grown to over 100,000, and its influence is so immense that it threatens to overshadow the world's largest gang, the Beggars' Sect.

As the saying goes, when flowers bloom, others pick them; when people are popular, others envy them. The Beggars' Sect watched the rise of the Xiongying Society with a heart full of jealousy, especially the fact that Shi Feiyang also knew the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, which made the Beggars' Sect feel like a thorn in their throat, making them feel uneasy.

The Beggars' Sect then began spreading malicious rumors throughout the martial arts world, claiming that Shi Feiyang, before becoming the leader of the Xiongying Society, was originally a Beggars' Sect disciple, had secretly learned the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and had even murdered the previous Beggars' Sect leader, Zhong Renbiao. They called on all heroes to kill anyone who encountered a "bad disciple" like Shi Feiyang. This rumor, like a dark, turbid current, quietly surged through the martial arts world, attempting to discredit Shi Feiyang and the Xiongying Society.

After the members of the Xiongying Society learned about this, they were secretly worried and the atmosphere in the society became a little solemn.

Lin Wanqing was worried all day long, always concerned about Shi Feiyang's safety. She often reminded him to be careful in her eyes, her eyes full of concern and worry. Gong Simeng was full of jealousy. She watched Lin Wanqing and Shi Feiyang getting along, worried that Shi Feiyang would gradually fall in love with Lin Wanqing as they spent time together day and night, and she couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Shi Feiyang, however, took the matter lightly. He strolled leisurely around Suzhou with his adopted sister, Shi Yuyan, in his arms. The sunlight shone on him, reflecting his calm and confident figure.

At the same time, he ordered his followers to purchase a large amount of various materials and carefully prepare food and fodder, making comprehensive plans for the long-term development of the Xiongying Society. He also took out a large amount of money and gave each of the 100,000 Xiongying Society disciples a gold leaf to enrich their lives.

The Xiongying Club was filled with jubilation, and everyone's admiration and support for Shi Feiyang grew deeper and deeper, and their cohesion became stronger and stronger.

In Shi Feiyang's heart, he firmly believed that there was justice in the world, and that he was upright and not afraid of any demons, ghosts or evil forces. Those rumors would eventually be refuted in the face of the truth.

The city of Suzhou in early autumn is like a beautiful painting that slowly unfolds.

The blue sky is as clear as water, with a few cotton-like white clouds floating slowly, adding a touch of liveliness to this azure canvas.

A bright sun hangs high in the sky, pouring down its warm light without reservation, giving the entire city a layer of dazzling golden glow.

The breeze blows gently, carrying with it the scent of osmanthus flowers.

The rich fragrance, sweet but not greasy, slowly penetrates into people's nostrils, making people feel relaxed and happy.

On both sides of the street, the leaves of the ginkgo trees began to turn golden, sparkling with tiny rays of light under the sunlight. Occasionally, a few leaves could not withstand the teasing of the autumn wind and slowly fell down, like dancing butterflies, covering the stone road with a colorful carpet.

Shi Feiyang's new home was bustling with activity, overflowing with joy and happiness. The vermilion gate was tall and majestic, constructed of heavy solid wood and coated with a layer of bright red paint, which shone with a warm luster under the sunlight.

The doorposts on both sides are carved from a whole piece of granite, on which are engraved lifelike coiled dragons. The dragon's body is winding and circling, and its whiskers are fluttering in the wind, as if it is about to take off into the air in the next second.

The copper door knocker on the gate was polished to a shine as bright as new, sparkling brightly in the sunlight.

A large red lantern, painted with golden peonies, symbolizing good fortune, hung high above the gate. It swayed gently in the breeze, casting a warm crimson glow. Above the gate, a brand new plaque gleamed in the sunlight. The characters "Shifu" (Stone Mansion) were written in a powerful, Yan-style script, highlighting the owner's distinguished demeanor.

