Chapter 1613: Chapter 34: Decisive Victory
The sound of the sword reverberated like a long wind sweeping through, ceaselessly.
Within the dragon’s roar of the Ancient Red Dragon, there was much exhilaration, like laughter resounding as the wind blew across the battlefield. Because the Qi chanisms of several leading generals halted, unable to move with the tide, the soldiers within their military formation also ca to a standstill.
The entire battlefield at this mont seed to be enveloped in an inexplicable dead silence.
Only the body of the Seventh Divine General lay fallen; although lifeless, his palm still firmly clutched his weapon, a mystical weapon-level war bow still vibrating and whistling in the wind, emitting an unwilling echo.
The Seventh Divine General, if leading an army, even a Martial Arts Legend wouldn’t be his match. But similarly, in the situation just now, Prince Qin’s military forces and the Turkic military forces were entangled together.
The Ancient Red Dragon fiercely collided without any flourish.
Brutally creating a rift in the grand tide of the military formation.
The foundation of a formation is endless vitality, circulation, and change.
Such a rift would take less than a breath to repair, to circulate once more, transforming into a place of deadly attack. But the Sword Madman’s sword was simply too sharp and too swift.
In the instant Zha Muhe lost the support of the military formation, One Sword swiftly pierced through his head.
The Great Khan truly felt an intense heartache.
His sworn brother.
His companion who crossed this chaotic world with him for decades, left and right arms, the only one whom the Great Khan could fully trust, the man he could truly entrust with his back, lost his life on this battlefield in an unimaginable manner.
Throughout history, there has never been a record of a Martial World mber killing a Divine General on the battlefield.
If not for leading only tens of thousands this ti.
If not for the Seventh Prince’s reinforcents failing to arrive.
If not for the Ancient Red Dragon, relying on its flesh and blood to fiercely shake the military’s tide, creating a rift, if not for the Sword Madman’s Sword Intent being too strong, if not for…
He lifted his head, looking at the jubilant expression of Prince Qin ahead.
[If not for pursuing recklessly this ti]
How could such a disaster have happened!
A huge regret rose in the heart of the Great Khan.
The heroes of the world are all gamblers.
Since gambling, there is sure to be both wins and losses.
He was blinded by the enormous benefits represented by Prince Qin, by the victories over decades past, placing everything he had on the table, but in fact, it proved that this ti, he gambled and lost.
The cost of gambling loss was Zha Muhe.
It was also his ambition to dominate the world.
Without Zha Muhe’s assistance, even the world’s second Divine General could not defeat the renowned generals of the expansive Central Plains united, and all this began with leading just three thousand Iron Futu.
An excruciating pain caused turmoil and fissures within the Great Khan’s soul.
Two bold generals around him, enraged, each wielding weapons, charged forth to attack the old man: “How dare you!!!”
“Who is this swordsman, daring to co to the battlefield!”
They received the support of the military formation, a wave of Qi soared, yet only the sound of sword echoed, with two Sword Qi surging across the hundred-zhang battlefield right and left, stirring up waves like smoke, over a hundred heavy-armored Iron Futu collapsing, horses falling, cries of anguish, blood flowing like rivers.
The old man rely pointed his sword.
Murong Longtu said: “If that’s all there is, it’s not enough.”
“Red Dragon!”
The green-robed old man leapt into the air, his toes touched lightly on the wooden sword embedded in the ground, the wooden sword rang clearly, Sword Qi swirling like a flying waterfall, Murong Longtu vaulted three hundred zhang across the Sword Seven, raised his hand to grab, the wooden sword flipped into his hand.
The Ancient Red Dragon roared from another direction attacking the Great Khan.
The Great Khan roared furiously: “Co on!”
Qi Fortune surged onto his body, disregarding everything, continuing to burn the Qi Fortune originating from the prairie, transforming into an overwhelming force, pouring forth, empowering his body, the Great Khan struck out, directly sweeping across, hitting the Ancient Red Dragon.
The Ancient Red Dragon roared in pain, but its dragon claw tore apart, also ripping apart the military soul forged by Qi Fortune, furious and unyielding, battling the Qi chanism of tens of thousands of troops, causing the sky to rumble with muffled thunders.
Yue Qianfeng coughed blood and raised his head, dazedly looked at the terrifying behemoth within the clouds, murmuring: “Flesh and blood, and millions of troops gathered into a Great Formation battling each other? Still fighting its way?
“What is this?”
He looked at Li Guanyi’s Qilin, and said: “Are all your auspicious creatures like this?”
The Qilin exploded, said: “Ha?! Don’t look at !”
“You want an underage Qilin to fight against the Military Evil Qi formation of tens of thousands of troops?! Don’t look at like that!”
“Red Dragon is Red Dragon!”
“Auspicious Creatures are Auspicious Creatures, not the sa.”
Yue Qianfeng regretted endlessly.
“Lack of vigor!”
Fire Qilin bared its teeth: “If you go on, I’ll let you taste the sa good fruit as Hou Zhongyu with one bite of Qilin Fire!”
Yue Qianfeng just laughed, Li Guanyi watching the Sword Madman charging into the army, stirred his heart, knowing it wasn’t the ti to lose focus due to joy, took a deep breath, raised his weapon, said: “Yuchi Xiong, Li Kedi.”
“I’m here!”
“At your command!”
“The two of you each lead five thousand cavalry, bypass the army from the left and right wings, and insert from behind!”
Yuchi Xiong’s eyes flashed with a fierce look, said: “Yes!”
Li Kedi hesitated briefly, then understood Prince Qin’s objective, solemnly said:
“Orders received!”
Li Guanyi said: “Ling Pingyang, Yan Xuanji, each lead five thousand, sweep the formation from the right side!”
Ling Pingyang, Yan Xuanji both received the military orders.
Yue Qianfeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, though having been struck by the Seventh Divine General, coughing out more blood, Yue Qianfeng no longer cared about this. In such a great battle, he couldn’t rember these five years how many tis he had spat blood, said:
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