King of Hundred Victories Saber

While sealing acupoints, she giggled and said, ”Shi Feiyang, you little scourge, taste the power of my Seven Fiends Pulse-Sealing Technique and my poison needles. Let’s see how you can still resist. Today your life ends here, hee hee hee!”

As soon as she finished, her wrist flicked and several poison needles shot toward all the acupoints on Shi Feiyang’s body like Hidden Weapons, each needle carrying her vicious Inner Strength, venomous to the extreme and impossible to guard against.

The three of them once again tightly surrounded Shi Feiyang. In an instant, saber light and sword shadows flashed, palm winds howled, and the shouts of killing thundered in the ears.

Shi Feiyang stood in the encirclement of the three, yet his expression remained calm and unruffled. He sped up the circulation of the Bright Jade Technique, True Qi surging all over his body, forming a powerful vortex of True Qi. Facing this soul-stirring life-and-death duel.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly in a confident smile as he said loudly, ”Just you three, and you think you can take my life? Today I’ll let you know that I, Shi Feiyang, have roamed the Jianghu for many years—how could I fear the likes of you petty curs!”

After doing his utmost to treat Shi Xiong, Xie Wen was full of worry. He carefully carried Shi Xiong to the baggage train guarded by ninety Guards.

He gently laid Shi Xiong down on the baggage, eyes brimming with boundless concern, and said in a low voice, ”Brother Shi Xiong, rest easy and tend to your wounds. I am here.”

Right after, Xie Wen took a deep breath, stirred the True Qi in his body, and his figure turned ghostly as he unleashed the unfathomable Feixu Qingyan Technique. In an instant, his whole being became like a black phantom, wrapped in a razor-sharp momentum, and he plunged straight into the midst of the enemy horde. His heart was set on the most endangered Xiao Lingling, and he thought to himself, ”Sister Xiao must be in peril at this very moment. I must rush over to rescue her!”

Thus his feet did not pause as he dashed in the direction of Xiao Lingling, his figure like lightning, as if a streak of black radiance slashing across this carnage-filled battlefield.

Relying on his superb Lightweight Technique, Xie Wen’s figure was as nimble as a quicksilver civet, weaving freely through the enemies.

From time to time he flung out the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net. The net bloomed like a white flower, shining with an eerie gleam under the sunlight, and in an instant it enveloped a Daoist.

He channeled strength into a yank and shouted, ”Get over here!” dragging that Daoist up into midair.

Immediately after, the short blade in his hand shot out like a viper leaving its lair, carrying a biting cold light as it stabbed viciously.

The Daoist ensnared in the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net was instantly riddled with bleeding holes, letting out a blood-curdling scream. That cry was like a night owl’s wail, echoing through this blood-soaked heaven and earth, chilling the soul.

Moments later, the Daoist breathed his last; his body fell like a torn sack, crashing heavily onto the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Thus Xie Wen successfully broke one Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Array. He rejoiced inwardly: ”So this Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Array is merely thus. Watch how I slaughter every last one of these fiends today!”

At this moment, Xiao Lingling was covered in sword wounds, her clothes in tatters, hair disheveled, yet her fighting spirit still burned high, like a steely rose standing proud amidst a raging storm.

Seeing Xie Wen break the array and charge in, her spirits soared. Her beautiful eyes widened as she gripped her pair of long and short blades and snapped at those Daoists, ”Stinking Daoists, you dare provoke your granny? Hmph! You’re simply tired of living. Today I’ll let you see what your granny can do!”

She unleashed the Seven Fiend Saber technique, her Dual Blades dancing up and down, cold light flashing, like two agile and lethal silver serpents, leaving trails of icy radiance in the air. Every slash carried a resolute momentum, hacking left and right. In an instant, several Daoists fell beneath her blades, blood spraying and dyeing the ground around them a vivid red.

She then leaped lightly into the battle circle of her husband Wu Zhong and called in a ringing voice, ”Husband, I’ve come to aid you!”

She and Wu Zhong fought shoulder to shoulder, joining forces to clash against another Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Array.

The couple coordinated seamlessly; Dual Blades and twin palms echoing one another. For a time they fought that Nine Palace Sword Array to a stalemate.

Wu Zhong shouted, ”Wife, today we’ll slaughter these villains till not a scrap of armor remains!”

Xiao Lingling giggled and said, ”Exactly, husband, watch how we as man and wife shatter this Sword Array!”

Xie Wen moved freely through the enemy ranks as if no one were there. Seizing a perfect opening, he slipped in behind a Daoist.

His gaze was icy, like a deep pool on a winter night. With a swipe of the short blade in his hand, the Daoist’s throat was cut open. Blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing all over Xie Wen.

Xie Wen was like a nimble swallow darting about, slipping unimpeded through this chaotic, blood-soaked scene.

He twisted his body and once more executed the exquisite Feixu Qingyan Technique. His movements were light and graceful, like an immortal dancing in midair, yet beneath this seeming elegance lurked lethal menace.

He deftly dodged left and right, like a fish swimming through water, slipping past several Daoists’ vicious Long Sword attacks. Those Daoists’ sword moves were ruthless and tricky, sword winds howling, yet every strike was evaded by Xie Wen.

Xie Wen’s Feixu Qingyan Technique was truly too profound and mysterious.

Next, his eyes turned falcon-sharp, locking onto a Daoist as he thought, ”It’ll be you!”

His figure flashed forward like lightning, the short blade in his hand becoming a streak of black lightning driving straight for the man’s heart. The Daoist did not even have time to react before he was slain by Xie Wen, crashing to the ground as blood gushed out, quickly soaking the grass in a patch of dark Yanhong.

By now this stretch of heaven and earth was already a complete shambles, corpses strewn everywhere, severed limbs scattered about. Blood flowed unchecked, dyeing the earth a shocking crimson, and even the ground was steeped in this reek of slaughter, weeping in silence.