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

Chapter 145: Shi Feiyang advocates resistance against the Japanese invaders, and his passion forges a bond between mountains and rivers

Cai Kun tried to pull back the long stick, but it felt like it was stuck in a quagmire and couldn't move.

Shi Feiyang suddenly exerted force, and with a "crack", Cai Kun's long stick was cut off, and the broken stick fell into the lake with a "plop".

Xiang Laixiang took advantage of the stalemate between Shi Feiyang and Cai Kun, raised his long sword and chopped it towards Shi Feiyang's head.

Shi Feiyang's eyes focused, and he quickly raised the Burmese knife in his hand, successfully blocking the fatal blow.

The two men were in a stalemate, and raindrops slid down the blade, splashing water.

Shi Feiyang suddenly exerted force, knocking Xiang Laixiang back several steps. Xiang Laixiang stumbled and almost fell onto the pleasure boat.

Amidst the fierce fighting, the pleasure boat rocked violently in the wind and rain, its hull colliding with the lake water, making a creaking sound. Rainwater and blood mixed together, flowing through the cracks in the boat's planks and into the lake.

Although Lu Yuan, Cai Kun and Xiang Laixiang launched a fierce attack, Shi Feiyang always had the upper hand thanks to the chilling effect of Mingyu Gong and the superb Baisheng swordsmanship, making the siege of the three people repeatedly ineffective.

The rain gradually stopped, and Taihu Lake on a spring night looked like a fresh ink painting after the rain.

The surface of the lake was covered with a thin layer of water vapor, as ethereal as a veil, and shimmering silvery light under the moonlight.

The mountains in the distance appear and disappear in the mist, as if stained with ink, hazy and mysterious. The weeping willows on the shore, washed by the rain, are even more lush and green. Their slender branches sway gently in the breeze, as if whispering to the lake.

The air is filled with the fragrance of soil and the scent of flowers and plants, interweaving to create the unique breath of spring.

In the dim light of this spring night, Lu Yuan's face became increasingly gloomy.

As one of the three great masters in the capital, he cooperated fully with the two masters Cai Kun and Xiang Laixiang, but was repeatedly defeated by Shi Feiyang.

Every time they clashed, he could deeply feel Shi Feiyang's unfathomable martial arts. Although his "Ice Palm" was sharp, it was always cleverly neutralized by Shi Feiyang. And Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong's chilling power and Baisheng Sword Technique made him unable to defend himself.

Lu Yuan secretly sighed in his heart that Shi Feiyang's martial arts skills were rare in today's martial arts world.

Recalling the month he led his troops to Suzhou Prefecture, he conducted open and secret investigations and thought he could thoroughly understand Shi Feiyang's background, but what he finally discovered was the scene of Shi Feiyang leisurely tasting wine with a centenarian. This made him feel that Shi Feiyang was extremely talented and intelligent, and compared with him, he was like a dwarf compared to a giant.

At this moment, Lu Yuan felt discouraged and lost the will to fight again.

He seized an opening and suddenly shouted, "Retreat!" The sound echoed across Taihu Lake on this spring night. Cai Kun and Xiang Laixiang heard it, and although they felt unwilling to give up, they also knew that continuing to fight would not bring them any benefits.

The three of them flashed and jumped ashore like night birds, then used their lightness skills to fly away like three black lightning bolts.

As Lü Yuan and the others departed, the tense and oppressive atmosphere instantly dissipated. Nearby boats, jostling for position on the lake, sped towards them like arrows. "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong, a burly figure, leaped first onto the pleasure boat, causing it to sway slightly under his impact.

Following closely behind was Xiao Lingling, known as the "Double-Headed Blade." Her graceful figure, like a dancing butterfly, landed gracefully on the pleasure boat. Xiang Kun, known as the "Iron Flute Scholar," arrived gracefully, his toes lightly tapping the side of the boat as he held an iron flute in hand.

