Wherever he passed, the air was torn apart by his figure, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
But Xie Wen’s "Feixu Qingyan Technique" is unparalleled, unmatched in the world.
His posture was light and agile, resembling willow catkins dancing with the wind, gentle and free; like rising light smoke, ethereal and illusory.
Shi Fengli exerted all his strength, as if chasing an elusive shadow, yet he could never touch the hem of Xie Wen’s garnt. Every ti he seed about to catch up, he always narrowly missed.
Amidst the heated battle, Qi izhen was like a dazzling star, radiating brilliant light on this blood-and-fire interwoven battlefield.
She wore a tight-fitting red outfit that perfectly hugged her body, outlining her graceful and curvaceous figure, displaying a woman’s gentle beauty.
Her dark and shiny long hair was tied high, with a few strands dancing wildly in the fierce cold wind, adding a sense of recklessness and gallant spirit to her appearance.
Her eyes were bright and determined, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, deep and spirited, exuding a powerful and awe-inspiring aura, as if they could see through the enemy’s heart.
In the fierce struggle with Liang Shouluo, Qi izhen’s figure appeared exceptionally agile against the snow-lit night.
Every move she made was like a ticulously choreographed dance, graceful yet full of power. Her gestures were akin to a fairy dancing, light and elegant, but carrying the unique ferocity and decisiveness of a warrior’s daughter.
Liang Shouluo, seeing his long assault co to nothing, was as anxious as a raging fire, growing ever hotter.
He knew well that if he couldn’t defeat Qi izhen today, he would fall into an abyss of no return, with no chance of redemption.
Thus, he exerted all his strength to the fullest.
Every slash carried formidable power, as if he intended to cleave the snowy ground open, viciously targeting Qi izhen’s vital points, trying to end the stalemate quickly and claiming a sliver of hope for survival.
However, Qi izhen was like a nimble fish swimming freely in the turbulent waves of flashing blades and swords. Her Body Technique was light and elegant, evading Liang Shouluo’s attacks with ease, blending seamlessly into the environnt as if a fish swimming nimbly in water.
Her "Seventeen Styles to Break Armor" was created specifically to counter the Breaking Japanese Blade Technique, embodying countless efforts and wisdom.
Every style held imnse power, fiercely formidable. Once executed, the blade light would flash, chilling as it struck.
Once it hit the opponent, their defenses would instantly collapse, like a tempest sweeping away fallen leaves.
After thirty moves, Liang Shouluo’s offensive gradually beca chaotic. His eyes began to show increasing fear and anxiety, and his breathing turned hasty and heavy, reminiscent of an old bellows, emitting heavy gasping.
He understood that if it continued like this, he would inevitably be defeated by Qi izhen.
So, steeling his resolve, he decided to risk everything, combining all his strength into this final strike.
He let out an earth-shattering roar, a sound so loud it pierced through the silent snow night, making the surrounding air tremble.
His figure was like a fierce tiger, charging towards Qi izhen with an unstoppable montum, breaking through everything, with his saber raised high, filled with boundless killing intent.
Seeing this, Qi izhen’s eyes flashed with a hint of seriousness. Just as Liang Shouluo’s blade was about to touch her, Qi izhen suddenly vanished like a phantom from her original spot. Liang Shouluo’s attack missed, and due to exerting too much force, he lost his balance and staggered forward a few steps.
A trace of panic appeared on his face, not giving him ti to react.
At that critical mont, Qi izhen launched a lightning-fast attack from behind him.
Her Miao Saber was raised high, its blade shimring with a cold light, carrying imnse force and a resolute aura as it swung down ruthlessly.
"Crack!" A crisp and loud sound pierced through the long snow night, as if a thunderclap exploded beside the ear.
Liang Shouluo only felt a colossal force surging, engulfing him.
Under the impact of this force, his body was neatly split in two. The two halves of his corpse flew through the air like cut strings, tracing two eerie arcs before crashing heavily to the ground, scattering snowflakes everywhere.
Suddenly, "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong let out a loud roar, his voice like a bell, with a sonic wave that seed to shatter the air around.
His Inner Strength surged wildly, continuously gathering in his palms, which instantly swelled like two towering mountains, wrapped with imnse power, pressing down toward Shi Maoyan like Mount Tai.
Wherever this power passed, the air seed to be fiercely compressed by an invisible giant hand, emitting a "sizzling" sharp sound.
Shi Maoyan saw this, and his originally calm face changed slightly, a trace of panic flashing through his eyes. He knew well the power of this strike and dare not take it head-on, so he quickly sidestepped his body. In that flash of lightning, he narrowly avoided the fatal blow.
However, even so, Wu Zhong’s fierce palm wind still ripped through his sleeve with a "ripping" sound, exposing the sturdy and vein-strewn arm beneath.
Shi Maoyan felt a twinge of fear in his heart, clearly realizing that Wu Zhong’s Inner Power was beyond imagination. If he continued to remain passive and take blows, he feared he couldn’t hold for long. So he quickly decided to retreat, his feet moving swiftly on the ground, producing a "swish" sound.
At the sa ti, his hands rapidly ford seals before his chest, his ten fingers nimbly dancing, reciting incantations to prepare to use a mysterious and imnsely powerful secret technique of the Celestial Demon Sect. Wu Zhong wouldn’t let him succeed, his gaze as sharp as an eagle’s, closely watching Shi Maoyan’s every move.
As Shi Maoyan’s figure started to move, Wu Zhong followed closely like a black flash, shadowing his every step.
His palms raised high again, golden light blooming from his palms, accompanied by the sound of "whoosh," once again slashing towards Shi Maoyan with full force, seeming to completely hamr Shi Maoyan down here.
The fierce battle between the two instantly heated up again. Their palm winds were like two invisible blades, madly slicing through the surrounding air, emitting a "hissing" sound, tearing the air apart.
Snowflakes floated down all around and under the influence of the strong palm winds, they began to fly about wildly. So snowflakes were even shredded into tiny ice shards by the palm winds, scattering with "snap, crackle, pop" sounds, forming a bizarre and shocking sight.
At this mont, Shi Maoyan finally completed his incantation.
In an instant, a thick, ink-like black mist surged around him, wrapping his entire being in it, making him look mysterious and unpredictable, like a Demon God erging from the Hell Abyss.
Shi Maoyan swung his hands abruptly, shouting "Go!" The black mist instantly transford into countless sharp black blades, shooting toward Wu Zhong with a piercing whistle, and wherever these blades passed, it seed to carve black fissures in the air.
Wu Zhong, seeing this, rely snorted disdainfully, his voice low and contemptuous.
His figure did not retreat but advanced, courageously eting the black blades head-on. His palms moved quickly, and with each motion, golden light swirled up, rapidly condensing into an indestructible golden Qi Wall.
"Bang, bang, bang," those black blades collided with the golden Qi Wall, emitting a series of muffled yet thundering sounds, with sparks flying all around.
The golden Qi Wall and black mist clashed madly in the air, their powerful forces colliding, triggering violent explosions.
"Boom, boom, boom," the loud noise rolled in like thunder from the horizon, shaking the ground around into a subtle tremor.
The battle between the two grew ever fiercer, the surrounding snowflakes at the impact of the powerful forces tossed around by an invisible giant hand, scattering in all directions. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and brimstone, filled with a deadly aura.
Suddenly, a look of grim determination flashed in Shi Maoyan’s eyes, his figure like a black lightning bolt, suddenly surged, pouncing directly toward Wu Zhong’s vital spot. His speed blindingly fast, bringing a "whoosh" of wind, seemingly aiming to pierce Wu Zhong in an instant.
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