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

Chapter 142: Mingyu Gong Frozen the Witch, Baisheng Dao Shattered the Phantom Sword
Shi Feiyang stepped into the cave, and the heavy footsteps sounded like heavy hammers, hitting Liu Tingting's heart.

His eyes slowly swept across the cave, finally stopping on Liu Tingting.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang's heart couldn't help but ripple, and the little moments he had spent with Liu Tingting in the past flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope.

He slowly stopped, his eyes a mixture of tenderness and complexity, and he looked at Liu Tingting affectionately, trying to find the answers to all his questions from the depths of her panicked eyes. As a couple, they loved each other deeply, and he really didn't want to take action unless it was absolutely necessary.

The two mythical beasts, Suzaku and White Tiger, instantly calmed down in their ferocious fighting stance the moment they saw Shi Feiyang.

A hint of joy flashed in their eyes, and they retreated behind Shi Feiyang, like loyal guards, quietly guarding their master. Their majestic posture also declared to Liu Tingting that Shi Feiyang was inviolable.

Liu Tingting was filled with fear. She knew that Shi Feiyang's martial arts were unfathomable. She was as insignificant as an ant in front of him, with no chance of winning. Her legs trembled slightly, fearing that Shi Feiyang would, in a rage, mercilessly strike her with his sword.

In a panic, she had an idea and suddenly fell to her knees with a "thump". The dull sound of her knees hitting the ground was particularly clear in the silent cave.

Her eyes were filled with pleading, tears welling up in them. With a trembling voice, she cried out loudly, "Fei Yang, for the sake of our former love as husband and wife, please forgive me! I know very well that I have made an unforgivable mistake. I shouldn't have harbored ill will towards Suzaku and Baihu. I was wrong, so wrong."

Liu Tingting's voice was filled with regret and pain. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her soul. Her tears rolled down like pearls that had broken off the string, dripping onto the cold ground.

She knew very well that her past betrayal and ambition had pushed her to the edge of the cliff.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang is her only lifeline.

In order to survive, in order to continue pursuing the ethereal dream of becoming an immortal, she kowtowed continuously, her forehead hitting the ground with a dull sound, and she muttered to herself, praying that Shi Feiyang would forgive her, give her a chance to reform, and let her return to the right path, even if it was just to look at Shi Feiyang from afar.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were deep and distant, like a bottomless pool, as he gazed at Liu Tingting, who knelt on the ground, looking so humble and helpless. In his heart, a complex and indescribable emotion quietly surged.

The sweet past with Liu Tingting, those heartwarming scenes, like a gentle breeze, stirred his heartstrings, making it difficult for him to give up the love between husband and wife; and the woman in front of him, who was blinded by desire, made him feel emotional.

The once loving couple has now come to this point.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and slightly trembling, as if laden with endless memories and helplessness. "Tingting, although our bond has ended, like fallen petals, never to be reunited, I, for the sake of our former love, have decided to spare your life today. Though you possess only a limited understanding of magic, in the month since we've been married, you've successfully absorbed the supreme bloodline bestowed upon me by the Sunflower Saint. This has undoubtedly greatly enhanced your strength and cultivation. From now on, all you need to do is soak in Liaodong's Tianchi Lake each night, letting its clear springs cleanse your body and soul. At night, sleep peacefully amidst the clouds and mist. Drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, you will attain complete immortality, no longer needing to covet the power of the Vermillion Bird or the White Tiger. If necessary, I will also seek assistance from the immortals. For the sake of our love, I will fully support your attainment. But you must remember to refrain from further evil deeds, or even if you do, I will not tolerate your righteousness."

Shi Feiyang's words showed deep nostalgia for the past, with every word filled with past love; he also had earnest expectations for the future, hoping that Liu Tingting could take this opportunity to reform herself and start a new life.

He was well aware of Liu Tingting's potential and abilities, and also understood her past mistakes. He sincerely hoped that she could walk on the right path and use her own power to benefit the people, rather than continue to sink into the dark abyss of desire.

His heart was full of contradictions. He hoped that Liu Tingting could be redeemed and reborn, but he was also worried that she would lose her way again and let down his painstaking efforts. However, Shi Feiyang finally chose to forgive her and gave her a chance, a precious chance to start over.