The "water dragon" Jin Liufu jumped out of the water like a nimble fish and landed steadily on the deck of the pleasure boat.

As soon as everyone boarded the pleasure boat, they gathered around Shi Feiyang, their eyes filled with admiration and praise. Wu Zhong extended his thick palm, gave a thumbs-up, and exclaimed, "Chief, you are truly both wise and brave! Three thousand Jinyi Guards came charging in, yet you easily repelled them without even a scratch on a hair of our Xiongying Society disciples. This skill is unparalleled!"

Xiao Lingling also agreed with a smile: "Yes, Chief, you fought brilliantly this time. Let those court lackeys know that our Xiongying Society is not to be trifled with!"

Xiang Kun gently stroked the iron flute and nodded slightly. "The leader's wisdom is unparalleled; his courage is unmatched. He is truly a role model for us." Jin Liufu nodded beside him, his face filled with excitement. "With the leader here, our Xiongying Society will surely carve out a greater niche in the martial arts world!"

Shi Feiyang looked around at his brothers. Each of them had a resolute gaze, their expressions filled with devotion and trust in him. A gratified smile slowly spread across Shi Feiyang's face, a smile as warm and powerful as the spring sun.

His gaze passed over the crowd and looked towards the distant Taihu Lake shrouded in the spring night.

At this moment, the lake shimmers under the moonlight and starlight, like countless tiny silver flakes scattered on silk. The mountains in the distance roll and blend with the lake, forming a magnificent painting.

However, Shi Feiyang knew very well that behind this peaceful and beautiful spring night, the world and the martial arts world were facing numerous crises.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, stood sideways, and said solemnly and firmly, "Brothers and sisters, the world is in turmoil. Under the leadership of Toyotomi Hideyoshi, the Japanese pirates ended their long-standing division and completed the great cause of unification. However, Toyotomi Hideyoshi's ambition was extremely inflated. Like a greedy wolf, he attempted to conquer neighboring countries and build a vast empire.

The previous autumn, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, under a single order, dispatched Kato Kiyomasa and Konishi Yukinaga, leading an army of over 100,000 men and hundreds of warships, from Tsushima Island to brazenly invade Korea. The Korean army, unprepared for the sudden attack by the Japanese pirates, collapsed. After landing, the pirates advanced northward as if uninhabited, capturing the Korean capital, Seoul, in just a month, and subsequently occupying Kaesong and Pyongyang.

Seven of Korea's eight provinces fell, and King Yi Sun fled all the way to Uiju on the Yalu River. Desperate, he urgently requested aid from the Ming Dynasty, his suzerain. The imperial court, perceiving the pirates' ulterior motives and understanding the principle of "the lips and the teeth are cold," quickly agreed to send troops to aid Korea.

Initially, the Ming dynasty dispatched Zu Chengxun, Deputy Commander-in-Chief of Liaodong, to lead over 2,000 Ming troops across the Yalu River on a long assault on Pyongyang. However, due to intelligence errors, Zu Chengxun believed there were only a thousand or so Japanese pirates within the city, but he failed to anticipate the far greater force. Coupled with heavy rain overnight, which rendered the Ming army's firearms ineffective, this hasty attack ultimately failed. Guerrilla Shi Ru was killed in action, and Zu Chengxun escaped with his life. As children of the Jianghu, though we live among the common people, we harbor a deep concern for the world.

In our previous campaign to aid Ningxia, we worked together and contributed to our country. Now, facing the Korean War, we must step forward with the same passion and determination we demonstrated in aiding Ningxia. Brothers and sisters, immediately prepare some wagons and load them with stones. Tomorrow morning, we will set out north to support the imperial army in retaking Yizhou in Liaodong, safeguarding the peace of our homeland and saving the people of the world!

Shi Feiyang's words were powerful and echoed on the shores of Taihu Lake on this spring night, like the ringing of a huge bell, awakening the deaf.

