Chapter 229: Hand Blade

Suddenly, Wei Zhuang's hand gesture turned into a blade and slashed down!

"Kill!"

The Hong Sect disciples drew their blades and charged forward one after another!

These blades were all ones that Cheng Feng had had Babai and Cheng Yi bring back from the Black Wind Stronghold.

Babai and Cheng Yi had counted them; there were two hundred blades in a crate, and ten crates meant two thousand swords and blades!

With swords and blades now available, how could Cheng Feng let his disciples go without them? They immediately equipped themselves!

This resulted in there still being six crates of swords and blades in the Hong Mansion's cellar!

Watching the Hong Sect disciples draw their blades in confrontation, the Black Snake Gang members were not to be outdone. Isn't it just a fight to the death? They were all people living on the edge, with their heads tied to their waistbands; such a day was bound to come!

"Brothers, kill for me!"

The Black Snake Gang members also drew the blades from their waists and charged toward the Hong Sect disciples!

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The two sides instantly clashed in a melee, fresh blood splattering everywhere and severed limbs flying!

"Puchi!"

A Hong Sect disciple slashed a blade at a member of the Black Snake Gang, cutting him straight to the ground!

"Ah!"

The Black Snake Gang member let out a miserable shriek, the blade in his hand dropped to the ground, and his body collapsed limply into a pool of blood!

A Black Snake Gang disciple to the side immediately swung his blade, opening a large hole in the Hong Sect disciple's chest, with internal organs and blood spilling all over the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Both sides traded blows, neither giving an inch, and for a time, it was hard to determine a victor!

Seeing this stalemate, Wei Zhuang could not help himself; this was, after all, his first mission for the Hong Sect.

He drew his Sword, a single rider against a thousand.

The blade's cold light flickered, piercing the stifling air of the alleyway. Every sound of metal clashing was accompanied by a low rumble, echoing in the narrow space, adding a touch of tragedy and determination to this sudden confrontation.

Wei Zhuang's figure was like lightning, every move and stance precise and lethal. His gaze was cold and sharp, as if he could perceive every subtle movement of his opponents. His Sword Technique was not only fast but also ruthless; every time he swung his sword, someone would inevitably fall. Although the Black Snake Gang members were numerous, before him, they were like clay chickens and pottery dogs, unable to withstand a single blow.

"Hong Sect disciples, follow me and charge!" Wei Zhuang's voice pierced the clamor of the battlefield, firm and powerful. Upon hearing this, the Hong Sect disciples' morale soared. They followed closely behind Wei Zhuang, fighting with their lives, swearing to protect the peace of this land.

Seeing this, the Black Snake Gang's Heijiao had a face as gloomy as water. He knew that today's battle concerned the reputation of the Black Snake Gang and that he could not retreat in the slightest. He let out a roar and joined the fray himself, dancing a Black Iron long whip so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through. Wherever he went, the Hong Sect disciples retreated, not daring to take the blow head-on.

"Wei Zhuang, although your Hong Sect is strong, my Black Snake Gang is no pushover! Today, let us settle this once and for all!" Heijiao's voice was filled with ruthlessness and determination. He knew that in this battle, either the Black Snake Gang would be completely wiped out, or they would turn defeat into victory and restore their prestige.

The two forces clashed fiercely in the alley; blades flashed, swords gleamed, flesh and blood flew, and the air was filled with a heavy, bloody stench.

As the battle continued, every inch of ground in the alley seemed to be soaked in blood. Both sides were exhausted, but the fire in their eyes had not yet been extinguished.

Although Heijiao's Black Iron long whip was fierce, it gradually began to show signs of fatigue, each swing requiring more effort. Meanwhile, Wei Zhuang, with a cold, gleaming Long Sword, moved through the battlefield with ease, the speed of his Sword Technique leaving one dazzled.

