Chen Ping's Sword

Of course, not only the Golden Eagle in the sky but also below the city gate tower, a bear and a tiger, two extremely fierce Qi mechanisms, are sweeping in crazily.

It hasn’t launched an attack yet, but it feels like a sword drawn from its sheath.

’What quick reaction, having just killed twenty thousand Hu Cavalry, and breaking a city, the opposing side immediately dispatches such formations. It seems this battle can only end in retreat.

And I wonder how many of the more than sixteen thousand cavalry will return after this battle?"

Ran Qiuye slightly raised her willow-leaf shaped eyebrows, taking the time to regulate her breath, preparing to face the impending bloody and arduous battle.

"Mother, don’t be afraid, I will protect you."

Even though she was on the battlefield, knowing these words seemed inappropriate, Ji Mingyue still said with a smile: "Also, don’t worry about Seventh Brother, that big fellow is just a candle flame, Seventh Brother is the moon. Their Qi and Blood are not on the same level."

"You can feel it?"

Master Qiuye habitually dismissed her daughter’s words as childish talk, intending to rebut when she suddenly paused, remembering something.

"Xiaoyue, have you mastered the Celestial Heart Bright Moon Sword?"

"Whether I have or not, Mother, you can see for yourself." Ji Mingyue’s smile disappeared, the long sword at her back springing to her hand, pointing softly into the space ahead.

Swish...

The Sword Momentum was like the wind, without much complexity apparent, but as if birds were flying and fish were swimming, as though containing the mysteries of heaven and earth.

That sword was clearly supposed to be there, not anywhere else.

As the Sword Light moved, a bright gleam appeared, and in the air, a Golden Feathered Arrow manifested.

The arrow’s fiery intent was deeply hidden, touched by the sword tip, it changed between blazing white and icy blue, three times in succession, forming a large hole in the void before, with ice and fire Qi mechanisms, mutually dissolving and scattering.

A sense of murder quietly emerged in the heart.

What a dark and sinister Sunset Divine Arrow.

Ran Qiuye looked up and saw in the shadow of the city tower a veiled woman in red, her eyes sharp as blades, staring intently at herself, before shifting her gaze away, no longer drawing the bow to shoot.

"Great Sun Divine Skill, Sunset Divine Arrow Murong Xue..."

Ran Qiuye squeezed a few words through her clenched teeth.

This woman, when facing combat power, wouldn’t count as extremely strong; Ran Qiuye thought that if facing her directly, she would certainly have a chance to kill her.

But, Murong Xue’s detestable part is her avoidance of direct confrontation. Clearly a master, close to the Unity Realm in skills, she specializes in hiding and shooting arrows stealthily.

During the Battle of Celestial Gate Pass, three great generals and dozens of masters fell to her arrows; even elders from the Qingwei Sect fell under her power.

If one were to say which enemy here is most hated, Murong Xue ranks even above Murong Wudi.

This woman, could be described as a venomous snake.

Slick and evasive, yet posing a huge threat.

If the situation turned dire, she would flee.

The recent sneak arrow attack, shadowless and formless, with hidden killing intent.

Thinking what others would not.

She didn’t attack the leading general Chen Ping but instead sneakily targeted herself, tired from long battle, who could have expected that?

In fact, at the moment the hidden arrow approached, even with years of spiritual cultivation, there was no hint of the killing intent.

If not for Little Mingyue’s obstructing arrow, it might have been realized just before the arrow broke the skin.

At which point, no matter how strong her Sword Technique, it would certainly result in a grave wound.

A single slip, if caught by this woman like a snake, multiple arrows in succession, could very well lead to death.

’I understand now, this is to first slay the general as a demonstration, shatter Chen Ping’s spirit, to aid Murong Wudi in forming his grand momentum.’

Watching Murong Wudi charge ever faster, surrounded by black, boiling-sized tornado, dragging a golden steel pole behind him and blood flame rising a foot high, charging like a Demon God.

Master Qiuye instantly saw through the changes in battlefield dynamics, as well as the rising and falling of both sides’ Qi mechanisms.

She marveled at her precious daughter, her eyes filled with disbelief.

’So, Chen Ping was right, daughter truly is powerful... Even on this complex battlefield, she needs no one else’s protection, but rather I, her battle-worn mother, must rely on her protection.’

Wanting to ask a few questions, but clearly now is not the right moment.

Master Qiuye followed her daughter’s gaze and saw Chen Ping, man and horse accelerating sharply.

He leapt from the horse’s back, acquiring strength from some unknown source, his figure transforming into a golden light, roaring, piercing the air in front, leaving a white trace, heading toward Murong Wudi.

Both charging toward each other.

Like a ferocious tiger, a mad dragon, violently, murderous force explosively manifesting.

From all sides came countless wild shouts; everyone’s hearts were in their throats.

Boom...

Narrow path, force conquering force, strength Breaking strength.

Facing the steel pole like a roof beam, swept over like tidal waves, Chen Ping resisted the fierce wind pressure, with one sword stroke...

The Black Dragon Sword, with the dragon head protruding, dragon body coiling, dragon roar shaking the four corners, within the thundering wind and lightning, crazily exploding.

A sword breaking the sky, the surrounding Sword Momentum shimmering with innumerable lightning.

In Ran Qiuye’s eyes, she nearly gasped.

"Sword Qi Thunder Sound, it’s Sword Qi Thunder Sound."

Legendary, true high-level Sword Immortal experts, when flying swords are released, the Sword Light vibrates mid-air, tearing open the air, and due to high-frequency oscillation, resolution of the finest air particles, creates violent thunder and lightning.

Such Sword Light possesses boundless power.

No matter how resilient something is, upon contact with the Thunder Sound Spiritual Sword, it immediately breaks into fragments or shattered into void.

She always thought this was not a real record, just some historical tale a master heard while traveling the world, included it in sectal records, not trustworthy.

But now witnessing personally.

Master Qiuye almost didn’t believe her years of experience and common sense.

Though slightly different from the legendary Sword Immortal’s sword technique, that’s not the point, the point is the oscillation arc of Chen Ping’s long sword, and the vague thunder forming around the sword body, sparking lightning.

Without a doubt, this is "Sword Qi Thunder Sound."

Extremely mighty, breaking evil, vanquishing demons, nothing can withstand.

Bang...

In a deafening clash between gold and iron.

The enormous gold pole, as thick as a beam, was struck by Chen Ping’s sword, the front end like splashing water, countless tiny steel shards exploded like rain, scattering backward.

Whistling sounds.

A ripple swept back.

Murong Wudi’s charge halted, arms like elephant legs, crazily trembling.

As his body leaned back, he let out a painful roar, his arms suddenly bursting.

Countless bone shards from thick muscles and skin, burst out like explosive thunder, flesh and blood flying.

Under immense impact.

He could not stand firmly, his legs deeply embedded in the ground, sliding along the grass and soil for over ten yards before standing stable.

Looking at him again, with disheveled hair like grass, eyes and nostrils, mouth corners, and even ear canals oozed blood, flowing down.

Like a wounded forest beast, his golden stare still ruthlessly unmatched.

"You actually took my sword and didn’t die, quite the strength."

Chen Ping grinned widely, full of admiration.

"Because of that, I’ll leave your corpse intact."

Before the words landed, his figure slightly wavered, transforming into a thread of golden light, already chasing to Murong Wudi, long sword swinging roundly, roaring thunder, a sword cleaved down.