"Yes!" the heroes shouted in unison, their voices resounding through the sky. They clasped their fists, bowed their heads, and responded to the command. Then they quickly took action, their eyes filled with determination and resoluteness, ready to rush to the battlefield.

Master Yuanchi stood aside, quietly observing his beloved disciple, Shi Feiyang. A gratified smile graced his weathered face, his eyes filled with admiration and pride. He spoke slowly, his voice calm yet powerful: "Feiyang, you truly have a strong sense of patriotism. Well done. Well, I will now travel the world, but I hope you return victorious."

After saying this, Master Yuanchi disappeared in a flash like a breeze, drifting away and soon disappearing in the moonlight of this spring night.

Shi Feiyang looked up at the night sky, which was dotted with stars, as if countless pairs of eyes were silently witnessing the joys and sorrows of the world.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and set out on his way home alone. The road on the outskirts of the city was slightly muddy after the rain, but Shi Feiyang seemed not to notice and walked with a firm step.

When he arrived at the outskirts of the city, he jumped lightly and instantly displayed the peerless lightness skill of "Thousand Miles Without Stopping". The whole person was like a black lightning, heading straight for the huge stone palace in the city.

At the same time, inside the Shi Mansion, Gong Simeng was sitting quietly in the courtyard, patiently waiting for Shi Feiyang's return.

With Shi Feiyang's careful care and unremitting efforts, Gong Simeng's belly has become slightly bulging, heralding the arrival of a new life.

Gong Simeng's position in the Shi Mansion is becoming increasingly stable. Now she always has a smile on her face and is in a good mood.

Pregnancy did not make her look painful and haggard, but instead added a bit of gentleness and beauty to her. She exuded the radiance of motherhood and became even more charming.

When Shi Feiyang returned to the mansion, a gentle smile appeared on his face the moment he saw Gong Simeng.

He quickly walked to Gong Simeng, gently held her hand, his eyes full of love and concern.

On this quiet spring night, the Shi Mansion was filled with peace and tranquility. However, Shi Feiyang's heart was still concerned about the people of the world and he was thinking about the upcoming war to aid Korea.

He asked softly, "Si Meng, how do you feel today? Are you feeling unwell?" Gong Simeng shook her head gently, with a happy light in her eyes, and said softly, "Fei Yang, I'm fine, you don't need to worry too much."

Shi Feiyang felt a little relieved upon hearing this, but he couldn't help but sigh. He knew that he would be on the front lines in the upcoming Korean War and wouldn't be able to be with Gong Simeng all the time. He could only keep this worry to himself.

Gong Simeng seemed to see what Shi Feiyang was thinking. She gently held Shi Feiyang's hand and whispered, "Feiyang, I know what you are worried about. But I am the mistress of the Shi Mansion. I will take good care of myself and our children. You can go to the front line without worry. The children and I will wait for you to come back."

Shi Feiyang felt a surge of warmth in his heart when he heard this. He held Gong Simeng's hand tightly and said firmly, "Simeng, I will definitely return safely. For you and the child, and for the people of this land, I will do my best to protect our homeland."

On this quiet spring night, the stone house is filled with love and hope.

Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng snuggled up to each other, looking forward to a better future together.

The night was as dark as ink, hanging heavy over the Divine Sword Villa on the outskirts of Kaifeng Prefecture. After Zhong Renwang learned that Lü Yuan's operation had failed, he paced back and forth in the villa's meeting room, a sinister glint flashing in his triangular eyes as he hatched a new, sinister plan.

"Ding Hong, you must immediately contact the leaders and masters of all the major gangs and sects in the Central Plains. Be sure to set up an ambush on Shi Feiyang's way to Liaodong when he is transporting money and grain. You must stop him!" Zhong Renwang said viciously, his voice sounding as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.

Ding Hong's face was full of hatred. Thinking of his son Ding Peng's tragic death at the hands of Shi Feiyang, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, Brother Zhong, I'll do it right away. I will make Shi Feiyang pay for his blood debt with blood!" After that, he hurried away.