Just as the situation seemed to be tipping in favor of the Hong Sect, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the mouth of the alley, breaking the extremely tense atmosphere. Everyone looked toward the sound and saw a group of strangers wearing strange attire and ghost masks pouring into the alley. They held various exotic weapons, their movements uniform and orderly, clearly a well-trained team.

"Black Snake Gang reinforcements? Or a new variable?" Wei Zhuang pondered to himself, his brows furrowed.

Seeing this, a flash of surprise and wild joy crossed Heijiao's eyes. He shouted loudly, "Brothers, reinforcements have arrived! Kill for me!" Instantly, the Black Snake Gang members' morale soared, and their offensive became even more fierce.

This group of mysterious visitors did not immediately join the fray but instead formed a circle and slowly rotated, seemingly performing some kind of ritual. As they chanted incantations under their breath, the wind direction in the alley changed abruptly, and a cold, sinister aura permeated the area, even temporarily suppressing the bloody scent in the air.

"What kind of evil art is this?" Alarm bells rang in Wei Zhuang's heart. In this world of martial arts, any phenomenon that defied reason could be a fatal threat.

Just as everyone was stunned, the group of mysterious people suddenly surged forward, but instead of charging at the enemy, they each ran to different corners of the alley. Their weapons traced eerie trajectories in the air, and subsequently, the ground began to shake. Several stone slabs cracked open inexplicably, and from them, several thick, dark shadows darted out—they were actually well-trained poisonous snakes, and they headed straight for the Hong Sect disciples.

This turn of events came so suddenly that the Hong Sect disciples had not expected it at all. They had been prepared to deal with various situations, but they had not expected to encounter such an attack. In an instant, the Hong Sect disciples' formation fell into chaos, and they were at a loss.

Seeing this, Wei Zhuang's heart sank, but he immediately realized he had to react quickly, or the situation would spiral out of control. He made a decisive choice and shouted, "Do not panic! Form up immediately!" Upon hearing the order, the Hong Sect disciples acted quickly, tightly forming a formation, raising their Long Swords like shields to create an impregnable line of defense.

Wei Zhuang took the lead, stepping forward personally. The sword in his hand danced like lightning, the sword light flickering like a dragon, instantly severing several poisonous snakes. His Sword Technique was incredibly precise, each strike hitting its target accurately, causing the snakes to fall to the ground one after another. However, new poisonous snakes emerged from the cracks continuously, as if they were endless.

Wei Zhuang's brows were tightly knit, his heart filled with unwillingness and anger. He knew he could not let this continue; he had to find a way to stop the attack of these poisonous snakes. While swinging his sword to kill the snakes, he pondered a countermeasure. The Hong Sect disciples, meanwhile, appeared somewhat timid, scared by the numerous snakes before them and not daring to strike easily.

After a moment of thought, Wei Zhuang decided not to hide his strength any longer; the appearance of this group of snake-controllers was simply too abrupt.

"I don't want to lose in a situation like this," Wei Zhuang thought to himself.

Thus, he charged alone into the group of mysterious people, his Blood Qi burning, giving his all. The current situation required forcing the opponents into disarray.

Wei Zhuang charged into the midst of the mysterious people, his Sword Technique fierce, forcing them to retreat repeatedly. Seeing this, the mysterious people chanted in unison, and more poisonous snakes emerged from the ground.

Wei Zhuang was unafraid; using his sword as a brush, he swung it rapidly in the air and shouted coldly, "Horizontal Sweep Across Eight Directions!"

Invisible force shot toward the poisonous snakes, and the swarm of snakes instantly vanished into dust. The group of mysterious people was shocked and waved their weapons again, but this time, it was to no avail.

Without the support of the snake swarm, these people's strength was merely average, and Wei Zhuang did not take them seriously.

Taking this opportunity, Wei Zhuang pointed his sword at the mysterious group, the tip of the blade chillingly sharp: "Hong Sect disciples, follow me and kill!!!"

Seeing the tide of battle turned by Wei Zhuang, the Hong Sect disciples' morale surged.