When you step into the mansion, the first thing that catches your eye is a spacious courtyard. The overall layout follows the traditional symmetrical aesthetics.

In the courtyard, cobblestone paths meander and lead to every corner.

Both sides of the path are planted with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, red like fire, pink like clouds, white like snow, colorful, competing with each other in beauty, and emitting bursts of charming fragrance.

In the center of the courtyard stands an exquisite octagonal pavilion, its roof clad in glazed tiles, each meticulously fired and shimmering in the sunlight. Inside, a table and chairs crafted from premium mahogany are beautifully carved with lifelike floral and bird designs, showcasing the craftsman's exceptional craftsmanship.

At this time, Gong Simeng was holding Shi Yuyan and sitting on a chair in the pavilion. She was wearing a light pink Luo skirt with delicate crabapple flowers embroidered on the hem. It swayed gently with her movements, as if the crabapple was in full bloom.

She had long, shiny black hair, loosely tied into a bun, with a few strands falling beside her fair neck, adding a touch of charm.

Her eyes were like a clear spring, bright and clear. She was looking at Shi Yuyan, who was wearing a red bellyband embroidered with a little tiger and had a chubby and rosy face, in her arms with full tenderness, and humming a soft lullaby.

As you follow the path, you'll see the main house.

The architectural style of the main house combines the elegance and grandeur of the Jiangnan water town, with flying eaves, brackets, carved beams and painted buildings.

The eaves of the roof are raised high, just like a bird spreading its wings to fly, with smooth and graceful lines.
The arch structure is exquisite and complex, with layers stacked on top of each other, which not only supports the roof but also adds to the artistic beauty of the building.

Various auspicious patterns are hollowed out and carved on the wooden doors and windows, such as dragon and phoenix, pine and crane for longevity, etc. The craftsmanship is exquisite and the appearance is magnificent.

The frames of the doors and windows are made of mortise and tenon joints, which fit together perfectly and embody the essence of traditional carpentry skills.

At this moment, Lin Wanqing emerged from the main house. She was dressed in a moon-white dress embroidered with light blue orchids at the hem, a simple yet elegant look. A matching ribbon was tied around her waist, and at the end of it dangled a delicate jade pendant.

Her hair was simply tied up with a jade hairpin, and a few strands of hair fluttered gently in the breeze, making her look even more gentle and charming.

With a faint smile on her face, she walked towards Gong Simeng in the courtyard, stretching out her fingers to gently tease Shi Yuyan's cheek.

Shi Yuyan was amused and laughed.

The house was decorated with lights and guests were gathered in groups of three or five, laughing and talking happily.

The courtyard was filled with delicacies. Exquisitely carved porcelain plates were filled with dishes of exquisite color, flavor, and aroma. The aroma of wine and food intertwined and filled the air. Guests dressed in fine clothes exchanged greetings, and the sound of clinking glasses echoed one after another.

The moment Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing appeared, the entire courtyard instantly became quiet.

A moment later, a low exclamation spread among the crowd.

A middle-aged man in a royal blue satin robe and a jade crown on his head, his wine glass resting at his lips, his eyes wide open. After a moment, he came back to his senses and couldn't help but admire softly, "These two girls, one charming and attractive, the other gentle as jade, are truly rare beauties in the world!"

His words seemed to open up a new conversation, and the guests around him nodded in agreement.

An old man in a navy blue robe tapped his palm lightly with his folding fan, shaking his head and saying, "Such beauties, gathered here, truly makes this humble stone house shine!"

A young man beside them stared at Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing with an intoxicated look on his face. He murmured to himself, "I've been in this world for many years and have seen many beauties, but this is the first time I've seen someone as extraordinary as this."

A woman in a lavender dress, eyes full of envy, took her companion's hand and said, "Yes, I see they have a close relationship with Shi Daxia. Could they be Shi Daxia's wife or concubine?"

Everyone was whispering to each other, speculating about their identities. For a moment, the courtyard was filled with whispers.

