King of Hundred Victories Saber

Looking at the blade again, it was scorched black, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of melting metal.

Venerable Poison Dragon saw the situation, and commanded the giant serpent to pounce again.

Jiang Huotian drew a soft whip from his waist, the tip wrapped around the serpent’s jaw, and shouted, ”Come down for me!” Lu Dechu, who now had a free hand, took the opportunity to swing a bronze wine gourd heavily against the serpent’s body.

The giant serpent, in pain, frantically twisted its body, knocking the surrounding disciples from the Western Regions off their feet.

Gongsun Ren’s Wu Yue Hooks weren’t idle either, targeting Xuanming Right Elder’s weaknesses, forcing the opponent to split his attention.

Yang Feng regrouped, his saber turned into a curtain of blades, displaying the Cao Bang’s ultimate technique, ”Mountain-Cracking Saber Style.”

The saber light was like snow, fiercely colliding with the Red Sun Palm Force of the Western Regions’ experts.

Every exchange caused the ground to tremble slightly, and shards of stone to fly.

Jiang Huotian maneuvered around the serpent, thrusting the forked iron pole at its vital spots. The serpent’s body was soon riddled with bloody holes, and stinking blood continually dripped down. Seeing the situation was unfavorable, Xuanming Right Elder suddenly let out a long howl.

Venerable Poison Dragon understood and formed hand seals, causing the giant serpent to emit a strange red glow. Its massive mouth opened wide, spouting a mist more potent than before. Wherever the mist touched, grass and wood withered instantly, and the bluestone ground hissed.

Qi Meizhen saw it clearly from the high platform and shouted, ”Change the formation!”

Three thousand Cao Bang disciples shouted in unison, and the Miao Blade Array changed instantly.

The disciples in the front row raised their Miao Blades diagonally, forming an impenetrable wall of blades; the rear row disciples threw their Miao Blades, shooting at the enemies like meteors.

The blade light surged like waves, layer upon layer, colliding with the weapons of those from the Western Regions, sparks flying everywhere, and the sound of battle echoed through the valley.

Yang Feng’s saber finally found an opening, slicing the shoulder of a Western Regions expert, and blood splattered.

Jiang Huotian seized the moment, driving the forked iron pole straight into the serpent’s heart. The serpent let out an earth-shattering wail, its massive body falling with a crash, scattering a rain of blood. Gongsun Ren was not to be outdone, his Wu Yue Hooks wrapped around Xuanming Right Elder’s wrist, tearing off a chunk of flesh with great force.

The fierce battle became even more brutal, the water of the Sword Pool was dyed crimson with blood, and corpses floated thickly.

Yet the Cao Bang disciples did not retreat, with only one belief in their hearts: to protect Jiangnan Cao Bang, to defend their homeland.

The Huqiu Sword Pool in the wake of awakening was like a boiling furnace, with dark red bloody water swirling around with fragments of flesh. Xuanming Elders’ white hair moved without wind, Elder Zuo’s Profound Iron Judge’s Brush lightly tapped the ground, while Elder You’s Duster drew a half-black moon, and Kunlun Sect’s ultimate technique, ”Profound Nether Divine Palm,” carrying the Thousand-year Profound Ice Qi, crashed down.

In an instant, the air within ten paces thickened, ice crystals formed on the Miao Blades of the Cao Bang disciples, and their exhaled breath turned into ice beads in the air.

”Gang Leader, be careful!” Jiang Huotian’s forked iron pole had just blocked a Bone-Piercing Awl from a Western Regions expert when he felt cold air climbing up his arm through the weapon, and his entire right arm lost feeling in an instant.

Qi Meizhen bit her silver teeth tightly, the cold sweat under the Golden Armor at her waist crystallizing into ice shards.

She suddenly drew the Cold Moon Saber, its blade shimmering with icy blue light clashing with the surrounding white mist, dispersing the cold within a three-foot radius.

”Cao Bang brothers, today is a battle of life and death! If we want to maintain the dignity of our lives, we must kill! Brothers, kill!” The Cold Moon Saber’s unsheathing sound was like a dragon’s roar, and with a delicate shout from Qi Meizhen, she tapped her toe on the ground and leaped into the air, the hem of her dress fluttering as she unleashed ”Cold Star Shining Night” from the ”Miao Blade Armor-Breaking Seventeen Forms.”

The saber light cut through the night sky like a meteor, striking precisely on Elder Zuo’s Ice Silkworm Silk.

Forged from fine steel, the Ice Silkworm Silk snapped like dry twigs, and in his shock, Elder Zuo hastily drew the ”Kunlun Thirteen Forms” for defense, only to see the Cold Moon Saber slice half an inch deep into the brush handle.

Elder You’s poison needles rained down, but Qi Meizhen spun and landed, her blade forming florets of saber light.

The move ”Rain Strikes Withered Lotus” was executed perfectly, the poison needles rebounded off the saber’s back, shooting into the throats of the Western Regions disciples behind her.

She advanced with sudden steps upon the ice-littered ground, the Cold Moon Saber suddenly switched moves, executing ”Armor-Breaking Form” directly at Elder You’s face.

The bronze ghost mask shattered with a clang, and in haste, Elder You struck out with the Profound Nether Divine Palm, both forces of Inner Strength clashing, causing a wave that raised a three-zhang high ice wall over the surface of the Sword Pool. Qi Meizhen, having consumed Xu Fu Immortal Pill, was unaffected by the cold of the Xuanming Elders’ Profound Ice Qi.

In the chaos, Lu Dechu’s bronze wine gourd collided with Venerable Poison Dragon’s Wolf Fang Club.

Lu Dechu staggered back three steps from the shock, but seized the chance to spray a mouthful of strong liquor: ”Taste Grandpa’s ’Drunken Eight Immortals’!”

The liquor mixed with Inner Strength shot at Venerable Poison Dragon’s face like steel beads.

That villain cackled, opening his mouth to swallow the liquor, then backhanding a strike with the ”Poison Dragon Heart-Piercing Palm.”

Lu Dechu felt as though his chest was bitten by a venomous serpent, a sweetness rose in his throat, and he spat out blood mixed with the liquor.

Yang Feng’s Ghost Ring Saber danced impenetrably, yet was suppressed by the Red Sun Palm Force of the three Western Regions masters, forcing him to retreat step by step. Sparks flew where the saber collided with the Red Sun Palm, and the blade gradually twisted and deformed.

”Cyan-faced Beast” Yang Feng roared in anger, suddenly abandoning his saber for his palms, unleashing the long-lost Cao Bang technique ”Water Dragon Eighteen Waves.”

The instant his palms struck, the air erupted with a bang, causing the chest of the Western Regions expert to cave in, and the blood mist he spouted congealed into crimson ice crystals in the air.

Qi Meizhen’s Cold Moon Saber was stained a purple color from blood, the green stains and blood on the Golden Armor interwoven.

She pinpointed the flaw between the Xuanming Elders’ moves, suddenly leaping high, the Cold Moon Saber pointed skyward: ”Watch the saber!”

This move, ”Moon Falls on the Long River,” is the essence of the Miao Blade Armor-Breaking Array, its saber light pouring down like the Milky Way, splitting the Xuanming Elders’ palm force with a crack. Elder Zuo’s white hair was cut off by the saber’s wind, and Elder You’s Duster was slashed into several pieces.