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

Chapter 127 127. Killing Hundreds of People in One Step, Destroying the Deadly Sword Formation

On this quiet night, the night sky is like a pure black brocade, quietly and gently covering the entire world.

It is like a superb painter, painting a magnificent picture with deep black tones.

The stars, like sparkling gems, are set in the deep night, twinkling with enchanting light, telling ancient and mysterious stories. The breeze brings a touch of coolness, as if nature is whispering, telling the mystery and tranquility of the night.

Occasionally, the chirping of insects can be heard in the distance. Their sounds are melodious and crisp, like the music of nature, adding a bit of tranquility and peace to the night. In this quiet night, everything is immersed in a peaceful atmosphere.

Ellie lay in the tent. Even though there was soft bedding beneath her, it was difficult to calm her troubled mind.

She tossed and turned like a butterfly trapped in a spider web, flapping her wings in vain, but still unable to break free from the invisible silk thread, and it took a long time for her to enter the quiet path of dreamland.

Shi Feiyang, a man with a heart as warm and innocent as the sun, a heroic spirit as vast as the ocean, and a steadfast love for the people as majestic as a mountain, is like a shining star, jumping and flickering in the depths of her heart, forcefully occupying her entire heart, causing her heart to surge with complex and inexplicable emotions like the surging sea.

And in this complex emotion, love is like a vine that grows secretly, spreading quietly in an imperceptible but unstoppable manner.

Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the thrilling battle that took place during the day.

At that time, the battlefield was filled with smoke, like a ferocious black dragon with bared fangs and claws, writhing wantonly; the shouts of killing were earth-shaking, like rolling thunder, exploding in the ears; the bright red blood flowed, dyeing the earth a shocking scarlet, so cruel that people could not bear to look at it.

However, the scene of everyone working together, shoulder to shoulder, overcoming the difficulties, was like a ray of bright sunshine, penetrating the thick haze and gently falling on her heart, allowing her to truly feel a precious warmth in this cold and cruel world where the strong prey on the weak. And Shi Feiyang was undoubtedly the core of this warmth.

The scene of Shi Feiyang bravely killing the enemy on the battlefield is like a magnificent painting carefully carved by time and will never fade. It is deeply engraved in her mind and cannot be erased no matter how the torrent of time washes away.

He was agile, like a god of war descending from the heavens. Every time he attacked, he was packed with the power of thunder. Wherever he went, the enemies fell to the ground like fallen leaves swept by the wind.

Shi Feiyang's figure became increasingly majestic in Yili's heart, like an unshakable towering mountain.

His courage and determination, like a blazing torch, brought a bright, warm glow to the confused and chaotic corners of Ellie's heart. Every time she recalled this, Ellie's heart fluttered like a fawn, and a faint blush rose on her cheeks. Respect and gratitude flowed like a gurgling stream in her heart, and the love that had already unconsciously wrapped around her heart like a vine, grew stronger as she recalled it.

It was late at night and everything was silent. Only the occasional sound of the wind outside the tent, like a gentle sigh, quietly broke the silence.

Ellie still had her eyes wide open, showing no sign of fatigue.

In her heart, she has both longing and anticipation for a future journey full of unknowns and challenges, and deep memories of past experiences. Those people and events in the past appear before her eyes one by one like a beautiful painting.

Shi Feiyang's figure runs through it all the time, becoming the most unforgettable existence in her heart.

She knew very well that her love for Shi Feiyang was like the weeds growing vigorously in spring, spreading wildly and becoming difficult to let go.

After a short rest, Shi Feiyang suddenly raised his arms and shouted. The sound was like the roar of a bell, powerful and heavy, with a tremendous force that penetrated everything. It instantly tore through the stagnant dullness in the air, penetrated straight into the hearts of the people, and lifted everyone's soul.

Then, he stood tall and strode forward, like a fearless leader, leading everyone resolutely towards Ningxia.

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun was like a layer of golden gauze as thin as a cicada's wing and almost transparent, which gently draped over them, delicately outlining their figures, which were slightly tired but as tenacious as pine trees.

They shoulder the heavy, like overwhelming expectations of the people of the world, and carry with them a blazing, never-extinguished yearning for peace. They take each step firmly and powerfully, leaving deep footprints with each step, and move forward firmly towards the future full of unknowns and challenges. They want to use these solid steps to forge a bright and smooth path through the thorns to a peaceful and prosperous era.

