Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 730 - 36: Indomitable Spirits When Drunk (Combined Third Part)_3

Chapter 730 -36: Indomitable Spirits When Drunk (Combined Third Part)_3

The hooves lifted, smashed heavily into the puddled water, splashing blossoms of spray, sounding like rushing thunder, and in the blink of an eye, they had covered a dozen meters. Although not yet at its fastest, the horse, enveloped in a fierce wind and with its mane fluttering wildly, possessed a terrifying air.

As he neared, Chen Jinyu, seated on the horseback, leaned forward, extended his arms, and with the help of the horse’s thunderous momentum, his famous sword whistled through the air, chilling to the bone.

As he struck with his sword, his heart felt neither sadness nor joy, suppressing both the regret and hatred for yesterday’s miserable defeat and the astonishment at the sight of several women, making the sword strike even more fierce and powerful.

In his heart, he was confident that before this sword strike, even the Mingguang Armor of the Great Qin, famous for intimidating all nations, would merely be split in two, not to mention the few carts ahead, which were hardly worth mentioning, and it could even cleave several heads.

Tian Zhide’s face turned slightly pale.

In such a charge, it was more than a matter of being unmatched; a single exchange would likely result in serious injury or even near death Cao Limin had taught him several moves that could break through this momentum-driven strike.

But seeing and understanding did not mean one could actually do it, otherwise, when discussing martial arts, people wouldn’t need to compete constantly, saying one move after another, just like scholars, and there would be no need for lethal fights.

Wang Anfeng watched the spirited young swordsman in fresh clothes and a furious horse, clearly intending to kill a few for pleasure, his expression calm, his fingers slightly bent, carrying a mountain-like heavy qi force on the soft fallen leaves.

Just as he was about to make his move, his heart stirred, and instead of using the usual techniques, he employed the martial arts of the Divine Thieves Sect. Distributing several streams of inner qi along the meridians in his arms, rolling and revolving in a cycle, he completed it in one breath, using the falling leaf as his own body and flicked it with a bent finger.

It seemed just like a leaf fluttering down from the treetops during the thick of autumn, softly drifting out, silent and unnoticed in the tense situation where both parties were on edge.

Yet this fallen leaf drifted tens of meters, colliding with the fiercely charging horse, which should have been merely trodden under hoof, yet the horse seemed to have slammed right into the Kunlun Mountains, its galloping momentum abruptly halted, letting out a prolonged, mournful neigh before crashing heavily to the ground.

The black-clothed swordsman riding the horse, unawares, was directly thrown off, his martial arts cultivation far from the level where his true qi was inexhaustible. At that moment, with his mind and inner strength focused on his sword and unable to use his qinggong, he rolled on the ground like a tumbling gourd, finally managing to stop only with difficulty.

His face showed bewilderment, his sharp and neat black vigorous attire now muddied and utterly disheveled. Raising his head, he saw a pair of war boots nearby; the middle-aged swordsman on the other side had his expression drastically changed, holding a longsword and instantly drifting out tens of meters.

In his hand, a longsword burst out with dazzling flowing light, and with a lifted hand, he unleashed a fierce sword light strike, flames of qi fiercely blazing, directly aimed at the old Divine Martial soldier, Cao Limin, who seemed to have not noticed, his face fierce, simply raising his saber to guard.

Up ahead, the seemingly drunken white-haired scholar put down his wine jug, his eyes blurry, he stretched lazily, exhaling a breath of alcoholic fumes.

The drunken spirit refused to be subdued; the breath thundered forth, overpowering bulls and stars.

With a boom, the fierce sword light directly exploded into several segments.

Divine Martial Mansion old soldier Cao Limin let out a furious shout, and the forty-something Divine Martial Mansion soldiers, almost instinctively, stepped out in unison, their longswords raised, instantly changing formation, appearing like clusters of blooming peonies right there on the spot.

In the midst of peonies was a First Rank Red, entirely white, with just the tips of the petals tinged with deep red.

The waist sabers gleamed white, their blades stained with blood.

This formation change was called First Rank Red.

PS: Two chapters combined today…