He hoped that Liu Tingting could cherish this opportunity, prove her change with practical actions, and use her immortal power to benefit the people of this world. Shi Feiyang's heart was filled with anticipation and worry, but he knew that this was the only thing he could do for Liu Tingting, and also the only thing he could do for himself.

After hearing Shi Feiyang's words, Liu Tingting's eyes flashed with an unconcealable surprise, as if she had seen a ray of light in the dark abyss. She raised her head, her eyes gleaming with hope, that light was like the brightest star in the night sky.

She nodded repeatedly, her movements eager and firm, indicating that she fully agreed with Shi Feiyang's instructions.

Her voice was filled with deep gratitude, but also with a determination that bordered on fanatical.

She said solemnly, "I remember this. I will follow your instructions strictly and will never make the same mistake again. I will cherish this rare opportunity and use the power I gain to pursue higher realms. I will never let your expectations of me down."

In fact, Liu Tingting's desire and persistence for cultivating immortals have never disappeared. Her superficial repentance and obedience are just a temporary measure. Deep in her heart, the obsession with becoming an immortal is like a raging fire, burning more and more vigorously.

Shi Feiyang's gaze, deep as the abyss, gazed at Liu Tingting for a long moment. Past sweetness and present betrayal mingled in his heart, stirring a bittersweet feeling of longing. He opened his mouth slightly, but only a long, heavy sigh escaped, as if venting all the complex emotions swirling within him. He slowly reached out, his movements slow and filled with reluctance. From the worn, slightly rubbed deerskin bag at his waist, he gently lifted a pristine book. The three large characters "Tai Xuan Jing" on the cover shone with the patina of time.

His hands trembled slightly as he handed the Taixuan Sutra to Liu Tingting. His voice was gentle, yet filled with unquestionable expectation and instructions: "Tingting, this Taixuan Sutra contains endless secrets of cultivation. If you practice diligently, you can at least reach the state of being half-human, half-immortal. When you become an immortal, place it on the summit of Mount Everest. When our son grows up, have him climb Mount Everest and retrieve the book himself. I don't hope he becomes an immortal, I only hope he can comprehend the profound meaning of the sutra and achieve success in his cultivation."

Shi Feiyang's words echoed in the cave, each word carrying his hopes for the future and his final tenderness for Liu Tingting. Afterward, Shi Feiyang looked at Liu Tingting deeply, his gaze filled with attachment, reluctance, and helplessness, as if he wanted to imprint this woman he once loved deeply in his heart for the last time.

He said no more, turned around slowly, his steps as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Suzaku and Baihu followed behind him, quietly and loyally, as if they could sense the sadness in their master's heart.

Seeing this, Liu Tingting's heart tightened and tears welled up in her eyes. She cried out, "Fei Yang, won't you let me go back to you? What if I have your child?" This cry was filled with endless sorrow and pleading, and it kept echoing in the cave.

Shi Feiyang paused, but did not stop.

His lips moved slightly, but in the end no sound came out.

He felt mixed emotions. From the time they first met to the betrayal he had suffered today, Liu Tingting had schemed against him too many times.

Every injury was like a sharp knife, leaving scars on his heart, which is now riddled with holes.

He was afraid that Liu Tingting would have another plan, and at that time, he was not sure if he could still be so soft-hearted. If he really had to face it, how could he bear to hold the knife and chop the neck of the person he once loved deeply.

Outside the cave, the cold wind was still biting and cutting Shi Feiyang's face like a knife.

But he took a deep breath, and that breath seemed to carry the freshness and freedom unique to the mountains and forests, which slightly relieved the depression in his heart.

He knew that he had finally unloaded this heavy burden. Although the process was full of pain, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief at this moment.

Shi Feiyang took Suzaku and Baihu and took firm steps towards the unknown future.

Although he still felt reluctant, he understood that this was for his own future and to prevent himself from being hurt again.

He wants to find the free and carefree self again in his new journey.

In the distant Western Regions, there is a mysterious organization hidden, like a giant beast lurking in the dark abyss.

It has long been entrenched in the Black Wind Valley deep in the desert. The valley is filled with wind and sand all year round and the terrain is dangerous, making this organization secretive and powerful, as if it is completely isolated from the noise of the outside world.

However, Zhong Renwang's sinister eyes and Xie Zhichuan's twisted heart, like two evil seeds, quietly took root and sprouted in this darkness.