Entering the house, one is greeted by a large landscape painting hanging on the wall of the main hall. Its imposing presence adds a touch of elegance to the room. The furniture in the hall is all made of high-quality huanghuali wood, boasting a strong texture and beautiful grain.

The tables and chairs are simple and elegant in shape, inlaid with exquisite jade and gems, which sparkle with colorful light under the refraction of sunlight.

The legs of the table and chairs adopt a three-bend leg design with soft lines and beautiful curves, reflecting the unique charm of the furniture.

On either side of the main house are the east and west wing rooms. The east wing room is a study room, which adopts the traditional quadrangle layout. The four sides of the house enclose a small courtyard in the middle, which not only ensures light and ventilation, but also creates a relatively independent and quiet space.

It is filled with a wide variety of books, with everything you need. The bookshelves are made of nanmu wood, exuding a light wood fragrance.

On the desk are placed pens, ink, paper and inkstone, all of which are the best of the four treasures of the study.

The west wing is the guest room, which is decorated warmly and comfortably.

The bed is covered with soft silk bedding and the pillows are filled with fluffy down, making you feel like you are sinking into the clouds when you lie down on it.

The room is also decorated with exquisite porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, adding a touch of artistic atmosphere to the room.

The windows of the guest rooms are decorated with carved lattices, through which you can see the beautiful scenery of the courtyard, bringing the beauty of nature into the room.

A middle-aged man in a royal blue satin robe and a jade crown on his head, holding a wine glass in his hand and with a gentle smile on his face, said to a woman in a lavender dress beside him: "Hero Shi has achieved such great success at such a young age. He forced the evil Xie Luojia to commit suicide. It is truly admirable!" As he spoke, he raised his head slightly, his eyes full of admiration, and took a sip of wine.

The woman nodded slightly, her lips curled up into a faint smile, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Yes, I've also heard that Master Shi is not only a martial arts expert, but also a chivalrous man. I'm honored to be able to attend his housewarming celebration today."

At this time, an old man in gray coarse cloth clothes was frowning in the corner and looking around carefully.

He stroked his beard and whispered to the young man beside him, "The grandeur of this Shi Mansion demonstrates the status of Shi Daxia in the martial arts world. However, the martial arts world is always changing, and the future is still uncertain."

The young man nodded thoughtfully, with a hint of worry in his eyes: "What you said is absolutely right, but Shi Daxia is now in the limelight and should be able to cope with various challenges." At this moment, the arrival of an uninvited guest instantly broke the peace.

The handsome young man in front of me, who said his surname was Yi, was wearing a plain scholar's robe that was tailored very exquisitely, as if he came out of poetry and painting.

The collar and cuffs were embroidered with delicate silk thread, a delicate, lifelike pattern of elegant black bamboo. The density and sparseness were balanced, perfectly capturing the unique elegance of a scholar. A moon-white silk sash hung around her waist, and a jade pendant dangling from it swayed gently with her every movement, creating a melodious, crisp clinking sound. A small square scarf was neatly tied in her hair, and a few strands of hair fell across her snow-white face, like a carefully crafted ornament, further emphasizing her picturesque features and her graceful gaze.

This handsome young scholar had sharp eyebrows slanting down to his temples, and his eyes were bright and piercing, like twinkling stars in the cold night, revealing an innate arrogance and unruliness. Beneath his straight nose lay thin, graceful lips, which were now adorned with a faint smile. He appeared gentle and friendly, but in reality, he was filled with disdain for everything around him.

Her face was a combination of strength and softness, a man's handsomeness and a woman's gentleness and softness, resembling a handsome scholar with extraordinary grace and elegance. However, the arrogance she exuded made it clear at a glance that she was no ordinary scholar.

She slowly raised her eyes, and her gaze swept across the so-called Jiangnan heroes in front of her like a sharp blade. Her eyes seemed to declare mercilessly that these people were nothing but insignificant ants in her eyes.