In mid-autumn, Shi Feiyang and his group finally reached the foot of the Helan Mountains.

The Helan Mountains are like a huge, winding, dormant dragon, stretching across the vast land.

The mountains are majestic and steep, with peaks overlapping and undulating, stretching as if there is no end in sight.

Vegetation on the mountain is extremely sparse, with large expanses of exposed rock. Carved by the wind and rain over the ages, it presents a unique texture of majestic grandeur and vicissitudes of life. The howling mountain wind, with its unique harshness and ruggedness, like a wild horse running loose, recklessly rushes through the valley, emitting a piercing cry that resembles the howling of ghosts and wolves, or the angry roar of an ancient beast awakened from its slumber, echoing endlessly throughout the land, lingering for a long time.

Everyone set up camp here.

As night falls quietly, the Helan Mountains appear more mysterious, majestic and solemn.

The rolling hills were dim in the thick night, like silent, cold and majestic giants, looking down on everything in the world indifferently, witnessing the changes that were about to take place.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the cold moonlight poured unreservedly on this land that was about to become a battlefield, giving the battle that was about to begin a bloody battle a layer of silver-white light that was chilling to the bone.

Under the moonlight, the sand reflected a cold light, making the figures of both sides particularly clear under the moonlight. Every outline and every movement were clearly visible, which suddenly added a bit of chilling and murderous atmosphere to the atmosphere that was already tense like a fully drawn bowstring.

Shi Feiyang was taking a short rest in the tent. His intuition, which was already as sharp as an eagle, became even more alert in this almost eerie and quiet atmosphere, as if every nerve in his body was stretched to the extreme.

Suddenly, like a cheetah lurking in the darkness, poised for action, he leaped from the tent with a swift, uninterrupted movement, without hesitation or delay. Moonlight streamed down upon him, clearly outlining Shi Feiyang's towering, imposing figure, as tall as a pine tree.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang seemed to be emitting an invisible light from the inside out. It was an innate and awe-inspiring aura, as if all the darkness and evil in the world would be exposed in front of him and would be instantly dispelled by this light.

His eyes were as sharp as the twinkling cold stars in the night sky. He quickly scanned the surroundings, not missing any slight abnormality or any corner where danger might be lurking.

The surrounding Helan Mountains remain silent, like a silent witness of history, quietly watching everything that is about to happen.

The night wind in the mountains became increasingly violent, like an enraged beast, carrying sand and dust all over the sky, like waves of surging waves, hitting people's faces fiercely, causing great pain and making people frown.

At this moment, Xie Zhichuan led a group of masked men and quietly sneaked in. Xie Zhichuan's eyes burned with a raging fire of hatred, the flames were hot and crazy, as if they wanted to ruthlessly devour the entire world and turn everything in the world into ashes.

His lips were pressed tightly into a straight line, as if cast from steel, revealing a near-mad determination to achieve his goal. His long, jet-black hair danced freely in the wind like a venomous black snake, adding to his fierce and menacing aura, making him look like a messenger of vengeance from the depths of hell.

The hatred in Xie Zhichuan's heart was like a cancer rooted deep in the darkness of the abyss. As time passed, it had completely warped his mind. Whenever he closed his eyes, the tragedy of the catastrophic disaster that had befallen his family would come back to him like a nightmare.

Those horrific scenes were like extremely sharp, cold blades that repeatedly cut into Xie Zhichuan's heart, bringing him excruciating pain, as if tearing his heart into pieces.

The miserable screams of relatives still seem to echo in my ears, sharp and desperate, like the wails from hell; the gurgling blood dyed the earth a shocking dark red, like a horrific picture that can never be dispelled; the home turned into ruins in an instant, and the broken walls swayed in the wind, witnessing the former prosperity and the present desolation.

These images played in his mind day after day, night after night, like an endless curse, causing him unbearable pain and bringing him to the brink of mental collapse. He blamed Shi Feiyang for all this without reservation.

In his heart, blinded by hatred, Shi Feiyang was the demon who had ruthlessly destroyed his entire world. It was Shi Feiyang who had caused him to lose everything he held dear, and reduced him from a man with a happy family to a homeless, wandering soul, struggling in endless pain and hatred. Xie Zhichuan's hatred for Shi Feiyang had long been like the tangled roots of an old tree, deeply rooted in his bones.

