Free Web NovelChapter 936: Chapter 263: Shi Feiyang’s Showdown with the Demon Horde, Yearning Souls of the Beauties (Part 4)
The surrounding air was sliced by the blade energy, producing a "chichichi" sound.
At this moment, Shi Feiyang’s gaze was resolute, like the dawn breaking, revealing absolute confidence in his martial arts and a formidable intimidation against his enemy.
Xie Zhichuan felt a piercing pain in his wrist, as though thousands of steel needles were simultaneously stabbing into him.
Shi Feiyang’s fierce blade energy was like an invisible sharp blade, slicing across his right wrist.
The sword in Xie Zhichuan’s hand could no longer be held, and with a "clang," it fell onto the snow, making a crisp sound in the silent world.
The pain rendered his face as white as paper, bloodless, cold sweat pouring down like rain, with beads as large as peas rolling off his forehead and melting instantly upon hitting the snow. His Kunlun Flame Technique, originally radiating with overwhelming heat, faced with the extreme cold of Shi Feiyang’s powerful Bright Jade Technique, was extinguished mercilessly like a weak candle in the face of a storm. He stared at his injured wrist, filled with despair and reluctance, his body trembling uncontrollably, with the shaking infused with endless rage and hatred.
However, Xie Zhichuan did not give up. Last time, when he snatched that fake "Five Poison Scripture," his hand was burned by Lan Xiaodie’s poison, and now, the iron arm and iron palm came into play.
At the moment the sword fell, he acted like a rabid dog, recklessly biting anyone in sight. He swung his iron arm and iron palm with full vengeance, attacking Shi Feiyang. The iron arm swung with a whoosh, shredding the surrounding air into fragments.
Dugu Yan, witnessing all this, thought of his five sons’ tragic deaths under Shi Feiyang’s blade, and the fury in his heart ignited with a "whoosh," burning fiercely. His eyes turned red, as if ready to spew fire, wielding a long sword he let out a roar, filled with unforgettable hatred.
Then he exhibited the mysterious and fierce "Evil-Expelling Swordsmanship."
In an instant, sword shadows flew densely, like blooming sword flowers, completely enveloping Shi Feiyang. The sword shadows flickered with icy light, like countless sharp blades sparkling and dancing in the air, seeming to want to slice Shi Feiyang into a thousand cuts and shred him to pieces.
Faced with such peril, Shi Feiyang remained fearless, his expression calm as ever.
His gaze was steadfast, like the brightest star in the night sky, shining with fearless light. Executing the mysterious "Deep Concealment of Body and Name" lightweight technique, his figure moved effortlessly through the sword shadows, like a nimble swallow dancing in the storm, his movements fluid and seamless.
Sometimes he struck with his palm, the palm wind howling like a tsunami, compressing the air into invisible qi walls, deflecting Dugu Yan’s sword moves one by one, his palm power mighty, fully displaying a hero’s spirit; sometimes he flicked with fingers, his finger power like electricity, precisely countering Dugu Yan’s every attack, leaving him vulnerable.
Every move he made showed ease and confidence, the battle seemed like a mere relaxed game for him, revealing the composure and confidence of a generation’s hero in every gesture.
Ding Hong witnessing this scene was deeply anxious. He knew well that Shi Feiyang’s martial arts were formidable, if they did not unite, defeat was inevitable.
He shouted angrily, his voice booming like thunder in the icy snow.
Wielding the iron staff in his hand, he applied the clever "Dog-Beating Stick Technique," executing the "Trip" tactic.
His figure agile, like a black shadow swiftly moving on the snow, he executed the intricate moves "Mastiff Snatches Stick," "Turn Dog to Heaven," "Double Mastiff Strike," "Chicken Flies Dog Jumps," with skill. The iron stick in his hand Like a nimble python, twisting and coiling, aiming to entangle Shi Feiyang’s legs, attempting to trip him, causing him to lose balance and fall into a crisis.
Shi Feiyang sneered, the smile carrying a hint of disdain, mocking his opponent’s overestimation.
Instantly, he activated the Bright Jade Technique at high speed, his body emitted a faint aura, the True Qi swirling around him like a furious vortex. This powerful True Qi vortex immediately gripped Ding Hong’s iron staff tightly, making Ding Hong feel as if the iron staff was being pulled irresistibly by an invisible giant hand, utterly beyond his control.
Every swing was redirected by Shi Feiyang’s True Qi vortex to an odd direction.
Ding Hong’s iron staff was deflected, incidentally blocking Xie Zhichuan’s iron palm and Dugu Yan’s stabbing sword.
The three weapons clashed, making a "clanging" noise, resembling the screeching sound of metal collision, echoing in the icy snow, resonating painfully in the ears. The three felt a searing pain in their tiger’s grip, as if hit hard by a hammer, their arms numb, nearly unable to hold their weapons.
They stared at Shi Feiyang, their eyes filled with fear and reluctance, bodies trembling slightly in the cold wind.
Zhong Renwang, caught in this predicament, looking at his side’s disheveled state, felt a tumult like a thousand ants crawling over his heart. But he, being inherently stubborn, was unwilling to give in, his eyes burning with the last flame of stubbornness and unwillingness.
He bit his teeth, his cheeks puffed up high, a flicker of determination in his eyes, as if making a final struggle.
Tightly clutching the Beggar Gang’s treasured Dog-Beating Stick in his hand, it trembled slightly, feeling his tension and resolve.
Suddenly, he swung his arm fiercely, launched the Dog-Beating Stick like a black lightning, forcefully towards Ding Hong.
