At this mont, one of the masked n’s eyes turned cold, a glint of viciousness passing through his gaze, like a venomous snake hidden in the darkness, ready to strike.
Seizing the opportunity, he suddenly exerted force, launching an attack called "Sword Out, Seal the Throat."
His sword, like a flash of lightning, sliced through the rain screen in an instant. The sword traveled in a straight line, its Sword Qi seemingly a tangible blade, cutting towards Shi Feiyang along a direct path, instantly aiming for a "lock throat" state.
The sword tip glimred with a chilling light, freezing the air around, as the aura of death assaulted the senses.
Yet, Shi Feiyang was unafraid, his gaze as firm as iron, staring intently at the piercing sword. The chilling glint of the sword tip reflected in his pupils, his mind racing, contemplating counterasures in the blink of an eye.
He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, like a volcano about to erupt, amassing endless power. Executing a move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique known as "Golden Dragon Claw," his saber danced, stirring up a gust of wind, akin to a roaring golden dragon, simultaneously offensive and defensive.
A deafening "clang" echoed, sparks flying, those sparks particularly dazzling amid the rain, like a teor streaking across the night sky, leaving a brief yet brilliant trail in the darkness.
This light illuminated Shi Feiyang’s stern face and simultaneously revealed the shock in the enemy’s eyes. He deftly deflected the opponent’s sword while Shi Feiyang’s left hand, like a specter, darted out ghost-like, gripping the enemy’s throat.
His palm seed like an iron clamp, tightly locking the enemy’s throat. A shrill scream followed, the sound magnified in the wind and rain, overpowering the thunderous storm.
Shi Feiyang exerted force with his five fingers, tearing the opponent’s throat, as blood spurted like a fountain, tracing a striking line in the rain, mingling with the water, dripping onto the muddy ground, swiftly washed away by the torrents, leaving a faint trace of red, fleeting, like a short yet bloody note in this brutal battle.
Instead of retreating, the other masked n intensified their assault.
They launched attacks from the techniques "Whirlwind Snatches the Moon" and "Green Peak Cuts the Surface," collectively striking at Shi Feiyang.
Under "Whirlwind Snatches the Moon," the sword strikes resembled a fierce gale, sweeping in from the side with a howling wind, churning up mud and fallen leaves, as if to drag the entire battlefield into an endless whirlpool of death, splattering mud, forming a murky mist, obstructing vision, as if enveloped in a chaotic world.
"Green Peak Cuts the Surface" was nacing, directly aiming at Shi Feiyang’s face, cutting cold slashes through the rain, causing an involuntary shiver, the cold light seeming to freeze one’s soul, with dread spreading in the heart, each cold light was a call of death.
Shi Feiyang let out a cold snort, secretly calculating the enemy’s weaknesses, moving like a dragon, nimbly weaving through the Sword Array.
His gaze remained focused and calm, missing no detail, continuously wielding "Golden Dragon Claw," the saber light flickering, the claw shadow layering, shielding himself impenetrably.
Simultaneously, leveraging his profound Inner Power, the Bright Jade Technique emitted a mist of True Qi forming a massive swirling vortex, spinning rapidly with a "whoosh," engulfing the swords of the six enemies, disrupting their precise strikes.
Shi Feiyang spotted a flaw, counterattacking with a backward slash, the saber light flashing like lightning across the night sky, severing the head of a masked man.
The head, with eyes full of reluctance, rolled in the rain, finally falling heavily into the muddy water, splashing a murky wave, swiftly subrged by the rain, a minuscule dust particle in this fierce lee, yet so starkly poignant, making one profoundly aware of life’s fragility and the war’s brutality, each life lost akin to a star’s fall.
At this mont, the storm grew even more violent, playing a dirge for this grueso battle, the fierce wind shrouded in rain, beating the earth rcilessly, striving to cleanse this bloody battlefield, yet seemingly futilely attempting to cover up the world’s cruelty and sin.
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