Zhong Renwang harbored sinister intentions, a sinister look etched in his bones. He would do anything to achieve his goals, his cunning eyes constantly flickering with calculation. Meanwhile, Xie Zhichuan's mind had long been twisted beyond recognition. His rapacious desire for power and wealth was like an insatiable black hole, devouring his remaining conscience.

Under their instigation and the temptation of huge sums of money, this originally silent organization finally decided to break the peace, and a bloody storm began.

They rode ferocious black wind beasts, enormous in size, emitting a dark, foul aura, their every roar shaking the earth. Driven by Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan, the villains crossed the vast desert and headed towards the Central Plains, their goal being Mount Heng.

On top of Mount Heng, Master Chixia and her disciples, nuns Yili, Liaoran, Ruoran and others, were on high alert.

Nun Chixia is a skilled martial artist. Years of practice have allowed her to master the "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique" to perfection.

Her gaze was firm and her expression was solemn, like a towering mountain, unshakable.

A fierce battle was about to break out. Under the command of Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan, the villains of the Black Wind Valley rushed towards the disciples of Master Chixia with bared fangs and claws like a group of hungry wolves.

Their eyes were filled with greed and ferocity, the weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, and every movement carried a deadly threat.

These evil bandits take money from people and treat human life as worthless. They take people's lives without any bottom line, showing their shamelessness and meanness.

Upon seeing this, Nun Chixia gave a delicate cry, swung the sword in her hand, and performed the "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique".

The sword light flickered like a dream, and each sword carried a biting chill, heading straight for the enemy's vital points.

She is light and graceful, like a fairy in the clouds, moving freely among the villains. Her swordsmanship is fast and accurate, making it difficult for the enemy to defend themselves.

The disciples of Hengshan School followed closely behind. Although they were young, under the careful teaching of Master Chixia, their swordsmanship was also quite good. They worked closely with their master to form an indestructible line of defense.

Yi Li, once hailed as the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, now wore a simple gray robe, yet her peerless elegance could not be concealed. She clutched a green sword, her eyes firm and resolute, revealing her unyielding will.

When she began to perform the legendary "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique", her posture appeared extremely skillful, and every movement was full of grace and power.

She just gently waved the tip of her sword, and in an instant, mist rose in the air, covering her graceful figure in a mysterious cloud. In a blink of an eye, she had merged with the cloud.

As the sword light flickered, thin sword shadows intertwined in the air, like elves in the clouds, light and agile, dazzling.

Her swordsmanship flowed like clouds and water, each stroke imbued with endless poetry and artistic conception. Within this mist, Ellie transformed into an inviolable goddess. She was gifted with extraordinary powers, her strikes swift as lightning, her sword wielded with the wind.

Her swordsmanship imbued her with an unparalleled murderous aura. Every swing of her sword was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, ruthlessly reaping the lives of her enemies. With one thrust, a Black Wind Valley villain felled; with a single sweep, a villain was severed in half. Her swordsmanship surpassed her master, inheriting the exquisiteness of Master Chixia's swordsmanship while infusing it with her own unique sharpness and ruthlessness.

The surrounding air was drawn by this sharp sword intent, forming a series of beautiful yet thrilling sword dance paintings.

A moment later, Ellie's gray clothes were dyed red by the blood of the enemy, like a sad and beautiful red flower blooming on the battlefield.

At the same time, the monks of the Hanging Temple not far away, led by Master Wukong, picked up their copper sticks and rushed to the battlefield without hesitation. Their eyes were full of justice and fearlessness, trying to break the enemy's defenses with their own strength.

However, the villains of the Black Wind Valley, riding on the Black Wind Beast, took advantage of the situation and launched a brutal and ruthless massacre against the monks of the Hanging Temple.

The roar of the Black Wind Beast, the shouts of the monks, and the clash of weapons intertwined together, making the fierce battle even bloodier and more difficult. Hengshan seemed to have fallen into a purgatory on earth.

"Archer" Miao Menlong and "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhiru were like two meteors streaking across the sky, rushing to the battlefield to support Master Chixia.

As soon as they appeared, they injected a new vitality full of hope into Master Chixia's team.

Miao Menlong bent his bow and drew his arrow in one smooth movement. He pulled the bow into the shape of a full moon. With a crisp "bang", the sharp arrow shot out like an arrow from a bowstring, accompanied by a sharp wind. Each arrow was accurate and precise, just like a deadly meteor in the dark night, piercing the enemy's vital points.

