Chapter 977 - 270: The Hypocritical Young Master’s Greed for Beauty, The Chivalrous Maiden’s Peril (Part 4)

He unleashed the "Mountain-Cracking Saber Technique", swinging a strike towards Shi Xiong, a blow with the force to split Shi Xiong in half.

Shi Xiong hurriedly raised his sword to block, with a loud clang, sparks flew, and Shi Xiong felt his arm tremble, his tiger’s mouth numb.

But he did not retreat, quickly counterattacking, executing the "Thirteen Life-taking Swords" with a move "Qingfeng Cuts the Face", the treasure sword with a cold gleam, stabbing straight at the guard’s chest.

The guard quickly sidestepped to dodge, but the treasure sword still tore his clothing, leaving a blood mark on his chest.

Xie Wen seized the moment of enemy confusion, his figure flashed like a streak of black lightning, closing in on a guard.

With a shake of his soft sword, he executed "Wind Rolls up the Remnant Cloud" from the "Qingfeng Swordsmanship", shadows of the sword overlapped, instantly carving wounds all over the guard, who screamed and fell dead.

Meanwhile, Guo Xiangyu stood by, continuously flinging plum blossom darts to support Xie Wen and Shi Xiong.

Her gaze was determined, the plum blossom darts in her hand seemed to have eyes, constantly hitting enemy vital points.

In an instant, the warehouse was filled with cries of combat and screams intertwined, the stench of blood growing ever stronger.

However, the enemies surged like a torrential tide, unending, rushing forward recklessly.

A burly guard, like a towering small mountain, wielded a heavy Wolf Fang Club, its spikes flickering with an icy gleam, like fierce fangs.

He bellowed a roar, his voice booming like a bell, forcefully swinging the Wolf Fang Club at a pile of sacks.

With a resounding "bang", akin to a thunderclap in the warehouse, the sacks were smashed open, salt pouring out like a white torrent, resembling an avalanche, surging forward.

Seeing this, Shi Xiong’s eyes widened with rage burning in his pupils, he leaped forward fiercely, wielding his sword towards the guard, with a swift and unstoppable momentum, akin to a silver lightning slashing through the night sky.

The guard hurriedly raised his club to block, with a "clang", sparks scattered, much like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

Shi Xiong felt his arm shudder as if struck by a massive hammer, the brute force of the opponent was unimaginable, his arm instantly numb, losing feeling.

At this moment, Xie Wen, with eyes like torches, keenly noticed a small window on the warehouse wall, although narrow, in this life-and-death moment, it was like a hope of life. With their skills, they might be able to slip through.

He took a deep breath, calming his rapid breathing, and shouted loudly: "Brother Shi, Miss Guo, there’s a window over there, let’s head for it! It’s our only hope of survival, we mustn’t miss it!" His voice was firm and powerful, like a beam piercing through the dark chaos of the warehouse.

Upon hearing this, Guo Xiangyu raised her eyebrows slightly, a flash of resolve in her eyes, and quickly nodded in agreement.

She swiftly pulled out a smoke bomb, bluish-gray in color, emitting a mysterious glow in the dim warehouse.

With a seamless motion, she released the smoke towards the enemies, her actions like flowing water.

The smoke instantly diffused, like a mist shrouding the earth, with coughing and curses echoing among the enemies, like a disturbed swarm of bees. Their vision was obstructed, their movements stumbled, chaos intensified, bumping into each other in disarray.

The three seized this moment of chaos, exerting all their abilities, breaking through towards the small window.

Guo Xiangyu moved gracefully, weaving through the enemies with ease.

Her figure was enchanting, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, the short blade in her hand flashing with cold light, like a lightning bolt on a cold night.

She executed the "Qimen Sancai Saber Technique", her saber moves were strange and varied, occasionally slicing enemy wrists and throats, leaving them defenseless.

Each strike was filled with fierce killing intent, and when the enemies got hit, blood splattered, leaving stains on the ground.

Meanwhile, Xie Wen protected the flanks of the three with his soft sword, his sword moves dense, repelling enemies trying to approach.

He employed "Qingfeng Swordsmanship", the sword momentum gentle yet hiding fatal danger, the sword like a nimble snake, drawing graceful arcs in the air, each move precisely piercing enemy vital points, causing them to scream in pain and collapse.

Shi Xiong was at the forefront, his treasure sword sweeping, no one could withstand its edge.

He used the "Thirteen Life-taking Swords", his moves ruthless, incredibly powerful.

His eyes were determined and fierce, like a brave leopard, wherever he went, the enemies retreated, either slashed or stabbed, their blood staining his clothes and the ground beneath his feet.

Just as they were about to reach the small window, a black shadow shot down from above with incredible speed, like a meteor falling.

It turned out to be the black-robed figure, whose robe flapped like burning black flames.

The black-robed individual held a staff, eyes glinting with a cold light, akin to ghostly flames in a cold night, and snorted coldly: "Think you can leave? No one leaves here alive today!"

The voice was deep and icy, as if coming from the Nine Nether Hell, filled with endless killing intent, echoing in the warehouse, chilling to the bone.

Then, the person waved the staff, unleashing a black Qi Force surging towards the three, the force like a black dragon with the momentum of destruction, twisting the air where it passed, creating a buzzing sound.

Guo Xiangyu was shocked, her beautiful eyes wide open, the force was alarmingly powerful, if collided head-on, the three would be severely injured or even lose their lives.

Without thinking further, she swiftly took out a piece of silk, lightweight but infused with her entire power at this moment.

She vigorously whipped it towards the Qi Force, and under the impact, the silk instantly disintegrated into dust, like willow catkins in the wind, disappearing without a trace, but slightly slowed the momentum of the Qi Force, buying them precious time.