Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 110 - 94 Watch me as I single-handedly cleave through these two hundred li of dust and sand with my sword!_2

Eight men spilled blood, while the remaining ten did not charge at Chen Qing all at once, but instead targeted the ice coffin behind him!

Chen Qing was left with no choice. He had to turn around and take those ten slashes head-on!

Buzzing sounds filled the air!

The bronze body of Chen Qing endured those ten slashes, leaving not a scratch but mere white marks.

Yet the force behind those blades reverberated within him, causing internal injuries. He quickly circulated the Rejuvenation Gu to heal his internal wounds.

Chen Qing was flung through the air. With his left arm, he propped himself on the ground to prevent the ice coffin from being heavily struck.

He pivoted his body and dashed back into the crowd. Wherever the Great Kui Sword swept, boulders shattered and trees were sliced through, leaving a trail of countless broken bodies!

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Battling with fierce courage, Chen Qing advanced and retreated. After leaving behind six more corpses, he strode away.

After running two miles away, he untied the wine gourd from his waist and drained its contents, feeling his spirits surge.

Honestly speaking, he preferred this head-on fight in Nanli to the sneaky schemes near Da Yan.

The wind carried more information to him.

"That must be Qingxu!"

"Lord Xuan Mang, shall we dispatch the troops?"

...

The rest was somewhat indistinct.

Xuan Mang, was he Xuanping’s brother?

He recognized the first voice; it was Jiang Yu!

It seemed he had crossed many tribes, gathering information with the wind, while Jiang Yu and others had moved ahead of him.

Apparently, it wasn’t necessary to fight through two hundred miles; Jiang Yu and the others might have already come to aid him.

Chen Qing continued running through the mountains, covering another fifty miles. He had killed more than ten enemies along the way, and night was approaching.

Facing a large valley ahead, he chose not to enter, as was his habit.

He stepped onto the rock wall, using the wind to scale the sloping cliff, and climbed onto the cliff on the left side of the valley. Just as he reached the top, a black spear came at him like a venomous snake.

Chen Qing parried with his sword, but his stance was unstable, causing him to be swept off into the valley below by that single blow.

Above the valley, more than three hundred torches were raised, and many warriors from the Yuan Rang Tribe cheered, with echoes sweeping through the sky like waves crashing on the shore.

Yuan Qiu grasped a long spear, standing atop the valley, emerging slowly from amidst over ten warriors. Looking down, he said: "You’re a true tiger warrior; single-handedly wielding your sword while carrying Xuanping, breaking through a hundred-mile siege!"

"Now I have three hundred men blocking your way here. Do you think you can still return to Cold Mountain City?"

Chen Qing listened to the howling wind. No matter how he heard it, the opponent only had about sixty men!

Would it really be so easy to enter around Cold Mountain City with three hundred men?

Yuan Qiu shouted: "Surrender now and hand over Xuanping. I, Yuan Qiu, ensure you’ll not lose your title as Tiger General, with land grants, leading a great army, and a thousand subjects at your service!"

Chen Qing’s eyes turned cold. "Let’s fight it out!"

With those words, Chen Qing’s entire body radiated the color of bronze. Lightning flashed in his eyes as he charged ten feet in three strides.

More than sixty people atop the valley bent their bows to shoot arrows. Iron arrows as thick as fingers were shot at Chen Qing, pouring down like a torrential rainstorm.

Chen Qing flew upwards, launching a fireball with his left hand, deflecting a large number of iron arrows. He endured eight arrows and leaped out, instantly charging into their ranks, slaying four with three strikes, and standing atop the valley.

He looked down at his chest, finding an iron arrow embedded there.

Chen Qing felt it for a moment; it had only penetrated half an inch, hardly an injury.

He didn’t bother to pull it out, snapping it with his sword, leaving the arrowhead inside his body while letting three inches of the shaft stick out. As long as it didn’t impede his movements, it was fine.

These were his achievements!

How could he easily discard them?

Seeing Chen Qing’s ferocity, Yuan Qiu immediately swung his eight-foot-long White Tiger Blade Black Spear at Chen Qing.

Chen Qing infused spiritual energy into the Sword Butterfly. The long sword in his hand extended by two feet, transforming into a six-foot-long sword, and he clashed with Yuan Qiu using the Great Kui Sword Scripture.

With just one strike, Chen Qing left a finger-deep sword mark on Yuan Qiu’s long spear.

Yuan Qiu was forced back by Chen Qing’s blow. Chen Qing attacked the surrounding enemies once more, and wherever his long sword passed, blood flew.

Thunder and sword light soared through the air as Chen Qing unleashed his formidable strength in a frenzied fight!

Yuan Qiu immediately shouted: "Green Wood Vine, bind him for me!"

