As Gong Simeng immersed herself in this romantic and poetic atmosphere, the fierce battle between Shi Feiyang and Qiu Yanhong had already reached a fever pitch.

Each time Qiu Yanhong swung her sword, the piercing cold surged like a tidal wave, as if an invisible giant hand instantly solidified the surrounding air, producing a sizzle sound.

Under the shroud of this bone-chilling cold, the opponents only felt a chill piercing straight into their hearts, their limbs seemingly frozen, making their movements involuntarily sluggish, each subtle motion as if exhausting all their strength.

Qiu Yanhong's figure was agile and light, her Swordsmanship sharp and swift, each move and form meticulously crafted, precision itself, showcasing her deep Inner Strength cultivation, with fluid movements as if performing an elegant dance, yet with a hidden lethal intent.

In the heat of battle, the True Qi of the Bright Jade Technique inside Shi Feiyang was rapidly circulating, gradually forming a powerful vortex.

This vortex seemed to possess life, frantically absorbing the surrounding energy, magnetically drawing in Qiu Yanhong's Profound Ice True Qi and skillfully dissolving it.

Seeing this, Qiu Yanhong couldn't help but feel a trace of surprise in her heart, never expecting that Shi Feiyang's Inner Power would be so unfathomable, able to easily neutralize her proud Profound Ice True Qi.

But she was, after all, a seasoned expert in the Jianghu, with strong mental fortitude, quickly adjusting her mindset, and her eyes became as sharp as a hawk.

In an instant, Qiu Yanhong's Swordsmanship became incredibly sharp again, her figure like a swallow gracefully weaving through the air, with each strike of the sword, the Ice Sword technique's moves were like blooming ice flowers, beautiful yet deadly, the blade cutting through the air, making a whistling sound.

Shi Feiyang, unfazed, wielded the Myanmar Saber in his hand, which glimmered with a silvery light under the sunlight, tracing graceful yet deadly paths through the air. Each move flawlessly fused power and speed, seeming like the force of nature gathering in his hands.

Ever since he successfully integrated the Tathagata Divine Palm, Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique, and Bright Jade Technique, he seldom used the Myanmar Saber.

However, before ascending Cyan Simurgh Peak, Gong Simeng said to him with deep concern, "Brother, carry your saber. Protecting yourself with it is the best way to protect me." It was this heartfelt reminder that made Shi Feiyang carry the saber again, embarking on this journey filled with unknown dangers.

"Clang! Clang!" Shi Feiyang and Qiu Yanhong exchanged strikes, the sound of saber and sword clashing continuously echoed, like the sharp clash of metals, jarring the eardrums. The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by their powerful Inner Strength and Sword Qi, making crackling sounds, as if sparks were sputtering in a burning flame.

Their battle became more intense, Qiu Yanhong's "Ice Sword Technique" exuded a cold and fierce aura, every sword carrying an endless chill; while Shi Feiyang's "Hundred Victories Saber Technique" was increasingly unparalleled in its dominance, every slash embodied the power to topple mountains and overturn seas.

In the mist-covered Cyan Simurgh Peak, their figures appeared and disappeared, like two immortals emerging from the Immortal Realm, engaging in a life and death contest.

Facing Qiu Yanhong's cold assault, Shi Feiyang remained calm, without a trace of fear.

This secretly astounded Qiu Yanhong, never anticipating that Shi Feiyang's cultivated Bright Jade Technique was equally frigid.

Moreover, Shi Feiyang had experienced the radiant baptism of the Exquisite Treasure Pagoda and had fused with Yijin Inner Power.

Now, he feared no cold of any kind. More amazingly, inside Shi Feiyang, the Yijin Inner Power and Bright Jade Technique seemed to create a wonderful chemical reaction, resonating with and enhancing each other.

When Qiu Yanhong's cold attack came, Shi Feiyang not only felt no chill, but could cleverly transform this cold into his own strength, integrating it into the operation of the Bright Jade Technique.

This made Shi Feiyang's defense even more impregnable, his counterattacks more and more fierce, and as the fight grew more intense, the resonance between his Yijin Inner Power and Bright Jade Technique became stronger, his strength continuously increasing, and his Inner Power ever deeper, seemingly inexhaustible.

Each saber swing carried a powerful surge of Qi, as if splitting the surrounding air. Under the support of the Muscle-Tendon Changing and Bright Jade Technique, his saber technique became sharper, each chop accompanied by the sound of the wind, like a howling gale, intimidating people.

Every attack by Qiu Yanhong was astonishingly countered by Shi Feiyang's incredible reflex speed and precise counterattacks.

Shi Feiyang could even utilize Qiu Yanhong's power to counterattack, and the strong recoil often forced Qiu Yanhong to retreat continuously, her steps faltering. At this moment, Qiu Yanhong took a deep breath, her eyes revealing determination.

She knew well that this fierce battle had reached a critical point, and if she didn't make a desperate effort, she would surely be defeated.

