The iron cavalry galloped.
The leader of the Qidan cavalry glanced over from afar, imdiately signaling with a wave. A nearby personal guard blew a sharp whistle, and in an instant, nearly a hundred cavalry split into two, with dozens on each side, forming an arched encirclent toward Duncan's direction. The mounted archers drew their powerful bows, aiming at the disheveled young man in tattered clothes.
These people were the elite of the Liao state, so from the Pishi Army. After Emperor Taizong of Liao ascended the throne, he further expanded the Pishi Army, "selecting the elite from across the world for his claws and teeth."
For them, plundering was a daily activity.
In the Qidan army, there were specially designated "forage riders" responsible for looting grain, most of whom were light cavalry. Each had three horses, well-equipped, far superior to the troops of the Central Plains.
"Seems to be a martial arts expert of the Han people."
Yelü Abod had a sinister appearance and a burly figure. Abod ant falcon, and he led a troop of forage riders, having heard the news of the Chenqiao Rebellion in the Central Plains. He couldn't resist leading Hu Cavalry to plunder all around. The Central Plains had always been the blood bag for the Qidan. This year, Liao had internal disturbances with significant population losses, forcing them to plunder population and resources from the Central Plains.
He had also previously crossed paths with people from the martial world of the Central Plains, knowing their details and understanding how to counter them.
As long as it's not a master in the Dao Entrance Realm, ordinary martial artists can't resist an army.
Even if it were Qiao Feng's ability, he could still be shot dead by a rain of arrows. Not all martial masters have protective True Qi, and even if they do, they can't withstand a shower of arrows.
People like Li Cunxiao, who trained in external hard martial arts, are extrely rare throughout history.
When Yelü Abod picked up his spear, he already had a strategy, personally leading his personal guards in a charge, intending to first unleash a volley to break the man's protective True Qi, then lead a cavalry charge himself. Even a martial master in the Innate Realm is still a mortal, vulnerable like paper against a cavalry charge.
Many masters from the northern martial world have been slain by the Qidan over the years.
Yelü Abod had cultivated the Canglang Skill, originating from tribes like the Xi and Shiwei. During the Five Barbarians' Invasion of China, the nomadic styles beca more structured, later rging with the secret techniques of the original Shamanism during the late Sui and early Tang dynasties, forming a unique cultivation system that incorporates the spiritual thods of Shamanistic Wizards.
"Kill!"
With a thunderous shout, Yelü Abod's dozens of riders began to accelerate. The mounted archers on the flanks drew their powerful bows, and a volley of arrows rained down first.
People in the martial world are good at dodging and evading. If you block their retreat, they can be easily besieged and killed.
Those martial masters may be formidable in solo combat, but once surrounded by military tactics, they're full of flaws. Cripple a leg, and their qinggong becos unusable.
However, as he approached the man, Yelü Abod's expression suddenly filled with horror because he saw a massive palm print on the ground. The sentries he dispatched were all dead, a grueso scene before him, enemies turned into blood puddles by fierce palm power.
Not good!
An Innate Realm master!
He might even be a world-class expert breaching the Dao Entrance Realm.
Yelü Abod didn't have ti for regret. As the arrow rain fell, the figure remained motionless, rely waving a hand to scatter the arrows with powerful astral qi. The Qidan arrows couldn't even break Duncan's protective qi.
Only experts from Liaodong Yanjing could exchange a few moves with him.
Retreat!
Yelü Abod tried to pull the reins, but the warhorse seed unresponsive. In the next second, his whole world turned upside down, as his personal guards exploded into pieces of at all around.
Great Clunk Hand.
Duncan casually struck out with a palm, and several riders in front exploded instantly, blood mist rising. With his breath, strands of vital blood were refined by the Blood God Technique, restoring all the vital blood he had expended in the past six months, bringing his life bar back to full.
His figure flickered like a ghost, the once fierce Qidan cavalry now looked terrified. Duncan killed with a single palm; wherever he went, limbs were severed, blood boiling without hesitation, wiping out dozens of cavalry in the blink of an eye.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Not killing brought him discomfort, not killing left him unsatisfied.
It was ti for a massacre.
Bang!
A sonic boom sounded, and the ground was shattered.
Duncan catapulted forward, flying through the air. Two Qidan cavalry were pulled into his palm with Dragon Capturing Skill, lightly squeezing their heads to explode, brains and blood spattering the sky, headless bodies cast aside.
How they massacred the people of the Central Plains back then will be repaid in blood today.
He gladly accepted each of these hundred heads.
After seeing the frontline cavalry completely slaughtered, the mounted archers of the Qidan on the flanks shrieked in terror and despair as if they had seen a demon, screams more mournful than when they had tornted the people of the Central Plains back then. Yet, Duncan's figure didn't pause, leaving only dismbered corpses wherever he went.
Fatigue state disappeared.
Weakened state disappeared.
All the negative states left from Duncan's confrontation with life and death over the past six months were wiped out in the slaughter. The Blood God Technique allowed him to steal vital blood; the rising blood mist, once refined, first restored his life bar in human form, then eliminated any negative states, with excess blood transforming into True Qi within him.
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