King of Hundred Victories Saber

Suddenly, Li Haiqing’s body came to an abrupt halt as he keenly caught the fleeting flaw in Wu Zhong’s offensive.

In that instant, the True Qi within him surged like a turbulent wave, bursting forth. Accompanied by a roar, his right fist, carrying the weight of a thousand tons, shot straight towards Wu Zhong’s chest like a cannonball.

However, all of this was within Wu Zhong’s calculations. This flaw was nothing more than a carefully set trap to lure Li Haiqing in.

Wu Zhong’s figure moved like a ghost, easily avoiding Li Haiqing’s deadly strike. At the same time, he swiftly turned and launched a palm strike, ”whoosh,” with a whistling sound like a sharp blade aiming for Li Haiqing’s back.

Li Haiqing’s reaction was incredibly swift. At this critical juncture, he twisted his waist like a spring, using his arm to block with all his might.

”Bang!” Even so, he was still struck by Wu Zhong’s palm, feeling a powerful force instantly spread throughout his body. His blood and Qi surged violently like a raging tide, and his face turned as pale as paper, devoid of any color.

Li Haiqing’s heart suddenly gave a jolt, knowing full well he was at a disadvantage.

If he continued like this in a disorderly entanglement, defeat was certain with no possibility of reversal.

Thus, he took a deep breath, ”whoosh,” trying to calm his surging blood and Qi. A trace of resolute determination flashed in his eyes as he decided to give it his all in a desperate gamble. In that moment, Li Haiqing suddenly leaped up, ”whoosh,” like a ferocious leopard ready to pounce, lunging at Wu Zhong without any reservation.

His punches became sharper and sharper, with each punch accompanied by the ”whoosh” of the wind.

Seeing this, Wu Zhong’s expression turned serious, not daring to underestimate him in the slightest. Both of his palms swung rapidly, creating gusts of wind as he fully focused on confronting Li Haiqing’s frenzied attacks. Wu Zhong and Li Haiqing once again plunged into an intense clash, fist winds and palm shadows intertwining, with Qi force spreading all around, causing the air to hum and buzz. Gradually, Li Haiqing’s attacks grew fiercer, each punch gathering all his strength. His eyes reddened, roaring, trying to overpower Wu Zhong with this overwhelming offensive.

However, Wu Zhong was like a nimble fish in water, slipping away from his grasp. Every time Li Haiqing’s fist was about to hit him, Wu Zhong would ingeniously dodge and launch a precise counterattack.

Their stamina was gradually depleting in this high-intensity battle, their breathing growing more rapid, and sweat pouring from their foreheads like rain.

Li Haiqing understood that he had no retreat; only by going all out could he have a chance of defeating his opponent in this life-and-death struggle and seeking a glimmer of life. Suddenly, Li Haiqing let out a deafening roar, ”ah—”, and his body rocketed up like a cannonball, charging towards Wu Zhong with blinding speed.

With this strike, he gathered all his strength, pushing his potential to the limit, attempting to defeat the opponent before him in one blow.

Seeing this, Wu Zhong’s expression turned solemn, not daring to slack off in the slightest. He brought his palms together, with the True Qi within him surging like a torrential river, ”hmph!” With a muffled grunt, he met Li Haiqing’s deadly blow head-on.

”Boom boom!” The fists and palms collided fiercely in mid-air, erupting with a deafening explosion, as if two massive bombs had detonated simultaneously. A thick cloud of dust and the ripple of True Qi filled the air, blurring the sight, making it difficult to see the two figures clearly.

The sound of fist winds whistled, ”whoosh whoosh,” and the constant clashing of True Qi crackled incessantly in the ears.

Every clash between Li Haiqing and Wu Zhong was as shocking as mountains collapsing and the earth cracking, the ground around them shattered into pieces, with cracks spreading like a spider’s web. Both displayed expressions interwoven with pain and determination, each pushing their limits, challenging each other’s extremes.

However, because of the previous injuries inflicted by Wu Zhong, Li Haiqing’s body’s endurance was gradually reaching its limit, becoming increasingly inferior to Wu Zhong. Each repulse made Li Haiqing distinctly feel his blood and Qi surging like raging tides within, as if his internal organs were shifting, the excruciating pain almost unbearable.