The arrowhead pierced through the air, making a sharp "whoosh" sound. Before the villains of the Black Wind Valley could react, they were shot and fell to the ground.

In an instant, screams were heard one after another, frightening the other villains.

Shan Zhize was hiding on one side of the battlefield, his figure was ghostly.

The plum blossom darts in his hand flashed coldly under the refraction of the sunlight. He shook his wrist lightly, and "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" the plum blossom darts flew towards the enemy like a swarm of bees leaving their nest.

The darts cut through the air, making a slight "rustling" sound. Each dart carried a fatal force. Wherever the dart drew blood, it would kill.

The villain who was hit first showed an expression of disbelief, then covered his wound and slowly fell down. Shan Zhi's move added a bit of murderous atmosphere to the bloody battlefield.

The two of them stood side by side with Master Chixia, one attacking from a distance, the other launching a surprise attack, cooperating with each other in perfect harmony.

In an instant, the offensive of the villains in Black Wind Valley was slightly hindered.

However, the enemy bandits were like an endless tide, seemingly endless. As one group fell, another group rushed fiercely from all directions, shouting terrifying cries and waving weapons, rushing towards Master Chixia again.

Seeing this, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen knew that the situation was critical, so he no longer hesitated and used the "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke Skill".

His figure was like a nimble swallow, shuttling through the dense forest. Every step he took was on branches and leaves, but he made almost no sound. There was only the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves, as if covering his movements.

His lightness skills have already reached perfection, and even the most vigilant enemies find it difficult to detect his whereabouts.

At this moment, Xie Wen knew in his heart that this piece of information was of vital importance and concerned the direction of the entire battle, so he did not dare to slack off at all. He quickened his pace and ran towards where Shi Feiyang was.

Xie Wen quickly passed the message to Shi Feiyang.

When Shi Feiyang heard this, his eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle. He made a prompt decision, carried the Vermillion Bird on his shoulders and the White Tiger on his back, and displayed his peerless lightness skill of "Traveling Thousand Miles Without Stopping". In an instant, his figure was like a black lightning, cutting through the sky at lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye he arrived at the foot of Hengshan Mountain.

His figure was as fast as a ghost, leaving only a trail of blurry afterimages wherever he passed, and only the sound of the whistling wind in his ears.

As soon as he arrived at the foot of the mountain, Shi Feiyang carefully put the injured disciples of the Xiongying Society - "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong, "Double-edged Knife" Xiao Lingling, "Round Barrel" Lu De De, "Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian, Gong Simeng and others - into the deerskin bag on his waist that was invisible to mortals. His movements were gentle, as if he was treating rare treasures, for fear of hurting them.

Then, Shi Feiyang gently put down Suzaku and White Tiger. The moment they landed, they perked up, their eyes gleaming with a fiery fighting spirit, like two unsheathed blades, confronting the Black Wind Beast.

The Vermilion Bird held its head high, with the feathers on its neck standing upright like a blazing fire, emitting a fiery and majestic aura. It looked up to the sky and let out a loud cry, "Ao——", the sound pierced the sky, like the ringing of a huge bell, shaking the surrounding air.

The white tiger, like a flash of white lightning, sprinted across the ground. The muscles of its hind legs bulged with power, and with a single kick, the force was like a cannonball launching, with a muffled "bang," it lunged straight at the black wind beast. From its mouth, a deafening roar erupted, "Roar!" The tiger's roar echoed like thunder through the valley, shaking the earth.

When the Black Wind Beasts heard the roar, some of the smaller ones were so frightened that they trembled and their steps became unsteady.

A massive black wind beast took the lead, spewing a cloud of black, foul air from its mouth. Like a surging wave, it whistled and swooped down towards Suzaku. Suzaku, seeing this, flashed a flicker of disdain in his eyes. He didn't take the blow head-on, but deftly dove sideways in mid-air, his figure as light as a feather drifting in the wind, skillfully avoiding the foul air.

At the same time, it made a sharp cry, "Squeak--", as if sending a signal to the white tiger.

The White Tiger understood what he meant, and when the Black Wind Beast exposed a flaw in its attack on the Vermillion Bird, it suddenly stood up on its hind legs, and swung its two front paws in the air with a tremendous force, making a "whoosh" sound of breaking through the wind, like two sharp axes, grabbing the Black Wind Beast's neck fiercely.

