King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 738 228: Bloody Battle at Qingfeng Mountain: Chivalry Stirs the Jianghu (Part 4)

In an instant, the pirate's head flew high like a kite with a broken string, tracing a long arc in the air, flung dozens of feet away.

Meanwhile, the body without a head maintained its forward-charging posture, with blood gushing like a fountain from the neck, forming mists of blood in the air that appeared especially grotesque and terrifying under the sunlight.

Subsequently, the headless body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, announcing the death of yet another life.

Zhao Qingfeng, Sect Leader of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, was already gravely injured, with multiple ghastly wounds, blood gushing out like a fountain, dyeing his originally snow-white clothes a vibrant red, resembling blooming red plum blossoms, stunning to behold.

Yet his gaze was like a torch in a cold night, firm as a beacon, exuding an unyielding will bent on not breaking, declaring to this brutal "slaughterhouse" that he would not easily fall.

At this moment, he was locked in a thrilling and life-threatening battle with Gao Sheng, the Gang Leader of the Giant Whale Gang.

Gao Sheng's figure was tall and robust, like a towering mountain, and just standing there, he exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression, as if he were a mountain that could collapse at any moment, suffocating those around him.

In his hand, he tightly gripped a Serrated Saber, with a blade that was unimaginably heavy, its serrated edges glinting with a cold, piercing light, silently telling of the countless blood it had stained, deterring all who looked at it.

Gao Sheng wielded an extremely fierce saber technique, every strike carrying the force of a thousand pounds, with a formidable momentum, as if it could cleave a real mountain in half. Each swing of his saber brought forth a strong gust of wind, like a miniature tornado, sending the surrounding dust flying wildly into the air, the sand and stones on the ground wrapped by this fierce wind, scattering everywhere, painfully striking anyone in its path.

Facing such a powerful adversary, Zhao Qingfeng showed no fear, his determined expression seemed to tell Gao Sheng he would not retreat an inch.

He gritted his teeth against the piercing pain of his wounds, swung his Long Sword, executing a move called "Wind Rolls up the Remnant Cloud" from the Qingfeng Sword Sect's mastery "Thirteen Swords of Qingfeng."

In an instant, his figure spun rapidly, his robes fluttering as though he were a sudden and fierce gale, sweeping forward with the might to level mountains and overturn seas.

The Long Sword in his hand under his swift dance transformed into a dazzling silver screen, within which Sword Qi crisscrossed like countless sharp blades, fiercely sweeping towards Gao Sheng.

The sword wind howled through, incredibly sharp, forcibly tearing Gao Sheng's clothes, fabric fluttering, and thin blood streaks appeared on Gao Sheng's skin. However, Gao Sheng, being a supreme power, reacted extremely quickly.

Relying on his deep and vigorous Inner Strength and the rich combat experience accumulated over years of roaming the Jianghu, in that critical moment, he sidestepped swiftly with the agility of a leopard.

Adeptly avoiding Zhao Qingfeng's incredibly fierce strike, Zhao Qingfeng's Long Sword ultimately failed to hit his vital point.

But Zhao Qingfeng was undaunted, seizing the brief moment as Gao Sheng dodged, a resolute glint flickered in his eyes, the sword tip shifted like a Spiritual Snake spitting its tongue, stabbing towards Gao Sheng's chest again.

Their moves were exchanged like a thunderstorm, swift and fierce, with no clear victor in sight for the moment.

The surrounding air was twisted by their powerful Inner Strength, the tense atmosphere like an invisible net, tightly covering Qingfeng Mountain, leaving everyone in this "slaughterhouse" breathless.

On Qingfeng Mountain, the shouts of fighting, the clash of weapons, the screams of agony intertwined, composing a tragic yet stirring battle hymn.

This hymn echoed continuously in the valleys, ceaselessly.

Blood had stained the once-tranquil land red, bodies lay scattered all over the battlefield, some incomplete, some mangled, the air filled with a pungent, nauseating stench of blood and death.

This place had already become a Human Purgatory.

Amidst the enemy ranks, Shi Feiyang stood like a War God returning from Hell, imposing and unstoppable.

The Celestial Frost Blade in his hand swung with the might of a fierce gale, amidst the blade's flickering, pirates fell one after another with screams, blood splattering the scene.

After dispatching the nearby pirates, his eyes, sharp as lightning, instantly locked onto Gao Sheng, who was fiercely battling Zhao Qingfeng.

With a light tap of his toes on the ground, his figure shot like a black lightning bolt, piercing through the sky, rapidly flying towards Gao Sheng.

In just the blink of an eye, he arrived before Gao Sheng, immediately taking over from Zhao Qingfeng, who was heavily injured and increasingly overwhelmed.

Shi Feiyang landed firmly with both feet, and at the moment of landing, the ground slightly sank, showing the force of his descent.

The aura around him suddenly changed, like a giant beast awakening from slumber, exuding a fearsome aura.

He activated the Bright Jade Technique, the True Qi inside surged like a turbulent river, frenziedly charging through his meridians.

In the blink of an eye, a massive vortex of True Qi formed around him.

This vortex spun rapidly, making a "whoosh" sound, like a roaring beast, drawing everything nearby into it.

Sand, weapons, even some smaller enemies, were sucked into this True Qi vortex and torn into pieces.

Seeing this, Gao Sheng was suddenly shocked, a hint of fear appearing on his face. He wanted to retreat and evade, but to his horror, he found his body tightly constrained by an invisible yet powerful force, rendering his movements sluggish.