King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 616 - 204: Bloodsoaked Yunmeng Marsh: Heroic Sakura Alliance Slaughters Enemy Bandits (Part 2)

She suddenly leapt into the air, her figure light and graceful like a dancing butterfly, swiftly spinning in the sky.

Her movements were smooth and elegant, each turn brimming with power and beauty, merging instantly with the Miao Saber.

As she spun, the Miao Saber in her hand traced an elegant yet lethal arc, its blade gleaming with silver light, like a meteor streaking across the night sky. This arc carved a perfect trajectory in the air, seemingly freezing time at that moment, just to witness the beauty of this slash.

This arc precisely intersected with Su Xinying's sword shadow. A series of rapid metallic clashes erupted as Qi Meizhen, using her exquisite "Seventeen Armor-Piercing Moves," successfully deflected Su Xinying's seemingly flawless sword attack.

The clash of the two weapons sparked a shower of sparks.

A flash of determination crossed Qi Meizhen's eyes. Utilizing the immense power generated from her spin, she twisted her waist sharply, the Miao Saber carrying the force of a thousand weights, viciously slashing towards Su Xinying. This slash encapsulated all her strength and will, her eyes filled with resolve and defiance.

The wind from the blade howled, as if it could cleave the earth, causing the air around to make a "whoosh" sound under the pressure, intimidating her opponent.

Su Xinying's face changed dramatically, not expecting Qi Meizhen to have such a powerful ability to counterattack.

He tried to dodge, but found his body sluggish, entangled by Qi Meizhen's blade momentum in the previous attack.

He felt an unprecedented pressure, each move becoming overwhelmingly difficult.

He silently cried out in alarm inside, hurriedly swinging his sword to block. Yet his sword seemed so fragile, so easily shattered in front of Qi Meizhen's Miao Saber.

With a "crack," Su Xinying's Long Sword broke like a fragile branch under Qi Meizhen's fierce slash.

And the sharp Miao Saber, its momentum undiminished, struck directly onto Su Xinying's body. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

This slash was like the judgment of fate, merciless and resolute.

Su Xinying's body was instantly split in two, blood gushed out like a fountain from the breach, raining down as a bloody shower in the air. His eyes widened to the extreme, filled with fear and reluctance, as if he couldn't believe he would die at Qi Meizhen's hands.

His life came to an end at this moment.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang accurately seized the opportunity, wielding the Celestial Frost Blade, he brought his awe-inspiring ice mastery to its peak. In his hand, the Celestial Frost Blade spun rapidly, emitting an aura of cold that pervaded everywhere, forming a massive icy vortex that sent shivers down the spine.

With each swing of the blade, the surrounding temperature plummeted, moisture in the air condensed into tiny ice crystals. Even the water of the nearby Moat, under the influence of this powerful ice force, instantly froze into a thick layer of ice.

The originally flowing river, at this moment, transformed into a crystal clear ice surface, reflecting a mysterious and enchanting sheen under the glow of firelight. The ice-sealed Moat formed a natural barrier, effectively restraining the spread of the flames, granting the people present precious breathing space, allowing them to regroup.

Then, Shi Feiyang, in close coordination with the surrounding warriors, engaged in a more intense slaughter with the swordsmen of Mingjian Manor.

The confrontation between them was full of tension and excitement.

Under Shi Feiyang's leadership, the morale of the heroes soared, they bravely plunged into the bloody battle.

For a moment, the shouts of killing shook the sky, the sound of weapon clashes echoed continuously, resounding through the entire Weng City, even the ground shook with its force.

The Celestial Frost Blade in Shi Feiyang's hands danced among the enemy ranks, each swing slicing through with a fierce gust of wind.

Amidst the flickering blade light, enemy bandits fell one by one, leaving mottled bloodstains on the ice surface.

The heroes, unwilling to be outdone, displayed their unique skills one after another, engaging the swordsmen of Mingjian Manor in a life-and-death duel.

Every move and technique was filled with power and determination, the intensity of the bloodshed beyond what one could bear to witness.

After a fierce battle, the swordsmen of Mingjian Manor fell one after another under the joint attacks of Shi Feiyang and the heroes.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows on their bodies. They stood amidst the narrow world filled with blood and wreckage, although stained with blood, their eyes shone with firm and proud gleams.

They were not intimidated by the predicament before them but instead embarked on a new journey, continuing towards Jiangnan.

In this cold winter of harsh wind like a group of untamed wild horses galloping recklessly across the vast land, howling without restraint. Snowflakes danced along with this strong wind, lightly drifting like feathers falling from the sky, dressing the earth in a pure white blanket of snow.

Nature, with its magical brush, sketched peaceful yet beautiful landscapes on the vast canvas.

As far as the eye could see, by the banks of Dongting Lake in Yunmeng Marsh, the vast expanse of reed fields under the ravaging of the cold wind, emitted a series of mournful rustles.

Those reeds, which usually swayed lightly in the wind, now became stiff in the piercing cold wind, clashing against each other, producing crisp yet icy sounds, telling the harshness of winter.

This sound, like a mournful winter symphony, played the prelude to the changing of the seasons, letting people feel the ruthlessness and grandeur of nature. Among the reeds, occasionally a few startled birds would take flight, slicing through the silent and cold sky, leaving frantic trails in their wake, adding a touch of vitality and unease to this bleak winter day.