With every breath, the rise and fall of his chest carried a venomous curse against Shi Feiyang, a curse that emanated like a vengeance from the Nine Netherworlds, eerie and intense. Driven by vengeance, he was like an ascetic monk trapped in the abyss of obsession, willing to sacrifice anything for revenge. For over six months, he had painstakingly practiced swordsmanship in the deep mountains and dense forests, under the scorching sun and biting cold wind, each move imbued with endless hatred and determination.

He ran around like a lone wolf looking for prey, recruited masters from all over the world, and carefully planned this deadly ambush against Shi Feiyang.

At this moment, he stood proudly in the center of the sword formation like an unshakable mountain.

The wild wind howled, as if it would drag everything in the world into endless darkness, making his clothes rustle fiercely and fluttering fiercely.

There was madness and determination in Xie Zhichuan's eyes, like two burning flames. There was only one unshakable thought in his mind: today, he must cut Shi Feiyang into pieces, and use his boiling blood to pay tribute to the innocent souls of his family who died, and to comfort the wronged souls who could not rest in peace in the underworld.

Hearing the noise, the warriors filed out of their tents one after another, instantly enveloped by the sudden, almost tangible, tense atmosphere.

Some people reacted quickly, holding weapons at the first moment, their eyes alert as eagles, looking around vigilantly, not missing any corner where danger was lurking; some people were sleepy, rubbing their sleepy eyes, not yet fully awake from their dreams, with a hint of confusion and ignorance on their faces; others had solemn expressions, frowning, as if they could foresee the coming bloody storm, keenly aware that a war was about to break out.

At the foot of the Helan Mountains, the cold mid-autumn moon casts a silvery glow, and the howling mountain wind rages like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves. A thrilling battle is about to begin here, with a bloody and shocking curtain.

Seeing this, Yi Li's eyes widened and she couldn't help but scream, "People from Excalibur Villa! They are from Excalibur Villa!"

Ellie had been in the martial arts world for a year and a half, having experienced countless hardships and becoming knowledgeable. Her eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and she recognized the other party's origin accurately at a glance, with a hint of surprise and solemnity in her voice.

Lin Wanqing did not hesitate and drew her sword from its sheath in an instant. The sword flashed with a cold light, just like a ray of cold moonlight.

She raised her sword and pointed it at a familiar figure, her eyes filled with disgust as she spat, "Toad, don't you know how to live or die? Humph!"

There was disdain and anger in his voice.

Zhao Qingfeng, Qian Wanying, Lin Yufeng, Xiang Kun, Xie Wen, Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling and others hurried to guard the money and food. They knew the martial arts of their leader Shi Feiyang very well, and knew that Shi Feiyang's martial arts were extraordinary. Facing these aggressive killers, Shi Feiyang had his own way to defeat the enemy. Shi Feiyang only needed to deal with them. Their duty was to guard the money and food in the rear.

Although Gong Simeng felt a little pressure in her heart because of Yili's arrival, she felt relieved when she saw Suzaku and Baihu guarding her like loyal guards.

This means that the two auspicious beasts, Suzaku and White Tiger, have regarded her as their family, as Shi Feiyang's family.

Holding Xiao Yuyan in her arms, she watched the battle quietly, her eyes filled with calmness and composure. She knew that with Suzaku and White Tiger by her side, no one in the world could harm her and Xiao Yuyan in the slightest. This sense of security, born from the protection of the auspicious beasts, made Gong Simeng feel exceptionally calm.

Xie Zhichuan stood in the center of the sword formation, a chilling coldness emanating from his body. He spoke coldly, his voice low and hoarse, each word squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with endless hatred and determination.

With the night wind in the mountains that was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, his voice spread far away, as if echoing in the valley for a long time.

As he spoke, his hands unconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword, his knuckles turning white from the force, like frost and snow in winter, and the veins on his arms bulged slightly, like dormant little snakes, revealing his extreme anger and excitement.

"Shi Feiyang, today is your end!" Xie Zhichuan's voice echoed in the night wind, filled with determination and hatred. "You forced my father, Xie Luojia, to commit suicide with a sword. This blood feud must be settled today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Zhichuan suddenly waved his hand. The movement was clean and sharp, as if severing all worldly ties. He took the lead, setting the entire Deadly Thirteen Sword Formation into rapid motion. Xie Zhichuan and the others unleashed the "Returning Wind and Seizing the Moon" technique, lunging at Shi Feiyang.

