In the formation, the young Sword Crown from the Sword Tomb of the Wu family had his vision blurred by sweat. He held two sabers that he had casually snatched and had just repelled the dense saber formation of more than a hundred Beimang soldiers. For a swordsman like Wu Liuding, it didn't matter what kind of weapon he had in his hand. He took the opportunity to gasp for breath, shook his head, and lifted his sleeve to wipe his sweat. Looking ahead, the young man grinned.
The so-called battle between masters was a battle of Qi, which was the truth of martial arts. However, that was under the situation where both sides were evenly matched and there was no room for the slightest difference. But when it came to fighting on the battlefield, there was no such thing. For example, no matter how closely the Beimang soldiers and archers connected their attacks, there was no way that the young Sword Crown did not have a chance to breathe. However, this did not mean that Wu Liuding had become a legendary enemy on the battlefield. This was because the depth of a martial arts master's Qi was ultimately fixed. Not to mention the Earth Immortals, even the Celestial State masters who could resonate with heaven and earth did not have an inexhaustible Qi. Every time they breathed, it was just a re-accumulation of power. The speed of the Qi in the body was definitely much faster than the speed of replenishment. Especially compared to Wang Xianzhi, Tuoba Bodhisattva, or Xuanyuan Pan, the Ancestor of Mount Hui, who were pure martial artists, whether swordsmen focused on sword intent or swordsmanship, regardless of whether they had reached the First Level, their physique was inevitably not as strong as the former. Therefore, in the five hundred years of Jianghu, the people who advanced the fastest were usually the gifted swordsmen. Previously, there was Li Chungang, the Spring and Autumn Sword Armor, and now there was Chen Tianyuan, the Banished Immortal of Taibai Sword Sect. On the other hand, although Wang Xianzhi, Xuanyuan Pan, and the others had great achievements in the end and their combat strength was even more terrifying, the speed of their martial arts advancement was obviously slower.
Since ancient times, there was a saying that there was no enemy on the battlefield. Why was it that only Beiliang's Xu Longxiang was expected to break the precedent?
Of course, it was not because of how high Xu Longxiang's realm was, but because he was born in the Vajra Realm. On the battlefield, there was room for a Martial Dao Grand Master to breathe again and again. However, as the Qi in his body decreased, as long as the army had enough soldiers, the Martial Dao Grand Master would naturally be exhausted to death.
Of course, the young people of the Wu Family, whose talent and constitution were the best among the Wu Family's Sword Tomb, understood this superficial logic.
However, he still insisted on breaking the formation alone.
Wu Liuding bent down at the waist, his back facing that female sword attendant who roamed the jianghu with him. He released a heavy breath of turbid air, his expression a bit sentimental as he quietly said, "Cuihua, I believe that I will never be able to compare to that fella surnamed Xu in my entire life. I reckon that he has already slaughtered his way all the way to Northern Mang's great banner. Where am I right now?
The sword attendant Cuihua nodded and did not say any comforting words.
Wu Liuding sighed, "It's really annoying. Do you remember that time in the reed marsh outside Xiangfan City, I could defeat seventy or eighty Beiliang's His Royal Highness with one hand?"
The sword attendant Cuihua's mouth curled up. Her eyes were gentle, "It should be."
Wu Liuding was silent. He clenched his two swords.
Suddenly, the young sword attendant felt a palm gently pressing on his head.
How could a man's head and a woman's waist be touched?
However, Wu Liuding did not care.
The female sword attendant who gave the impression of being quiet and peaceful rubbed Wu Liuding's head. She opened her eyes and looked into the distance. She said softly, "Although I have always wondered why you wanted to compete with that young King, no matter what, since you are willing to admit defeat …"
Wu Liuding's eyes were firm. He shook his head vigorously and said, "I don't admit defeat!"
The sword attendant Cuihua retracted her hand and raised her arm to hold the Su Of Gojoseon's hilt. "Actually, there is something I have been hiding from you."
Wu Liuding suddenly turned his head and said with a sad face, "Cuihua, don't say it, don't say it. If you tell me that you secretly like Xu, where should I go to cry?"
The female sword attendant glared at him and then slowly pulled out the Su Of Gojoseon. After brushing past him, she said softly, "I am probably already a sword immortal on the land."
Wu Liuding was stunned.
Outside the big formation, Xu Yanbing was not in a hurry to break the formation. In the face of the thick formation, Xu Yanbing made a move that no one expected. As the junior brother of the Spear Immortal Wang Xiu, this martial arts master who was rarely mentioned in the Liyang River Lake, suddenly stabbed the iron spear in his hand into the ground.
Xu Yanbing took a step forward. The iron spear was behind him and on his right side was the iron spear.
It seemed that this man wanted to tell the ten thousand people formation.
I, Beiliang, Xu Yanbing, am here. No one in Beimang can pass the spear.
— — —
At the back of the eighteen masters who left the city was the blind female zither player from Xishu, Xue Songguan.
However, it was precisely this young woman who seemed to be the furthest away from the battlefield that bore the heaviest pressure.
