Shi Feiyang’s movements were agile and flexible, like a ghost, weaving effortlessly through the flashing blades and shadows.
His duel with Wu Hong was accompanied by the continuous clash of blade and whip, like a stirring symphony, shaking the heart.
Although Wu Hong wielded his long whip like a dragon, it seemed inadequate against Shi Feiyang’s fierce Hundred Victories Saber Technique.
His offensive was neutralized, affecting the wielding of blades, swords, pikes, and axes by Wu Ping, Wu Lin, and Wu Wei.
After a few moves, Shi Feiyang gradually displayed extraordinary courage and wisdom, gaining experience in the battle.
Sometimes he would strike directly at the enemy’s vital points with his saber, other times defending effortlessly, beginning to find his rhythm amidst the flashing blades.
Shi Feiyang’s movements were smooth and powerful, each strike of the saber was full of strength and beauty, the saber technique fierce and precise, capable of penetrating any defense. His defense was equally flawless, able to withstand any attack.
Under Shi Feiyang’s fierce assault, Wu Hong and his band gradually fell into passivity.
Their attack was resolved, and their morale waned.
Then, Shi Feiyang added palm techniques in his saber strikes, performing the "Striking the Cow Across the Mountain" skill, skillfully transmitting his inner strength to the enemy, knocking askew the 13th Eagle’s staff, shattering the 12th Eagle’s head, toppling the 11th Eagle, overturning the 10th Eagle, and cutting off the 9th Eagle’s axe handle.
Immediately after, Shi Feiyang spun around and kicked, sending the 8th Eagle flying several zhang away.
The 8th Eagle flew like a kite with a broken string, tracing an arc in the air, crashing heavily to the ground, with broken bones all over, crying out in pain, vomiting blood "wa wa" and dying.
"Crack!" Shi Feiyang leapt into the air and delivered a flying kick, shattering the 7th Eagle’s jaw with fierce force, terrifying the enemy.
Amidst the gang fight, Shi Feiyang also engaged fiercely with Wu Hong.
In his heated duel with Wu Hong, the saber and whip techniques of both displayed extraordinary skill.
Shi Feiyang’s saber technique was like a tiger descending the mountain, majestic and unstoppable, each swing full of power and determination, swift and precise, able to cut through any obstacle, instilling a sense of irresistible authority.
Wu Hong brandished his long whip like a Spiritual Snake, elusive and unpredictable.
His whip technique was flexible and free, able to wield the whip with ease, each swing full of clever variations.
The long whip in his hand seemed to be imbued with life, sometimes soft as silk, sometimes hard as iron, making it difficult to predict its real attack direction. Shi Feiyang and Wu Hong’s silhouettes darted swiftly in Snow Eagle Castle, like two intersecting bolts of lightning, mesmerizing the eye.
Their movements were as swift as lightning, each attack blending the extremes of power and speed.
Shi Feiyang’s saber light intertwined with Wu Hong’s whip shadow in the air, weaving breathtaking scenes.
"Zheng zheng!" Each of their clashes was filled with tension and excitement.
Their battle was a visual and sensory feast, leaving one dazzled, heart racing.
Every collision of saber light and whip shadow sparked in the air, making onlookers extremely nervous.
"Boom boom!" At this moment, a huge explosion sounded, Shi Feiyang and Wu Hong’s offenses both reached their peak.
Shi Feiyang swung his Myanmar Saber, the blade light struck straight at his opponent’s chest like lightning.
Wu Hong was not to be outdone, wielding the long whip, the end of the whip striking like a Spiritual Snake sticking out its tongue, aiming straight for the opponent’s throat.
Their moves were filled with murderous intent, each move hiding deadly danger, sending chills down the spine.
However, at this critical moment, Shi Feiyang quickly acted, grabbing the opponent’s hooked long whip, still slashing down with his saber.
Crack! A crisp sound rang out as Wu Hong was split in half by Shi Feiyang’s blade, the two halves of his body fell to the sides, blood spraying everywhere, the bloodstained Shi Feiyang and the back of Master Yuan Chi turned into a figure drenched in blood.
This scene was shocking to the extreme, time froze at this moment, the air thick with the scent of blood.
"Fortress Master! Wooo!" The bandits of Snow Eagle Castle were heartbroken, waving their weapons, surging toward Shi Feiyang like a tide, attacking him with eighteen kinds of weapons intending to kill him.
Shi Feiyang showed no fear, deploying the mysterious body technique "Deep Concealment of Body and Name" to maneuver effortlessly among the dense array of weapons, like a ghost, elusive. He continuously used the ultimate move "Heaven and Earth are Everlasting" from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, each strike as swift and fierce as a storm, deciding life and death in an instant.
The sound of "crack" kept ringing.
In an instant, the enemies’ heads flew off, the broken bodies spinning wildly in the air, severed limbs flying into the air, only to crash down again.
"Aiya" the cries of agony rose and fell, blood splattering, blood light shining, the blood flowers blossoming in the air like an exquisite dance.
In a flash, the three hundred bandits who attacked one after another fell under Shi Feiyang’s saber, the blood soaking Shi Feiyang and the back of Master Yuan Chi’s robe.
In the grand and magnificent hall of Snow Eagle Castle, the current scene was reminiscent of hell, horrifying to behold.
The blood gathered into a river, flowing across the cold ground, scattered with shattered remains, heads scattered everywhere, the entire scene spine-chilling, as if one was in hell on earth.
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The remaining Eagle members and those ruffians, in a panic, fled desperately, as if pursued by Death itself.
They scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing faster than wild hares, only by escaping this bloody place could they save their own lives.
The entire hall was filled with the strong scent of blood, the ground littered with corpses and severed limbs, like hell.
The air was filled with the bloody stench of death, suffocating. Every breath seemed to inhale the scent of death, the entire hall seemingly a giant tomb, filled with despair and fear.
Immediately after, Shi Feiyang, with quick and neat movements, swiftly and deftly sheathed his saber.
Then, he took out a bottle of the extremely precious "Tianshan Snow Lotus Water" from his bosom, carefully cleaning Master Yuan Chi’s wounds.
This bottle of "Tianshan Snow Lotus Water" was not only precious but also had magical healing properties, quickly alleviating pain and promoting wound healing.
Next, he took out Shaolin Temple’s treasure, the "Lesser Returning Pill," and gave it to Master Yuan Chi to consume.
This "Lesser Returning Pill" was a secret elixir of Shaolin Temple, with strong effects of boosting qi and nourishing blood, capable of quickly restoring strength and vitality.
At this moment, a burly man in his thirties, Liu Dayou, and his seventeen-year-old youthful and beautiful sister Liu Guihua, leading a group of brave warriors, each holding various weapons, quickly entered the hall.