Free Web NovelChapter 930: Chapter 262: The Heroine Defends Wulang City, Villains Meet Their End in the Cold Snowy Night (Part 3)
He burst into wild laughter, his voice sharp and piercing, echoing wantonly in the tranquil and cold snowy night, shattering the original peace: "Hahaha! Heaven does not abandon me, tonight there are actually such three charming beauties waiting here, it seems I have struck quite a fortune!"
The laughter was like the cry of a night owl, sending chills down one’s spine.
Having said that, he suddenly kicked with his legs, and the snow on the ground was shaken and scattered.
His entire body was like a black lightning bolt, wrapped in a fierce wind, swiftly charging towards Yili.
In mid-air, he promptly unleashed the insidious and vicious "Seven Evils Palm."
His palms danced swiftly, bringing forth a black gale as thick as ink, the palm shadows layer upon layer, like a surging black tide, charging fiercely at Yili with a menacing momentum, as if to engulf her instantly into an endless abyss of darkness, swallowing her whole.
Seeing this, Yili’s beautiful eyes widened in an instant, like two brilliant stars glaring angrily in the cold night.
She shouted delicately, her voice like an oriole exiting the valley, crisp yet filled with immense anger: "You despicable dog thief, spewing vile words, desecrating heavenly virtue. Today, I shall chop off your filthy paws, letting you know that justice in this world is inviolable, and the might of heaven is irresistible!"
The delicate shout was like a peal of thunder, exploding in the icy and snowy landscape.
Before the words fell, the long sword in her hand was already unsheathed, the blade shimmering with a frosty gleam, like a cold beam streaking through the night sky.
Yili performed the "Cloud and Mist Swordsmanship" of the Hengshan Sect, her figure agile and graceful, like a cloud that sways in the fierce wind yet remains resilient, dancing in the icy and snowy scene.
She wielded her sword towards the airborne Zhaxi Banfeng. In an instant, sword qi crisscrossed, like the pervasive mist in the mountains at dawn, gentle yet harboring lethal intent, instantly enveloping Zhaxi Banfeng within.
The two instantly engaged in a thrilling melee, the shadows of sword and palm like interwoven lights and shadows, crossing rapidly in mid-air, making the intense sound of collisions like a dense drumbeat, sparks flying, illuminating the dim snowy night.
"Blood Transformation Saber" Sect Leader Dorje Maje, his gaze locked onto the graceful and poised Lin Wanqing, his eyes revealing a peculiar gleam of greed and covetousness, like a beast finding prey in the darkness.
He was suddenly stirred at heart, the killing intent surged within him, he likewise leaped into the air.
His figure in mid-air was as elusive as a specter, like a wisp of black smoke swaying in the wind, elusive and unpredictable.
He unleashed the fearsome "Blood Transformation Saber Technique" in mid-air, using his palm as a saber, his hands seemingly soaked in thick blood, a blood-red hue exuding a nauseating eerie aura.
His hand swings abruptly changed in style, suddenly transforming from palm to claw, carrying a fierce stench, like a pair of extremely sharp sickles, clawing towards Lin Wanqing. The air where the claws passed was rent asunder, emitting a "hissing" sound.
Seeing this, Lin Wanqing gave a cold snort, her original gentle and lovely face instantly stern as frost, like a lake surface frozen in the depths of winter, exuding a chilling coldness. She clutched the long sword tightly in her hand, the blade trembling slightly, as if accumulating strength.
Then, she performed the "Longevity Swordsmanship," the sword waving, like a dazzling silver rainbow, drawing a beautiful yet deadly arc in this icy and snowy landscape.
Each thrust of her sword carried with it a lively yet resilient aura, like the gurgling spring water in the mountains that can bore through stones, continuous and pressing towards Dorje Maje’s vital points.
In an instant, the air around the two seemed to be violently stirred by invisible giant hands, snowflakes shattered in mid-air, turning into clusters of translucent mist, gleaming with an eerie glow under the moonlight.
Zhong Renwang, seeing his two people already in action, couldn’t help but rejoice, as if seeing the dawn of victory.
He immediately roared, his voice like thunder, exploding in the world: "Everyone together! Today we must kill all of Shi Feiyang’s concubines to let him taste the deeply painful loss of close kin!"
The roar was like thunder exploding in the wilderness, making everyone’s ears buzz.
The new Beggar Gang Elder Wu Lie, Wu Ao, Wu Zan, "Seven Evils Sect" disciples, "Blood Transformation Saber" disciples, "Poisonous Hand Nuwa" Li Wuduo, and a group of other Martial Arts experts, due to not knowing Zhong Renwang very well yet, believed his words to be true, moved by the so-called "righteousness of Jianghu" or enticed by interests, responding to the order.
One after another, they leapt up, like a pack of hungry, ferocious wolves, madly pouncing towards Liu Guihua.
Their figures, elongated under the clear moonlight, appeared extraordinarily hideous and terrifying.
Their weapons glimmered with a cold light, like sickles from hell, intending to drown Liu Guihua in this sea of blades and shadows instantly. Yet Liu Guihua was fearless, her brows raised, resembling two sharp willow leaf sabers, a decisive gleam flashed in her eyes, like a shooting star streaking through the night sky.
She firmly grasped the Spirit Snake Whip, which in her hand danced as if it had a life of its own, emitting a "rustling" sound.
Liu Guihua performed the Spirit Snake Whip Technique, whip shadows layered, like a group of agile spirit snakes shuttling and swimming through the air.
Each swing of the whip brought forth a whistling wind, like a sharp blade tearing through the sky, lashing towards the charging villains.
In an instant, the sound of the whip colliding with weapons was incessant, like raindrops pounding on tiles, sparks flying, illuminating the surrounding snowy ground. At this moment, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen performed the "Feixu Qingyan Technique," his form like a wisp of indistinct smoke, instantly leaping into the air, his movements light and agile, like a feather gently lifted by the breeze.