Zhong Renwang turned to look at Xie Zhichuan and sneered, "Nephew Xie, we can't sit idle either. Since Shi Feiyang is not in Suzhou Prefecture, let's cut off the source of the trouble. Sneak into Shi's mansion at night and capture his beloved wife Gong Simeng. When the time comes, even Shi Feiyang will be forced to surrender." Xie Zhichuan's originally distorted face showed a ferocious smile, and he nodded, "Okay, Brother Zhong, this is a brilliant plan. Let's set off now!"

So, Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan led the thirteen deadly sword masters of the Divine Sword Villa and galloped towards Suzhou Prefecture in Jiangnan.

In mid-spring, willow catkins dance gently in the wind in Suzhou, like flakes of pure white snowflakes, adding a touch of poetry to this Jiangnan water town. Peach blossoms bloom, their delicate pink petals clustered together, emitting a delicate fragrance that attracts bees and butterflies to dart among the blossoms.

The lake water ripples, reflecting the blue sky, white clouds and weeping willows on both sides. Occasionally, a few water birds fly over the water, stirring up circles of ripples.

There are shops lining both sides of the street, and it is very bustling.

The hawkers' calls echoed one after another, selling a wide variety of goods, from exquisite Suzhou embroidery to sweet cakes, all of which were dazzling. Passersby either hurried by or stopped to admire the sight, their faces filled with love and longing for life.

The mountains in the distance are layered and lush, blending with the beautiful scenery of this Jiangnan water town to form a moving picture.

In mid-spring, Suzhou Prefecture is like a beautiful painting that slowly unfolds, exuding vigorous vitality everywhere.

A huge stone palace is located in it, with a deep courtyard, scattered rockery and gurgling water.

The moonlight is like water, sprinkling on the pavilions and towers, giving them a layer of silver glow.

The flowers and plants in the courtyard sway gently in the breeze, exuding bursts of fragrance, as if telling the tenderness of spring. However, beneath this peaceful and beautiful appearance, a thrilling battle is about to begin.

Previously, the Xiongying Society had meticulously orchestrated a plan to lure the enemy in order to aid Korea against the Japanese invaders. "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun, "Archer" Miao Menlong, "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi, "Round Barrel" Lu Dedao, "Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian, "Centipede" Gongsun Ren, and "Green-Faced Beast" Yang Feng led their troops on a cavalry transporting what appeared to be "money and food," but in reality, they were trying to lure the enemy into an ambush and annihilate them.

The real money and food were safely placed in the deerskin bag on Shi Feiyang's waist that was invisible to mortals. This clever arrangement demonstrated Shi Feiyang's extraordinary wisdom.

In the huge stone mansion of Suzhou Prefecture, Shi Feiyang had already known the conspiracy of Zhong Renwang and others.

He stood tall and straight in the courtyard, his gaze as firm as a torch, and said to "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong and "Double-Edged Blade" Xiao Lingling beside him: "Brothers, Zhong Renwang and his gang of evil-minded people are about to fall into our trap. We just need to act according to the plan and wait for them to come to us. This time, we must make sure they never return and eliminate this scourge for the world!" His voice was low and powerful, like thunder in the night sky, full of reassuring power.

When Wu Zhong heard this, he immediately rubbed his hands together, his face full of excitement, and shouted: "Chief, you can rest assured! I have been looking forward to a big battle with these guys for a long time. This time we must beat them to a pulp and let them know how powerful our Xiongying Society is!" He waved his strong arms, as if he had already seen the enemy fleeing in a panic.

Xiao Lingling also tightly grasped the two knives in her hands, the blades flashing coldly in the moonlight, and her eyes flashed with determination. She said coldly: "That's right, they actually dared to set their sights on Madam Shi. They are simply impatient to live! Today, they will pay a heavy price for their stupidity!" There was a hint of chill in her words, which made people feel her deep protection for Gong Simeng.

It's late at night and everything is silent.

