King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 469: Chapter 170: Battle Shadows of the Cold Night: The Legend of Qi Meizhen

The cold night was like a ferocious beast lurking in the dark abyss, menacingly enveloping Flying Tiger Pass with its claws and fangs.

Under the ink-colored sky, snowflakes fluttered down, like countless spirits draped in white feathered robes dancing in the deep night sky. They moved gracefully, yet seemed to carry some unknown mission.

However, behind this dreamlike snowy scene, a blood battle capable of changing the heavens and earth was quietly unfolding.

Atop the Flying Tiger Pass tower, the piercing cold wind howled like sharp blades, wildly threading through, causing the flags on the tower to flap fiercely. That sound was like the pounding of war drums, adding an exhilarating backdrop to this deadly battle.

The snowflakes, ravaged by the storm, lashed at people’s faces like arrows off the string, bringing sharp, penetrating pain as if the cold flakes could cut through skin. The snowfield beneath the tower was already deeply stained with layers of blood.

The scarlet blood intertwined and permeated with the white snow, depicting a ghastly scene, as if the earth silently lamented the brutality of this carnage. Qi Meizhen stood tall at the core of the tower in this icy world, much like a War God descending from the heavens.

Her eyes were like two clusters of fierce fire in the cold night, sparkling with a determined and ardent glow. A formidable aura of awe and an uneasy chill naturally emanated from her.

Relying on the solid foundation of the improved Miao Saber technique she had diligently studied and repeatedly honed, her creation of the ”Seventeen Armor-Breaking Styles” and ”Six Harmonies Saber Array” had long earned a renowned reputation in past battles, becoming an unmatched weapon of the Heroic Sakura Association to defeat enemies and conquer all obstacles.

At this moment, the Long Miao Saber in her hand emitted a cold light, as if a nimble silver snake wandering in the darkness, ready to strike and deliver a fatal blow to seize the enemy’s life.

In this epic and fierce showdown, Qi Meizhen’s three thousand disciples wielded the ”Seventeen Armor-Breaking Styles” and ”Six Harmonies Saber Array” with uniform precision.

Their movements were powerful and vigorous, each move infused with great force, seamlessly coordinating with each other as if sharing the same mind.

Where the saber light flashed, an indomitable and unbreakable iron fortress rose out of nothing, firmly repelling the enemy’s offensive.

Every stance and form of the ”Seventeen Armor-Breaking Styles” precisely aimed at the enemy’s vital parts. The fierce saber wind howled past as if it could tear through the air, producing a sharp, whistling sound; the ”Six Harmonies Saber Array” intricately connected everyone, forming an organically coordinated combat unit capable of attacking and defending, creating a seamless defense leaving the enemy no vulnerabilities to exploit.

The Heroic Sakura Association’s three thousand disciples combined the ”Seventeen Armor-Breaking Styles” and ”Six Harmonies Saber Array” like two closely intertwined dragons, engaging in a heaven-shaking, ghost-weeping ferocious blood battle against the ”Thunder Shocking Blade Array” evolved from the Tusi Bronze Drum Array.

Liang Shouluo’s ”Thunder Shocking Blade Array” included stealthy and vicious pirates. These pirates were like venomous snakes hidden in the darkness, waiting for an opportune moment to strike with ruthless decisiveness. However, facing the exquisite and versatile ”Seventeen Armor-Breaking Styles” and ”Six Harmonies Saber Array” of the Heroic Sakura Association’s disciples, their advantages were gradually worn away, and their disadvantages began to be exposed without reserve.

Two overwhelming forces collided fiercely on the snowfield, like two meteors from deep space crashing together with a world-destroying momentum, sending snowflakes swirling into the sky.

Each clash of saber against saber was accompanied by a crisp yet deafening sound, as if a roar from hell echoing in this quiet cold night prolonged, with unending reverberations.

The snowflakes were lifted by the aftermath of the heated battle, wildly dancing nonsensically in the air, resembling a group of white ghosts lost in direction, witnessing each moment of this brutal fight. In the ”Thunder Shock Blade Vehicle” of Liang Shouluo, the cries of those villains under the stormy attacks of Qi Meizhen’s disciples rose and fell constantly.

In the midst of the flashing saber light, flesh and blood scattered, and blood sprayed, spreading across the pristine snowfield like blooming sinister blood flowers, shocking to behold. Liang Shouluo saw his forces suffering heavy casualties, much like a crumbling tower about to collapse, filled with both shame and anger in his heart.

His eyes instantly filled with blood, turning scarlet, like a wild beast gone mad, losing all reason. He swung the Nine-Ring Miao Saber, which hid a poison sac, with all his fury and unwillingness, launching a frenzied attack on Qi Meizhen.

With the swing of the blade, faint green poison seeped out, shimmering with an eerie and dangerous glow in the dim light of the snowy night, much like a venomous snake’s tongue flicking, sending a cold shiver down one’s spine.

He let out an earth-shaking roar, the sword stance like a tiger descending a mountain, carrying the weight of a thousand jun, fiercely slashing toward Qi Meizhen, attempting to break through her defense, turn the tide, and salvage this impending defeat.

Faced with Liang Shouluo’s mad and fierce attack, Qi Meizhen remained calm, as if Mount Tai collapsed before her without changing her expression.

She wielded her Long Miao Saber with fierce speed, layers upon layers of saber images overlapping, resembling an impenetrable silver screen, blocking Liang Shouluo’s torrential attacks one by one.

The moment the swords clashed, a crisp sound echoed, akin to the cracking of hard ice in winter, exceptionally piercing in this eerily quiet night sky, as if to completely shatter the silence of this cold night.