Chapter 1135 - 301: Snow-Bladed Lovers’ Calamity at the Cold Pass, The Tragic End of the Jade-Boned and Ice-Hearted Heroes (Part 4)

At this moment, a powerful palm force broke through the air.

Kang Fusheng’s palms glowed with a bluish-gray light, revealing the "Fossil Divine Technique" of the Martial Arts world.

Before the palm wind arrived, Xie Wen felt his skin burn like being scorched by fire, showing the supreme force of the legendary "Sky-Splitting Palm"!

"Be careful!" Without time to think, he dropped the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, making a swift escape with Shi Xiong like the wind.

Kang Fusheng’s palm force grazed the soles of his boots, leaving the ground cracked wherever it passed, turning the accumulated snow instantly to powder.

Shi Xiong looked at the chaos below, tightly gripping his sword hilt: "Brother Xie, we cannot retreat!"

Yet Xie Wen knew the enemy was in the dark while he was in the open and whispered: "If the green mountain remains..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Hunyang leapt from the ruins, the Tendons and Bones Separating Hand sweeping through the debris to attack once again.

Xie Wen countered by flicking three Bone-Piercing Nails, taking advantage of his opponent’s evasion, he threw down another Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, enveloping Lie Quan, performing the Lightweight Technique, pulling Lie Quan into the air, saving his life.

Kang Fusheng sneered: "Not a single member of the Heroic Sakura Association can escape!" He rose into the air, pursuing Xie Wen relentlessly.

However, Xie Wen’s "Feixu Qingyan Technique" was unparalleled, leaving Kang Fusheng playing a game of hide-and-seek with him in mid-air.

The cold wind swept fragments of ice like steel needles, painting Feima Pass in a deadly silver white.

Xiao Lingling’s Mandarin Duck Saber danced through the night, the short saber like a Spiritual Snake spitting venom, the long saber like a startled swan skimming the water, the dual blades together forging a snow-colored curtain around her. On the opposite side, Wu Niu wore a soft armor of dark iron, his fist wind tearing the air apart, sending the snow swirling upwards, showing that he had perfected the "Seven Injuries Fist".

"The Seven Injuries Fist hurts the enemy a thousand while self-damaging eight hundred. Aren’t you afraid of backlash?" Xiao Lingling’s eyebrows knit sharply, her dual blades turning into two white arcs targeting the throat. She knew this fist attack always harmed the user, hoping to break its offensive with swift moves.

Wu Niu threw his head back in wild laughter, revealing sharp white fangs: "In this chaotic world, if I can take your Heroic Sakura Association to the grave, what does it matter if my meridians shatter!" Just as he spoke, seven energies of different colors formed a whirlpool in his palms, with red being fierce, green gentle, and black contracted, simultaneously unleashing the sevenfold force of the "Seven Injuries Fist".

In the instant of the clash between fist and blade, the world seemed to freeze.

Xiao Lingling suddenly felt an immense force transmitted through the blade, like a mountain collapsing.

She fiercely channeled her inner strength, her dual blades crafting the defense move "Mandarin Ducks Playing in Water," but saw Wu Niu’s fist energy suddenly change, a gentle force like a venomous snake slipped through and heavily struck her shoulder. "Ah!" Xiao Lingling gasped, stumbling backward, her left shoulder instantly swollen, blood trickling down the blade and blooming in the snow like red plum blossoms.

Wu Niu, seeing the advantage, pressed on without mercy, his figure like a specter as his fist wind, carrying a stench, closed in: "Woman, surrender your life!"

Xiao Lingling gritted her teeth, raising her blades to block, the Mandarin Duck Saber clashing with fist energy, emitting an ear-piercing metallic shriek.

The powerful countershock made her tiger’s mouth crack open, the long saber nearly slipping from her grasp, the acute pain from her right wrist made it almost impossible to hold her weapon.

In this critical moment, there was a sudden sound of something breaking through the air.

Shi Xiong, lying on Xie Wen’s back, shot the Poisoned Horned Cone like a meteor towards Wu Niu’s back.

With a cold snort, Wu Niu veered to avoid the fatal spot, the Poisoned Cone passing his ear and leaving a shallow hole in the city wall.

"A little brat dares to sneak attack?" He swung a countering punch towards Xie Wen, but before the wind could reach, Xie Wen used the "Feixu Qingyan Technique" to retreat three paces, leaving only two shallow footprints in the snow.

Xiao Lingling seized the chance to recuperate, noticing the cold sweat on Wu Niu’s forehead, her mind quickened: "Indeed, the Seven Injuries Fist has begun to backlash!"

Clenching her silver teeth, her dual blades suddenly abandoned defense for offense, executing the killing move "Paired Wings" from the Mandarin Duck Saber technique.

Her long and short blades turned into streams of light, targeting the upper and lower regions, forcing Wu Niu to pull back his fist to defend.

"Seeking death!" Wu Niu roared angrily, unleashing the full power of the Seven Injuries Fist once more.

This time, the seven energies surged like a tide, forming tangible fist shadows in the air.

Xiao Lingling’s breath caught, her blades crossed in front of her chest, but a crisp "crack" echoed, as the Mandarin Duck Saber was shattered with web-like cracks by the fist force. She felt a heavy blow to her chest, tasted sweetness in her throat, and sprayed blood onto her blades.

Just as Wu Niu prepared to deliver a fatal strike, Xie Wen suddenly darted behind him like a ghost, his long sword thrust towards Wu Niu’s "Da Zhui" point.

Wu Niu hastily countered, the Gang Qi from his fist wind forcing Xie Wen back several steps.

Shi Xiong seized the opportunity, launching three more Poisoned Horned Cones, Wu Niu dodging frantically, letting out continuous angry shouts, channeling the Seven Injuries Fist, his veins protruding like small snakes: "Even if I die today, I’ll take you down with me!" His fist energy swelling three times larger, cracking the ground wherever it passed, snow turning to powder. Xiao Lingling, Xie Wen, and Shi Xiong exchanged glances, simultaneously executing the Lightweight Technique to retreat.

"Boom!" Wu Niu’s fist force struck nothing, exploding the ground into a pit over a meter deep.

The cold wind carried the iron-flavored snow particles, staining Feima Pass into a bloody Xiuluo Scene.

Wu Zhong’s palms flew, the "Demon Subduing Divine Palm" wrapped in the intense inner strength of the "Six Harmonies True Scripture," each strike raised a wave over a meter high. Across from him, Wubo’s seven long swords spiraled mid-air, the "Seven-Quartet Heart-Locking Sword" array danced like a frenzy of silver snakes, the sword light weaving into an impenetrable web of death.

"Do you really think this Sword Array can trap me?" Wu Zhong bellowed, his palm wind like a Mountain-Cracking Giant Axe, forcefully cleaving a gap in the sword web.

Wubo sneered, the seven swords suddenly changed formation, their tips flickering with a ghostly blue glow: "Try and see!"

In an instant, seven strands of Sword Qi shot like spiritual snakes towards Wu Zhong’s major acupoints.