Chapter 1505
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As Hsu Fengnian charged forward, his left hand lightly rested on the hilt of the saber at his waist. From the top of the city walls, one could instantly see the faces of the soldiers at the very front. It was early in the morning, and these Beimang barbarians were all holding shields, breathing out large mouthfuls of fog. Many of them were in their prime, perhaps having been veterans of Beimang for many years. Perhaps there was still some nervousness in their eyes, but they did not have the slightest bit of confusion that one would have when entering a battle for the first time. This was not strange. Whether it was a cavalry charge against a cavalry charge or a heavy infantry charge against a cavalry charge, the soldiers at the very front were all first-rate elites who were most skilled in battle and were not afraid to die. This was because what they were doing was precisely 'rushing to their deaths'.
Beiliang defended the city with crossbows, then crossbows, and then crossbows. These three axes had already made Beimang's infantry suffer greatly in both Crouching Bow City and Xiaguang City. And among those 'first crossbows', there was a sense of hierarchy based on the weight of the crossbow. Ballista, Big Yellow Ballista, and Fanning Ballista. These were the three most famous heavy ballista of the Northern Liang Border Army. Under the control of the ballista, the ballista, the ballista, and the ballista, bolts were shot out one after another.
Before Hsu Fengnian broke into Beimang's battle formation, bolts shot out from the top of the city walls behind him. The bolts were tied to the bowstrings, completely capable of piercing through a horseman and his horse. The bolts were as large as spears. One of the bolts flew over Hsu Fengnian's head and struck a moving building, directly piercing through it. The huge bolt did not stop there, carrying the blood of the corpses within the building with it. It landed in the infantry formation behind the building, shooting a soldier who had mistakenly thought that he was lucky enough to be hiding behind something so that he could at least die a little later. The bolt pierced a large hole through his chest and shield. The terrifying penetrative force caused the soldier to die before he could even feel the pain.
Hsu Fengnian instantly pulled out his cold saber.
Breaking the formation by himself!
Facing Hsu Fengnian head-on, Beimang's foot soldiers on the frontline, several soldiers who were responsible for shielding the archers behind them from the rain of arrows slowly raised their shields.
Hsu Fengnian pierced through the Beimang soldier's shield and body at the same time, and the two halves flew to the sides.
In this straight line, the shield-bearers at the front and the archers at the back all exploded into a bloody mist without exception.
For some unknown reason, compared to those who died in the vertical direction, those who died in the horizontal direction died silently. Perhaps they were stabbed by a mysterious object that was as hard to detect as a thin needle. Perhaps they were stabbed by an imperceptible red dot from their temples. Perhaps they were stabbed from one shoulder to the other, or perhaps they were stabbed through their hearts. Their deaths were inexplicable and not shocking at all. Only when their corpses fell to the ground would some blood slowly flow out from their wounds. The figure who broke through the thick formation was already far behind the corpses.
With an astonishing speed that ordinary martial artists could not reach with their naked eyes, the childhood sweetheart Huang Tong Ruan madly spun around the four prefectures of its master.
Four flying swords rose into the air.
It was as if a sharp weapon had drawn out a bloody groove on his skin. After Xu Fengnian broke through the formation a hundred and sixty steps in one go, his figure paused for a moment. He raised his head and looked over. As expected, there were already three Northern Mang martial way experts who had moved upon hearing the scent of blood nearby. Even further away, there was also a group of experts rushing over in succession. However, Beimang's foot soldiers did not slow down because of this. They brushed past him amidst the deafening sound of the war drums. When Hsu Fengnian arrived at Hutou City and saw Beimang's extremely orderly retreat, he already felt that it was very difficult to deal with. At the same time, he admired Liu Jinu of Hutou City even more for his ability to defend the city. Xu Fengnian seized the moment when the leading blade wielding expert hacked downwards to 'leisurely and carefree' shake of his wrist. It looked like he was casually shaking off the blood on his cold blade, but because of that wave of fierce aura, the corpses of those Northern Mang armored soldiers to his left flew outwards in large amounts.
The master wielding a sword was not afraid of death. He poured all of his Qi into the sword that he thought had reached the realm of perfection. There was a light green Gang Qi at the tip of the sword. It was obvious that he had an extraordinary cultivation level that only a level two master could have.
While the master who was determined to die attracted Hsu Fengnian's attention, there were two people on his left and right who suddenly sped up. One of them was a burly man who was bare-handed. He suddenly pounced forward after descending from the sky. On the other hand, the short old man to the right of Hsu Fengnian closed his mouth tightly. He placed one hand on his chest and the other hand behind his back like a long spear. He bent his back and rushed towards the young man who was one of the four masters in the world. The exuberant killing intent that instantly erupted made those trembling Northern Mang ordinary soldiers who didn't even look sideways feel a wave of chilliness all over their bodies.
That Master who jumped down from high up and slashed down like a hot knife through butter suddenly opened his eyes wide.
The "old guy" in his hand, which he had relied on for half of his life and could be considered a heavy weapon among sabers, was actually casually extended a hand to that young man and casually grasped the blade's edge.
At the same time, the brawny man who had hammered out with his fists seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. His tall and sturdy body paused for a moment before he gritted his teeth and continued to charge forward. Then, a series of faint yet continuous sounds came from his chest. This Jianghu martial artist who had been conscripted into the army was indeed a tough man. In the pitiful situation where his entire chest was almost riddled with holes from the four flying swords, he still tried to smash his fists onto the young man. However, the distance between them was only seven or eight steps. It felt like they were so close but so far away. After his body was hit four times, not only was blood flowing from his chest, his face was also bleeding. He staggered and could only sway. That punch that used up all of his vitality was still weak and powerless. It was like he was trying to touch the shoulder of his opponent. The burly man's eyes were filled with unwillingness. He fell to the ground and died. In the end, he didn't even touch the corner of that person's clothes.
Before the burly man died, the master who attacked Hsu Fengnian lost his weapon. Hsu Fengnian casually slapped his chest and sent him flying.
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