The four elders beside Yuan Qiu raised their hands, gathering spiritual energy to form green vines that shot toward Chen Qing.

Chen Qing shook off the blood on his sword. In the past, he might have had no solution, but now, the Snake Gu had already transformed into the Butterfly Transformation.

With a wave of his left sleeve, four vines faded into nothingness.

Chen Qing’s strategy was simple. For ranged attacks, he would sweep them away with a wave of his sleeve. For close combat, under the Great Kui Sword, Chen Qing was unbeatable!

Seeing that they couldn’t bind Chen Qing, even as his arms grew numb, Yuan Qiu had no choice but to confront him. Letting Chen Qing rampage among the warriors, no one could stop him.

Facing Yuan Qiu, Chen Qing swung three quick strikes and followed with another slash, breaking Yuan Qiu’s spear and causing blood to spill from his arms.

Yuan Qiu immediately shouted: "Ground Tunnel, shoot him for me!"

Chen Qing charged toward Yuan Qiu, defiantly thinking they wouldn’t dare shoot Yuan Qiu with him.

Chen Qing cleaved toward Yuan Qiu, whose spear was already broken. Now, he wielded the broken spear to battle with Chen Qing.

Seeing the Yuan Rang Tribe hesitate to shoot out of fear of harming Yuan Qiu, Yuan Qiu shouted: "I trust you, brave warriors of the Yuan Rang Tribe! Shoot!"

Hearing this shout, Chen Qing felt a bit more respect for Yuan Qiu. The fierce tiger of Nanli was indeed no mere rumor.

A dense rain of arrows descended again. Chen Qing maneuvered skillfully to keep arrows away from the ice coffin, sustaining one arrow to his left arm, two to his right hand, and three to his chest.

Although appearing a bit battered, none of the injuries were serious, just minor wounds.

Looking back at Yuan Qiu, he too had sustained three arrows, blood flowing freely.

Chen Qing slashed off the arrows embedded in his body, wielding his sword again. His strike was blocked by Yuan Qiu, so he kicked Yuan Qiu in the head, sending him flying three yards away, crashing into five or six people.

Yuan Qiu coughed blood, and Chen Qing seized the opportunity, striking at the weakest point of the defense, slashing three men as he broke through the encirclement, sprinting towards Cold Mountain City.

Yuan Qiu shoved aside a warrior trying to help him, disregarding his own injuries, and shouted: "If Xuanping returns to Cold Mountain City, her next Foundation Establishment will surely succeed!"

"And now with such a warrior, her strength will only grow stronger."

"We must not let him return to Cold Mountain City. Chase him! Any of you not seriously injured, pursue him!"

Though those around appeared confused, upon hearing Yuan Qiu’s shout, they followed his lead, swiftly giving chase.

Chen Qing charged on for another ten miles, standing atop a mountain, looking ahead at a formation of two hundred men.

Amidst the crowd, from a luxurious carriage, stepped a young man in a black cloak. He looked at Chen Qing, eyes alight with joy.

"What a fierce tiger! Single-handedly carving through a hundred miles, defeating two of my Tiger Generals!"

This must be the Witch.

Chen Qing stood his ground, listening to the wind. Ten miles away, he heard the sound of galloping hooves.

"Lord Xuan Mang, there’s light up ahead. It has to be Qingxu, already here with the Witch!"

"Extinguish the torches, let’s strike covertly!"

With a degree of relief setting in, Chen Qing realized reinforcements had arrived. What remained was a display, a performance of bravery.

Chen Qing tightened the ice coffin on his back and took his first step, descending the slope, heading towards the force of two hundred men.

As Chen Qing approached rapidly, those two hundred spread out, enclosing him from all sides.

The handsome-faced Witch shouted: "Qingxu, I do not wish to kill you, nor Xuanping!"

"My intention is to marry Xuanping, unite with the Xuan Bird Tribe, merge our strengths for a century of achievement!"

"Surrender to me, and you’ll be the first Tiger General of both the Xuan Bird Tribe and the Yuan Rang Tribe!"

"Now, surrounded by my two hundred troops, do you think you can still fight your way out?"

"If you surrender, I will give you my sister in marriage!"

Riding hard from a distance, Xuan Mang galloped through a mountain pass, looking ahead at the scene of two hundred surrounding Chen Qing with the ice coffin on his back.

And behind Chen Qing, Yuan Qiu led over forty others, blocking his retreat.

Just when he feared Chen Qing might surrender, Chen Qing let out a fierce cry, drawing his sword, charging alone towards the two hundred!

His eyes gleamed, hearing Chen Qing’s roar coupled with the scene; it felt like hearing the fierce roaring of a wild tiger.

His blood surged with excitement, and he sincerely exclaimed: "Truly a Tiger General!"