His breathing also became rapid and heavy, ”huff huff,” with each breath like a strenuous struggle.

Yet, even in this dire situation, there wasn’t a hint of retreat in Li Haiqing’s eyes.

He gritted his teeth, ”creak creak,” gathering all his strength once more, launching a fierce attack at Wu Zhong.

Wu Zhong’s expression was serious, deeply sensing Li Haiqing’s unyielding spirit, compelling him to also give his all, not daring to be careless. But suddenly, with a ”wow,” Li Haiqing could no longer hold back, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. His body swayed, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.

Wu Zhong seized the opportunity, unleashing a move ”Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain,” ”whoosh,” swinging his palm towards Li Haiqing. The wind from his palm howled, carrying boundless might, intending to destroy everything in sight.

However, at this critical moment, a trace of resolve flashed in Li Haiqing’s eyes.

He clenched his teeth, enduring the pain, feeling as if a force was surging within him.

With a sudden flick of his body, ”whoosh,” he managed to dodge Wu Zhong’s palm with incredible speed. At the same time, he countered with a reverse punch, aiming at Wu Zhong’s chest. This punch gathered all his strength, carrying the sound of ”breaking wind,” with an astonishing momentum.

Wu Zhong didn’t expect Li Haiqing to have this move, and in a hurry, he could only use his arm to block.

”Bang!” A giant force came forth immediately, causing his whole body to involuntarily retreat a few steps, leaving several deep footprints on the ground. However, Li Haiqing’s all-out strike exhausted his power, leaving his body limp and about to collapse.

Wu Zhong saw this and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he swung his palms to strike.

”Crack! Ah!” The sound of breaking bones rang out, Li Haiqing’s ribs fractured, scapula cracked, and he let out a series of wretched screams, collapsing onto the ground. Lying on the ground, he spat out blood, and in a short while, his hands fell limp, dying with his eyes closed, full of hatred.

The Hall Master of the Zhuwan Hall in the Cyan Simurgh Palace and the Sect Leader of the Spirit Dog Fist Sect, Li Tianluo, unleashed his sect’s unique skill, the Spirit Dog Fist. ”Woof woof woof!” Accompanied by fierce barking, he charged at Xiao Lingling like a raging wild dog, baring his teeth and claws. His fists attacked like a storm, opening his mouth as if to bite his opponent, fully displaying the fierceness and wildness of the Spirit Dog Fist.

Meanwhile, Xiao Lingling held a pair of dual blades, her movements as nimble as a swallow weaving through the forest, ”Swish—swish—”, her blades crafted a densely woven net, skillfully evading Li Tianluo’s fierce onslaught.

Every time Xiao Lingling’s dual blades collided with Li Tianluo’s fist wind, a crisp metallic clash sounded, ”Ding ding dang dang”, sparks flying, creating an extraordinarily intense scene.

Li Tianluo grew more courageous as the battle wore on, gradually unleashing the power of the Spirit Dog Fist, the fist wind howled, ”Whoosh whoosh”, as if he had transformed into a ferocious spirit dog, sworn to tear Xiao Lingling to pieces.

However, despite her grave expression, Xiao Lingling’s eyes sparkled with an unyielding light, constantly adjusting her breathing, ”Hu—xi—”, maintaining inner calm, her dual blades moving with increasing speed, every move imbued with lethal intent.

The disciples of Li Haiqing, the Sect Leader of the Illusion Sea Fist, and Li Tianluo, the Sect Leader of the Spirit Dog Fist, each swung their fists and grasped their blades, shouting ”Kill!” as they lunged at Xiang Kun.

Xiang Kun held an iron flute, thumb pressing a mechanism, ”Swish! Swish! Swish!” three extremely thin short arrows shot out. ”Ah!” Of the dozen men charging, instantly three were hit in the throat, chest, and left eye, letting out wretched screams before falling dead in a spray of blood.

