The air around was stirred by the powerful knife wind, forming small whirlwinds. Leaves detached from branches, spinning wildly in the wind as if caught in a storm, while even the dust on the ground was swept up, creating dusty trails.
Shi Feiyang was unafraid. He activated the Fifth Realm of the Bright Jade Technique. An icy chill instantly spread out from him, causing the air around to rapidly form countless tiny ice crystals, which made subtle cracking sounds, as if even the air was frozen.
Taking advantage of this coldness, Shi Feiyang turned his body, moving as fast as a black lightning bolt. He lightly tapped the air with his toes, deftly avoiding the fierce strike, as if dancing on a knife’s edge, every move filled with power and grace.
At the sa ti, he swung his hand backward, executing a move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique known as "Cangsong Welcoming Guest." The Myanmar Saber drew an elegant yet lethal arc in the air, its blade light like a crescent moon slicing across the night sky, cutting a shallow blood mark on Lu Yu’s chest, his armor unable to stop it.
Lu Yu winced in pain, letting out a muffled grunt and staggering back a few steps, shock written all over his face. He never expected Shi Feiyang’s skills to be so swift and his martial arts so powerful, as if he were facing an elusive whirlwind rather than an opponent.
Lu Feng and Lu Liang exchanged a glance, a flash of ruthlessness in their eyes, and struck simultaneously.
Lu Feng’s blade ca from the left like a viper erging, slashing at Shi Feiyang’s waist, while Lu Liang launched a swift assault from the right. Their dual blades coordinated harmoniously, like two intertwined dragons intent on crushing Shi Feiyang, already seeing the dawn of victory.
Shi Feiyang let out a cold snort, his Bright Jade Technique’s icy aura freezing the air around into a mist. Under the icy fog’s cover, he tapped the ground with his toes, his body leaping skyward like an arrow released from a bowstring. In the air, he perford a graceful flip, evading the duo’s attack. At the sa ti, his weapon descended, executing another move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique called "Golden Dragon Coils Claw." The Myanmar Saber turned into a dazzling light, carving a deep cut on Lu Feng’s arm, blood gushing like a fountain.
Lu Feng groaned in pain, his grip on his blade nearly faltering. He gritted his teeth, pain and reluctance evident on his face. At that mont, he truly realized that Shi Feiyang’s strength far exceeded his expectations.
At that mont, the grass around them bent under the strong wind, seemingly afraid of the ferocity of this intense battle.
Leng Shuang and Wang Yan also burst out of the tent like tigers released from captivity, joining the blood-soaked fight.
Leng Shuang’s hands danced like an agile fairy, her fingertips shooting out icy spikes. These spikes glimred with a chilling light, carrying a bone-chilling cold, flying toward the enemy with extre speed, freezing the air wherever they passed.
A Great Saber Association thug failed to dodge, getting hit in the leg by an icy spike. He let out a scream, his leg instantly covered in frost, his entire body contorting from the intense pain.
At the sa ti, the temperature around seed to plumt due to Leng Shuang’s icy spikes. Everyone’s breath turned into white mist, lingering in the moonlight.
Wang Yan’s aura suddenly surged, as if a volcano was about to erupt between his palms, pouring forth scorching heat.
He executed the "Blazing Sun Palm," a fierce fla erupting from his palms like flowing lava, carrying an apocalyptic might that swept towards the enemy. The palm technique was overwhelmingly powerful. Wherever it went, the air seed to be ruthlessly twisted and deford by an unseen giant hand, emitting sharp hissing sounds, as if groaning in agony.
A Great Saber Association thug failed to escape, instantly engulfed by the searing flas. His clothes ignited in a flash, turning him into a sea of fire. Panicked, the thug frantically rolled on the ground, slapping at the flas wildly like pounding garlic, but all in vain.
His painful screams echoed through the mountain forest, heart-wrenching and filled with despair and terror, bone-chilling.
The flas burned rcilessly, illuminating the surrounding trees, casting flickering shadows. The whole forest seed dragged into a formless Hell, resembling a Human Purgatory.
