Hong Miao sighed, it was a pity that the other party was injured by the red line instead of the sword itself, otherwise he would have been poisoned.
She was about to continue her attack, intending to break the opponent's posture with her continuous sword moves.
But before the second sword fell, Liang Mangchen suddenly shouted, and the majestic momentum contained in his body burst out along with the hidden power, shaking the surrounding objects and causing them to fall outwards.
There was no place to hide from this move in the narrow tent, and the senior sister was also under the force and had to take a few steps back before she could steady herself.
"The remnant of the Bloodline Sword? Are you the one who helped me steal the Huajin martial arts from you several years ago?"
"Don't say anything more. Today we must fight to the death!"
Hong Miao didn't want to say more, and took another step forward to stab the enemy in the neck.
If possible, she just wanted to kill her enemy in a few moves and then fly away from here immediately using her lightness skills.
"Just you?"
The sword in Liang Mangchen's hand shook, and a thick black gas suddenly burst out.
This black air was not like the black wind that Xi Heng had seen when the Black Ling Sword Master swung his sword, but rather a kind of evil and vicious air.
Although Xi Heng was ordered to guard outside the tent, he was worried about the safety of his senior sister, so he still glanced at the scene inside through the crack in the tent.
The sword intent of this Tianliang general is similar to Senior Sister Hongmiao's sword of killing, but it seems to have gone a step further. Instead of killing people, it contains more murderous intent that wants to destroy all living things.
Xi Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, this looked like a kind of martial arts.
Just as she was thinking about how to seize the martial arts, she suddenly heard a lot of shouting coming from the surroundings.
Most of the guards heard what was happening and wanted to come to the big tent for support. Even the soldiers who had just put out half of the fire at the granary dropped their buckets and ran straight into the camp.
Xi Heng no longer concealed his figure and stood directly in front of the big tent, facing the hundreds of armed soldiers who were approaching.
Watching the enemy approaching quickly, she suddenly swung her sword, drawing a conspicuous arc on the snow with the wind of the sword, and said loudly:
"Anyone who takes one step further will die!"
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Chapter 55: The Trade Chief's Revenge
"Whoever takes one step forward will die!"
This warning had no effect at first, as a strong armored soldier still rushed forward, holding a spear and roaring.
Xi Heng then drew his sword and stabbed. A red line was drawn in the air, pointing directly at the opponent's forehead. After making a bloody hole, it pierced through another person's head.
The two men fell to the ground together, twitching in the snow.
A group of guards at the back also stopped suddenly, but some of them, perhaps because they didn't hear clearly or were simply not afraid, ran forward with weapons in hand.
Xi Heng stepped forward with sword in hand and chopped off four or five more heads.
The head was separated from the body, and the blood from the neck gushed out like a fountain. Only then did the guards behind him stop.
If this group of miscellaneous soldiers could rush forward like zombies, regardless of their lives, although they would not be able to cause any serious injuries to Xi Heng, it would still be possible for them to break through her blockade with their numbers and rush into the tent to support the general.
But at the moment, no one was leading the way forward, and the soldiers without any opinions of their own naturally stayed where they were.
Xi Heng snorted coldly, and suddenly thrust the long sword in his hand forward. The wind from the sword created countless snowflakes, and also revealed his warrior aura and murderous intent to kill thousands of people.
She had beheaded the emperor twice before, and had killed several high-ranking officials in the court one after another. Finally, she used the sword of sacrifice to fight against a martial artist with super-strength. Her murderous intent had undergone a qualitative change. Ordinary people would tremble all over just by looking at her.
Now, this murderous intent was accompanied by power, and with the record of chopping off several heads in an instant, the guards surrounding the arc even spontaneously took a few steps back.
When Xi Heng saw this effect, he felt nothing agitated.
If I were the emperor back then, facing the remnants of the Tianliang Army, I could just give an order and kill them all, right?
No need to take action in person.
Being an emperor does have some benefits.
The sound of sword chanting could still be heard from the tent in the rear. I wondered if Senior Sister Hong Miao had the upper hand.
If we cannot defeat the other party, no matter how long we block the support, we will inevitably die together with Senior Sister in the end...
The girl stared at the enemy in front of her with an indifferent look.
Death doesn't matter, I just hope that after I die in this life, my psychological life span won't be reduced like before.