Zhong Renwang and his group sneaked into the stone mansion quietly like ghosts.

They crouched down, walked slowly, and moved forward cautiously in the courtyard.

The moonlight stretched their shadows long, as if they were a group of messengers from hell.

Suddenly, Zhong Renwang stopped in his tracks. His gloomy eyes glanced around warily, a strong sense of foreboding welling up in his heart. "Be careful! There's something strange about this stone mansion. It seems there's an ambush," he said to the person behind him in a low voice, a subtle tremor in it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Feiyang's clear and majestic voice came from all directions: "Zhong Renwang, Xie Zhichuan, you have indeed come. Today is the day you die!"

As the voice fell, Shi Feiyang, Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling, "Water Dragon" Jin Liufu and others jumped out from the darkness like divine soldiers, and instantly surrounded Zhong Renwang and others.

Under the moonlight, their figures are resolute and courageous, like gods of war guarding justice.

Seeing this, Zhong Renwang was not panicked. Instead, he laughed out loud. The laughter echoed in the silent night sky, sounding particularly eerie.

"Shi Feiyang, do you think you can trap us like this? Today, it's either you or me!" He then unleashed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. A faint dragon's roar echoed between his palms, and the wind whistled, seemingly tearing apart the surrounding air as he fiercely struck Shi Feiyang. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were so powerful that the stone slabs on the ground trembled slightly wherever they touched.

Shi Feiyang was not afraid at all, and a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes.

He flashed like a black lightning and easily avoided the fierce attack.

At the same time, his lips curled up in a confident smile as he said, "Zhong Renwang, you think you can kill me? You're just daydreaming! Today is your end!" His voice was filled with confidence and dominance, inspiring awe. Ding Hong also rushed forward with red eyes, tightly grasping a dog-beating stick in his hand, unleashing the Dog-beating Stick Technique. The shadows of the sticks formed an impenetrable barrier, pressing directly towards Shi Feiyang.

"Shi Feiyang, give me your life!" He roared, his voice full of hatred, as if he wanted to eat Shi Feiyang alive.

Seeing this, Wu Zhong shouted, "Old man, stop being so arrogant!" He then activated his "Six Harmonies Sutra" internal energy, and his aura flowed through his body, his internal strength surging. He unleashed his "Demon Subduing Palm" and struck Ding Hong with it.

The two palms collided in mid-air, creating a resounding sound like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, rustling the surrounding trees and sending leaves scattering. Wu Zhong's palm, imbued with powerful internal energy, sent Ding Hong back several steps, a look of pain on his face.

Xie Zhichuan and Huashan Sect leader Tang Zhihan also joined the fierce battle.

Xie Zhichuan brandished his sword and used the Thirteen Deadly Swords. His swordsmanship was ruthless, and each sword strike went straight to Shi Feiyang's vital points.

Every time the sword was thrust out, there was a whistling sound in the wind, which was intended to kill Shi Feiyang.

Tang Zhihan unleashed the Huashan sword technique, his blade flashing like a galaxy of stars. He and Xie Zhichuan worked in perfect harmony, attempting to form a pincer attack on Shi Feiyang. Tang Zhihan's swordsmanship was exquisite, his moves varied and unpredictable.

Xiao Lingling cried out, holding both long and short swords, and unleashing the "Seven Evils Sword Technique," she charged into the battle circle, engaging Xie Zhichuan and Tang Zhihan. Her sword techniques were fierce and ruthless, the flashes of her blades sending shivers down one's spine.

Each swing of her sword brought out a cold gleam, as if to rip the enemy's body apart. Her body was nimble, moving freely between the enemies, and her dual swords wielded with great force, forcing Xie Zhichuan and Tang Zhihan into a panic.

"Water Dragon" Jin Liufu used the "Golden Goose Skill" and saw his body as swift as a swallow, moving freely across the battlefield.

He used the "Eight Trigrams Sword Technique" to fight with other masters of the Divine Sword Villa.

