Xiang Kun’s figure flickered, quickly closing in on Shi Feiyang. He slightly leaned to the side and lowered his voice, almost whispering, "It seems we have found the right spot." His voice was as low as a mosquito’s buzz, yet carried a hint of uncontrollable excitent.
Jin Liufu was rubbing his fists together, clenching his hands tightly into fists, his knuckles turning white from the exertion, emitting a faint "crack-crack" sound. Excitent flickered in his eyes, like a beast about to pounce on its prey. He even let out a low growl from his throat, eager to capture all these people in one stroke to uncover the missing Sect Leader’s whereabouts, as if he were about to rush out and start a slaughter any second.
Shi Feiyang frowned deeply, lost in thought as various battle strategies flashed through his mind, countless ideas streaking like teors. His eyes sotis appeared heavy, at other tis bright, engaged in a fierce ntal battle.
Soon, his gaze beca resolute, having clearly formulated a thorough plan.
They decided to split their forces into two paths: Shi Feiyang and Gong Sing would perform a frontal assault to attract the attention of the n in black, while Xiang Kun and Jin Liufu would flank from the side to cut off their retreat.
With the plan set, Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently like turbulent waves. His eyes revealed determination and resolve, as if burning with a fierce fire, fierce enough to illuminate the entire dark passage.
He let out a loud shout, his voice booming like a great bell. The shout caused the surrounding air to tremble slightly, like a thunderbolt exploding in the passage, breaking the long-held silence and dreariness and igniting the hot blood in everyone’s hearts.
The sound reverberated endlessly within the passage.
In an instant, Shi Feiyang dashed out first, his shadow like an arrow leaving the string, moving so fast it was almost impossible to track, leaving only a blurred afterimage. Although Shi Feiyang didn’t possess supernatural abilities or magic, he was protected by the divine dragon tower.
At this mont, a hazy halo seed to flow around him, beautiful and dreamlike, yet exuding a mysterious power, an anomaly indicative of the Bright Jade Technique reaching the Seventh Realm. The powerful Inner Strength of the Bright Jade Technique surged within him like a turbulent flood, roaring with a "boom-boom," as if a roaring giant dragon lay within him.
Every cell was filled with this surging power, and faint blue light flickered beneath his skin, reminiscent of a faint light in the deep ocean. His body seed to harbor an iceberg about to erupt, emanating a bone-chilling coldness.
This coldness was like an invisible force, instantly solidifying the surrounding air, ice crystals falling with a "rustling" sound, forming a thin layer of frost, and the ground rapidly spread with a layer of ice patterns, resembling a giant spider web, flashing a ghostly cold glow in the dim passage.
Imdiately after, the Myanmar Saber in Shi Feiyang’s hand glinted with a cold light, with a "swish" sound, unleashing the fad Hundred Victories Saber Technique’s moves: "Cangsong Welcoming Guest," "Furious Sea Waves," "Golden Dragon Coiling Claw," "Red Dust Slash," "Heaven and Earth Immortal," each move containing boundless power and exquisite skill. The Myanmar Saber danced like a Spiritual Snake, whistling through the air like lightning streaking across the night sky, making it hard to keep up with the flashing saber light. Shi Feiyang executed "Heaven and Earth Immortal," instantly rging with heaven and earth, his montum unstoppable.
His body seed to resonate wonderfully with the surrounding space, the saber’s force like raging waves, layer upon layer rushing toward the n in black. The gusts from the saber roared, each saber light containing the Mountain-Splitting Rock-Breaking force.
Sparks of fighting spirit burned in Shi Feiyang’s eyes as he kept a keen focus on his enemies, his mouth curling into a slight, confident smile, seemingly declaring his opponents’ fate, dazzling in the dim passage.
The Myanmar Saber’s swings brought about a whooshing sound, like wailing ghosts and wolves, causing alarm and anxiety.
The sharp saber blade sliced through the air, leaving behind cold, gleaming lights.
Several n in black couldn’t even react before they were enveloped in this fierce saber light.
Under the onslaught of saber light, they fell to the ground one by one with soft thuds, their blood staining the earth, the tallic scent of blood perating the air, mingling with the passage’s original musty sll, sickening to the core.