The Black Wind Beast was unable to react in time. With a "puff" sound, it was hit by the White Tiger's claw. The skin on its neck was immediately torn and blood spurted out like a fountain. The Black Wind Beast roared in pain, "Awoo——", and the sound was full of pain and fear.

It tried to struggle, but was held tightly by the white tiger and could not move.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Suzaku swooped down, its huge claws like a pair of hot iron hooks, drawing a fiery trajectory in the air, accompanied by a "whoosh" of hot wind, and flew straight to the back of the Black Wind Beast.

The claws pierced deeply into the flesh of the Black Wind Beast, and with a "hiss", it tore off a large piece of flesh and blood with a sudden rip.

The Black Wind Beast was mad with pain. It twisted its body desperately and let out miserable cries, trying to escape the siege of Suzaku and White Tiger.

However, Suzaku and White Tiger cooperated seamlessly, like a pair of dancers in perfect sync.

The Suzaku flapped its wings, stirring up a whirring blast of hot air that disrupted the Black Wind Beast's vision. The White Tiger took the opportunity to use its sharp claws and fangs to repeatedly attack the Black Wind Beast's vital points. Under their combined attack, one Black Wind Beast after another fell.

Some of the Black Wind Beasts were burned by the Suzaku's flames, with raging flames on their fur, crackling and burning. They rolled on the ground in pain, screaming; others had their throats bitten off by the White Tiger, suffocated and died, falling to the ground motionless.

Those Black Wind Beasts that survived the disaster were filled with fear when they witnessed the tragic end of their companions.

There was only fear in their originally ferocious eyes. They let out mournful "woohoo" sounds and fled into the depths of the valley.

How could Suzaku and White Tiger let it go so easily? They pursued it in victory.

The Vermilion Bird flapped its wings in the air and flew quickly, its wings making a "fluttering" sound, and from time to time it sprayed flames at the fleeing Black Wind Beasts. With a "whoosh", the flames pounced on the Black Wind Beasts like a fire dragon; the White Tiger ran on the ground, its four hooves making a "clacking" sound, and knocked down the slower Black Wind Beasts one by one.

Soon, all that was left around were the corpse of the Black Wind Beast and its fleeing figure.

Suzaku and Baihu stood there majestically, their bodies stained with the blood of their enemies, but this did not diminish their dignity in the slightest.

Shi Feiyang came like a stream of black light, carrying a fierce momentum.

His right hand stretched out like lightning, and with a crisp "clang" sound, the Burmese knife was unsheathed. The blade flashed with a cold light, just like a pool of autumn water that was chilling to the bone marrow, emitting a captivating sharpness.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, and the energy sank into his dantian. The energy around his body instantly became restrained, and he immediately activated the eighth level of Mingyu Gong - "Supreme Forgetfulness".

In an instant, a bone-chilling aura, as if coming from the Nine Nether Hell, spread out from him like a surging tsunami.

The surrounding air was like it had encountered an extremely cold storm, quickly condensing into countless tiny, sharp ice crystals that fell down one after another, flashing a cold light in the dim light.

On the ground, a thick layer of frost spread rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The ice was crystal clear yet emitted a deadly chill.

Wherever the ice went, the grass and trees were instantly frozen, making a crisp "crackling" sound, as if the fragile life was being ruthlessly crushed by this coldness.

At this moment, several leaders of the Black Wind Valley also appeared.

The leader is "Black Wind Ghost" Mo Jiuyou, who comes from the mysterious Black Wind Sect.

He was wearing a black robe, which seemed to have absorbed all the darkness in the world. It fluttered gently in the breeze without making a sound.

Mo Jiuyou had a hunched body, like a dormant old crow, with a gloomy face and a cold light flashing in his deep eye sockets.

He held a pitch-black cane in his hand, and on the top of the cane was embedded a skull that emitted a faint glow. The skull seemed to have life, wriggling faintly in the darkness.

Mo Jiuyou was muttering something in a low and hoarse voice, as if it came from the depths of hell.

He cast the "Black Wind Soul-Eating Curse", and a black smoke gushed out from the crutch. The smoke was as thick as ink, rolling and roaring, and faintly from the smoke came the shrill sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling, "whimpering", as if countless wronged souls were struggling.

