King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 605 - 202: Life-and-Death Duel Before Zixiao Palace: Xiongying Beheads the Fierce Generals of Jingmen
Winter seems like a ruthless and merciless overlord, wielding supreme majesty to ravage this vast land.
The fierce wind is like a pack of extremely hungry and fierce wolves, howling and roaring madly outside the inn, the sound seemingly capable of shattering the sky, as if intending to uproot the inn and engulf everything in endless darkness and cold.
The gloomy sky resembles a huge and heavy lead plate, heavily suspended above everyone’s head, making this already unbearably cold winter day appear even more oppressive and dreary, the world shrouded in an inescapable haze.
The snow accumulated on the ground is whipped by the fierce wind, lifting misty flurries of snow, and the earth shivers in this bitter cold, unable to endure such cruel torment.
Xiang Kun, supported by Shan Zhi’s Plum Blossom darts that are as dense and sharp as stars, burned with fighting spirit, his whole being ablaze like a roaring flame, brimming with passion. Every swing of the iron flute in his hand brought forth the sound of howling wind, as if playing a passionate war song.
At this moment, he performed the move "Thousand Phantom Flute Shadows," and the shadow of the iron flute overlapped in the air, densely packed, as if countless iron flutes were simultaneously thrusting towards Du Guxing.
Xiang Kun’s eyes widened as he roared fiercely: "Du Guxing, let’s see how arrogant you can be today? Hmph!" The sound was like the ringing of a great bell, echoing continuously in the cold air, making one’s eardrums ache.
Du Guxing’s face was as serious as frost, his long sword dancing swiftly, resembling a agile silver snake, performing the move "Famed Sword Protects Flower."
The blade flashed with a cold gleam, tracing beautiful yet deadly arcs in the air, precisely blocking Xiang Kun’s attacks one by one.
However, under the seamless cooperation of Xiang Kun and Shan Zhi, Du Guxing gradually found himself outmaneuvered, becoming flustered, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, which in the severe cold, instantly froze into ice beads, like shimmering gems, yet unable to hide his current embarrassment.
On the other side, Lan Xiaodie’s Green Phosphorus Sword wielded like a frantically dancing venomous snake.
The green poisonous fog grew denser, like a green sea of death, rolling towards Miao Menlong with the ruthless envelop of the fierce wind, seemingly about to engulf him.
Miao Menlong found it increasingly difficult to breathe, his chest feeling as if pressed by a giant stone, intensely agitated. He secretly lamented, "This Demoness’ poison fog is too formidable!" He gritted through the physical discomfort, quickly drawing his bow to try and stop Lan Xiaodie’s fierce and deadly assault with his arrows.
However, the pervasive poison fog, like a thick curtain, severely affected his vision, causing the trajectory of his arrows to deviate, missing their target accurately.
At this moment, Shi Feiyang had already finished collecting the mountain of money and grain in the backyard, gracefully stepping into the inn as if taking a leisurely stroll.
He was dressed in a black brocade robe, which fluttered in the wind to accentuate his tall and majestic figure.
His features were like a meticulously carved jade, with sword-like brows, starry eyes, a high nose bridge, and lips slightly upturned with a confident and domineering smile. His deep eyes, like cold stars in the night sky, emitted a radiance that was hard to look at directly.
Lan Xiaodie was fully concentrated in her confrontation with Miao Menlong when she caught a glimpse of Shi Feiyang out of the corner of her eye, her heart suddenly stunned, as if struck heavily by a hammer. In an instant, her face turned as pale as paper, devoid of any blood.
She thought anxiously, "What is this star of misfortune doing here!" Fear, reluctance, and other complex emotions surged wildly in her heart like turbulent waves, almost overwhelming her.
She didn’t have time to think, her body swiftly turned, as light as a wisp of blue smoke, hurriedly fleeing out of the inn, instantly disappearing into the icy world, leaving only a trail of panicked footsteps.
Shi Feiyang’s eyes, as sharp as a torch, seemed capable of seeing through everything, immediately noticing Miao Menlong’s plight.
He shouted loudly, "Brother Miao, quickly take all the elixirs!" His voice was filled with concern for Miao Menlong.
Upon hearing this, Miao Menlong hurriedly reached into his bosom, quickly taking out some pills and swallowing them all, eyes filled with a longing for life.
Shi Feiyang slowly drew the Celestial Frost Blade, its body flashing with a chilling and captivating brilliance, adding to the fearsome chill of this winter.
He exuded an aura of immense strength, as if he alone ruled between heaven and earth. "Today, no one is leaving here alive!" Shi Feiyang roared, his voice carrying a soul-shaking dominance, determining the life and death of the bandits.
Du Guxing saw Shi Feiyang charging imposingly, feeling a bit apprehensive, yet relying on his status as the Young Manor Master of Mingjian Manor, forced himself to maintain composure and sneered coldly, "Shi Feiyang, don’t be arrogant! My Mingjian Manor has a profound foundation, not something to be trifled with. If you know what’s good for you, back off immediately, or I will make sure you die without a resting place!"
Shi Feiyang’s lips curled into a dismissive smile, a smile that seemed to pierce through everything: "Hmph, still got a hard mouth even at death’s door!" With that, he unleashed the "Three Strike Poison Break" from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, lunging towards Du Guxing.
No matter who you are, opposing the Heroic Sakura Association means a road to death.
The first move "Qing Nang Three Strikes," Shi Feiyang deftly integrated movements from Hua Tuo’s Five Animals Qigong with the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, achieving a marvelous realm of unity between man and nature. As he wielded his weapon, it was sometimes like a tiger pouncing on its prey, overwhelming and powerful, the blade momentum fiercely indomitable, seemingly capable of mountain-splitting and rock-breaking; other times, like a nimble deer leaping, his movements were light and agile, the blade amazingly versatile, catching his opponent completely off guard.