At this moment, only the flashes of swords and shadows of knives were seen in the air, accompanied by deafening shouts of killing.

Jin Liufu's swordsmanship reached a state of perfection. His figure was elusive, like a ghost, making it impossible to predict his movements. Every swing of his sword was perfectly timed and precise, leaving the enemy with no defense.

At the same time, Shi Feiyang was like an invincible god of war in the fierce battle.

He activated the Bright Jade Technique, and instantly, a faint blue light emanated from his body, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky, dazzling yet chilling to the bones. This chill, like the chilling aura of an ancient ice cellar, surged and overflowed, sizzling the air wherever it passed, instantly freezing it and transforming it into a hazy mist of icy crystals.

Every time Shi Feiyang attacked, his true energy surged like surging waves, easily dispersing the enemy's attacks.

"Zhong Renwang, you bunch of evildoers, today will be the end of your evil deeds!" Shi Feiyang's voice was like a bell, and his angry roar was like a thunderclap in the sound of fighting.

He swung the Burmese knife in his hand and used the "Golden Dragon Claw" from the Baisheng Sword Technique. An extremely sharp sword light, like a lightning that cuts through the night sky, slashed towards Zhong Renwang swiftly with a "chi chi" sound of breaking through the air.

Wherever the blade went, deep cracks were left on the stone slabs on the ground, and gravel flew everywhere.

When Zhong Renwang saw this, his face instantly turned as pale as paper, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

He was well aware of the power of this attack and dared not slack off, quickly using the "Arrogant Dragon Will Regret" technique from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. He pushed his palms upward with all his might, the wind whistling, the faint sound of a dragon's roar, and the palms collided violently with Shi Feiyang's sword light in the air.

"Bang!" A deafening sound, like a bolt from the blue, echoed in the courtyard.

Zhong Renwang was flung backward like a kite with a broken string by this powerful force, taking several steps back, each one leaving a deep footprint on the ground. A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, slowly dripping down his chin. His face was filled with disbelief and fear, and he secretly regretted that he had underestimated Shi Feiyang's martial arts skills.

"Shi Feiyang, don't be so complacent! Even if I breathe my last today, I will drag you to hell!" Seeing this, Xie Zhichuan's eyes were instantly bloodshot, his eyes were wide open, and he looked like a madman.

He roared, and the sound was like the wail of a wounded beast, full of despair and madness.

After saying that, he waved the long sword in his hand and used the "Qingfeng Cutting Face" from the Thirteen Deadly Swords. The sword body shook and transformed into countless sword shadows, stabbing towards Shi Feiyang like a rain of pear blossoms. The sword blade cut through the air, making a sharp "swish" sound.

Shi Feiyang's lips curled up into a cruel smile, his eyes full of disdain.

He flashed like a black lightning, easily avoiding Xie Zhichuan's sword shadow, and said at the same time: "Come on, let's see if you have the ability!"

Then, he rushed into the battle again and used the "Wild Wind and Rolling Leaves" from the Baisheng Sword Technique. The Burmese sword spun rapidly in his hand, the sword light flashed, forming an impenetrable light curtain, and the sound of "whooshing" wind was endless.

Under this fierce sword force, the swordsmen of the Divine Sword Villa were hit one after another and were cut in half, with blood splattering everywhere.

There was a "bang bang" sound as countless corpses fell to the ground.

The strong chill emanating from Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong was like an invisible force, quietly invading the enemy.

The swordsmen of the Divine Sword Villa who were enveloped in the coldness felt their acupuncture points all over their bodies go numb, as if they were instantly hit by countless ice needles. Then their bodies became unable to move, and they could only watch themselves being defeated by Shi Feiyang's fierce attack.

For a moment, the sounds of shouting, weapons clashing, and painful screams intertwined together, playing a thrilling song of life and death in the vast stone palace on this spring night.