The black smoke swept towards Shi Feiyang. Wherever it went, the air seemed to be torn by invisible giant hands, making a "sizzling" corrosion sound and emitting a pungent stench that was nauseating.

Following closely behind is the "Poison Heart Witch" Hua Meiniang, who comes from the Wandu Sect.

She has a graceful figure, and every step is as light as a flower swaying in the wind, yet she exudes a fatal temptation.

Hua Meiniang has a delicate face, skin whiter than snow, and eyes like peach blossoms in spring, full of affection yet harboring murderous intent.

She danced with her hands and performed a move called "Ten Thousand Poisons". Countless colorful little snakes jumped out from her sleeves.

These small snakes spit out bright red tongues, which flashed with strange light and hissed. The snakes crawled towards Shi Feiyang at an extremely fast speed. Wherever they passed, the ground was instantly corroded into pits, leaving behind green poisonous marks and emitting a terrifying toxic gas.

"Phantom Sword Demon" Xiao Yichen, from the Phantom Sword Sect.

His figure was elusive, like a ghost, leaving a series of blurry afterimages in the air.

The long sword in his hand flashed with a strange purple light, which seemed to come from a mysterious other world and was full of endless danger.

Xiao Yichen used the "Phantom Killing Sword" and his figure instantly turned into countless phantoms, "swish swish swish", attacking Shi Feiyang from all directions.

Sword shadows flashed, dazzling the eyes. Each sword shadow carried a deadly threat, slicing through the air with a hissing sound, like countless venomous snakes spitting out their tongues. Facing the three people's strange and demonic attacks, Shi Feiyang remained calm, his eyes gleaming with determination.

He displayed the Victory Sword Technique and performed the move "Pine Welcoming Guests". The Burmese sword in his hand was like a nimble dragon, waving quickly in the air.

The knife flashed, just like the autumn wind sweeping through the fallen leaves, with a fierce momentum, making a "whoosh" sound, dispersing all the black smoke of the "Black Wind Ghost Old Man".

The black smoke collided with the knife light, making a "sizzling" sound, and instantly dissipated in the air, turning into nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang performed another move called "Golden Dragon Claw". His body suddenly turned, and his speed was so fast that people could only see a shadow.

The Burmese knife spun rapidly in his hand, forming a silver light curtain that flashed with cold light and made a buzzing sound.

Wherever the light curtain passed, the colorful little snakes released by the "Poison Heart Witch" were cut off one after another. After being cut off, the little snakes turned into pools of green poisonous water, gurgling with bubbles and emitting a pungent smell.

Seeing this, "Phantom Sword Demon" Xiao Yichen's attack became more fierce, and countless phantom sword shadows stabbed towards Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed, like a cold lightning in the cold night, and he used the "Heaven and Earth Live Together" move from the Baisheng Sword Technique.

His figure rushed towards Xiao Yichen like a meteor, so fast that the air was torn apart, making a whistling sound.

The Burmese knife carried a tremendous force, like a silver lightning, striking down.

The knife was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning across the night sky, instantly shattering all of Xiao Yichen's illusions and hitting his sword.

There was a loud "clang" sound, like the ringing of a huge bell, which made the surrounding air tremble and the dust on the ground fly up.

The long sword in Xiao Yichen's hand almost slipped out of his hand. His face turned pale as paper, his lips trembled, and he took several steps back.

Each of his steps left a deep footprint on the ground. Shi Feiyang took advantage of the victory and pursued them. The cold energy of Mingyu Gong emanated from his body, like a surging glacier, rushing towards the "Black Wind Ghost Old Man" and the "Poison Heart Witch".

Wherever the cold air went, the black smoke was instantly frozen and turned into pieces of black ice chips, which fell with a "crackling" sound; the colorful little snakes were also frozen into ice sculptures, which shattered with a "crackling" sound and fell one after another.

The expressions of the Black Wind Ghost Old Man and the Poison Heart Witch changed drastically, their eyes filled with terror. They had never witnessed such a powerful chill. This chill not only froze their spells, but also pierced their acupuncture points like countless tiny ice needles, causing their bodies to instantly numb and their movements to slow.

Shi Feiyang, wielding a Burmese knife, moved between the three men like a ghost. Every strike was fierce and powerful, the flash of the blade trembling with fear. His movements were smooth and seamless, and the speed was so fast that it was hard to keep up.