This time, seven hundred of them joined forces to draw their swords. The sword shadows flickered like moonlight, carrying boundless power, and enveloped Shi Feiyang.

Their sword moves were sharp and brutal, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, as if they wanted to chop everything in front of them into pieces.

Wherever the sword wind reached, the air was cut by the sharp blade, making a sharp "hissing" sound.

The sword light was like mercury pouring down on the ground, penetrating every pore, as if even time was cut apart, leaving people with nowhere to escape.

The entire valley seemed to be shrouded in this sword energy, and the air was filled with a suffocating tension.

There was a firm glint in Xie Zhichuan's eyes, and every movement he made contained strength and determination.

He knew that today's battle was not only for revenge, but also to wash away the shame of the family and let his father's heroic spirit rest in peace. He vowed to make Shi Feiyang pay a heavy price and let everyone know that the dignity of the Xie family must not be desecrated.

Shi Feiyang crossed his palms, and before he could fully launch his movement, he was hit by the deadly Thirteen Swords Formation.

The fierce sword energy came at him like a violent storm, like countless sharp knives, ready to cut him into pieces.

Xie Zhichuan's sword tip was pointing straight at Shi Feiyang's throat, with murderous intent in his eyes, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.

Shi Feiyang was at the core of the battlefield and instantly activated the ninth level of Mingyu Gong - Wuji Shura.

In an instant, endless chill surged out from the pores all over his body, like a cold current released from the polar ice abyss. The surrounding air quickly condensed, forming a thick layer of frost, which flickered with a cold light in the moonlight.

In an instant, all the sword tips pointing at Shi Feiyang were circled by the powerful vortex of true energy emitted by Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong, and could not get even an inch close to Shi Feiyang's body.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang made a prompt decision and performed the "Seven Steps of the Dragon" from the Divine Dragon Claw technique. At the same time, he drew the Burmese knife from his waist and performed the "Hundred Victories Sword Technique", instantly fighting with the sword formation of 700 people.

Instantly, a powerful aura from the ancient wilderness erupted from him, as if to bring the entire world under his control. With one initial step, Shi Feiyang's left foot seemed to carry the force of creation, thrusting diagonally forward like the majestic claws of an awakened ancient dragon. With this step, the earth seemed to collapse under the weight, emitting a dull, long-lasting rumble, like the wail of an ancient beast.

The dust beneath their feet, swept up by the wind, carried along gravel from the mountains, like a raging yellow tide, instantly filling the entire battlefield, blurring their vision. Both sides, relying on their superhumanly keen perception, could only grasp their opponent's every move in this chaos.

At the same time, an immensely powerful internal energy surged from Shi Feiyang like a flood, roaring and sweeping towards the deadly Thirteen Sword Formation. The seven hundred people within the sword formation suddenly felt an invisible yet overwhelming pressure, weighing down like a thousand pounds. The sword formation, once as tight as an iron barrel, was tossed by this powerful internal energy, like a lone boat in a storm, teetering on the verge of collapse.

One hundred of them suddenly had their blood frozen, their hands and feet became stiff and numb, and they collapsed with a thud, their meridians and tendons broken and died. Blood instantly spread on the cold ground, emitting a pungent fishy smell.

Shi Feiyang took a second step, his right foot swift as lightning, kicking out. The air vibrated violently with this kick, emitting a "humming" sound like the beating of a war drum. With the help of this reaction force, his figure shot towards the sword formation like a black lightning.

Wherever he passed, he left a deep footprint on the ground, and the surrounding land cracked, spreading in all directions like a spider web.

As he approached, the sword energy within the formation seemed to be pulled by a powerful gravitational force, instantly becoming disordered. The blades collided with each other, emitting a crisp "ding-dang-dang" sound, like a broken war song. Under this powerful impact, another hundred people vomited blood, their bodies flying backwards like kites with broken strings, and slammed heavily into the rocks in the distance with a dull thud.

Shi Feiyang's eyes gleamed with an unyielding light. Every step he took carried the aura of shattering mountains and rivers. The very world seemed to tremble beneath his feet. The fingers of his left hand were as sharp as steel hooks, and the blade of his right hand whistled, stirring the surrounding air like a raging storm, stirring up clouds of dust that obscured the sky and the sun.