"Hmph, they say the Jiangnan martial arts world is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Today I want to see for myself what kind of hidden dragons and crouching tigers there are!" Her voice was crisp and pleasant, but it was laced with unquestionable arrogance, which seemed particularly abrupt and harsh in this bustling venue.

When the guests heard this, they instantly quieted down, with different expressions on their faces.

Some showed surprised expressions, with their eyes wide open and their mouths slightly open.

Some frowned, their faces filled with displeasure, obviously angered by this sudden provocation.

The middle-aged man in the royal blue robe's gentle smile instantly disappeared, replaced by a serious expression. He put down his wine glass and whispered, "Where did this young brat come from? How rude!"

The woman in the lavender dress frowned slightly, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes. She said softly, "What should we do? Today is the auspicious day for Hero Shi to move into his new home, and yet someone like this has come to cause trouble."

As soon as the handsome young scholar finished speaking, a burly man strode out from the crowd.

This man's name is Zhou Meng, and he is a top master of the Jiangnan Hung Gar school.

He was extremely tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back, like a towering, unshakable mountain. Just by standing there, he exuded a powerful sense of oppression, making the air around him seem to freeze.

He was dressed in a black short-sleeved jacket, the tight fabric clinging tightly to his bulging muscles, ready to burst at any moment under the overwhelming force. The collar of the jacket was wide open, revealing his thick, sturdy neck and thick, tangled chest hair, revealing his wildness, ruggedness and heroism.

His face was covered with a thick, wildly growing beard, like a tangled mass of weeds, unruly and disorderly, yet it also revealed his uninhibited and generous character. His eyes, as big as copper bells, were wide open, burning with a blazing fighting spirit.

At that moment, Zhou Meng stared fearlessly at the handsome young scholar, his eyes a powerful declaration of war, a declaration that he would not retreat. "Don't be so arrogant, little girl! I'll show you the power of my Hong Quan!" Zhou Meng's voice was like a bell, so loud it hurt her ears.

He actually saw through that this handsome young scholar was actually a stunning young girl.

Yes, this pretty girl is the female hero Yili from Hengshan School.

She is only seventeen years old, but she is gifted and has mastered the Hengshan sword technique to perfection. She set out into the martial arts world last year. She is naturally arrogant and often disguises herself as a young scholar to challenge the major martial arts sects, but she always wins.

Now, hearing about Shi Feiyang's prowess, how he terrorized Liaodong, how renowned he was in Shandong, and how he'd even forced Xie Luojia, the world's martial arts leader, to publicly commit suicide by slashing his own throat, Yi Li, unconvinced, wanted to see Shi Feiyang's true martial arts prowess. She decided to take advantage of Shi Feiyang's housewarming celebration today to challenge him. Most people in the martial arts world are quick to engage in a fight. At this moment, Zhou Meng roared and charged at Yi Li like a tiger descending from a mountain.

He raised his right fist high, making a whistling sound, and with all his strength, he smashed it towards Ellie's face. The wind from his fist was so fierce that it seemed to tear the air apart in an instant.

Facing this powerful blow, Ellie remained calm and composed. Her beautiful eyes flickered, and her figure shone lightly, like a butterfly dancing in the forest, nimble and graceful, easily dodging the powerful and fatal blow.

Immediately afterwards, Ellie shook the long sword in her hand violently, and in an instant, sword flowers bloomed, twinkling like stars, dazzling people.

This is the exquisite sword move derived from the Hengshan School's "Hengshan Sword Formation" - "Star-like Scattering".

The Hengshan School's swordsmanship, unlike other schools, is renowned for its agility, variety, and treacherous strokes. Rather than employing sweeping, ferocious, and swift movements, its movements scatter like stars, piercing from unexpected and cunning angles, leaving the opponent unable to defend themselves.

At this moment, the long sword in Ellie's hand turned into countless lights and shadows, like a meteor flying through the night sky, stabbing at Zhou Meng from all directions, such as up and down, left and right, front and back, near and far, like a torrential rain. Each sword was as fast as lightning, making it difficult to keep up.

