By the last few moves, she was able to use her flying sword to first clear out the surrounding soldiers, and then help herself deal with the powerful enemy in front of her. Xi Heng aimed at the enemy's neck and thrust the sharp blade into the gap in the armor. A piercing scream with a sound like piercing flesh and blood rushed into the neck and was withdrawn with a splash of blood. Even as his neck was attacked and blood gushed out, this man was still able to use his last bit of strength to take action, and finally swept his long sword across. Xi Heng held the sword upright in front of him, and the huge blade whistled and smashed down. Clang—— The tremendous force flows from the arms to the whole body. The tip of the sword pierced into the ground and moved back a meter due to the distance. At the same time, the enemy general finally fell to the ground without a sound. An enemy soldier attacked from behind, and with a flick of her finger, she pierced his chest with a flying sword.
The flaming sword continued to swing wildly as the sword finger rotated, circling around the body like a floating cannon. Once anyone approached, they would be killed immediately. Xi Heng patted his dusty clothes and stood up again. Ever since the other party appeared, she had not taken it seriously at all, and only used it to test the effect of the flying sword on these ordinary warriors. "As long as you are skilled in the operation, it is not difficult to use a flying sword to defeat a dark force warrior. However, the effect on a transformation force warrior may not be great, but it can still play a certain restraining role... If you fill in a fire method well, it can also hurt a transformation force cultivator." Xi Heng almost came to a conclusion. While talking to himself, the flying sword killed several attacking enemies. Xi Heng looked back, thinking that he had established his power after killing the general, and the enemy should have retreated. But what he saw was countless Yan Meng's troops continuing to rush forward. "Can't we kill them all?" She clicked her tongue. However, this is the center of the battlefield after all, so it is normal for enemies to come in an endless stream. She had just killed two or three hundred people. Even if she continued to kill thousands, as long as the enemy's formation was not broken, it would not appear empty. In a war, what we need to fight is not the enemy soldiers, but the enemy's formations and strategies - after all, Xi Heng has read military books several times and knows the most basic principles of warfare. The fastest way to destroy a formation is to kill generals and officers, so that ordinary soldiers cannot get orders, and then show some power to make the enemy retreat. After a chain reaction, the enemy will be in chaos, and you can win. But killing the enemy general is not an easy task. The General Yan Mengguo in front of him was not like Fang Tiande. His moves had been figured out and he could kill however he wanted. When facing a genuine alien force, it is better to be cautious and not rush straight through the army. If it is difficult to kill the enemy general, it will be impossible to destroy the enemy formation in the most direct way. I can only try another more troublesome way... Xi Heng's deep red eyes flashed, and he looked around quickly, his eyes falling on the countless enemy soldiers around him. Among them were elite soldiers wearing heavy armor at the front, while there were also cavalry charging and rangers with bows running around, shooting hidden arrows from time to time.
At the same time, there are also generals who have mastered the Ming Jin or An Jin, and are also trapped in this most chaotic area of close combat. Xi Heng subconsciously blocked out the roars and cries of pain around him, and stared at these people with strong murderous intent. The corners of her light-colored lips were inexplicably slightly raised. This arc is very small and you can't even notice it if you don't look carefully. If there were other living people around her, they might think she was still indifferent. But, my heartbeat has gradually accelerated. "How many people do I have to kill to end this war?" The sword finger urged the fire sword in the air to fly back, fall into the scabbard behind him, and close tightly. He stretched his left hand forward and grabbed a blood-stained sword from mid-air. The murderous intent spread along with the evil nature, and spread around the body along with the blood and energy, spreading a hint of red. …… I do not know how long it has been. Maybe five or six minutes, maybe a quarter of an hour, or even half an hour... While allowing the murderous intent to take over his body, Xi Heng had relaxed his perception of other things. I just remember that there seemed to be countless heads piled up in front of me. Faces of different appearances separated from their bodies and flew freely into the sky. They were stained by the blood spurting out from below, pushing the wheels to spin around before finally falling to the ground. The ground was covered with twitching corpses, and when one stepped on it, the soil was mostly soft, not hard. The blood dripped and flowed towards the lower part of the ground, gradually gathering into a small stream. A wooden spear tipped over and floated. The calm surface of the pool of blood reflects the scene on the battlefield above. The cold light of the two blood-stained swords flickered, and the blood gushing out from the sword marks slid through the air and spread on the surface of the bright armor. Xi Heng now understood the benefits of this kind of military armor covered with scales. Don't worry about the nails getting stained by blood, just wipe them with a cloth and they will be clean again. Gently licking the warm blood at the corner of his mouth, the female general of Yan Mengguo covered her bleeding neck with both hands and slowly knelt down to the ground. "What number is this?" "If there are dark energy warriors, there should be twelve? Fourteen?" Because he had put too much thought into pure killing, Xi Heng had lost some memory. As for the Ming Jin generals, heavy cavalry infantry, or ordinary soldiers, it was impossible to guess how many had been killed.