Shi Feiyang's servant Shi Xiong, holding a sharp blade in his hand, stood firmly guarding Gong Simeng, who had a bulging belly.

Gong Simeng held Xiao Yuyan in her arms, her eyes revealing deep worry, but more of it was her unwavering trust in Shi Feiyang. She believed that Shi Feiyang could protect the two sisters.

Zhuque stood on the high wall, his eyes as sharp as torches, watching the movements around him vigilantly, as if he could see through all potential dangers.

The white tiger squinted its eyes and lay under a big tree. It seemed lazy, but in fact its muscles were tense and it was ready to attack at any time.

Their mission was to protect Gong Simeng and Xiao Yuyan, adding a unique protective force to the fierce battle, as if they were guardian angels. In the vast stone mansion on this spring night, the battle was in full swing, and the contest between justice and evil reached a white-hot level at this moment.

The flashing of swords, the whistling of arrows, and the tense atmosphere all indicate that a battle of life and death is taking place.

A breeze blew by, gently swaying the branches of flowers in the yard.

In the distance, the occasional sound of birds singing was clear and melodious, forming a sharp contrast with the tense atmosphere.

In this night where tranquility and noise are intertwined, everyone's heartstrings are tense and they dare not relax at all.

Zhong Renwang was caught in the middle of the battle, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, his eyes filled with anxiety and unwillingness. Although he led countless swordsmen, unleashing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms with an overwhelming attack, he couldn't even touch the edge of Shi Feiyang's clothes.

The anxiety in his heart burned like a raging fire, making him lose his patience more and more.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth, roared, and used a series of exquisite and brutal moves from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, such as "Flying Dragon in the Sky", "Dragon Fighting in the Wild", and "Shock for Hundreds of Miles".

He rose from the ground, his palms wrapped in whistling wind, and pounced towards Shi Feiyang like two angry dragons. Wherever the palm wind went, the dust on the ground was swept into the sky, making a whooshing sound.

When he performed the "Dragon Fighting in the Wild" strike, his palms opened and closed widely, and his body seemed to be surrounded by an invisible air shield. Wherever he went, the air was vibrated and distorted, making a "buzzing" sound.

When he used the move "Shock a Hundred Miles Away", he pushed his palms forward suddenly, and a powerful air wave spread out from him to the surroundings. The swordsmen around him were shaken to the ground by this air wave and could not stand steadily.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang just snorted coldly. The voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, with a hint of chill.

He practiced Mingyu Gong and brought it to the eighth level - "Supreme Forgetfulness".

In an instant, icy true energy surged wildly with him as the center, forming a giant vortex.

The vortex seemed to possess an endless suction force, emitting a whistling sound, continuously sucking in the internal energy of Zhong Renwang and the countless surrounding swordsmen. The swordsmen felt their internal energy dissipating uncontrollably like a flood bursting through a dam, and expressions of utter terror appeared on their faces. Their fists and swords were involuntarily twisted and twisted by the powerful suction.

Some swordsmen gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, trying to steady the sword in their hands, but found that the sword was as if held by an invisible big hand, shaking violently, and finally broke into two pieces with a "crack".

Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity and unleashed his Hundred Victories Sword Technique. His movements were as lightning-fast as lightning, leaving only a blurry afterimage. The Burmese sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, and every swing carried a sharp blade aura, like lightning streaking across the night sky.

"Swish, swish, swish", he slashed at the swordsman of Shenjian Villa with his sword, and blood splattered wherever the sword passed.

Those swordsmen who were hit didn't even have time to scream before they fell in a pool of blood.

Shi Feiyang's knife skills were extremely brutal. He killed one person after another with one strike. Every fallen corpse was horrific to behold, with no complete remains.

Some swordsmen were cut in half, their internal organs spilling all over the ground; others had their heads chopped off, but their bodies remained standing for a moment before slowly falling down.

As the battle continued, more and more blood accumulated on the ground.

The strong chill emitted by Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong quickly froze the blood, forming pieces of crimson ice that flickered strangely in the moonlight.