When Zhou Meng saw this, he was suddenly shocked and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

He quickly retracted his fist to defend himself, crossed his arms, and took a tight defensive stance, trying to block the sword moves that were as fierce as a storm.

However, Yili's swordsmanship was too exquisite. The sword shadows moved swiftly and swiftly like ghosts, and in a split second, they broke through Zhou Meng's seemingly indestructible defense. With a "puff", Yili's sword tip gently pierced Zhou Meng's shoulder. Although it was only a shallow thrust, it was full of power.

Zhou Meng groaned and staggered back several steps. Blood was dripping from his shoulder and his face was full of shock and unwillingness. He was secretly amazed that this seemingly weak woman had such amazing martial arts skills.

"Who else?" Ellie sneered, the arrogance in her eyes even more intense, and she once again issued a naked provocation to everyone.

That contemptuous look was mocking the incompetence of the Jiangnan heroes present.

At this time, a young man in a light blue brocade robe walked out steadily from the crowd. He was Li Fei.

Li Fei has a slender and agile figure, and his every move exudes a lively and elegant temperament, as if he is a crane that can spread its wings and fly high at any time.

The light blue brocade robe he wore was soft and smooth, flowing gently with his every movement, like the shimmering waters of a flowing lake. The collar and cuffs of the robe were embroidered with intricate cloud patterns in gold thread, which shimmered softly in the sunlight, highlighting not only his extraordinary taste but also his unique identity.

Around his waist was a wide, navy-blue belt, inlaid with a beautiful, warm-hued jade. The jade was engraved with a lifelike dragon, its fangs bared and claws swaying, as if about to soar into the air, adding a touch of nobility to his appearance. Also tucked into the belt was an exquisite sword, its hilt wrapped in black leather and inlaid with several dazzling gems, which shone with a captivating, multicolored light in the sunlight.

He wore a simple white jade crown, his long, lustrous black hair neatly tied up, a few strands cascading across his fair forehead, adding a touch of casualness and freedom. His face was delicate, his eyebrows were as black as distant ink, and his eyes were bright and deep, revealing an innate confidence and composure, as if everything in the world was under his control and no challenge could move him.

"Little scholar, don't be too arrogant." Li Fei raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a faint smile, and said slowly.

The smile seemed gentle, but it subtly revealed a confidence that should not be underestimated.

When Ellie heard this, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, like a cold light across the night sky, "What? You want to try my martial arts too? You are overestimating yourself." Her words were full of provocation and contempt, and she didn't take Li Fei seriously at all.

Li Fei didn't respond, but calmly drew his sword from his waist. The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, silently signaling the coming fierce battle. The cold light on the sword, contrasting with his calm eyes, gave people a sense of invisible pressure.

After saying that, Li Fei's figure flashed and floated towards Yili like a wisp of green smoke.

He shook the long sword in his hand and displayed the Qingfeng Sword School's unique skill "Qingfeng Thirteen Styles".

It turned out that this Li Fei was the favorite disciple of Zhao Qingfeng, the leader of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, who was rescued by Shi Feiyang from the Black Wind Village.

At this moment, Li Fei's sword moves were like a breeze blowing on your face, seemingly gentle and soothing, but in fact, they contained countless mysteries.

Each sword carried a trace of sword energy, like a sharp blade, cutting through the surrounding air and making a slight hissing sound.

A hint of excitement flashed in Ellie's eyes. She loved this kind of challenging opponent the most.

She let out a delicate cry, as clear and melodious as the sound of a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, and danced swiftly with the long sword in her hand, performing the Hengshan School's "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique".

This sword technique vividly showcases the unique characteristics of the Hengshan School's swordsmanship, resembling the misty clouds that permeate the mountains, ever-changing and unpredictable, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. Unlike ordinary sword techniques that emphasize directness and overwhelming force, the "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique" emphasizes the use of softness to overcome hardness. While the sword moves appear soft and feeble, like a gentle spring breeze, they conceal countless deadly techniques.

