King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 1236: Chapter 319: Iron Palms and Mandarins Battle the Yurt, Poison Whip and Broken Sword Weep Across the Wasteland (Part 6)

Yili swung her sword to slice through the poisonous smoke rushing at her, her eyes blazing with anger as she roared to the army behind her, “Follow me to break the city!” Thirty thousand Iron Cavalry shouted in unison, hoofbeats crashing like thunder, shaking the earth.

Qinglong City’s gates collapsed under the fierce blows of the catapults.

The northern wind whipped sand like blades against cheeks, the shouts from thirty thousand Iron Cavalry shattered the cold night beneath Qinglong City.

Shi Xiong carried a silver spear askew, his dark cloak fluttered loudly in the wind, this former Little Scholar now mastered the collective wisdom of the Heroic Sakura Association.

He looked up at the Holy Sect’s banners fluttering on the city walls, his eyes ignited with a bloodthirsty light: “Flying Eagle Cavalry, follow me to trample this city!” Thousands of warhorses hoofed together, the sound of iron hooves rolled like muted thunder across the grasslands. The Hake Tribe cavalry came forth to meet them, scimitars reflecting the eerie blue moonlight, like the scythes of the Death God.

Shi Xiong flicked his spear, the spear flowers of “Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix” suddenly bloomed, the spear tip stabbed and twirled seven enemy riders in succession.

Scarlet blood beads followed the silver spear’s pattern, trickling down like frozen crystals in the night.

Suddenly, black flames soared into the sky, three Holy Sect experts riding Flame Horses broke through the formation.

The leading black-robed man swung his scimitar, the demon flames entwining the blade scorched the air into twisted patterns.

Shi Xiong’s pupils contracted, as his long spear blocked horizontally, with a resounding “clang,” sparks flew wildly.

The immense impact forced his mount to retreat three steps, hooves furrowing three feet into the frozen earth.

“Come at me!” Shi Xiong shouted fiercely, the spear shaft swept horizontally deploying “Horizontal Sweep.”

At the instant the silver spear collided with the demon blade, the snow within a hundred feet radius was jolted into the air.

The black-robed man chuckled maniacally, blade stance altered unexpectedly, transforming into nine fiery pythons wrapping around the spear shaft.

Shi Xiong’s wrist flipped, the spear tip pointed towards the opponent’s brow, precisely employing the Martial Arts supreme skill “Chasing Stars, Catching the Moon” taught by Divine Archer Miao Menlong.

Meanwhile, Yili’s golden armor gleamed brilliantly in the firelight.

Her toes lightly touched the horse’s back, long sword wove out seven sword flowers, precisely the long-lost “Cloud Mist Swordsmanship” of the Hengshan Sect.

Before the sword edge arrived, Altai already smelled the piercing sword Qi, scimitar unsheathed, the runes on the blade emitted a sinister red glow: “A mere woman dares to boast? Today you shall bury beneath the black flames!” As they exchanged blade and sword shadows, Yili’s sword danced atypically, the “Cloud Obscuring the Moon” move with a blend of illusion and reality.

Altai suddenly raised a black token high, and Holy Sect experts on the city walls chanted in unison, blood-red ripples manifested in the air.

Yili immediately felt her Inner Strength slow and coarse, gritting her teeth she urged the Cloud Mist Swordsmanship to its peak, the long sword erupted with golden light, unleashing “Dark Clouds Swallow the Moon”! The massive sword Qi collided violently with Altai’s “Black Flame Slash,” the gale lifted dozens of soldiers into the air.

Yili was forced back three steps, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, yet her eyes remained fixed on her opponent.

Altai’s scimitar also bore cracks, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: “A worthy Queen of the Naiman, but today…”

Before the words even fell, Xie Wen darted specter-like across the battlefield. He utilized the “Feixu Qingyan Technique,” his figure fleetingly visible amid the clash of blades and swords. As soon as he locked onto the Holy Sect chanter’s position, suddenly an iron chain struck like a venomous serpent.

Xie Wen spun swiftly to dodge, the short blade flashed executing “Flying Eagle Trio,” its cold light directly targeting the enemy’s throat.

The iron chain of the Holy Sect Protector suddenly split into three strands, entwining towards his neck and wrists.

At this moment, Liu Guihua’s Spirit Snake Whip lashed forth like lightning, the barbs at its tip emitting a blue poison glow.

She shouted angrily, “Altai, surrender your life!” The Spirit Snake Whip transformed into countless whip shadows, yet was forced to recoil by Altai’s demon blade.