King of Hundred Victories Saber

He immediately cast the ”Water Ghost Bewitching Spell,” muttering an incantation as rings of black ripples spread from the lake towards Shi Feiyang, intending to disturb his mind.

Shi Feiyang wielded the Celestial Frost Blade, engaging in an intense battle with Hu Jiehuai.

Blades and shadowy claws intertwined as they darted back and forth in the ice, each clash sending splashes of water and fragments of ice into the air.

Seizing the perfect moment, Shi Feiyang swung the Celestial Frost Blade fiercely, severing Hu Jiehuai’s hands.

Hu Jiehuai let out a scream, with blood gushing from his severed hands, forming a red mist in the water.

Shi Feiyang immediately followed with a kick to his chest, sending him flying.

Hu Jiehuai’s body struck the ice, causing it to shatter instantly. He sank to the lake’s bottom, struggling in futility, waving his now handless arms, until he finally went still. His body slowly became buried in the lakebed’s silt, leaving only a patch of dark red blood behind.

Gongsun Ren, wielding the Wu Yue Hooks, darted agilely through the water.

His Wu Yue Hooks glowed with a silvery light, each swing brimming with formidable power.

He, Yang Feng, and Xiang Kun worked in seamless coordination, fiercely combating the lackeys of the Shuiliang Gang. Yang Feng, with the Ghost Ring Saber, danced with his blade, creating splashes of blood that slowly spread in the icy lake water, resembling red flowers blooming.

Xiang Kun held an iron flute, playing an eerie melody that reverberated through the lake, unsettling the minds of their enemies, then swiftly striking to slay each one.

The lackeys fell one by one under their assault, some hooked by the Wu Yue Hooks, some cut down by the Ghost Ring Saber, and others pierced by the iron flute, their bodies littering the lake, the blood dyeing the water thicker, like a sea of blood.

In that instant, the lake shimmered with the glints of blades and swords, as the sounds of shouting and clashing weapons merged, echoing through the cold water.

The blood spread through the ice cracks, turning the entire lake a dark red, transforming this water realm into a blood-soaked Xiuluo Scene. Ice shards glistened chillingly amid the blood and floating corpses, along with scattered innards, composing a scene both tragic and terrifying.

The cold wind, sharp as a blade, swept wildly along the shore. Xie Zhichuan concealed himself in a black robe, his face covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes, which radiated madness, like two burning ghostly fires, casting an eerie glow in this icy world.

He gripped a long sword tightly, its dark blade exuding an icy aura, resembling a dormant, poised-to-strike venomous snake.

At this moment, Xie Zhichuan unleashed the ”Thirteen Life-taking Swords,” his figure ghostly as he charged towards Yili. The first sword, ”Sword Emerges to Seal Throat,” saw his form like a streak of black lightning, with the long sword tracing a straight, chilling arc in the air, directly stabbing at Yili’s throat.

The speed of his sword was so swift that even the air emitted a ”hiss” sound, as if the very space had been torn by the fierce strike.

Yili, noticing it, narrowed her eyes slightly yet remained utterly unflustered. Dressed in a moon-white brocade robe with intricately embroidered silver patterns on the hem, she resembled a snow lotus blooming on the ice plains, sacred and beautiful.

Her dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, casually hanging behind her, with a few strands lifted by the wind, enhancing her ethereal grace.

Yili lightly raised her jade-like hand, her long sword tracing a graceful arc, executing the ”Cloud and Mist Drift” move from the Cloud Swordsmanship.

Her figure was light and nimble, like a feather drifting in the wind. Her long sword seemed to swing casually yet precisely to block Xie Zhichuan’s deadly strike. When the two swords clashed, a crisp ”clang” resounded, sparks flying and glimmering coldly in the wind.

The scattered sparks in the darkness were like fireworks that burst briefly then fade, yet carried a deadly threat.

Having missed the first strike, Xie Zhichuan grunted coldly, twisting his form to follow with the second sword, ”Winds Return to Capture Moon.” His body spun rapidly in the air, with the long sword drawing a fierce whirlwind, resembling a crescent moon as it slashed towards Yili’s neck.

At this, Yili’s lips curled slightly, forming a confident smile.

This smile, on the icy battlefield, was like the warm sun of spring, yet it harbored boundless murderous intent. She lightly tapped the ground with her toes, her body like a white cloud blown by the wind, gracefully drifting to one side, while her long sword swung in a fluid motion to unleash the move ”Clouds Rise, Mistens”. The sword qi gleamed white like morning fog, instantly enveloping Xie Zhichuan, causing his sword technique to momentarily lose its target.