The front yard of the huge stone mansion was filled with a pungent smell of blood, which made people want to vomit.

Zhong Renwang looked at the tragic scene in front of him, his heart filled with fear, but he was still unwilling to give up. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards Shi Feiyang again, trying to make a final struggle.

Shi Feiyang was like an invincible god of war, maneuvering freely in the courtyard where blood and ice intertwined, wielding the Burmese knife in his hand tightly, and with the cold light flashing, he continued to reap the lives of the swordsmen of the Divine Sword Villa.

Those swordsmen who tried to approach him fell one after another under the fierce attack of Ming Yu Gong's icy true energy and Bai Sheng sword technique. Screams and exclamations rang out one after another on this bloody battlefield.

Zhong Renwang looked around and saw that the swordsmen who had followed him and showed off their might were now like wheat blown down by the wind, falling down in large numbers.

The bright red blood flowed freely on the ground, gathering into pools of blood. The bloody smell filled the air, making people sick.

Zhong Renwang's legs trembled slightly, the fear in his heart like a surging tide, completely drowning him, and a chill ran from his feet to his head. But his sinister nature was as deep-rooted as a rock. Even though he knew he was in a desperate situation, he still tried to struggle desperately, a last-ditch effort.

Zhong Renwang gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his face. He forced a deep breath of Qi, the energy surging through his body like a volcano about to erupt. Then, with a furious roar, he charged at Shi Feiyang again like a wounded beast, unleashing the "Shock a Hundred Miles" technique from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. He raised both palms high, his palms a strange crimson glowing from the sheer force of his energy, like a burning flame.

Then, he clapped his palms violently, and the palm wind swept out with a whistling sound. Wherever it passed, the air was shattered by the invisible force, making a dull and deafening "bang bang" sound. The dust on the ground was also caught up by the palm wind and flew up, forming a dust mist.

However, facing this seemingly overwhelming attack, Shi Feiyang's expression was as calm as a bottomless cold pond, without a ripple.

He snorted contemptuously, and the snort seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying a bone-chilling chill.

Then, he pushed the icy true energy of Mingyu Gong to the extreme. The giant vortex surrounding him spun faster and faster, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound, as if it wanted to draw everything in the world into it.

The palm force that Zhong Renwang slapped out was like a drop in the ocean the moment it approached the whirlpool. It was ruthlessly swallowed up and dissipated, without even a trace left.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the situation and rushed forward. His body was as fast as lightning, and the Burmese knife in his hand drew a gorgeous and deadly arc, performing a move from the Baisheng sword technique called "Pine Welcoming Guests".

The speed of this knife was extremely fast, and the blade flashed with a cold light, like a lightning that cuts through the dark night sky. The knife energy crisscrossed and cut the air around Zhong Renwang, making a "hissing" sound. Even the air groaned in pain under this sharp knife energy.

Zhong Renwang was unable to dodge and felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer, and his whole body felt like he was struck by lightning.

Immediately afterwards, a bright red line of blood spread from his chest. With a "wow" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, leaving a terrible bloody mark in the air.

His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, tumbling in the air, leaving a long bloody shadow.

Just as he was about to fall heavily to the ground, a hint of ruthlessness and determination flashed in Zhong Renwang's eyes, and his eyes were as ferocious as a hungry wolf.

He suddenly turned sideways, using all his strength, and rushed towards the two swordsmen from the Excalibur Villa who had not yet reacted.

The two swordsmen were knocked off balance by Zhong Renwang's sudden collision. They screamed "Ah" and staggered forward.

The power of Shi Feiyang's sword remained undiminished, and with its indestructible force, he directly killed the two unlucky swordsmen.

There were two "click" sounds, which were very harsh.

Their bodies were instantly torn apart by the sword energy, blood gushed out like a fountain, splattered on the spot, and their internal organs were scattered all over the ground. The scene was horrific.

(End of this chapter)