He dashed in front of the Black Wind Ghost Old Man and unleashed the "Blade Flash Shadow" technique from his Hundred Victories Sword Technique. The Burmese sword slashed through the air with a series of dazzling flashes, and instantly, "Shua, shua, shua," left several bloody marks on the Black Wind Ghost Old Man's body. The Black Wind Ghost Old Man screamed in agony, a sound that was shrill and desperate, and fell to the ground, breathless. Seeing this, the Poison Heart Witch turned pale and fled.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly when he saw the "Poison Heart Witch" turning around and trying to escape.

The cold snort seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying with it a bone-chilling chill and determination.

His figure was as fast as lightning, and he instantly turned into a black afterimage, chasing after the "Poison Heart Witch" like a ghost.

As he moved, the cold energy of Mingyu Gong surged out from his body. Wherever it went, the air instantly condensed into icy mist. A thick layer of frost quickly formed on the ground, and the ice layer spread at an extremely fast speed, making a crisp "cracking" sound.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Feiyang caught up with the "Poison Heart Witch".

The coldness around him was like a surging tide, completely enveloping the "Poison Heart Witch".

The cold air madly corroded the body of the "Poison Heart Witch". She felt a chill rising from deep in her bones, and her limbs were instantly frozen. Her body was so stiff that she couldn't move at all.

In just a few breaths, the "Poison Heart Witch" was completely frozen into a crystal clear ice sculpture.

The terrified expression was forever fixed on her face, as if telling of her fear of death.

At this moment, "Phantom Sword Demon" Xiao Yichen used up his last bit of strength and cast the "Phantom Chain Sword".

In an instant, countless sword shadows enveloped Shi Feiyang from all directions. The sword shadows flashed like a group of ghosts with bared fangs and claws, cutting through the air with a hissing sound, as if they wanted to cut Shi Feiyang into pieces.

Shi Feiyang's eyes instantly sharpened like an eagle upon seeing this. He took a deep breath, channeling all his strength into his Burmese sword, and unleashed the ultimate move of the Hundred Victories Sword Technique, "Ten Thousand Blades Returning to One." In his hand, the Burmese sword shone brightly, gathering all his life's strength into a dazzling blade beam. The blade's light was as dazzling as the blazing sun, emitting a chilling aura.

The blade whistled and slashed forward, making a buzzing sound, and instantly collided with countless sword shadows.

There was a burst of intense "crackling" sounds, like firecrackers, and the sword shadows shattered under the impact of the blade light, turning into nothingness. The blade light was unstoppable and directly pierced Xiao Yichen's chest.

Xiao Yichen widened his eyes, his eyes full of disbelief.

He never imagined that the "Phantom Chain Sword" he used all his strength to attack would be so vulnerable.

In his final moments, he saw his nose, mouth, neck, chest, and abdomen covered in cuts. Blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto the cold ground. His body, shattered into thirty-six pieces by the immense force of the blow, scattered across the ground in a horrific scene.

At this point, all the leaders of the Black Wind Valley were killed by Shi Feiyang.

The cold wind was still biting, ripping through Shi Feiyang's blood-stained clothes like a knife, making them rustle like a tragic melody of victory for this thrilling battle. A bleak, murderous atmosphere permeated the surrounding area beside the Hanging Temple on Hengshan Mountain.

Countless corpses were lying on the ground, their blood dyed the earth red, and gradually condensed into dark red ice chips in the cold air.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and a biting chill, which made people shudder.

In a dark corner not far away, two despicable villains, Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan, were hiding in the dark and watching the fierce battle.

Their faces were filled with sadness and loneliness of failure, and their eyes showed endless unwillingness.

Thinking of the countless treasures they had donated to the Black Wind Valley, which now ended up like this, they felt heartbroken.

They wanted to cry and shout, but they dared not make any sound, for fear of alarming Shi Feiyang and being killed by him.

They could only watch Shi Feiyang standing in the center of the battlefield like a god of war, while their own conspiracy completely failed. They could only silently endure the bitterness of failure in this dark corner.

　In the book "Starting Out to Obtain the Divine Light Power," Liu Tingting loves the male protagonist, Shi Tianyu, the most. Can anyone guess what their relationship is? Is it mother and son? Shi Tianyu climbs Mount Everest, over 8800 meters high, to retrieve the "Tai Xuan Jing," a thrilling and captivating story.

　　
　
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