Under Leng Shuang’s relentless icy spike assault and Wang Yan’s overpowering "Blazing Sun Palm," the Great Saber Association thugs fell like harvested wheat, dying gruesoly, their bodies strewn all around, blood gushing and staining the ground red. Yang Xue’Er, the graceful young maiden, like a nimble bird, unsheathed the long sword from her waist, leaping down from a tree with fluid and elegant movents.
Amidst the enemies, she was like a flower blooming amidst the bloody winds, her fierce elegance hiding under her beautiful appearance. She weaved effortlessly as if dancing on a knife’s edge, each move brimming with strength and grace.
With a piercing gaze, she seized the mont, employing Qingfeng Pavilion’s exquisite swordsmanship. Her wrist gently flicked, the long sword slithered like a lively white snake, thrusting at Lu Qiao with lightning speed.
Lu Qiao’s expression changed drastically in the face of the sudden attack. He hurriedly raised his saber to block. With a loud "clang," like a great bell ringing, the long sword clashed fiercely against the saber, sparks flying, tracing brilliant paths across the night sky.
Yang Xue’Er’s wrist deftly turned, altering her swordsmanship suddenly. The long sword skillfully bypassed Lu Qiao’s saber, resembling a slippery eel, leaving a thin, long wound on his arm.
Blood slowly oozed, glinting ominously in the moonlight.
At that mont, the once-rich floral fragrance seed dispelled by the intense battle, leaving only the pervasive scent of blood and an atmosphere so tense it stifled breaths, making hearts pound as if ready to leap from throats.
Bai Renfeng noticed their precarious position, his eyes flickering uncertainly like a cunning fox.
He suddenly feinted, his figure turning like a ghost, lunging towards Yang Xue’Er.
He knew very well that controlling Yang Xue’Er would be like seizing Shi Feiyang’s vulnerability, restraining the formidable opponent.
Seeing this, Shi Feiyang beca anxious and angry, his eyes afla. His aura surged, furiously shaking off the entangling enemies, fully unleashing the ultimate cold of the Bright Jade Technique.
In an instant, centered on Shi Feiyang, a frigid air spread rapidly like fierce gales of a harsh winter sweeping through, freezing the surrounding air instantly. Countless tiny ice spikes condensed in the air, emitting crisp "crack" sounds.
The enemies enveloped by this cold felt their blood nearly freeze, their limbs stiffening, involuntarily retreating continuously, falling on the ground, bodies breaking, dead beyond recognition.
Seizing the chance, Shi Feiyang darted towards Bai Renfeng like black lightning.
anwhile, Leng Shuang and Wang Yan reacted swiftly, flying to Yang Xue’Er’s side, nervously guarding her against Bai Renfeng’s attack.
Lu Suo, seeing Shi Feiyang distracted in pursuit of Bai Renfeng, felt secretly delighted, taking the opportunity to sneak a strike from behind. He raised his long saber high, the whistling wind accompanying it, slashing fiercely towards Shi Feiyang’s back.
At this life-and-death mont, Shi Feiyang activated the Bright Jade Technique. Instantly, a layer of crystalline ice armor ford around his body, glinting with a cold shine like an impenetrable shield.
Simultaneously, he sidestepped nimbly like a monkey, delivering a backslash with his saber from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. The Myanmar Saber traced a cold gleam in the air, "swish," slashing Lu Suo’s shoulder, carving a long, deep blood groove, blood gushing like a fountain.
Lu Suo groaned in pain, his body swaying, wearing a look of agony and unwillingness. Shi Feiyang swiftly turned, his gaze sharp as lightning, his weapon carrying a mountainous force, executing the "Cangsong Welcoming Guest" move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.
The Myanmar Saber flicked, drawing a graceful arc, resembling a cypress spreading branches to welco guests, yet concealing lethal intent, piercing Lu Suo’s chest.
Lu Suo, unable to dodge, was pierced in the chest by the fierce strike, his clothes instantly soaked in blood. His eyes widened in fear and despair, body swaying before collapsing heavily on the ground, dying with his evil life ended.
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