Those originally extremely sharp sword energies lost their direction and dissipated under the extreme coldness of Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong.

Shi Feiyang's figure shuttled through the sword light. Every time he swung his sword, the sword energy was defeated and turned into nothingness.

His movements were swift and powerful, like a tiger descending from the mountains, unstoppable.

The martial artists in the sword formation looked terrified. They had never encountered such a powerful opponent.

Every attack by Shi Feiyang made them terrified, as if they would die at the hands of his sword in the next moment.

However, at this moment they were in a dilemma, and could only swing their swords with all their might, trying to break this fatal deadlock.

In the third step, Shi Feiyang's body spun rapidly in the air at an astonishing speed.

The Burmese sword in his hand seemed to be given life at this moment, and it swung out a magnificent and huge sword light. This sword light was like a dazzling golden sun, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield with unparalleled brilliance.

It not only brings scorching temperature, but also contains powerful force that can destroy everything.

Accompanied by a whistling sound, the blade light was like the scythe of the god of death, slashing towards the solid sword formation without mercy.

Wherever the blade flashed, the lush trees were mercilessly severed in half, the crackling sounds echoing one after another. The severed branches and leaves were like snowflakes dancing in the sky, scattering all over the battlefield.

Facing the impact of this blade light, the hundred warriors in the sword formation were completely unable to resist. They were struck by the blade light and instantly turned into clouds of blood mist, dissipating in the biting cold wind, as if they had never existed.

In the fourth step, Shi Feiyang displayed his amazing "hiding one's body and name" light skill.

His figure became ethereal in an instant, turning into a wisp of light smoke, and he moved freely and easily in the dense sword formation.

His presence reappeared and vanished, as elusive as a ghost, rendering his movements impossible for his enemies to track and defend against. Whenever he appeared, he struck a deadly blow. The sharp shadows of his divine Dragon Claws, like razor-sharp steel knives, ruthlessly ripped through the bodies of his enemies. With shrill screams, hundreds more fell before his claws, their blood splattering everywhere.

Shi Feiyang's lightness skills were as elusive as a ghost. His figure appeared and disappeared in the sword light, blending into the air and becoming unpredictable. Every time he appeared, his enemies screamed in pain. Every move he made was incredibly precise, as if he had already predicted the enemy's every move.

His Divine Dragon Claws were incredibly powerful, each claw carrying the force of thunder, tearing through the enemy's body as easily as tearing through thin paper. The enemies in the sword formation were like scarecrows, powerless to fight back, falling one after another in a pool of blood. The scene was extremely tragic.

Every attack of Shi Feiyang made the enemy tremble with fear. His figure shuttled through the sword formation, like the god of death coming, making people terrified.

In the fifth step, Shi Feiyang let out a low and angry roar.

The internal force in his body quickly reached its peak state like a rushing river.

The Burmese knife in his hand slashed through the air, creating a series of sharp flashes, which, in conjunction with his divine dragon claws, wove an impenetrable attack network. Each interplay of knife light and claw shadow was as fierce as a violent storm, carrying an overwhelming force that was difficult to resist.

Under this powerful attack, the enemies fell to the ground one after another, and the sound of broken bones came one after another, playing a symphony of death.

After this round of fierce attack, another hundred people died. The originally solid sword formation was already shaky and seemed to be on the verge of collapse at any time.

When Xie Zhichuan saw this scene, his face became increasingly gloomy, and the hatred and unwillingness flashing in his eyes became more intense, as if they were going to devour everything.

He clenched his fists, his heart filled with anger and unwillingness, as if he wanted to tear the world apart.

But when he looked at Shi Feiyang's figure that looked like a god of war, he felt shocked and scared.

With the sixth move, Shi Feiyang suddenly soared into the air, like a soaring eagle, unleashing his unique Baisheng sword technique, "Longevity of Heaven and Earth." The Burmese sword in his hand gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and with immense force, he slashed at the impenetrable sword formation.

This knife was like a giant axe that split the sky and the earth. Wherever the knife wind reached, the ground was instantly torn into a bottomless ravine.

Flames rose into the sky from the ravine, and heat waves surged, as if the gates of hell had been opened at this moment.

The hundreds of men in the sword formation were instantly cut in two by this earth-shattering blow. Blood splattered like a fountain, staining the surrounding land into a sea of ​​blood. Their screams echoed across the battlefield, as if narrating the cruelty and ruthlessness of this battle.