It would be even better if we could add another two years...
Although he was still confronting the enemy, Xi Heng had already thought about how he would die.
In a short while, among the group of soldiers in the front, more than a dozen elite soldiers carrying large wooden shields and holding long spears formed a shield and spear formation to deal with warriors, and advanced towards Xi Heng.
But Xi Heng didn't take it seriously at all. Her sword energy could even pierce through five or six centimeters of stone. How could these pieces of wood possibly block it?
She raised the sword, twisted her wrist, and another red line stabbed out.
The red line pierced through the wooden shield and caused a muffled groan of pain. A corpse fell directly to the ground. The spearman behind him also covered his genitals and screamed in pain, and his weapon fell.
From behind another thick shield nearby, a javelin was hurled towards her.
Xi Heng raised his sword and used his strength to knock it away. The spear head spun several times in the air and then pierced into the snow.
Seeing that the entire shield and spear formation had already stepped into the arc, she no longer hesitated, and immediately leaped closer, using the sharp sword in her hand to cut off the thick shield, and even cut off the arms of the shield-holding soldiers behind.
He kicked the shield next to him with an unstoppable force, smashing the people behind him away like a bowling ball.
A spear was thrust at her from the other side of the shield, but she raised her hand and grasped the shaft of the spear. The tip of the spear, which was about to reach her, seemed to be clamped by steel and could not move forward even an inch.
He pressed his left hand down suddenly, and the gun barrel pressed on the thick shield to become a lever, directly lifting the man holding the gun high into the air.
The man finally knew to let go, but this loosened his hand gave Xi Heng the opportunity to turn the spear, and the spear flew towards the man in the air like a meteor.
The gun tip pierced through the enemy's abdomen. He curled up in pain, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a groan. He fell to the ground and continued to struggle, but died in a moment.
"Come again."
She hooked her finger, and the elite soldiers who were still alive retreated outside the arc in panic.
Xi Heng sighed.
If I had encountered this kind of situation before, I would have rushed into the crowd of soldiers with my sword until there was no one left alive around me.
But now, in order to protect Senior Sister Hong Miao's safety, she had to endure it for a while.
Wait for a chance to kill again later...
The sound of sword fighting in the tent behind was still going on, and judging from the sounds, there was no sign of who was able to suppress the other.
If I suddenly enter the camp against my senior sister's will, maybe I can help her get some help... But if I can't kill that person in a short period of time, it will be even more troublesome when the groups of soldiers outside come in.
While she was thinking, Xi Heng heard an inexplicable dance of applause accompanied by a tiger roar, and a surging palm force roared towards her.
Xi Heng frowned slightly, the voice sounded familiar.
She then turned around and swung her sword, and the sword wind and sword energy rushed out to confront the enemy's palm wind.
When the two energies collided, a muffled sound was heard in the air, like hammering a drum.
The air vibration created a gust of wind, ruffling Xi Heng's tied hair. She gradually remembered why she was familiar with this move.
After the palm force was released, there were roars of dragons and tigers, which instantly reminded her of the appearance of the old eunuch in the palace when he took action before.
The old eunuch could not be in Jinshi, he was more likely to be someone who also practiced Tiangang Tongzi Kung Fu.
"Tian Gang Tong Zi Gong? Who is coming?" She suddenly stared at the person who was using the palm.
"Not bad, you have vision!"
The man was only wearing a thin, rough white cloth, wrapping himself in the cold wind without fear of the cold. There was a faint white aura pulsating slightly on his body, his skin was rough and hard, he had short hair and a short beard, and his expression and temperament were resolute:
"I am the leader of the Huangmeishan Army stationed in Jianchang, Lin Chunhui!"
"Who did you learn this martial art from?" Xi Heng asked.
"I was taught the skill by a wandering monk when I was young! Why are you asking this, young lady?"
Xi Heng did not answer, and immediately raised his sword to stab the opponent's neck.
But when the red line hit, white light appeared all over the opponent's body, which directly dispersed the red light of the sword.
"It's against the rules to attack by calling each other's names!" Lin Chunhui was no longer polite. White gas gradually appeared in his palms. His muscles and bones trembled and his palms were raised violently. Another whistling sound was emitted, and he attacked with the palm energy.
Xi Heng raised his sword and cut through the palm wind, while at the same time swinging out sword energy, he fought against the enemy from a distance.
