The ethereal and elusive yet chilly music echoed from all directions. That music seed tangible, like countless invisible cold and sticky hands gently caressing everyone’s face, slowly penetrating their minds, attempting to disturb their thoughts and plunge them into endless terror and confusion.
Shi Feiyang’s expression was stern, with a flash of cold light in his eyes, he snorted coldly and unsheathes the Celestial Frost Blade without hesitation.
In an instant, under the blessing of the Bright Jade Technique, the Celestial Frost Blade emitted a crisp, cold brilliance, illuminating the surrounding area.
He mustered all his inner strength to perform the newly created poison-breaking triple saber moves, integrating the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.
The first move, "Three Forms of the Green Bag," Shi Feiyang rges himself into the universe, embodying the majesty of a tiger with an unstoppable saber montum, every swing carrying the aura of mountain-splitting rock-breaking; embodying the agility of a deer, his movents swift and graceful, the saber maneuvering as if a spiritual snake erging from its hole; embodying the stability of a bear, the force vigorous and heavy, the saber’s descent shaking the earth; embodying the agility of a monkey, his movents fast as lightning, the saber light flickering, dazzling to the eye; embodying the nimbleness of a bird, his form unpredictable, saber moves alternating between real and false, leaving foes defenseless.
This stance unleashed like a wild wind sweeping through, where it passed, the miasma was dispelled, Gu butterflies were sent flying, a surge of vitality spreading in the chaotic space.
The second move, "Seven Fiends Heart-Burning Slash," Shi Feiyang’s expression turned solemn, his inner strength raging like a tidal wave.
When facing the enemy’s toxic attack, he skillfully manipulated the Bright Jade Technique, using himself as a lead to draw the enemy’s toxins like threads, rging them into the saber energy.
The saber light flickered, a saber energy roared out carrying eerie black flas.
The black flas seed like the Seven Evils Star descending to the world, carrying a destructive force right towards the enemy’s heart.
The afflicted not only suffered saber wounds, but the toxic energy quickly spread within like a raging flood, instantly burning the heart and corroding the bones, they scread in agony, as if demons possessed, rolling and struggling on the ground.
The third move, "Golden Silkworm Silk Rain Saber," the Celestial Frost Blade in Shi Feiyang’s hand glead brilliantly, the saber body radiating a dazzling golden light.
The light as fine as silkworm silk, yet imnsely resilient, like an indestructible golden shield.
Under the shroud of golden light, Gu butterflies fell like golden raindrops scattering, the scene grand yet eerie.
As Shi Feiyang danced, the golden light spread like fine silkworm silk, enveloping the surrounding enemies.
This layer of light easily deflected the Gu butterfly’s attacks, once the Gu butterfly touched it, it was like hitting a sharp blade, instantly sliced apart. Jiangnan Cao Bang Gang Leader Qi izhen saw the crisis looming, she swiftly cald down, her eyes blazing as she loudly shouted, "Steady people, stand according to the formation, protect your heart ridian!"
While shouting, she quickly adjusted the formation, organizing the heroes into an improved Mandarin Duck Array.
Under her command, everyone closely coordinated and responded to each other, their weapons gleaming with cold light, forming an indestructible defensive line, temporarily withstanding the frantic attacks of Gu butterflies and Phantom Sounds.
Gong Sing was also unwilling to be outdone. With her beautiful eyes containing nace, she swiftly took out a pipa and sat down on the ground.
As a maid from Divine Water Palace, the pipa she usually played elegant music on was never expected to play such a crucial role in a place fraught with danger today. Her jade fingers lightly plucked, playing an intense battle song.
The pipa sound was crisp and pleasant, like a clear spring, flowing and weaving through the eerie and oppressive miasma.
The music carried a magical power, gradually dispelling the clouds of fear and illusion hovering in everyone’s hearts.
With the sound of the pipa, the killing formation of the Phantom Sound Workshop began to show flaws, becoming chaotic from its forr orderly state, even the Seven-Colored Gu Butterfly seed to be suppressed by so powerful force, its once vibrant wings becoming heavy, falling to the ground one by one.
Mingjian Manor Manor Master Dugu Yan, with eyes as sharp as a hawk, stared intently at Gong Sing playing the pipa.
The intense pipa sound, like sharp blades, continuously ripping apart his side’s defense lines, causing a significant threat to his side.
He was inwardly enraged, his eyes flashed fiercely, akin to cold stars twinkling in the dark night.
Suddenly, he shook his arm, with a "clang," the long sword was drawn, its blade emitted a four-directional cold light the instant it was unsheathed, like a silver light tearing through the dim heavens and earth, srizing to behold.
He lightly tapped the ground with his toes, his form like a black storm, rising swiftly, fiercely darting towards Gong Sing, his long sword in hand shining with icy killing intent, straight towards Gong Sing’s throat.
The fierce sword montum carried endless power, as if instantly tearing the air, making a sharp whistling sound.
Yili was already like a vigilant leopard, constantly watching the changes in the surrounding situation.
Detecting the approaching danger, her beautiful eyes widened instantly, her pupils flashing with resolute light, like brilliant stars in the night sky.
She uttered a sharp cry, her voice like a yellow warbler erging from the valley, yet carrying undeniable authority.
She swiftly grasped her sword, flicking her wrist lightly, displaying the "Cloud Mist Swordsmanship" of Hengshan Sect.
At this mont, Yili was dressed in a moon-white long dress, the hem fluttering in the wind, resembling the clouds on the horizon, like a fairy descending, beautiful yet transcendental. At this mont, her expression was stern like a millennium-old iceberg, her gaze resolute, nothing in the world could shake her resolve. She blocked horizontally with her sword, her movents smooth and natural, seamlessly executed.
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