With the seventh step, Shi Feiyang landed steadily on the ground, his feet as solid as a rock, like a towering mountain, unshakable.

He exuded a fierce aura, and his eyes revealed majesty and dominance, as if he was an invincible god of war.

At this moment, all seven hundred men in the Thirteen Deadly Swords Formation had been killed or wounded. Seeing the dire situation, Xie Zhichuan felt a surge of sadness in his heart. He turned and fled in panic, leaving behind a devastated battlefield.

Everyone was stunned with their mouths wide open, exclaiming in amazement, and Ellie was completely stunned.

Yi Li's eyes were as wide as copper bells, unblinking as she stared at Shi Feiyang's every move, as if he were the only figure left in the world. Her lips parted slightly, forming a tiny "O" shape, her face filled with disbelief.

Her hands originally hung naturally at her sides, but as Shi Feiyang moved, they unconsciously rose slowly and finally clenched into fists. The veins on the back of her hands bulged slightly, and she tried her best to cheer Shi Feiyang on.

The moment Shi Feiyang successfully broke the formation, the shock in her eyes was instantly replaced by intense admiration. Her eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining brightly and full of unconcealable admiration.

Looking at Shi Feiyang's calm demeanor, as if nothing had happened, Yili's admiration for him surged like a surging wave, one after another, violently impacting her heart. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, like a frantically beating war drum, her chest heaving violently.

Ellie's cheeks quickly flushed, just like the peach blossoms blooming in spring, delicate and beautiful, as if a lively deer was running rampant in her heart, making her uneasy.

She had never experienced this wonderful and strong feeling before, but at this moment, she realized very clearly that her feelings for Shi Feiyang had quietly transformed, from the initial simple liking to completely sublimated into a passionate and deep love.

Her mind uncontrollably replayed every moment of her acquaintance with Shi Feiyang, each scene playing before her like a movie, deepening her obsession. She couldn't help but think that Shi Feiyang was a ray of light bestowed upon her by fate, illuminating her once-ordinary life in the martial arts world. She longed to be by his side, to journey through the martial arts world with him, to share life's joys and sorrows.

Shi Feiyang stood on the battlefield, his clothes fluttering in the wind. His eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed tightly on the fleeing enemies, and he shouted in a voice like a bell: "Tell the people behind you, if you dare to stop me from seeking peace for the people, you will be killed without a burial place!" The voice was filled with endless majesty and deterrence, like rolling thunder, echoing in the mountains, scaring the fleeing enemies into becoming more and more panicked, and their figures gradually disappeared into the night.

After the fierce battle, the camp fell into silence and chaos.

The ground was littered with the corpses of the enemy, some with twisted limbs, others with hideous faces, a testament to the brutality of the battle. Scattered weapons gleamed coldly in the cold moonlight; swords, knives, spears, and halberds lay scattered about, mingling with the blood and dust.

Shi Feiyang slowly looked around, feeling mixed emotions as he saw the tired but safe heroes around him.

A feeling of relief washed over me like a warm current, and I was glad that everyone had escaped the disaster.

He also knew that the road ahead was still long, and the disputes in the martial arts world were like the mountains of the Helan Mountains, one after another, and would not end here.

However, his eyes became more and more determined. For the sake of the people of the world, he would move forward like a fearless warrior, not afraid of any challenge, even if the road ahead was full of thorns and blood.

In this battle, Shi Feiyang keenly discovered several people with extraordinary skills among the more than 1,500 disciples of the Xiongying Society who participated in the battle.

"Round Barrel" was a sturdy figure, its short, stocky frame like a small hill, its legs as thick as the trunks of ancient trees, firmly rooted in the earth. His belly bulged, as if harboring boundless power, and with every step the ground seemed to tremble slightly. His face was round, his cheeks bulging, and his eyes narrowed into slits when he smiled, but once in battle, they shone with a sharp gleam.

Jiang Huotian, known as "Bamboo Pole," was completely different. He was tall and thin, his frame like a slender bamboo pole, seemingly easily blown over by the wind. His limbs were as slender as bamboo poles, yet possessed astonishing flexibility. His long neck, small head, and bright eyes gave him an air of exceptional agility. His steps were light and swift, as if a gust of wind could carry him anywhere.

