Chapter 1259: Ryukyu Lovers Compose a Heartfelt Melody, Chivalrous Heroes' Tenderness Intoxicates the Moonlight_6

Wanyan Lie was hit by the air blast, spitting blood and falling to the ground.

Murong Yun saw the situation was dire and turned to flee, but had his arm severed by He Jia’s saber, and screamed as he collapsed onto the ground.

Ye Lüqi, realizing the situation was unfavorable, attempted to use the Lightweight Technique to escape, but Lan Xiaodie hurled a venomous whip, entangling his ankle.

“Trying to run? It’s not that easy!” Lan Xiaodie sneered coldly, dragging Ye Lüqi back.

Gongsun Sheng covered his bleeding forehead, eyes filled with terror: “This… How come the Naiman Tribe has so many experts!”

He turned to flee, but Liu Guihua’s soft whip wrapped around his ankle, dragging him fiercely back to the battlefield.

“Trying to run? Leave your life here! Dare to offend my Naiman Tribe, death is inevitable!” Liu Guihua sneered, her soft whip twining around his neck like a venomous snake, “Today is your death day!” With a forceful twist of her wrist, Gongsun Sheng’s neck emitted a bone-cracking sound that made one’s teeth ache, his wide eyes filled with unwillingness.

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, the sunset’s afterglow spilling onto this brutal battlefield.

Nuerhachi’s army suffered heavy casualties, more than half of the Eight Vajras were lost.

Below the walls of Wulang City, the heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association and the warriors of the Naiman Tribe cheered jubilantly, using blood and life to hold onto this land.

Queen Yili looked at the field littered with corpses, her eyes steadfast: “As long as we unite as one, any formidable enemy is nothing to fear!”

On the walls of Wulang City, the cheering was deafening. Queen Yili looked at the wounded yet spirited heroes, her eyes full of gratitude: “Today’s victory, thanks to everyone’s help! The Naiman Tribe will forever remember this kindness!”

Ren Xiaofeng clasped his hands together: “Amitabha Buddha, may this battle bring peace to the grasslands.”

He Jia wiped the bloodstains from the Goose-shaped Saber, speaking deeply: “If any invader comes, they’ll definitely be gone without returning!”

Lan Xiaodie laughed joyously, retracting her venomous insects: “Next time some fool comes along, I’ll let them taste something worse!”

Shi Ying withdrew the Blood Burning Technique, her complexion slightly pale. Liu Guihua hurriedly moved forward to support her: “Sister, take a quick rest.”

Shi Ying smiled faintly: “It’s nothing. As long as we can protect this land, it’s worth any fatigue.”

The sun set in the west, its afterglow spilling onto the walls of Wulang City, marking the end of this brutal bloodshed.

Outside Ryukyu Island, the black tide surged, three pirate ships tearing through the night like ghosts.

The skull flag hanging at the ship’s prow whipped fiercely in the fishy wind, torches on the deck flickering and casting pirate faces alternately into light and shadow.

Shi Feiyang stood on the lookout tower of the Heroic Sakura Association’s flagship, Bright Jade Technique circulating to “Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison,” his aura of coldness condensing spiderweb-like ice patterns on the sea’s surface, his muscular skin under the black guise glowing with a Liuli luster, resembling an ice sculpture.

“Grand Squad Leader, enemy ships are in the ambush circle!” Lu Chengfeng, the Guard Team leader, gripped the Wave-Cutting Saber at his side, his knuckles turning white from the strain.

Shi Feiyang looked at the approaching shadow, a cold smile curled at his lips: “Tell the brothers, don’t hold back later.”

Before his words faded, the pirate ship’s copper gong suddenly resonated, dozens of fire arrows pierced the air, burning the flagship’s sail with crackling sounds.

“Petty tricks!” Shi Feiyang thrust out his double palms, Hundred Victories Saber Technique’s “Golden Dragon Coiling Claw” wrapped in ice-cold energy soared skyward.

The golden saber energy clashed with the fire arrows, erupting into a deafening roar, burning wood fragments plummeting into the sea like meteors.

Shi Feiyang barely touched the mast with his feet, his figure ghostly as he darted towards the nearest pirate ship, freezing the air into tiny crystals as he passed.

Instantly, the deck erupted with a chorus of agonizing screams.

Shi Feiyang used his palms as knives, the “Golden Dragon Coiling Claw” moved as fast as lightning, shredding three pirates into pieces before they could even glimpse his form.

Blood splattered on the cold deck, rapidly congealing into dark red ice crystals.