King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 975: Chapter 270: The Hypocritical Young Lord Covets Beauty, The Chivalrous Maiden Falls into Peril (2)

The three cautiously approached what seemed to be an important tent, just about to peek inside when suddenly, a shadowy figure struck from behind the tent like lightning, too fast for anyone to react.

The shadow wielded a blade that glinted with a chilling light, like cold lightning in the night, aiming directly at Shi Xiong’s back.

Guo Xiangyu’s eyes were sharp and her movements quick; she quickly pulled Shi Xiong away, her actions agile and decisive, shouting: "Watch out!"

Meanwhile, at some point, she had an iron coin dart in her hand, which she flung towards the shadowy figure.

Her strike was like lightning, the iron coin dart flew through the night sky with a fierce force, emitting a sharp whistle.

The silhouette flickered like a wisp of black smoke, effortlessly dodging the hidden weapon, and let out a strange laugh: "Hm, puny thieves, dare to cause trouble in my Hake Tribe camp; today, you won’t escape!"

The strange laughter echoed through the night sky, filled with eeriness and terror.

As the shadow spoke, several more figures closed in from all sides, all appearing to be top-tier experts.

One among them wielding a pair of Meteor Hammers began swinging them fiercely, accompanied by a gale that roared like a tiger, aiming at Xie Wen with a force that seemed unstoppable. The Meteor Hammers sparkled with a cold sheen under the firelight, each swing appearing capable of tearing the air apart.

Xie Wen spun around, employing the "Feixu Qingyan Technique," this cultivation technique was exquisite, he drifted to the side like a wisp of light smoke, his movements were so light they seemed devoid of weight.

He simultaneously drew the soft sword from his waist, the sword swayed like a Spiritual Snake out of its hole, carrying chilling light and murderous intent, thrusting towards the user of the Meteor Hammers.

In his hands, the soft sword moved with vivid agility, and with his mysterious lightweight technique, the sword seemed to come alive, every thrust was unpredictably dangerous.

Shi Xiong wielded the White Rainbow Treasure Sword, employing the "Thirteen Life-taking Swords" swordsmanship, engaging in battle with another master. That master wielded a pair of Wolf Fang Clubs, every swing resonated with the sound of wind, clashing with Shi Xiong’s treasure sword, causing sparks to fly.

Shi Xiong excelled in exquisite and fierce swordsmanship, the sword art flickering like stars, changing unpredictably, each stroke carrying a lethal threat.

However, he was disadvantaged by insufficient power, his intricate swordplay couldn’t penetrate the heavy wind of the Wolf Fang Clubs, never reaching the opponent’s vital point.

The Wolf Fang Clubs moved like two small mountains, exerting immense pressure, making it challenging for Shi Xiong to withstand.

Guo Xiangyu was amidst the melee yet remained unperturbed.

She relied on nimble body technique, weaving effortlessly among the crowd, her posture graceful like a butterfly dancing among flowers.

She occasionally released iron coin darts to disrupt the opponent’s attack.

With precision, she pinpointed a flaw, her body moved like electricity towards an enemy, the short knife in her hand flickered with a chilling light, directly aiming at the opponent’s throat. That cold light like a flash of lightning illuminated the enemy’s terrified face.

The person turned pale with fright, ashen-faced, hurriedly raising a sword to block.

Guo Xiangyu flicked her wrist, the short knife slid along the enemy’s sword edge, slicing his wrist.

The person cried out in pain, the sword in his hand fell with a clatter.

Blood gushed from his wrist, pooling on the snow as it dripped into a patch of crimson, glaring under the firelight.

However, more enemies were closing in, the situation becoming increasingly dire.

At this moment, a tall man in a black robe slowly emerged from the tent, his face stern like century-old ice, eyes filled with a chilling coldness. In his hand held a black staff, the tip embedded with a blood-red gemstone that glimmered eerily under the firelight, exuding endless malevolence.

The black-clad man sneered: "A group of unwitting fools, daring to intrude into the secret camp of my Hake Tribe and Western Holy Sect, today I’ll have you all executed!" With that, he swung the staff, a torrent of black air swept towards everyone.

The black air stream, like a black dragon, came with a world-destroying momentum, where it passed, snow danced upward, forming a white whirlwind. Guo Xiangyu saw this and was startled, at a glance, she discerned this black-robed man had high martial arts skills, far superior to ordinary experts.

The aura he emitted was like a towering icy mountain, chillingly intimidating, sending shivers down the spine.

She had a quick thought and suddenly took out a handful of powder from her bosom, scattering it into the black air stream.

It turned out to be smoke she had meticulously crafted, specifically to confuse her enemies.

The smoke, light green, flickered in the night like a swarm of agile fireflies.

Enveloped by the black air stream, the smoke instantly spread out, resembling a rolling dark cloud.

The enemies began coughing, their formation falling into disarray, some clutching their mouths and noses, fleeing in all directions; others, eyes hazy, stood unsteadily.

Xie Wen seized the chance and shouted: "Go!" His voice, resonant like a great bell, echoed through the night sky.

The trio seized the chaos, their silhouettes flickering like three black bolts of lightning, swiftly fleeing the camp.

Their figures intermittently appeared in the night, ghostly, moving with incredible speed.

After a thrilling escape, the trio finally evaded the enemy’s pursuit.

They stopped in a secluded valley, at this point, all three were panting heavily, their clothes torn in several places.

Xie Wen wiped the sweat from his forehead, the sweat dripped down his resolute face, he said: "Had it not been for Miss Guo’s wit today, we would have been hard-pressed to escape. Miss Guo’s smoke, indeed a life-saving talisman at critical moments!"