King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 340 - 146: Shi Feiyang Slays the Flying Eagle Gang, Cold Light Strikes Fear into the Enemy (Part 4)

Lu Dechu reacted swiftly, his eyes narrowed slightly, his body squatted down in an instant, followed by a sideways roll. His movements were like flowing water, narrowly avoiding the strike. Shan Bing’s fist brushed past Lu Dechu’s clothes, bringing with it a gust of wind.

The two engaged in fierce combat once again, each attack and defense thrilling to the heart. Lu Dechu deployed the "Celestial Spirit Palm Technique’s" "Mount Tai Overhead," raising both palms high and then striking down fiercely, with a momentum as unstoppable as Mount Tai collapsing.

Seeing this, Shan Bing dared not take it head-on and quickly retreated a few steps. Simultaneously, he unleashed a move from the "Seven Injuries Fist" called "Splitting Stone Piercing Cloud," punching forward, with his fist wind colliding with Lu Dechu’s palm force in midair, emitting a loud bang and stirring up a cloud of dust.

Seizing the opportunity, Lu Dechu advanced, his palms moving rapidly, exhibiting the "Celestial Spirit Palm Technique’s" "Whirlwind Sweeping Leaves," with heavy palm shadows swiftly sweeping towards Shan Bing’s upper body.

Shan Bing’s form flickered like a streak of black lightning, skillfully dodging Lu Dechu’s attack while lightly tapping his feet to swiftly circle behind Lu Dechu, launching a move from the "Seven Injuries Fist" called "Bone Crusher," relentlessly smashing towards Lu Dechu’s back.

Perceiving the attack from behind, Lu Dechu quickly turned around, his palms crossed, channeling the "Celestial Essence Technique’s" Inner Strength to fend off the assault.

With a "bang," the two separated again, Lu Dechu’s feet carved two deep marks on the ground, while Shan Bing was also forced back several steps by the powerful countershock.

The air was filled with the scent of earth and sweat, along with an indescribable tension and anticipation.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang, "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong, and "Water Dragon" Jin Liufu arrived on horseback. They witnessed the fierce battlefield clash from afar, a flash of anger crossing their eyes.

However, they did not rush to seek revenge on He Kezhou, Shan Xue, and Shan Bing. Instead, they quickly made a decision.

The three dismounted in a graceful and swift manner, drawing their blades mid-air.

Shi Feiyang’s form was like lightning, charging first towards the Flying Eagle Gang’s vile bandits. He utilized the Bright Jade Technique, a faint blue light emanating from his body, exuding an extraordinary coldness that penetrated the acupoints of the Flying Eagle Gang’s scoundrels.

He charged with his Myanmar Saber in hand, his blade flashing coldly, beheading the gangsmen, countless corpses "thumping" to the ground.

Following closely behind was Wu Zhong, wielding his Iron Palm Technique, palms slicing and blades sweeping, with swift movements.

His palms were like sharp blades, each strike carrying immense power. The Flying Eagle Gang’s ruffians were struck by him, producing the "crack" of bones breaking, piercing the ears, as if slicing through melons and vegetables.

Jin Liufu was not to be outdone, wielding a left palm and right saber, chopping and sweeping with agility.

His saber technique was fierce, each swing cleaving numerous gang members of the Flying Eagle Gang in two, splashing blood that quickly soaked his garments red.

"Divine Archer" Miao Menlong and "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi took advantage of the opportunity to use arrows and darts to intercept He Kezhou and Shan Bing, the couple. Miao Menlong drew his bow and notched an arrow, releasing it with a "whoosh," the sharp arrow shooting towards He Kezhou like a meteor.

Shan Zhi’s eyebrows were tightly knit, a look of determination in his eyes. The plum blossom dart in his palm spun rapidly, accompanied by a few crisp "thuds," the dart carrying a fierce wind, shooting towards Shan Bing like a shooting star in the night.

The plum blossom dart tip sparkled with a cold light, tracing arcs in the air like the scythe of Death, directly threatening Shan Bing’s vitals.

He Kezhou and Shan Bing witnessed the Flying Eagle Gang’s seven thousand disciples being slaughtered like ants on this bloody battlefield, their eyes full of terror and despair.

Their faces contorted with rage, their lips quivering, unable to utter a sound.

In their hearts, beyond endless rage, was a profound helplessness and sorrow.

Eager to escape this Human Purgatory, their feet felt as if filled with lead, each step forward extraordinarily difficult.

However, Gongsun Ren, Yang Feng, Lu Dechu, and a host of heroes surrounded them like walls of bronze and iron.

In the face of desperation, He Kezhou’s eyes filled with bloodshed, like a wounded beast.

The Hongming Treasure Saber in his hand swung with increasing intensity, forming an airtight light screen, attempting to carve a bloody path through the enemy crowd. His arm trembled slightly from excessive exertion, large beads of sweat mixed with blood rolling down his forehead and sliding down along his cheeks.

Shan Bing likewise clenched his jaw, his cheeks bulging as he exerted all his strength to perform the ultimate technique of the "Seven Injuries Fist."

The fist wind howled, like surging waves, carrying an unstoppable momentum, continuously breaking against the enemy’s encirclement.

The three struggled on the edge of life and death, finally, in their near-frenzied assault, breaking through the heavy siege and fleeing into the distance, their figures gradually blurred in the shrouding blood mist.

This brutal blood battle finally ended, among the more than seven thousand dispatched by the Flying Eagle Gang, only He Kezhou, Shan Bing, and Shan Xue managed to escape by chance, while the rest were felled under the blades of Shi Feiyang, Wu Zhong, Jin Liufu, and others.

On the battlefield, dismembered limbs were scattered everywhere, not a single corpse remained intact, blood pooling into streams, seeping through the cracks in the ground, dyeing the land dark red.

Having escaped several miles, He Kezhou and his companions halted their faltering footsteps.

They supported each other and collapsed onto the ground, the light in their eyes gradually dimming.

Subsequently, the three hugged their heads and wept bitterly, their cries desolate and mournful, echoing across the empty wilderness.