Chapter 335 - 145: Shi Feiyang Champions the Resistance Against the Wokou, Passion and Blood Forge Patriotism (Part 5)
Chapter 335 - 145: Shi Feiyang Champions the Resistance Against the Wokou, Passion and Blood Forge Patriotism (Part 5)
Under the fierce blade momentum, the swordsmen of Divine Sword Manor were struck one after another, cleaved in half, with blood splattering around.
Countless corpses falling to the ground gave off a "bang bang" sound.
Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique exuded a thick icy energy, like an invisible force stealthily attacking the enemies.
The swordsmen of Divine Sword Manor engulfed by the cold could only feel their acupoints go numb, as if struck by countless ice needles, and then their bodies were immobilized, helplessly watching as they were defeated by Shi Feiyang’s fierce onslaught.
For a moment, the shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the cries of agony intertwined, playing a soul-stirring song of life and death in the vast Shi Mansion on this spring night.
Shi Feiyang’s scholar’s attendant Shi Xiong gripped a sharp blade tightly, steadfastly guarding the pregnant Gong Simeng by her side.
Gong Simeng cradled Little Yu Yan, her eyes filled with deep worry, but above all with unwavering trust in Shi Feiyang. She believed that Shi Feiyang could protect her and her sister.
The Vermilion Bird stood atop the high wall, its gaze sharp, vigilantly watching the surroundings as if perceiving all potential dangers.
The White Tiger was lying under a large tree, squinting its eyes, appearing lazy yet with muscles tensed, ready to strike at any moment.
Their task was to protect Gong Simeng and Little Yu Yan, adding a unique protective force to this intense battle, as if they were guardian deities. In the expansive Shi Mansion on this spring night, the fierce battle was in full swing, the confrontation between good and evil had reached a fever pitch.
The glint of swords and shadows of blades, the whistling arrows, and the tense atmosphere all signified a battle of life and death was being played out.
The breeze brushed by, gently swaying the flowering branches in the courtyard.
In the distance, occasional bird calls sounded, clear and pleasant, forming a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere.
In this night where tranquility and clamor intertwined, everyone’s heartstrings were taut, not daring to relax even a bit.
Zhong Renwang was in the midst of battle, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, his eyes full of anxiety and unwillingness. Though leading countless swordsmen, unleashing Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the offensive like a tide, he struggled to even touch Shi Feiyang’s garments.
The impatience in his heart burned like a roaring fire, making him increasingly lose patience.
At this moment, he clenched his teeth, let out a loud shout, consecutively unleashing the intricate and ruthless moves of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms like "Flying Dragon in the Sky", "Dragon Battle in the Wild", "Shock Over Hundred Miles".
Only to see his figure leap up, both palms wrapped in howling wind, like two enraged dragons pouncing towards Shi Feiyang, where the palm wind reached, dust on the ground swirled up, making a "whoosh" sound.
Unleashing "Dragon Battle in the Wild", his palm technique was grand and open, seemingly surrounded by an invisible air shield, where it passed, the air vibrated and distorted, making a "buzzing" sound.
And while executing "Shock Over Hundred Miles", he thrust his palms forward, a powerful wave of air spreading out from him, the surrounding swordsmen shaken by the air wave, stumbling, unable to stand firm.
Seeing this, Shi Feiyang merely snorted coldly, the sound reminiscent of something emerging from Nine Nether Hell, carrying a trace of icy chill.
He operated Bright Jade Technique, advancing it to the Eighth Realm—"Supreme Indifference".
In an instant, icy True Qi surged violently centered on him, forming a gigantic vortex.
This vortex seemed to have endless suction, emitting a "woo woo" howl, continuously drawing the inner strength of Zhong Renwang and countless surrounding swordsmen into it. The swordsmen felt their inner strength flowing uncontrollably like a breached flood, faces filled with utter terror. Their fists and sword tips, under the strong suction, involuntarily twisted and spun.
Some swordsmen tightly gripped their sword hilts, trying to stabilize their long swords, only to find the swords trembling violently as if seized by an invisible giant hand, ultimately snapping with a "crack".
Seizing the opportunity, Shi Feiyang unleashed the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, his figure moving like lightning, reaching extreme speed, leaving only faint afterimages. The Myanmar Saber in his hand flashed with cold radiance, each swing carrying a fierce blade aura, akin to streaks of lightning cutting across the night sky.
"Swish swish swish", his saber slashed towards the swordsmen of Divine Sword Manor, where the blade light passed, blood splattering.
Those struck barely had time to scream before collapsing into pools of blood.
Shi Feiyang’s saber technique was extremely ruthless, taking one life with each strike, each fallen corpse a sight too horrible to behold, leaving no intact body.
Some swordsmen were bisected at the waist, with their innards spilling out; others had their heads severed, their bodies still standing momentarily before slowly toppling.
As the battle persisted, the blood on the ground accumulated more and more.
And the thick icy energy exuded by Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique rapidly froze the blood, forming crimson ice blocks, gleaming with eerie light under the moonlight.
The front courtyard of the vast Shi Mansion was filled with a pungent aroma of blood, nauseating anyone who smelled it.
Zhong Renwang looked at the tragic scene before him, filled with fear, yet unwilling to relinquish, gritting his teeth, he charged at Shi Feiyang once more, attempting a last-ditch struggle.
Shi Feiyang was like an invincible War God, maneuvering through the courtyard interwoven with blood and ice, wielding the Myanmar Saber in his hand with impenetrable precision, the cold glint flashing continuously, harvesting the lives of the swordsmen from Divine Sword Manor.
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