But as a battle-hardened samurai, how could he easily retreat?
He clenched his teeth, a ferocious look on his face, and swung his Japanese Saber more fiercely. The power of his "Wind-slicing Blade" was pushed to its extre. The blade shone like clusters of black flas, leaping wildly under the scorching sun.
In an instant, the glimr of blades and the shadows of fingers clashed fiercely as the two fought hard to a standstill.
Each strike from Takeda Sanroku carried imnse force, the blade’s wind howling as if to tear everything around it apart.
Every point from Liu Dayou contained powerful True Qi, his finger wind fierce enough to pierce through steel.
In the intense battle, the anger in Liu Dayou’s heart grew even stronger. He thought of his wife’s safety, of the countless civilians victimized by the samurai, and wished he could tear this samurai in front of him to pieces. His attacks beca more fierce, with the power of the "Two-finger Zen" Divine Skill continuously displayed.
With each finger thrust, deep impressions were left on the surrounding trees, silently narrating his endless anger towards the samurai.
But Takeda Sanroku wasn’t one to be trifled with. He swung his Japanese Saber to fend off Liu Dayou’s attacks while planning his strategy in his heart.
He knew well that Liu Dayou’s "Two-finger Zen" was formidable; he couldn’t simply attack aggressively but must find a way to spot a flaw.
He began to feign attacks, secretly observing Liu Dayou’s defensive gaps, trying to seize the opportunity for a fatal strike.
Liu Dayou saw through Takeda Sanroku’s sche; he sneered inwardly but maintained full defense outwardly while secretly gathering strength.
He waited for the mont when Takeda Sanroku revealed a real flaw, ready to launch a fatal counterattack to thoroughly defeat this samurai, who threatened his wife’s safety. This fierce battle continued under the blazing sun in Han City, with neither side giving an inch. The situation grew increasingly tense, the air around them seemingly set afla by the intense combat.
On the battlefield, the smoke rolled like surging black waves, rampaging and engulfing the entire sky and land.
The soldiers’ shouts and screams were deafening, as though trying to break through this oppressive firmant, weaving together with the swirling thick smoke to compose a cruel yet heroic symphony. The dense scent of blood perated every inch of the air, stimulating everyone’s nerves, making them nauseous yet inescapable.
Jingkou Qianli, known among the samurai for his notorious cruelty, had eyes that were now blood-red with extre madness and brutality, resembling a beast utterly enraged and irrational in dire straits, searching for a target to vent his rage upon.
He tightly gripped the Japanese Saber, its blade glinting with a cold and sinister gleam under the yellowish sunlight tainted by smoke.
This cold gleam seed to seep out from the Nine Nether Hell, embodying all the killing intent and malice of this world, making one look upon it with fear.
In the chaotic and bustling battlefield, Jingkou Qianli’s gaze locked onto Qin Yuanyao like that of a wolf eyeing its prey. Qin Yuanyao’s figure, slightly cumberso due to her pregnancy, seed especially vulnerable in the life-and-death struggle on the battlefield.
Seeing this, Jingkou Qianli couldn’t help but rejoice. In his twisted perception, Qin Yuanyao was undoubtedly an ideal and easily attainable target. Imdiately, Jingkou Qianli forcefully stepped forward, the dust on the ground rising from his powerful force.
He shot forward like a black bolt of lightning, enveloped in a whining wind sound like ghostly wails, rushing fiercely towards Qin Yuanyao.
Simultaneously, he unleashed his fearso, widely renowned "Wind-slicing Blade" among the samurai.
This strike, with trendous force and gathering all his evil power, carried an unstoppable montum as if intending to destroy everything in its path, rushing straight toward Qin Yuanyao, seemingly about to cleave her in two instantly.
Wherever the blade’s wind reached, the dust on the ground was swept up, forming swirling vortices small yet highly destructive, akin to the twirl of a demon’s skirt, showcasing the terrifying power of this strike.
anwhile, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen watched the entire battlefield dynamics with keen, eagle-like eyes.
The battlefield situation changed rapidly, various forces intermingling in fierce combat, yet he could always capture every critical detail amid this chaos.
At the critical mont when Jingkou Qianli launched his attack on Qin Yuanyao, Xie Wen felt a sudden alert within him, as though a sensitive string had been plucked. He knew well that with her pregnancy, Qin Yuanyao couldn’t move as agilely as before and definitely couldn’t withstand the swift and deadly Japanese Saber of the enemy. Out of concern and a desire to protect Qin Yuanyao, Xie Wen unhesitatingly hurled the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net in his hands with force.
The net, under his skilled technique, unfolded like a giant white butterfly endowed with life, gracefully yet quickly spreading in the air, elegantly covering Qin Yuanyao.
At the sa ti, he lightly tapped the ground with his toes, his figure rising into the air like a wisp of smoke gently lifted by a breeze, narrowly evading Jingkou Qianli’s deadly blow.
Jingkou Qianli’s powerful strike swung into emptiness, its forceful impact causing him to lean uncontrollably forward, a stumble nearly sending him crashing heavily to the ground, an image utterly disheveled.
Under the cover of the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, Qin Yuanyao felt her body suddenly lighten, and with Xie Wen’s skillful maneuver, she was tossed into the air.
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