Northern Mang's wave after wave of arrow rain that rained down on North Jailor City were all stopped by her and Cheng Baishuang, who had ascended to the Great Celestial Phenomenon Realm. It was to the extent that even the two thousand plus Stone Catapult Carts' boulders, the largest among them, were all shattered in midair by this female zither master who was merely at the Finger Profound Realm.
The huge stones thrown by those large catapults driven by hundreds of people were like thunder. They were invincible and could sink seven feet into the ground.
His arrogance was extinguished by a woman with a slender waist and a delicate body, just like the spring wind and rain.
Xue Songguan had already changed to sitting cross-legged. The zither was placed on her legs.
Four strings had been broken.
The first string was broken by her. The next three strings were broken by Jie, Bi, and Fan respectively.
The blind female zither player lowered her head. Her fingers were trembling slightly.
There were drops of scarlet blood dripping from the body of the zither.
She knew that her sacrifice was worth it. Although she was born an assassin and did not know much about war, before the siege infantry arrived, every wave of arrows that Beimang threw out to help the infantry suppress the city was equivalent to fewer casualties for the Beiliang Frontier Army in the North Jiebei City.
Xue Songguan slowly raised her head and looked with some confusion at the old Confucian who had come to her side. She knew that his surname was Cheng Baishuang. He was a scholar of the old Southern Tang and a martial arts master of the Southern Border.
The old man said with an amiable expression, "Miss Xue, you are still young. You don't have to work so hard. Previously, you acted too quickly. This Old Man was worried about disrupting your Qi and did not know where to stop you. Now, it will be up to This Old Man to do the work. Miss, it will be up to you to fill in the gaps. How about it? "
The blind female zither player gently shook her head. She was unusually determined.
The old man did not find this strange. He waved his sleeve and smashed the boulders above his head with Haoran Qi. At the same time, he continued to persuade her with an amiable expression, "Miss Xue, This Old Man is two generations older than you. Allow This Old Man to take advantage of his seniority and speak some great principles. This Old Man does not know why you are here and does not know who you are here for. But since This Old Man is fighting side by side with your little girl, there is no reason for a girl to die first. This is unreasonable and impolite, isn't it?"
The woman smiled gracefully. She seemed to have thought of This Old Man who also liked to speak reason.
Some scholars, regardless of age, seemed to be somewhat naive and cute.
She still remembered that in the early years, Su Su and This Old Man Zhao had argued. In a fit of anger, Su Su spoke without thinking and asked the old man why he did not die for the country. She did not expect that This Old Man Zhao would confidently reply to Su Su that scholars should be strategizing for the emperor in the imperial court. That kind of dedication was the right thing to do. Fighting on the battlefield had always been the duty of a martial artist. Death was a worthy death. If I, Zhao Dingxiu, was a scholar afraid of dying on the battlefield, what was wrong with that? Su Su suddenly grimaced and was speechless. This Old Man Zhao leisurely left with his hands behind his back. It was just that the old man's back was somewhat bleak.
Cheng Baishuang laughed and joked, "Miss Xue, such a beautiful and rare girl like you, how can you not get married? Wouldn't that cause a certain man in the world to lose that great fortune?! This Old Man Zhao is old. If I were thirty or forty years younger, I would definitely write a beautiful poem and give it to you. A gentle and graceful girl is a good match for a gentleman. "
Xue Songguan blushed.
Cheng Baishuang restrained his expression and said, "Next, let this half-scholar old man put in more effort. Miss Xue, what do you think?"
Xue Songguan did not know how to answer.
The old Confucian scholar Cheng Baishuang took a deep breath.
The Confucian sages said, "Even if there are millions of people, I will go forward."
It was the perfect scene!
— —
Suddenly, a strange phenomenon appeared in the world!
A light pillar as thick as a mountain fell from the sky and completely covered the land in front of the Beimang Great Flag.
It was like a snow-white waterfall that fell from the Nine Heavens to the mortal world!
At that moment, Tuoba Bodhisattva finally appeared. He stood less than ten feet away from Đồng Thái's flying sword. The Beimang God of War looked coldly at the Peach Blossom Sword God. "I'm only here as bait. Actually, there's no need for me to kill Hsu Fengnian. The Heavenly Dao will suppress it."
Đồng Thái's expression was solemn. He looked at the light pillar that continued to strike the ground from the sky. It contained a supreme dignity that did not exist in the mortal world. Đồng Thái fell into deep thought.
Tuoba Bodhisattva sneered and said, "Đồng Thái, why don't we use this opportunity to determine the victor?"
Đồng Thái slowly retracted his gaze and finally looked at Tuoba Bodhisattva. However, he shook his head and sneered, "It's not my turn."
Tuoba Bodhisattva immediately turned around.
In front of the great Northern Mang banner that was covered in dust, one could vaguely see that a black line seemed to have appeared between the pillar of light and the ground from the distance.
Under the suppression of the Heavenly Dao.
Someone straightened his back!
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