Every move Shi Feiyang made was fluid and powerful, his eyes sharply locking on the enemies, able to discern all their intentions, seemingly seeing through their very hearts. In his view, there were only enemies and victory, anyone who obstructed him would be destroyed by his invincible saber technique.
His breathing was steady and powerful, accompanied by a deep roar with each saber swing, "Hey! Ha!" The roar brimming with strength and resolve, capable of piercing through the darkness, reaching the far side of light, reverberating within the passage, bringing an overwhelming sense of pressure to the enemies. Gong Sing followed closely, the soft whip in his hand agile and fierce like a dragon in the sea, snapping loud "papa" sounds. Together, their whip shadows and Shi Feiyang’s saber light created a net of death, firmly trapping the n in black, leaving them without an escape.
This forced the n in black to constantly retreat, their faces filled with fear and despair, fleeing in all directions, yet unable to break through the net of death, only able to let out cries of terror, the sound echoing in the passage, filled with helplessness.
Faced with the sudden attack, the n in black were caught off guard, hurriedly organizing a counterattack.
Xiang Kun and Jin Liufu seized the opportunity to launch an attack from the side, for a ti, the passage was filled with deafening cries of battle, "Kill them!" "Charge!" Voices mingled together.
Amidst the crowd, Shi Feiyang searched for the leader of the n in black, his gaze sharp like a hawk, rapidly scanning the chaotic battlefield, letting nothing escape his watch. Finally, he spotted a brawny man wielding a large saber, commanding the others to resist. This man was obviously the leader, his face fierce, shouting orders to his subordinates.
Shi Feiyang perford the "After finishing, wipe the clothes and leave" Mysterious Lightness Technique, reaching the man with a few light jumps, his figure etched a beautiful arc in the air, with a "whoosh," like a leopard leaping at its prey.
The leader swung his large saber, engaging in a fierce duel with Shi Feiyang.
The two exchanged blows back and forth, the clash of saber and sword illuminating the scene, the clatter of weapons colliding seeming endless.
Shi Feiyang’s saber technique was sharp, while the man’s was vigorous, and neither could offer an advantage over the other.
In the heat of battle, excitent and anticipation shone in Shi Feiyang’s eyes, thoroughly enjoying the fierce fight, every confrontation causing his blood to boil, as though he was born for battle.
Just as the battle reached its climax, a violent tremor suddenly ca from the depths of the passage, "boom-boom," as if sothing ancient and terrifying was about to awaken.
A sense of foreboding surged in Shi Feiyang’s heart.
In the depths of the passage, the tremor grew more intense, small rocks occasionally falling from above with "crackling" sounds, as if the sky were trembling. The chaos was filled with the clamorous sounds of battle cries and the clang of weaponry clashing, the entire space engulfed in a storm of chaos and warfare.
Suddenly, the leader of the n in black let out a deafening roar, the sound waves rolling, "Aw!" as if to collapse the passage.
He raised his great saber high, the blade gleaming coldly in the dim light, executing a fearso attack, "Force Splitting Huashan." The saber’s montum carried a howling gale, akin to a torrent of floodwaters, "whoosh" as it bore down upon Shi Feiyang’s head like the weight of Mount Tai, ripping through the air with a sharp whistle, the "sizzle" unnerving to the bone.
Yet, Shi Feiyang remained calm, his eyes like deep pools, tranquil without a ripple, exuding extraordinary calmness and composure.
Lightly tapping the ground, his toes exerted force, his figure shifting like a specter, reminiscent of a swift swallow deftly evading the fatal strike, with a "whoosh." Simultaneously, the Myanmar Saber in his hand spun into a splendid flower of blades, with saber flowers flickering, saber energy radiating, yet yielding the sword as a saber, directly stabbing towards the black-clothed leader’s wrist. The saber flower seed delicate but hid deadly moves, each petal containing cutting sharpness, like a deadly flower blooming in the dark.
The black-clothed leader reacted swiftly, sensing the threat, hurriedly withdrawing the saber for defense. His large saber drew an arc in the air, accompanied by rushing wind sounds, "whoosh," blocking in front of him, successfully parrying Shi Feiyang’s swift and electric saber.
A loud "clang" echoed in the passage.
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