King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 487 - 175: Hailong Duntun Turmoil: Fei Wenxing Decides Victory in Three Moves (Part 4)
At that time, Hu Ya, despite being a bandit, took great care of her and always asked about her well-being. But now, due to their different stances, for her beloved Shi Feiyang, to help the Imperial Court’s soldiers quell this rebellion that was causing havoc among the people, she had no choice but to resort to deception and betray Hu Ya.
At this moment, facing Hu Ya’s angry rebuke, guilt and sadness overwhelmed her like a tide, leaving her feeling utterly bitter yet helpless.
Soon, a hint of resolve flashed in Bai Zhi’s eyes, like a lightning bolt across a cold night.
She bit down hard on her lips, leaving a shallow blood mark on her lower lip, then angrily reprimanded, "Hu Ya, you must not be foolish any longer! You assist these rebels in committing atrocities, disturbing the peace of the people. Now the Imperial Court has sent a righteous army to quell the rebellion, in accordance with the people’s will. If you can rein in your horse from the precipice and lay down your murderous weapons, there’s still a glimmer of hope for survival. Why struggle in vain and resist to the bitter end?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
The Miao Village Saintess saw this and her beautiful eyes opened wide, letting out a delicate shout.
This delicate shout was crisp and loud, yet carried an undeniable momentum, as if a phoenix’s cry resounded in the nine heavens.
Her figure, like a stunning colorful illusion, wrapped in a fierce wind, rushed swiftly towards Hu Ya.
The Miao Saber in her hand gleamed with a cold light, quickly swirling in the air, displaying the ultimate technique of the Miao Family’s saber skills.
Her movements were agile, the saber light gleaming fiercely; sometimes leaping high, the long saber slashing down with the momentum of ’Mountain-Splitting Rock-Breaking’; at other times spinning sideways, the Miao Saber cutting horizontally like a black lightning bolt; and yet other times twisting her wrist, the Miao Saber darting out like a Spiritual Snake from its hole, straight at Hu Ya’s throat.
Each slash was aggressive, each saber targeting Hu Ya’s vital points relentlessly, the chilling air making one’s blood run cold.
Hu Ya snorted coldly, his expression stern yet unhurried.
The aura around him surged like a roaring tide, a faint golden light flickering on his skin, clearly having pushed the power of "Thunder God’s Divine Fist" to the extreme. His fists carried the sound of whistling wind, each punch thrown as if a cannonball was launched from a cannon, full of immense force, crashing towards the Miao Village Saintess.
His fist wind was fierce, shadows overlapping, intertwined with the saber light of the Miao Village Saintess. The collision of fist wind and saber energy created a loud and muffled "bang bang" sound, akin to the dull sound of drums in battle, sparks flying like brilliant fireworks bursting in the night sky.
Their figures flickered and intertwined like apparitions, advancing and retreating, neither giving way, difficult to distinguish who had the upper hand for a moment.
The brief discord between them instantaneously plunged the entire battlefield into a hell of ferocious fighting.
Shouts for killing and the clash of weapons intertwined, reverberating deafeningly, as if ready to tear apart the quiet night sky.
The Vice Village Chief of "Thunder God Stronghold" Miao Ji was tall and sturdy, like an unshakable mountain towering aloft.
His broad shoulders seemed capable of carrying the heavens, his thick arms appeared able to snap giant trees.
At this moment, he tightly grasped an immensely thick Wolf Fang Club, the club filled with sharp spikes, flickering a chilling cold light in the dim yellow light, resembling countless cold eyes staring at prey.
Miao Ji let out an earth-shattering roar, voice like a bell, seemingly erupting directly from his chest, causing the surrounding air to vibrate. He displayed the "Poison Dragon Frenzied Dance" move, the Wolf Fang Club in his hand spun at an astonishing speed, quick enough to dazzle the eyes, seen only as a blurry black shadow.
The club swept up a strong whistling wind, like a hidden poison dragon in the darkness roaring angrily, carrying a rolling dark wind, and sweeping towards the surroundings. As the Wolf Fang Club danced, the air filled with a nauseating dark green toxic gas.
The toxic gas spread slowly like dense smoke, dizzying and nauseating, almost causing vomiting.
Jin Liufu, the "Water Dragon", witnessing this scene, cried out inwardly, feeling bad, not daring to have the slightest negligence. He hurriedly employed "Golden Swan Technique", in an instant, his figure became light as a swallow, his toes gently touched the ground, soaring like a feather.
The long saber in his hand "swooshed" out of its sheath, the blade gleaming like a shimmering autumn water.
He displayed the "Eight Trigrams Body-Traveling Saber Technique", his entire person swiftly maneuvering around Miao Ji, his figure looking ghostly and unpredictable.
Sometimes attacking from the left, his long saber carried a fierce force, slashing at Miao Ji like lightning; other times launching a surprise attack from the right, saber light flashing, pressing directly toward Miao Ji’s waist. His saber technique was bizarrely varied, attacking Miao Ji from every cunning and peculiar angle, the flashing saber light leaving defense challenging.
Miao Ji swung the Wolf Fang Club, forcefully blocking. The collision of the Wolf Fang Club and the long saber emitted a deafening "clang clang" sound, akin to the roar of clashing metal, sparks flying like a string of dazzling fireworks.
They advanced and retreated, locked in fierce combat, the ground around them shaken by their powerful Inner Strength, dust flying, stones splashing.
The Vice Village Chief of "Thunder God Stronghold", Black Tiger, was agile and swift, resembling a leopard weaving effortlessly through a dense forest, fierce and incomparable.
His movements were light and rapid, each step silent yet carrying a deadly menace.
Currently, he tightly grasped a pair of Tiger-head Hooks, the hooks polished to a radiant brightness, flashing a chilling gleam in the dim light, exuding a potent deadly intent. Black Tiger shouted aloud, voice like a tiger’s roar, executing the "Black Tiger Heart Strike" move.