The red sword energy is obviously sharper than the opponent's, and the palm wind can be easily torn apart, but then it will either be dodged by the enemy or blocked by the pale white energy on his body.
Although the enemy's white mist was not as thick as that of the old eunuch, and could not be emitted from a distance, it was already a force to be reckoned with.
Seeing that the long-range sword energy had little effect, Xi Heng rushed forward with the sword in hand, and chopped the enemy's shoulder with the same sword-falling blood rain style as before, like a large cassock.
Seeing the sword coming, the enemy had to guard against it. He protected his internal energy with both hands and pushed hard. The sword blade collided with the opponent's palm, but was offset by the internal energy and the flesh as hard as iron sand. It only left a white mark, and not even blood was seen.
At the same time, another burst of energy attacked her body, throwing her several meters away like a car hit.
Xi Heng coughed lightly, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and saw a trace of blood.
She frowned slightly and held her breath for a moment to suppress the pain.
The next moment, she no longer had any doubts, and stepped forward and launched a series of sharp sword moves like a rainstorm.
Even if his moves were blocked, or like just now when he was blown away by the strong energy, he would not stop his sword moves. As long as he could still move, the sword blade would be pointed at the vital parts of the enemy's body.
The varied sword moves were only for attack and not for defense. In just a moment, the opponent's palm strike hit her left shoulder. The huge force made her body turn, and the sword blade actually used this force to rush towards the enemy's neck.
With a sword chant, the red light at the tip of the sharp blade directly penetrated the energy surrounding the enemy and pierced into his neck.
The sturdy man frowned immediately, suddenly shouted, and all the energy in his body burst out, pushing Xi Heng away again.
When Xi Heng landed, his body had not yet stabilized, but he rushed forward without hesitation.
The other party opened his mouth as if to say something, but a red line flashed, and a big head flew into the air. Blood spurted out of the head like a fountain, almost one meter high, before leaving a line of blood and falling down.
What was left of the enemy knelt down in the snow.
It was not until this moment that Xi Heng breathed a sigh of relief, staggered a few steps and almost fell.
She wanted to rub her right arm to relax her overly tense muscles, but she found that her left hand seemed a little unskilled...
"Ok?"
Xi Heng glanced sideways.
But he saw that the shoulder bone of his left arm had been broken and bent to an incredible angle.
But because of the excitement of the battle, the pain was not obvious.
She took this opportunity to drop the sword in her hand. When the blade pierced into the snow, her right hand suddenly grabbed her left shoulder, which was bent out of shape, and pulled it forward violently to its original shape.
The bone fragments and cracks pierced the flesh, and the painful and numb feeling made Xi Heng tremble all over.
"hiss……"
Although it wasn't that painful, it wasn't a comfortable feeling at all.
The girl held her shoulder and tried to raise her left hand, but her entire left arm was shaking and obviously could no longer be used.
"Many sword moves that require two hands are no longer useful..."
As for the fracture itself, it is not a big deal. She has already reached the level of dark strength and has some control over her tendons and bones. She can use qi and blood to promote recovery, and she will be back to normal in no more than a hundred days.
But now that one of my arms is broken, it has a huge impact on the sword fight...
Xi Heng pretended nothing had happened. He raised his sword with his right arm and pointed it at the enemy, once again showing his murderous aura.
The blood from the neck of the corpse next to her was still spurting out, hitting the girl's tights, leaving a few bright red plum blossoms.
The heavy head and corpse that fell to the ground were also quite intimidating. The way the dark force warrior died made these ordinary soldiers dare not approach.
In the tent behind, the sound of swords had gradually weakened, and it seemed that the outcome would be decided soon.
Xi Heng stood motionless in the empty space in front of the tent like a statue, with snowflakes floating on his body and sword. The cold wind blew on his cheeks, and the red satin hairband used to tie his ponytail was blown loose by the wind and fell to the ground after a while, leaving his long black hair spread out.
I don't know whether it was a few seconds or half a minute later, but another hoarse shouting sounded beside my ears.
"Good work!"
The sound of footsteps was heard again, and a warrior in a black robe flew over from behind the Tianliang soldiers.
The man's footsteps made a sound in the air, as if he could step on something even in mid-air. In just two or three seconds, he crossed dozens of meters and landed in front of Xi Heng.
