My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 555 - 198: The Battle of Yin Mountain, Slaying Ten Thousand People_3

Chapter 555: Chapter 198: The Battle of Yin Mountain, Slaying Ten Thousand People_3

All techniques and skills fused into one in this instant.

This was his strongest slash!

Within this indistinct moment,

Murong Huatu could even vaguely sense the realm above Martial Saints!

He could see a bigger world!

This slash was all-out offensive, with no defense—either kill the foe or die himself!

This slash could split mountains!

“Boom—”

The Xuan Plate Black Tiger formed by the long slash spread its wings, and amidst the downpouring ice and snow, it lunged at the White Robe in front of it, at the exact moment when the two armies clashed, with a wild blast of energy, a tiger’s roar that shook the heavens, carrying the momentum to swallow the sky and devour the earth!

Right at this moment,

A glint of cold light arrived first, followed by a dragon-like thrust of the spear!

The True Dragon roared forth, effortlessly penetrating the body of the Xuan Plate Black Tiger, scattering it to the winds, blending it entirely into the icy sand of the heavens, followed by a crisp “clang.”

Murong Huatu’s long sword flew out of his hand, spinning towards the sky; he tried to catch it, but the True Dragon had no intention of giving him that chance.

The sharp Gun Blade tore through the Protective True Qi, relentlessly approaching the center of his forehead, the explosive True Qi it released deforming his facial muscles, his hairpin scattering, his long hair fluttering wildly behind.

It seemed…

He was about to die!

Is this really a Martial Saint?

In one move!

The strongest slash of Murong Huatu’s life was so easily defeated before the White Robe!

Why?!

Forty years!

Had his forty years of training been bested by someone else’s three years?!

All kinds of unwilling emotions surged in his mind, becoming his final resistance. He gave up on retrieving his still falling long sword, instead opting to reinforce his hands with True Power to catch the Gun Blade, hoping to buy time.

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Two breaths!

Even if he could only delay for two breaths!

The Martial Saint by his side would have enough time to act, and the White Robe, restricted by the need to retrieve his weapon, would likely be injured and would then make a cascade of errors until he was slain.

Murong Huatu bellowed, directing all his Protective True Qi to his hands, grabbing the long spear firmly a split second before it could reach his heavenly spirit.

However…

It was all but a futile effort!

True Qi, palms, bones, everything combined couldn’t last a single breath; the buzzing Li Quan Spear, like cutting through tofu, sliced through him layer by layer, then suddenly accelerated, leaving a hole in Murong Huatu’s heavenly spirit.

“Heh…”

The Breathing Skill abruptly stopped

Murong Huatu exhaled the last bit of warm air from his body, then his body stiffened as he fell from his horse. His eyes stared blankly at the White Horse and White Robe, filled with unwillingness, but he could no longer ponder why, only knowing that his vision was blurring more and more until he sank into complete darkness.

“Brothers, kill—”

The two armies commenced battle.

First to decapitate the general!

And it was a Martial Saint, at that!

The boost to the morale of the soldiers in Hongze Camp needs no description.

“Thunderous boom—”

The Great Snow Dragon Riders of Hongze Camp clashed with the Iron Cavalry of the Snowy Plains barbarians.

The Heavy Armor Iron Cavalry should have had the absolute upper hand against the Light Cavalry.

But the reality was the complete opposite.

The Light Cavalry of Hongze Camp, with their Armor, warhorses, and the chill on their Ice Blades, matched the Iron Cavalry in impact force and defensive power, without the heavy disadvantage of the Iron Cavalry.

In other words,

These thirteen thousand soldiers of Hongze Camp were equivalent to Iron Cavalry with the mobility of Light Cavalry!

With the storm’s blessing,

Their combat capabilities soared.

Some Array Soldiers could even spar with Blood Refining Warriors.

Moreover,

The avalanche continued.

More bizarrely, these white cascades, if they fell on the barbarian army, would turn into vicious beasts that buried everything in their wake, but if they fell on the upwind side of Hongze Camp, they would transform into spiraling tornados, continuously strengthening this colossal ice dragon.

The armies had only been clashing for a few breaths,

And the barbarian side was already in chaos.

“Murong Huatu!”

Off to the side,

Several other Martial Saints watched with their own eyes.

The White Robe on a White Horse managed to kill Murong Huatu with a single strike!

This person had indeed broken through Martial Saint!

And it was highly likely that he had done so before the battle at the Agate River!

Admittedly,

Murong Huatu’s final strike was all offense, with no room for defense.

But at the same time, it was his strongest strike!

Even so, it couldn’t withstand a single spear thrust from the White Robe?

“Let us all swarm him, don’t face him one-on-one!”

Amidst the chaos of battle,

The remaining four barbarian Martial Saints acted almost simultaneously.

One wielded a spear, one a pair of swords, another a Giant Hammer, and the last, with a sheathed sword at his waist, had not drawn his sword to fight but instead used a flowing Hand Technique.

This man was Tuoba Junfeng, known as the number one Sword Saint of the grasslands, and the Tuoba Clan’s Eldest Prince.

He had studied swordplay from a young age, surpassed the grasslands with his sword art by eighteen, later secretly traveled the Central Plains absorbing various swordsmanship, integrated all he learned to create the Killing Intent Sword, and with it, he defeated the then Sword Saint of the Central Plains.

It was said that no one had seen him draw his sword since his forties,

For drawing his sword meant certain death.

At this moment,

The spear in Duan Clan’s Martial Saint’s hand was like a wild python, pressing from the front.

The last dual-sword Martial Saint from the Yuwen Clan struck from the left, the giant hammer-wielding Martial Saint of the Murong Clan attacked from the right, while Tuoba Junfeng watched calmly, beginning to amass killing intent for his sword.

The Four Barbarian Tribes, who had fought and killed each other for hundreds of years, were now united like never before, all to take down the White Robe before them.