Ellie's sword shuttled through the misty sword shadows, sometimes like a rainbow piercing the sun, piercing Li Fei's vitals with such speed that people had no time to react; sometimes like a snake coming out of a cave, attacking from an unexpected angle, the angle was so tricky that it was hard to defend against.

Her sword moves were erratic, making it difficult to predict where her next attack would come from. It was as if one was in a vast cloud of fog, lost in direction and unable to find a way to break free.

Possessing extraordinary martial arts skills at such a young age, it's no wonder that Yi Li dares to be so arrogant in the martial arts world. In just one year since her debut, she has challenged dozens of martial arts sects and has never been defeated. How could she not be arrogant? At this moment, Li Fei's face gradually became solemn, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

He never expected that this seemingly young "little scholar" would have such exquisite swordsmanship.

Li Fei used all his strength to bring the "Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng" to its extreme. Every move and every style contained his many years of martial arts attainments.

However, Ellie's swordsmanship was too flexible and changeable. Li Fei was not careful and was stabbed in the wrist by the tip of Ellie's sword. The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang", making a crisp sound that echoed in the silent venue.

"With such little ability, you dare to embarrass yourself?" Yi Li said sarcastically, her eyes full of contempt and disdain. It seemed as if she was stepping on Li Fei and trampling on his dignity.

Everyone looked at each other, shocked by Ellie's superb martial arts skills and angry at her arrogance and rudeness.

But at this time, no one dared to step forward to challenge. The scene was silent, with only the breeze blowing gently, blowing everyone's clothes.

"Shi Feiyang, why aren't you coming out yet? Are you going to keep hiding like a coward?" Ellie raised her voice and shouted towards Shi Feiyang's new home. Her voice echoed in the air, full of provocation and ridicule, as if giving Shi Feiyang an ultimatum.

At this moment, another person walked out of the crowd.

This person's name is Su Yu, and he is an outstanding disciple of the Jiangnan Dian Cang Sword School.

He is of medium build, with a sturdy and flexible body. He exudes a restrained sharpness, like a sharp blade hidden in a sheath. Although it has not been unsheathed, people can already feel its sharpness.

He was dressed in a dark grey suit, made of tough material and embroidered with silver threads. From a distance, it resembled twinkling stars in the night sky, understated yet refined. A scarlet scarf wrapped around his collar stood out against the grey hue, like a flame in the darkness, adding a touch of passion and uninhibitedness to his attire.

Su Yu's face was well-defined, with a slightly raised chin, and an unyielding spirit that declared his stubbornness.

His thick, slightly raised eyebrows exude a heroic air, like two sharp swords piercing his temples. His eyes are like deep pools, their depth concealing a sharpness that seems to see through all illusions. His neatly cropped hair is held back by a black leather hat, with a few strands escaping from under the brim and casually draping across his forehead, further highlighting his casual and unrestrained demeanor.

He carried a simple longsword on his back, its hilt inlaid with a dark green gemstone that radiated a mysterious luster and imbued him with boundless power. The blade was slender, its scabbard intricately carved with patterns, each one revealing the long history of the Dian Cang Sword School and carrying the glory and legacy of its forefathers.

Su Yu walked forward, crossed his arms, looked at Yi Li, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Little brother, isn't it inappropriate to be so presumptuous in my Jiangnan area?" His voice was low but powerful, echoing in the air, with an aura of majesty without anger.

Upon hearing this, Yili turned to Su Yu with a hint of amusement in her eyes, as if she was looking at a novel toy. "Oh? So, you, a hero from Jiangnan, how are you going to teach me how to behave?" Her words were full of provocation, and a new contest seemed to be about to break out.