Xiang Kun seized the opportunity, wielding the iron flute, utilizing the Celestial Spirit Acupoint Technique, his figure flickered, ”Swish”, darting into the enemy ranks, deftly tapping with the flute, left and right, hitting above and below, wherever he went, his enemies were struck, either acupoints sealed immobilizing them or collapsing from great pain, emitting a series of screams.

Seeing this, Li Xiaolin, son of Li Tianluo, the Sect Leader of the Spirit Dog Fist, shouted angrily, ”Roar!” and leaped up like a furious spirit dog, his fists whistling as he aimed straight for Xiang Kun’s back.

Xiang Kun, discerning positions by the sound of wind, sidestepped, reversely swinging the iron flute, with a ”Ding” sound, deflecting Li Xiaolin’s heavy punch.

Unwilling to be outdone, Li Jinming, son of Li Haiqing, the Sect Leader of the Illusion Sea Fist, moved like a phantom, ”Swosh—swosh—”, one punch after another, layered fist shadows directly targeting Xiang Kun’s vital points.

Xiang Kun responded calmly, his iron flute twirling, sometimes forming a shield in defense, ”Clang clang”, sometimes turning into a sharp sword in attack, ”Whew whew”, a fierce wind rising, momentarily the three were locked in a stalemate.

Gong Simeng leaned against Shi Feiyang’s back, inadvertently admiring: Brother Shi indeed possesses outstanding leadership, able to attract numerous Martial Arts experts. Iron Palm Wu Zhong, Mandarin Duck Saber Xiao Lingling, Scholar with the Iron Flute Xiang Kun, each of them excels in martial arts and can independently uphold the situation, which is truly commendable.

In the fierce fight with Qiu Yanhong, Shi Feiyang suddenly saw Qiu Yanhong soar into the air, executing the strongest move from the Profound Ice Swordsmanship, ”Profound Ice Shattering Star”. ”Swish!” The sword light streaked through the night sky like a meteor, carrying supreme power and speed, breaking through the vortex formed by Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique, directly thrusting at Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang gave a disdainful smile: ”Profound Ice Swordsmanship, is just so!” With a chuckle, he grasped the Myanmar Saber tightly, performing the killing move ”Heaven and Earth Longevity” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. ”Whirr—” The Myanmar Saber created a dazzling saber light in the air, clashing fiercely with Qiu Yanhong’s sword light.

Instantly, sword light and saber light intertwined, producing a deafening roar, ”Boom!” The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, forming ripples visible to the naked eye. The two mighty forces clashed intensely, making the surrounding space tremble, causing the stones on the ground to be lifted and to fall heavily once more.

Qiu Yanhong took a deep breath, adjusting her inner breath, and attacked again, her sword light sparkling like ice crystals, ”Swish swish swish!” Each move and strike contained extreme coldness, as if trying to freeze the very space itself.

Simultaneously, Shi Feiyang’s inner True Qi of the Muscle-Tendon Changing and Bright Jade Technique erupted, a powerful coldness expanding from him in all directions.

This coldness differed from Qiu Yanhong’s Profound Ice Qi, it was deeper, colder, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell. Under this coldness’s shroud, the surrounding moisture quickly condensed into ice, cracking ”Kaka” sounds were heard.

Seizing the opportunity, Shi Feiyang used the Bright Jade Technique’s mysterious ability to seal the opponent’s acupoints with ice, a ghostly blue light shot towards Qiu Yanhong as he waved his palm. Qiu Yanhong felt a powerful force envelop her, her body’s movement slowed, and her acupoints were sealed by a thick layer of ice, rendering her immobile.

Seizing the moment, Shi Feiyang swung his saber, the Myanmar Saber cutting with a fierce momentum, like a bolt of lightning towards Qiu Yanhong, with a whistling saber wind, ”Crack”, severing Qiu Yanhong’s right arm with one swift strike.

”Ah!” Qiu Yanhong let out a heart-rending scream as she fell defeated to the ground, her martial arts rendered useless, a life’s hard training turned to nothing.

”Palace Master!” The maids and samurai of the Cyan Simurgh Palace exclaimed, drawing their swords and swinging sabers, shouting ”Kill!” as they launched an attack on Shi Feiyang.