Shan Zhi, known as the "Plum Blossom Dart," was born with eagle eyes, as sharp as a hawk's, seemingly able to penetrate every hidden secret. His high, hooked nose, like an eagle's beak, exudes a cold and ruthless aura. His gaze often reveals a shrewdness, as if he can quickly analyze the situation and pinpoint the enemy's weaknesses. The slightly upturned corners of his mouth reveal a hint of confidence and uninhibitedness, as if no challenge in the world is insurmountable for him.

Miao Menlong, the "Master Archer," is tall and sturdy, his frame as imposing as a towering mountain. His broad shoulders seem capable of carrying the world, his arms thick and powerful, his muscles as solid as steel. His chest is so thick that every breath seems to move the air around him. He has a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, his gaze radiating a simple and honest nature. But once he draws his bow and arrow, his focus and sharpness betray his extraordinary archery prowess.

Shi Feiyang secretly admired these individuals, knowing they were all talented individuals with great potential. He promoted them to deputy leaders of the Vanguard Hall, becoming capable assistants to Wu Zhong, the elder of the Xiongying Society and the leader of the Vanguard Hall. He believed that in the future, they would join forces with other heroes, overcome obstacles and create new legends for the sake of justice and the peace of the people.

Ellie took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner turmoil, but her slightly trembling shoulders still unconsciously revealed her excitement.

She walked with brisk steps, almost jogging forward, her steps quick and a little flustered, as if something was chasing her from behind, and as if she couldn't wait to fly to Shi Feiyang immediately.

She held a wet towel tightly in her hands. Her knuckles turned slightly white because she squeezed too hard, and her hands trembled slightly uncontrollably.

When she stood in front of Shi Feiyang, she raised her head slightly and stared into his eyes, her eyes full of concern and tenderness.

She handed the towel to Shi Feiyang, her arm stretched straight, even her fingertips showed caution, and her body unconsciously leaned forward slightly.

Her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, sweet but with a hint of nervousness: "Brother Feiyang, you've worked hard. Wipe your sweat quickly. Are you tired?"

Shi Feiyang took the wet towel with a smile and gently wiped the sweat off his face. A subtle tenderness flashed in his eyes as he softly replied, "It's okay. It's just that this Thirteen Deadly Swords Formation is incredibly powerful. It was a stroke of luck that we were able to break it."

The smile in Ellie's eyes grew more intense, the corners of her mouth turned up high, revealing two playful and cute shallow dimples, and her eyes curved into crescents, sparkling with lively light.

She tilted her head slightly, her hair falling down her cheek, and said playfully, "Brother Feiyang is too modest. The fact that you can break this sword formation is enough to prove that your martial arts have reached the highest level. My master often praises you in front of us sisters, saying that you are a rare master in the martial arts world."

Shi Feiyang smiled faintly and handed the towel back to Yili without saying anything more. A truly strong person never flaunts their achievements, but constantly strives for higher realms.

However, when Shi Feiyang looked sideways, he found Lin Wanqing and Gong Simeng standing there, each holding a wet towel. Their eyes were filled with complex emotions, envy, jealousy, and loss intertwined, as if a bottle of five flavors had been overturned, and the taste in their hearts was indescribable.

Yi Li noticed something was wrong, and her pretty face instantly flushed. The red quickly spread to her ears, just like the gorgeous sunset glow on the horizon, bright and charming. She lowered her head in panic, her chin almost touching her chest, her eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to meet Lin Wanqing and Gong Simeng's gaze. Her fingers twisted the corners of her clothes nervously, leaving deep wrinkles on them. The wet towel in her hand was also crumpled into a ball, making her look disheveled. She turned away in a hurry, leaving only a series of hurried footsteps echoing in the air.

At this moment, Yili's mind was full of Shi Feiyang. She felt shy and embarrassed, but she couldn't help looking forward to the next time she would be alone with him.

This contradictory yet sweet feeling made her love for Shi Feiyang even stronger, just like fine wine that becomes more mellow with time.

After a short rest, everyone set out again on the road to Li Mengxiong's camp.

Their figures appeared particularly firm under the morning light.

After going through untold hardships, Shi Feiyang and others finally escorted the money and grain to their destination, where they were warmly welcomed by the imperial officials and soldiers.

However, the atmosphere in the tent was deadlocked due to a decision.

(End of this chapter)