The crowd erupted in a commotion, cursing Yili for being blind, blind, and ungrateful. They were all eager to challenge her. When Su Yu heard Yili's provocative words, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, like a meteor streaking across the dark night. His aura suddenly changed, and a murderous aura washed over him.

He tapped the ground lightly, his movements graceful yet imbued with a resolute aura. Like an arrow shot from a bow, he shot towards Ellie with a fierce gust of wind. As he neared Ellie, veins in his arms bulged, muscles tensed, and with a sudden, forceful thrust, he unleashed the ancient longsword from his back with a swish. The blade sliced ​​through the air, emitting a sharp, piercing whistle. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the Dian Cang School's ultimate move, "Goshawk Strikes Rabbit." The longsword, like the sharp claws of an eagle, thrust forward with unwavering momentum, pierced Ellie's throat. The sword's force was fierce and resolute, tearing the air apart wherever it passed, leaving a visible trail of distortion, leaving the opponent no room for respite.

Ellie's eyes were like cold stars in a cold night, bright and sharp, sparkling with innate pride and unruliness.

Under her straight nose, her thin lips were slightly raised, outlining a subtle sneer, which was full of disdain and arrogance.

Facing Su Yu's fierce attack, Yili remained calm. She twisted her body lightly, turning as gracefully as catkins in the wind, and displayed the Hengshan School's "Cloud Shadow Step". Her figure was like misty clouds, and she cleverly avoided the fatal blow in an instant.

Then, Ellie turned her wrist, twisted the hilt of the sword with her jade fingers, and the long sword in her hand flew nimbly, performing the "Mist Locking the Mountains" sword move.

In an instant, countless sword shadows surged towards Su Yu like layers of fog, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. It made people feel as if they were in chaos and confusion, and it was difficult to grasp his true sword path.

Su Yu was secretly surprised. He hadn't expected Yi Li's reaction to be so agile, and her swordsmanship was so exquisite that it was beyond imagination. But he was, after all, a distinguished disciple of the Dian Cang Sect. His years of experience in the martial arts world had allowed him to remain calm in the face of danger.

He suddenly shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, shaking the air around him and making the dust on the ground fly.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand spun rapidly, and he performed the Dian Cang School's "Luanfeng Zhan".

For a moment, the sword wind whistled up, like a strong and wild whirlwind. Each sword wind was wrapped in a cold murderous aura, like a sharp blade, crushing Ellie's sword shadows one by one. Wherever it went, deep grooves were cut into the ground, ruthlessly tearing everything around it into pieces.

A flicker of unconcealable excitement flashed in Ellie's eyes. This evenly matched contest brought a surge of inexplicable joy to her heart. Her eyebrows arched, her eyes widened, and she cried out, "Well, come on! Today I'll show you how powerful I am!" With that, the sword in her hand rapidly transformed once again, unleashing the "Wind Sweeping Clouds" technique from the Hengshan Cloud and Mist Sword Technique.

This move was incredibly powerful, with immense force and heaviness. Like a hurricane sweeping away the remaining clouds, it pressed down on Su Yu with overwhelming force. In an instant, sword shadows flashed, as dense as stars, attempting to completely submerge Su Yu in this endless sea of ​​swords.

Su Yu clearly felt the tremendous pressure coming towards him. He clenched his teeth, his face solemn, and tried his best to resist.

He used the Dian Cang School's defensive sword move "Cangshan Guardian", and the long sword danced rapidly in front of him, like a silver snake dancing wildly, forming an impenetrable sword net, blocking Ellie's attacks one by one.

His sword net gleamed with a chilling cold light, and every sword mark contained the profound internal strength accumulated through years of practice, demonstrating the majestic foundation of the Dian Cang School's swordsmanship. The two exchanged blows, and the fierce battle quickly intensified.

The crowd around was deeply attracted by this wonderful battle. They held their breath and stared at the two people in the field without blinking, for fear of missing any exciting moment.

Suddenly, Ellie smiled cunningly, a gleam in her eyes, and a plan quietly formed in her mind.