Thus, Qiu Yanhong once again gathered all the strength in her body, preparing to launch the final strike.

Her whole body was enveloped in a thick aura of profound ice, making her seem like a moving iceberg, exuding a chilling aura. The sword in her hand trembled slightly, as if accumulating endless power, waiting for the moment to erupt.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Hall Master of Vermilion Bird Hall of Cyan Simurgh Palace, who was also the sect leader of "Illusion Sea Fist," Li Haiqing, was showcasing his extraordinary prowess in martial arts. His fists were like a pair of heavy hammers, swinging with a forceful wind as he executed the move "Woodcutter Pointing the Way," charging fiercely towards "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong with unstoppable momentum.

Wu Zhong faced him without fear, employing the "Six Harmonies True Scripture Internal Technique" to counter with the "Vajra Demon Suppression Palm."

Knowing well that offense is the best defense, he executed the move "Transverse Cloud Ridge," with a forceful palm strike that not only blocked but slashed diagonally, one palm aiming directly at Li Haiqing's waist and ribs, while the other slashed across his neck.

Li Haiqing's body technique was agile, he lightly tapped the ground with his toes, dodging Wu Zhong's strike to his waist and ribs with the nimbleness of a monkey. Immediately, he swiftly changed his fist technique, countering with the move "Inverted Golden Bell," his right fist descending with a whistling wind like a falling meteor, striking directly at Wu Zhong's head.

Instead of retreating, Wu Zhong advanced, letting out a cold snort, "Humph!" The power of the Vajra Demon Suppression Palm grew stronger as he responded with the move "Dragon Leaps in the Abyss," his palms flying, "Boom! Boom!" Wu Zhong's iron palms and Li Haiqing's fists collided violently, producing deafening explosions, as if two artillery shells collided in mid-air, sending powerful shockwaves that scattered the surrounding leaves.

The duel between the two masters was a blur of fists and palms, the speed was dizzying.

The disciples of Cyan Simurgh Palace gathered around, all dumbfounded, never having witnessed such a spectacular battle of masters.

This fierce battle was undoubtedly a visual feast, every clash left the onlookers in indescribable awe.

Li Haiqing suddenly retreated swiftly, his toes lightly tapping the ground, leaping back several zhang like a swallows skimming water, keeping his distance from Wu Zhong. His expression was serious, sweat beads covering his forehead, clearly wary of Wu Zhong's "Vajra Demon Suppression Palm."

Seeing this, Wu Zhong pursued relentlessly, his eyes filled with murderous intent, fully understanding the danger of letting a tiger return to the mountains.

At this moment, he performed the move "Dragon Leaps in the Abyss," his palms like knives, rising in the air, swooping down towards Li Haiqing, "Whoosh," his palms slicing through the air with a fierce momentum.

Li Haiqing's body moved nimbly, sidestepping to narrowly avoid Wu Zhong's fierce strike.

He was secretly relieved, but couldn't help being impressed by Wu Zhong's martial skill. He realized that today's battle could not be resolved peacefully, and he had to give his all to find a glimmer of hope for survival.

Taking a deep breath, True Qi surged within him, his hands swiftly forming seals, muttering incantations. A faint golden protective aura instantly formed around his body, firmly shielding him. Though it couldn't withstand the full strength of a peerless master, it was enough to save his life in a critical moment.

Seeing this, Wu Zhong's expression changed slightly, not expecting Li Haiqing to possess such means. But he quickly calmed down, gathering True Qi in his palms again, preparing to unleash an even more ferocious attack. Fully aware that if he didn't kill Li Haiqing today, it would lead to endless trouble in the future.

Witnessing Wu Zhong's renewed assault, a flash of determination crossed Li Haiqing's eyes. With a quick turn of mind, True Qi surged within him like a tidal wave, enhancing the golden protective aura. He suddenly leaped up, taking the initiative to attack Wu Zhong, with fists clenched tightly, accompanied by the sound of roaring wind, striking directly at Wu Zhong's vital points.

With a disdainful snort, "Humph!" Wu Zhong's palms turned, meeting Li Haiqing's offensive, and the two quickly engaged in an intense confrontation.

The interweaving of fist winds and palm shadows, Qi force overflowing, the surrounding air seemed to be torn, making a "ssss" sound.

Every clash was accompanied by deafening explosions, shocking to the core. Both Li Haiqing and Wu Zhong gave their all, each move aimed to swiftly put the opponent to death.

Li Haiqing's body technique was flexible and versatile, sometimes leaping into the air, sometimes sliding along the ground, trying to disrupt Wu Zhong's rhythm with his unpredictable attacks.

However, Wu Zhong was also an experienced martial artist, responding calmly to Li Haiqing's fierce attacks, his palms moving like dragons swimming in the sea, skillfully balancing offense and defense, maintaining the upper hand all along.

After a short while, both their foreheads were covered in sweat, and their breathing became rapid.

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