At least until now, the enemy finally dared not to come closer. Xi Heng, covered in blood and murderous intent, was like a demon from hell. Wherever he looked with his red pupils, the soldiers there would retreat in panic. "Xiu, Shura..." These Yan Mengguo soldiers were quite brave, and some of them were even not afraid of death. But what they are not afraid of are just ordinary mortals. According to their national beliefs, even if someone is thrown into a frying pan by the god of hell because of the evil deeds he committed during his lifetime, his comrades who shared life and death with him would grab his hair and support him and take him to heaven, so most Yanmeng people have long hair and wear thick braids. But since there is a place for hell in Yan Mengguo mythology, there are naturally legends about demons and monsters. At this moment, Xi Heng standing in front of them looked more like a Shura demon from hell than a human being. The Shura demon ghost is the descendant of the Hades Elhan. Legend has it that anyone killed by the Shura demon ghost will be trapped in the lowest level of hell forever and will never be able to escape. It is said that the Wang family of their Yanmeng country has a trace of Shura blood. Therefore, the punishment of Yan Mengwang's family has a certain deterrent effect even on the brave generals in the army. When Xi Heng heard the word "Shura", he just tilted his head. She didn't care what these guys were saying, she just kept her sword raised and pointed it steadily at her enemies. "Kill." The beautiful girl uttered this word softly. The leather boots stepped forward and the two swords rotated. Blood splattered, and a red line formed a ring, lighting up all around. The ring is fleeting. Then, blood lines appeared on the bodies of all those who were struck by the circular motion. Some were beheaded, and some were cut in the chest. The figures standing on all sides fell down one after another within a few seconds. Except for one person. Xi Heng heard the sound of sword energy being blocked and looked back. Then she saw an enemy general, who was also covered in blood, walking slowly towards her holding a Miao Dao. She recognized the man as Yan Yinshu, the powerful Hua Jin master who had just challenged General He, the governor of the Great Zhao, in front of the two armies. …… Chapter 105: Meeting on a Narrow Road The autumn breeze blew by, which should have been refreshing, but it was mixed with the smell of blood and was therefore stuffy. The fishy and salty smell of blood spread across the surface, and the quiet pool of blood on the ground began to ripple as drops of blood dripped down. In the sunlight, the ripples revealed an enemy general wearing blood-stained leather armor, with a thin figure and long hair tied into a hemp-like braid.
This man had a thin beard and a few wrinkles on his face left by time. He had dark pupils, a pointed nose and a long forehead. His eyes were as sharp as a wolf under his slightly furrowed brows, and the Miao Dao in his right hand was slender and also dripping with blood. At the same time, he also had two broadswords and machetes hanging on his back, two daggers on his waist, and his wide sleeves looked heavy, which obviously concealed a mystery. Xi Heng saw the blood on this man's body, and it seemed that he had killed a lot of people in the battle. The two sides faced each other with strong murderous intent, but it was only slightly suppressed by Xi Heng. The girl half-closed her eyes, watched the enemy approach, and took a step forward. At the same time, countless ordinary soldiers made way for the two men. As a result, a large area of space strangely appeared in the center of the battlefield. Xi Heng looked around casually as he walked, but did not see any soldiers from Da Zhao. Because of the unconscious slaughter just now, she had already penetrated into the heart of Yan Meng's army. But she did not back down, she just said to herself: "By the way, it's been a while since I've used my killing power..." It seemed that since the battle in Jinshi City, she had not encountered an enemy with the power of Hua Jin. I just happened to be in good form today, so it would be nice to have a strong enemy as a tough meal. The enemy general in the distance saw Xi Heng's contemptuous attitude and said coldly: "You killed Lu Wengnu, one of the seven vanguard generals of the Yan Army under my command?" Compared to the ordinary soldiers who were chopped into pieces on the ground in front of him, the other party seemed to care more about his general. "Head of the vanguard generals?" Xi Heng took two seconds to recall and remembered that someone had just yelled this title at her. Probably the guy with the long-handled machete who hit her hard before he died. "Is your Yan Meng's vanguard so weak? I had just regained my touch when the man was already dead." "Okay, okay," the enemy's eyes became more and more fierce. He raised the long knife in his hand very quickly and aimed straight at Xi Heng. With just this movement of raising the sword, the wind from the sword came whistling. The girl casually picked up a sword and blocked it with the same strong wind. The two long winds collided and made a bang and buzzing sound, like the sound of war drums. "I am Yan Yinmu, the King of Yan Mengjianling County. Please state your name!" "Princess Zhao, Zhao Xiheng." Xiheng answered casually. "Emperor Princess?" The other party frowned: "Who are you, Zhao Qianqiu?" "Why do I hear Zhao Qianqiu's name everywhere... She's my aunt." Xi Heng answered anyway out of confusion. However, the other party was not prepared to respond and continued:
"That's great. Today, I will avenge my brother's injury!" He retracted and lowered the Miao Dao, and the blade flashed white light. The white light turned into a wide crescent-shaped sword energy, tearing through the air at a speed comparable to a bullet, and rushed towards her. Xi Heng also used a red sword energy to shatter the white arc, and subconsciously asked: "Do you also know sword energy? Or knife energy...it doesn't matter."