She rolled her eyes and deliberately exposed a flaw, revealing a seemingly obvious opening.

When Su Yu saw this scene, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously thought that this was an excellent opportunity to attack.

Without hesitation, he unleashed the Dian Cang Sect's ultimate move, "Cang Lei Ji Ding." He raised his sword high, a flash of lightning glittering from its blade as he swiftly struck Ellie's head with immense force. The might was like a thunderbolt from the sky, carrying the power of destruction, threatening to split Ellie in two. As his sword fell, the surrounding air compressed, a dull explosion echoed, and the ground trembled slightly from the overwhelming force. However, Ellie had been waiting for this very moment.

Just as Su Yu's sword was about to strike Yili's head, her delicate body suddenly flashed and she used the "Phantom Trace" move. This move was extremely strange, and her figure instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a series of faint afterimages.

Su Yu swung his sword down heavily, but missed. He thought to himself that something was wrong and an ominous premonition came over him.

Yi Li's figure appeared behind Su Yu like a ghost. The long sword in her hand flashed with cold light and pierced Su Yu's vest. She said loudly with a mocking tone: "Humph, with your little ability, you still want to beat me? It's just a foolish dream!"

Su Yu quickly turned around to resist, but Yi Li's sword was too fast, and he only had time to use his sword to barely block part of the attack.

With a "puff" sound, the tip of Ellie's sword accurately pierced Su Yu's shoulder, and blood instantly dyed his clothes red.

Su Yu's face turned pale as paper in an instant, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

He never thought that he would fall into Ellie's trap and his momentary negligence led to such a passive situation.

Yi Li looked at the injured Su Yu with an extremely proud smile on her face.

She laughed arrogantly towards the sky and said, "You Jiangnan martial arts world is nothing but this, all of you are just people with empty reputations! If anyone still refuses to accept, just come up and die!" The laughter was wanton and arrogant, echoing in the air for a long time, full of arrogance and unruly.

However, just when Yili was getting carried away, Shi Feiyang came floating over.

He walked out, dressed in a moon-white robe with flowing sleeves, with steady steps. His face was handsome, his expression calm, his eyes gleaming with the wisdom and composure of someone who saw through the world, and he exuded a powerful aura that was intimidating without even being angry.

"My dear brother, today is Shi's new housewarming celebration. I don't want to argue with you. I hope you can stop here and not disturb this festive day anymore." Shi Feiyang's voice was low and mellow, like a warm current, flowing slowly in the air, showing his magnanimity and tolerance.

Yi Li, however, showed no appreciation. A trace of disdain flashed in her eyes as she sneered, "Hmph, Shi Feiyang, are you scared? If you don't settle the score with me today, I will not give up!"

After saying this, she held the sword horizontally in her hand, ready to attack at any time, and her arrogant attitude became more and more arrogant.

Shi Feiyang frowned slightly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but he still said patiently: "Little brother, why be so persistent when you can? " However, Yi Li was overwhelmed by victory, and turned a deaf ear to Shi Feiyang's kind words of advice. She provoked him again: "Stop talking nonsense, if you have the ability, take action, don't pretend to be a good person here!" After that, she stabbed Shi Feiyang with a sword.

A cold light finally flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes. He knew that if he did not take action today, it would be difficult to quell this dispute.

He took a deep breath, and his aura suddenly changed. A powerful internal force surged out of his body. The air around him seemed to be stirred by an invisible big hand, forming a visible air vortex. The dust on the ground flew up, and even a subtle "rustling" sound could be heard, just like countless gravel rubbing against each other.

"In that case, I'm sorry for the offense!" Shi Feiyang growled and unleashed the Divine Dragon Claw Technique.

His right hand stretched out instantly, as fast as lightning, and almost in the blink of an eye it turned into an inky black afterimage, which dragged out an illusory light and shadow, instantly tearing apart the constraints of space.

(End of this chapter)