"Clang! Clang!" In an instant, the sound of tal clashing was deafening, as if countless sharp blades intersected and sliced through the air, sparks flying, like a series of fireworks blooming in the darkness, illuminating the dim passageway for a mont.
Following that, the black-clad leader switched tactics, stepping forward with a powerful stride. With a "thud," he left a shallow footprint on the ground, showing his imnse strength. The blade clung to the ground like a black lightning bolt, sweeping horizontally with a "whoosh," attempting to sever Shi Feiyang’s legs. The blade’s wind swept across the ground, kicking up a swirl of dust, making a "whistling" sound.
Seeing this, Shi Feiyang lightly tapped the ground with his toes, leaping nimbly into the air like a wisp of smoke. In mid-air, he executed a beautiful flip, akin to a graceful dancing fairy, elegantly avoiding the fierce attack. Taking advantage of the montum, he perford a move called "teor Chasing the Moon," his Myanmar Saber in hand resembling a teor slicing through the night sky, trailing a long streak of light, shooting swiftly at the black-clad leader’s throat.
The Myanmar Saber tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, as if trying to tear a hole through the darkness, making a "hissing" noise.
The black-clad leader hurriedly raised his weapon to block with a resounding "clang," like the tolling of a large bell. The Myanmar Saber struck his blade, sparking a bright shower of sparks that echoed crisply through the passageway, with the lingering sound reverberating endlessly.
Not far away, Gong Sing was also locked in fierce combat with several black-clad individuals.
The soft whip in her hand was like an agile black snake, undulating through the air with a "crack" sound, constantly changing attack patterns. The tip of the whip moved like a snake’s tongue, flickering with a cold light, making it impossible to defend against. A black-clad individual seized the opportunity during Gong Sing’s strike interval to swing his blade towards her back, the blade cutting through the air with a "whoosh" of wind.
Gong Sing seed to sense it, a cunning gleam flashing in her eyes, like a sharp leopard.
Her figure smoothly twisted, floating like willows in the wind with a "whoosh."
The soft whip in her hand shot out like a black lightning bolt, instantly wrapping around the black-clad man’s wrist with a "whoosh." Then, with a swift tug, the movent was clean and efficient, causing the man’s weapon to clatter to the ground with a "clang," ringing like a death knell in the silent passage.
anwhile, Xiang Kun and Jin Liufu were also fighting fiercely with so black-clad individuals.
Xiang Kun’s brows furrowed tightly, his expression focused as he chanted softly, hands moving rapidly as if weaving an invisible net. A faint earthy-yellow glow emanated from around him, gentle yet powerful, gathering the earth’s strength onto him with a "buzzing" sound.
Suddenly, the ground shook violently with a "rumble," as if a sleeping giant had awakened.
Several sharp stone spikes burst from the soil, their rough surfaces exuding the scent of earth, like sharp blades, whistling through the air with a "whoosh," swiftly stabbing toward the black-clad individuals.
The black-clad n, seeing this, were filled with terror, their faces etched with fear, eyes wide in panic. They scattered in chaotic disarray, "bang bang" breaking their once orderly formation into chaos, resisting in a disorganized manner like startled birds fleeing in all directions, shouting out in fright. Jin Liufu moved like an agile leopard through the chaotic crowd, his nimble figure difficult to predict. His eyes, sharp like an eagle’s, locked onto every target.
"Swish swish!" The Small Flying Sabers in his hands flew out like raindrops, each one gleaming with a cold light, making a "whoosh" sound.
The sabers traced arcs in the air, flying precisely toward the black-clad individuals.
"Bang bang!" Those hit cried out and fell, blood gushing forth like a spring on the ground, spreading a pungent scent of blood in the air, nauseating those present, the intense odor seeming to penetrate one’s vital organs.
Just as the fierce battle was at its peak, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the passage, "Roar!" The sound was like it ca from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying endless terror and oppression. The soundwaves rumbled, shaking the walls of the passage, dust falling with a "rustle." A massive black shadow shot out from the darkness like lightning, so fast that no one had ti to react, leaving only a blurry afterimage. When everyone looked closely, they realized it was a colossal beast.
The beast was covered in black scales, shimring with an eerie light in the dim glow, like strange stars twinkling in the night sky, forming an impenetrable armor, each scale exuding a chilling aura.
On its head grew two horns, like sharp spears, shimring with cold light, seemingly able to pierce through anything, buzzing with threat. Its gaping mouth revealed sharp fangs, each the size of a dagger, casting a cold, eerie gleam in the darkness, ready to tear a person apart instantly. Each step it took caused the ground to tremble violently, "thump thump," shaking the entire passage under its feet, kicking up a thick cloud of dust, and the surrounding air was stirred into a ssy, turbid state, whistling loudly.
Faced with this sudden beast, the black-clad individuals turned pale as paper, trembling uncontrollably with extre fear. So were so frightened their souls seed to flee, knees weakened, abandoning their weapons in retreat, "bang bang," the clatter of dropped weapons audible everywhere. The black-clad leader, seeing this, his face as dark as ink, sternly commanded, "No fleeing! It’s a weapon for us! It will only attack the enemy!"
However, the beast seed beyond his control, roaring as its voice shook the eardrums painfully, "Howl," enough to shatter one’s soul. Then, crazed, it lunged toward the crowd, its claws leaving deep marks on the stone walls of the passage, stone chips flying, "crackle," like sparks blooming in the darkness.
Facing the beast’s fierce onslaught, Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, making a "whoosh" sound, while the True Qi surged like a turbulent stream within him, his Bright Jade Technique reaching the Eighth Realm—"Supre Forgetfulness."
An extre chill emanated from him, freezing the surrounding air instantly, ice crystals forming with a "rustle," creating a thick frost layer. The frost quickly spread, extending over the ground and stone walls with a "crackling" sound.
Shi Feiyang’s entire body emitted a faint jade-like glow, his body seemingly wrapped in a gentle jade stone, yet exuding a chilling aura that discouraged approach, resembling a moving iceberg. His gaze grew sharper, as if piercing through all illusions, discerning every flaw in the beast, that gaze capable of penetrating its very soul.
The Myanmar Saber in Shi Feiyang’s hands ca alive, moving with his intent, every strike and form embodying the essence of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. He swung his saber again, this ti the saber light like a dragon, with an unstoppable force, slicing through the air with a sharp whistling "hiss," directly targeting the beast’s vital points.
Where the saber light passed, the air was shredded apart, forming visible waves "whoosh" as the technique was exceptionally fierce and domineering. He executed a move called "Surge of Waves," where the saber light transford into surging waves, layer upon layer, one wave following another "splashing" towards the beast.
Each saber light contained the power to split mountains and crack rocks, capable of engulfing everything in endless waves, drowning the beast in a sea of blades. A confident smile curled at Shi Feiyang’s lips.
Under this powerful attack, the beast finally revealed a flaw; Shi Feiyang seized the mont, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky. With a mighty shout, he gathered all his strength into his right arm, swinging the saber once more, sending a dazzling blade glare slicing through the air, filled with endless chill, like a lightning bolt cleaving towards the beast.
"Swoosh," the blade glare struck the beast, leaving a deep wound, with blood gushing from the cut "splat," splattering on the ground, sizzling audibly.
The blood quickly froze on the cold ground, forming dark red ice stains, looking particularly sinister under the dim light.
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