At this mont, the howling wind swept past, making Shi Feiyang’s clothes flutter like a flying battle flag.
Shi Feiyang, usually steady and resolute, displayed extraordinary bravery and calmness in this life-and-death situation. Every movent was crisp and decisive, without a trace of hesitation or delay. Shi Feiyang circulated his entire body’s Inner Strength, exhibiting the Eighth Realm of the Bright Jade Technique—"Supre Forgetfulness."
In an instant, a bone-chilling aura surged forth like a raging tidal wave from within Shi Feiyang, spreading wildly in all directions centered around him. The surrounding air seed to be instantly thrown into an arctic land, with moisture rapidly condensing into ice crystals, shimring with a cold and eerie light under the dim moonlight.
Shi Feiyang stood firm with knees slightly bent, as True Qi violently surged throughout his body, forming a massive and violent vortex. Within the vortex, countless streams of Qi rotated frantically like mad dragons, creating a suction force powerful enough to devour everything, as if intending to engulf all around it, whether tangible objects or intangible air, into that endless abyss of darkness.
This vortex was like a black hole from the depths of the universe. Wherever it passed, sand and dust got sucked in, even nearby deep-rooted trees were uprooted, hastily converging towards the vortex center, producing rustling sounds.
The fierce wind carried these uprooted debris, wreaking havoc over the battlefield, adding a sense of chaos and terror.
With his profound Inner Strength and powerful cultivation technique, Shi Feiyang maintained a strong presence in the fierce battle and firmly believed that justice would ultimately triumph over evil. This belief, like a blazing fla, supported his relentless advance forward.
At the sa ti, Shi Feiyang perford the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique." He stepped forward with his left foot, body leaning forward, gripping the Myanmar Saber with both hands, and swung down fiercely from above. The saber’s gleam flashed with incredible force, accompanied by a whistling saber wind.
Imdiately, he swiftly twisted his wrist, and the Myanmar Saber traced an arc in mid-air, slicing horizontally towards Ghost-faced Elder’s neck.
While swinging the saber, his left palm was not idle either, instantly transforming into countless claw shadows, intertwining and reflecting with the saber’s light, like a storm bombarding Ghost-faced Elder. As the claw shadows reached, the air got torn apart with hissing sounds by the claw winds, recklessly cut by the sharp blade, and waves of energy visible to the naked eye spread outwards.
On the ground, where the saber and claw winds passed, there were deep and shallow ravines, resembling the scars of the earth.
Shi Feiyang’s saber technique was ferocious and fierce, just like his character, forging ahead without any retreat, with every move showcasing his boldness and dominance. Ghost-faced Elder, seeing this, remained unhurried. He slightly spread his feet, stabilizing his horse stance, spinning his cane at a dizzying speed, as black mist surged continuously from the cane, quickly engulfing the surroundings, and in the blink of an eye forming a massive black shield, shielding him tightly within.
On the surface of the black shield, there was an eerie and mysterious glow, like countless twisted black serpents, telling the mystery and power contained within the shield. "Hmph, with just this skill, you think you can hurt ?" Ghost-faced Elder sneered, eyes full of disdain and contempt, that laughter echoed in the bone-chilling night sky, carrying a sinister chill that penetrated the bone.
Having held a high position in the Evil Shadow Sect for years, Ghost-faced Elder was always ruthless and regarded himself very highly. Facing Shi Feiyang’s attack, he seed calm on the surface, but in his heart, he was actually wary of Shi Feiyang’s strength, yet his years of pride prevented him from showing it.
Shi Feiyang let out a cold snort, his assault becoming even fiercer.
He spun rapidly, maneuvering the Myanmar Saber to trace circles in the air, the saber’s shadow flashing as if trying to slash an irreparable gash open in the dark night sky. His figure moved swiftly, sotis charging at Ghost-faced Elder, sotis dodging to the side, like a ghost, unpredictable and elusive, making it impossible to capture his tracks.
His palm claw shadows seamlessly coordinated with the Myanmar Saber’s light, forming an impenetrable, flawless attack net, tightly enclosing Ghost-faced Elder within, leaving him with nowhere to escape. In the blink of an eye, flying sand and rolling stones, the sound of wind, blades, and claws intertwined, playing a breathtaking symphony of battle.
In the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang constantly observed the weaknesses of Ghost-faced Elder, his eyes firm and sharp, not missing any opportunity to defeat the opponent, demonstrating exceptional wisdom and unyielding fighting spirit. With the powerful support of the Bright Jade Technique, Shi Feiyang’s True Qi surged like a tide into the Myanmar Saber.
On the Myanmar Saber, the coldness grew even more intense, and every saber gleam contained strands of chill emanating from the Bright Jade Technique.
These chills were like countless fine but extrely sharp ice needles, silently piercing Ghost-faced Elder’s every pressure point.
Ghost-faced Elder felt a chilling sensation like countless icy insects quickly invading through each of his pressure points, rapidly spreading through his ridians to his entire body. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and for the first ti, a trace of uncontrollable panic flashed in his once confident eyes. At this mont, within a range of several dozen feet around the two, the temperature seed to have dropped to freezing point, with everything around covered in a thin layer of frost, even Ghost-faced Elder’s breath instantly condensed into white mist.
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