King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 248 - 130: Shi Feiyang Strategizes at Heng Mountain to Repel Foes, Liu Tingting Schemes to Secretly Gain Favor

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang flicked his wrist, and the Myanmar Saber in his hand swung with the momentum. His arm, like a nimble snake, struck out with a strange yet lethal angle and speed, accompanied by a fierce blade aura.

The blade aura seemed almost tangible, drawing a dazzling light across the air. Wang Jianxin couldn’t dodge in time, and a bone-deep wound instantly appeared on his arm. Blood gushed out like a fountain, creating a stream of blood in the air.

He screamed and retreated repeatedly, the flesh on his face twisting in agony, like a wounded beast. He clutched the wound with his other hand, trying to stop the bleeding, his eyes filled with shock and anger, as if he couldn’t believe he would be defeated by Shi Feiyang.

At this moment, thunder rumbled, as if the rolling thunder was cheering for Shi Feiyang’s victory. In this stormy "slaughterhouse," Shi Feiyang’s heroic silhouette appeared even more mighty and majestic. With his own strength, he suppressed all rivals, fully displaying an invincible demeanor.

During the confrontation with Zhao Batian, the battle situation suddenly changed.

Zhao Batian realized that his fierce assault could not shake Shi Feiyang at all, and he immediately changed tactics. Like a cunning Spiritual Monkey, he moved agilely across the battlefield, his eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, constantly searching for any flaw in Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang’s lips curled slightly, sketching a cold smile, as cold as the frost and snow of winter, exuding a chilling aura.

He operated the Bright Jade Technique, the True Qi inside him surging and circulating, surrounding him like an invisible shield, enhancing his defense to the utmost. At the same time, he deliberately revealed an apparent flaw, like a carefully set bait, waiting for the prey to take the hook.

Zhao Batian saw this and thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a greedy glint flashing in his eyes, just like a hungry wolf that has spotted its prey.

He swung his Wolf Fang Club with all his might, bringing a whistling gust of wind, launching a ferocious attack. The Wolf Fang Club, in his hand, transformed into a streak of black lightning, wrapped in a thousand-pound force, directly aiming at Shi Feiyang’s vital points. However, at this moment, Shi Feiyang suddenly turned around and performed the "Counterattack Saber" move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.

In an instant, his body spun like a high-speed top, driving the Myanmar Saber to slash back with overwhelming force.

The saber blade fiercely collided with the air, producing a sharp, ear-piercing howl, akin to the roar of a demon. The Myanmar Saber, with unimaginable speed and strength, cut directly onto Zhao Batian’s Wolf Fang Club.

With a loud "bang," like thunder striking open, the immense impact made Zhao Batian’s arm instantly numb, as if hit by an invisible forceful blow, nearly causing him to lose grip of the Wolf Fang Club. The web between his thumb and forefinger cracked, blood gushing out.

Zhao Batian gritted his teeth, his facial muscles twisting in pain, like a flower ravaged by a storm. He cursed inwardly, only now realizing he had severely underestimated Shi Feiyang. The fierce wind continued to howl, intensifying the battlefield’s bloody aura, saturating the air, causing nausea.

Shi Feiyang deployed the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, his Body Technique agile as a phantom.

At times, he was like a Spiritual Monkey climbing trees, his form agile and nimble, leaping and maneuvering among the enemy, his posture light yet powerful.

The Myanmar Saber slashed obliquely from top to bottom, the blade wind swift as lightning, with a "swish," it accurately severed the weapons in the hands of the bandits.

The bandits whose weapons were severed appeared panicked, some standing frozen in place, their eyes filled with fear and confusion, as if their souls had been lost; others turned to flee, their steps frantic, like a terrified bird startled by a bow.

Shi Feiyang sometimes resembled a fierce tiger descending the mountain, imposing and aggressive, his body leaning forward, the Myanmar Saber cutting out horizontally.

With a "crack," he directly cleaved a bandit in half at the waist. The bandits hadn’t even had time to scream before being split in two, their innards spilling everywhere, the scene extremely gruesome, the air filled with a suffocating bloody stench.

Shi Feiyang at times moved like a swallow skimming water, light and graceful, with an elegant turn, the Myanmar Saber flicked up, with a "swoosh," slicing through a bandit’s throat.

The bandits clutched their necks, blood gushing through their fingers, their eyes filled with despair, the light of life fading rapidly, they collapsed with a thud. Sometimes like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit, ferocious and swift, leaping high, the Myanmar Saber lashing upwards with a "thud," decapitating a bandit.

The heads rolled in the air, columns of blood spraying from their necks, the bodies of the bandits still maintaining a standing posture, collapsing only moments later. At this time, the battlefield was in complete disarray, rain, blood, and severed limbs intertwined, akin to a Human Purgatory, appalling to behold.

Every saber strike carried the mountain-splitting, rock-breaking power, and wherever the blade wind passed, bandits fell one after another.

In just a moment, over two thousand of the more than three thousand bandits had fallen. Looking at the corpses, none were intact, missing arms or legs, or halved heads, severed limbs scattered across the ground, blood gushing, staining the soil a dark red, the air filled with a nauseating, intense bloody odor, each death miserably gruesome, showcasing the sharpness of Shi Feiyang’s Hundred Victories Saber Technique.

During the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang was like a War God, his figure traversing back and forth among the enemies, unstoppable.

His every move was filled with power and speed, the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique, Hundred Victories Saber Technique, and Bright Jade Technique complementing each other perfectly, giving him the absolute upper hand in the melee, becoming a nightmare in the hearts of the bandits.

Meanwhile, during the fight with the enemies, he occasionally took care of Gong Simeng, Yili, and Lin Wanqing, these girls as beautiful as Celestial Immortals.