King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 563 - 190: Xu Gate Wan Nian Bridge Bloody Battle: The Conspiracy Hidden Behind the Red Cliff Motif (Part 2)
The rain of arrows was as dense as dark clouds pressing down, swiftly attacking the crowd, obscuring the sky and the sun.
The arrowheads flickered with a cold, ghostly light, a light that seemed to pierce the soul, carrying a chilling, deadly aura. Wherever they passed, the air was torn apart, emitting sharp hissing sounds.
Qi Meizhen, being a tiger daughter of a military family, was trained in the army since childhood, her reactions extremely quick.
At this critical moment, her eyes and hands moved swiftly, instantly opening the oil paper umbrella she carried, displaying the "Umbrella Shield Against Arrows" technique.
She stood firmly, like a pine rooted in the earth, holding the oil paper umbrella horizontally in front of her. The umbrella surface tilted slightly, the angle perfectly measured to utilize the umbrella’s curvature to fend off attacks.
Her arm muscles tensed as she forcefully pushed, skillfully using the flexibility and curvature of the umbrella surface to block the incoming ink arrows one by one.
Each ink arrow that struck the umbrella surface made a muffled "puff" sound, splashing black ink like bizarre flowers blooming on the umbrella surface.
Qi Meizhen moved gracefully, like an agile fawn, darting lightly through the rain of arrows. While blocking the attacks, she keenly seized the opportunity, suddenly thrusting the umbrella handle forward, the tip like a sharp blade, flashing coldly as it stabbed toward a nearby masked man.
The masked man reacted quickly, hurriedly dodging to the side. Seizing the chance, Qi Meizhen kicked out, this kick carrying the strength from years of martial training, striking the masked man’s abdomen squarely.
With a "bang", the masked man flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting a mouthful of blood that stained the ground red.
Immediately, Qi Meizhen quickly retracted the umbrella, holding the handle with both hands, wielding it as a weapon, swinging it with the force of a tiger, engaging in close combat with the surrounding masked men. Her every move was clean and decisive, her strikes fierce, forcing the masked men around her to retreat repeatedly.
Yili, holding a long sword, moved as elegantly as a butterfly dancing through the chaotic battlefield, displaying the Hengshan Sect’s "Mist Sword Technique".
Her swordsmanship was exquisite, the blade’s swings as if wrapped in layers of ethereal mist, making it difficult to grasp the trajectory of her sword moves.
Her steps were nimble, each step light as if floating on clouds, her figure like a phantom appearing and disappearing amidst the masked men, leaving them defenseless.
Her sharp eyes, like the cold stars in the night sky, locked tightly onto the flaws of the masked men. The long sword in her hand gleamed with a cold light, like a silver lightning bolt. Each swing carried a fierce intent to kill, precisely striking at the enemy’s vital points.
At this moment, Yili flicked her wrist, the long sword tracing a graceful arc in the air, stabbing straight at a masked man’s throat.
The masked man turned pale with fright, hastily raising his saber to block.
Yili skillfully twisted the sword’s body, cleverly avoiding the opponent’s blade, then suddenly exerted force, the sword tip passing through the gap in the opponent’s arm, precisely stabbing his shoulder. The masked man cried out in pain, his saber clanging to the ground, blood gushing from the wound like a fountain, staining his clothes red. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Seizing the opportunity, Yili pursued, her long sword swinging several more times in the air, wounding several more masked men, who fell to the ground groaning in pain.
Bai Zhi hid in a relatively safe corner, her expression calm and composed, as if the world’s struggles could not disturb her peace of mind. She muttered incantations, her voice gentle yet carrying a mysterious force, her hands quickly forming seals, casting witchcraft.
An invisible force quietly spread through the air, like an unseen undercurrent, gradually enveloping some of the masked men.
Those affected by the power of witchcraft began to exhibit vacant eyes, as if shrouded by mist, their movements slowing down, as if trapped in a nightmare they couldn’t wake from.
Their steps faltered, colliding with each other, some even losing their sanity and beginning to kill each other. One masked man raised his saber and fiercely stabbed at his companion beside him, the companion unable to dodge, stabbed in the abdomen, screamed miserably, and fell to the ground clutching his wound.
Bai Zhi frowned, fine beads of sweat dotting her forehead, her complexion gradually turning pale.
She knew well that the witchcraft consumed a lot of energy, each casting like drawing on her life force. But to help her companions, she gritted her teeth, enduring physical discomfort, continuously increasing the magic’s power, disrupting the masked men’s minds, creating more opportunities for her companions.
Shi Feiyang stood like an unshakable towering mountain.
He circulated the powerful Bright Jade Technique within himself, and in an instant, a bone-chilling coldness emanated from his body, spreading outward with him at the center. This chill quickly froze the air, the raindrops nearby turning to ice beads and falling with a rustle.
He wielded the Celestial Frost Blade, executing a move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique called "Golden Dragon Clawing".
He shouted loudly, his voice booming like a bell, still clear amidst the wind and rain, a voice that seemed to penetrate the soul, chilling the heart.
The Celestial Frost Blade swung with the force of a tiger, its blade light flickering like a golden dragon whirling and dancing in the air, majestic and terrifying.
Every swing of the blade brought up a strong wind, its sound like wailing ghosts and howling wolves, forcing the approaching masked men to retreat repeatedly.
His steps were steady, each step solid and powerful, the ground seemed to tremble beneath him, leaving deep footprints with each step.
