Chapter 1057 - 286: Frostblade Sways Devils at the Jade Palace, Cold Silk Seeks the Strange Map Amid Snow_2

"What remarkable Lightweight Technique!" Shi Feiyang praised, suddenly feeling a fierce gust rise behind him.

A dark figure in the middle swung out a crimson chain; the three-pronged hooks whistled through the air, targeting his waist and abdomen.

Shi Feiyang performed the pinnacle of "Deep Concealment of Body and Name" Lightweight Technique, his dark cloak transformed into a phantom in the snow and wind, and in the blink of an eye, he had circled behind the enemy.

The Celestial Frost Blade struck out, executing the killing move "Heaven and Earth Share Silence" from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique; even before the blade reached, its fierce aura had already torn the opponent’s garments, revealing the lurid white bone tattoo on their back. The dark figure let out a miserable cry, and the chain swept back.

Shi Feiyang sidestepped to avoid it, the blade light like lightning, slicing a half-foot-long wound on the opponent’s shoulder and neck.

As blood splashed, the Xue Li Jade Sword stabbed out from the side, the sword momentum "Snow Shadow Pursue Soul" wrapped hauntingly around another enemy, the sword tip never leaving three inches from the opponent’s throat. The three dark figures battled while retreating, leaving trails of black blood on the snow, the air growing thick with a putrid stench.

The north wind swept snow fragments across the stone streets and alleys, the chill gleam on Shi Feiyang’s Celestial Frost Blade reflecting against the snow, making the surroundings as cold as a frozen cellar.

As the dark figure turned abruptly, the force from the chain gouged three half-foot deep trenches into the ground; the mottled dark red bloodstains on the chain betrayed how many Jianghu heroes’ blood it had drunk unknowingly.

Shi Feiyang’s lips curled into a chilling smile, his sword momentum suddenly changed, executing the most ferocious and dominant kill move "Heaven and Earth Share Longevity" from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. In an instant, the blade light surged ten feet high, like a colossal wave pouring down from the nine heavens, with a deafening explosive sound filling the air. The chain in this powerful sword momentum crumbled inch by inch like rotten wood, the flying metal scraps carrying sharp sounds of breaking through air, like countless flying sabers shooting in all directions.

The dark shadow couldn’t dodge in time, a shard of the severed chain sliced like a venomous snake across its cheek, blood gushed forth like a spring, half the face instantly stained scarlet. It let out a beast-like roar, drawing out a black bamboo tube from its chest, and with a sinister smile, hurled it to the ground: "If you want life, then let’s all go down to the Yellow Springs!"

"Watch out! It’s the White Bone Sect’s ’Nether Poisonous Mist Nail’!" Shi Feiyang’s expression changed abruptly, his long arm wrapped around Xue Li’s soft waist, pulling her into his embrace.

With a light tap underfoot, he performed the pinnacle lightweight skill "After finishing, wipe the clothes and leave," his figure retreating like a phantom.

Just as the two left the spot, a booming explosion shook the ground violently, purple-black smoke churned like a savage beast, countless tiny poison needles hidden within the smoke, pouring out like a torrential downpour.

Shi Feiyang fully operated the Bright Jade Technique, a warm jade-colored glow emanating from his body, his dark cloak billowed like a giant sail, becoming an impenetrable True Qi barrier. The poison needles striking the barrier echoed with dense "ding ding dang dang" sounds, like rain pattering on a bronze bell, yet unable to breach.

Once the poison mist slightly dispersed, a cold gleam flashed in Shi Feiyang’s eyes, his foot lightly touched the ground, and his figure shot towards the dark shadow like an arrow.

The Celestial Frost Blade in his hand turned into a dazzling white rainbow, aiming straight for the opponent’s throat.

The dark shadow frantically raised its claws to block, but a crisp "crack" sounded as Shi Feiyang’s blade easily severed the arm, blood sprayed like a fountain, arcing a scarlet line through the air.

Screaming in anguish, the dark shadow staggered back, the Xue Li Jade Sword flickered like a cold star, thrusting from the side and piercing its chest precisely. The dark figure’s eyes widened, its throat emitted a "ho ho" raspy sound, slowly collapsed into a pool of blood, the blood swiftly soaking into the white snow, dyeing the ground a grim pattern.

The remaining two dark shadows exchanged a fearful glance, turning to flee.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his majestic inner strength infused into the Celestial Frost Blade, swinging out a fierce blade aura.

The blade aura cut through one dark shadow’s back in an instant, the person let out a wretched cry, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, breathing his last.

The other dark shadow, shaken to the core, fled madly, only to see the Xue Li Jade Sword released, drawing a subtle blue arc in the air, precisely piercing its shoulder blade. The person was driven by the powerful impact, crashing into the wall, the jade sword deeply embedded, pinning him immovably.

After the fight, the streets and alleys lay in chaos.

Severed limbs scattered everywhere, the white snow dyed dark red with blood, the air heavy with the stench of blood and decay.

Shi Feiyang slowly sheathed his blade, the dragon-patterned scabbard still dripping with blood, blossoming into red plum on the snowy ground.

He turned to look at Xue Li, noticing her disheveled hair adding a touch of heroism, he couldn’t help but praise: "Young lady’s Kunlun Swordsmanship is truly marvelous, leaving me in awe."

Xue Li’s cheeks flushed slightly, she bowed her head respectfully, her legs beneath the plain white dress still trembling slightly: "If not for your assistance, today I fear I would have perished to the Yellow Springs. Your great kindness will never be forgotten."

Shi Feiyang flicked away the poison needle embedded in his shoulder, his gaze like lightning on Xue Li’s jade sword: "The Kunlun Swordsmanship you practiced contains traces of Western Region’s ’Ice Soul Cold Technique’. Such a masterful fusion is not something an ordinary Kunlun disciple can achieve."

Xue Li’s delicate body trembled suddenly, raising her eyes towards Shi Feiyang, filled with shock and panic.

She bit her lower lip, forcing a bitter smile: "You have sharp eyes, sir. To tell the truth, I was once a discarded disciple of the Kunlun Sect, raised by the White-haired Granny in the Celestial Snow Cave since childhood, what I learned is barely some unorthodox techniques, unworthy of greatness."

Before her words finished, the distant sound of a poignant Qiang flute pierced the air, its tune mournful yet carrying a sinister and sorrowful note.

Xue Li’s face turned deadly pale, her jade sword unwittingly emitted a light hum, feeling the approach of a certain danger.