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Chapter 261 Crossing the Long River
at this time.
Yang Silang had already defeated three enemies, and at the same time he had to deal with the enemy general who suddenly shot a cold arrow.
With over two hundred pounds of enemy corpse hanging from the tip of his spear, he thrust straight forward at the fourth bandit general!
The fourth bandit general was short and stout, like a barrel, unlike ordinary people. He held two bronze hammers the size of human heads in his hands.
He abandoned long weapons and used a short hammer, clearly indicating his proficiency in close combat with great strength.
Yang Silang thrust his spear straight forward, as fast as a phantom.
However, probably because there was a corpse hanging on the gun, he shook the gun to crack the corpse before drawing it, which delayed him for half a breath.
"ha!"
The bandits barely had time to react, relying on instinct and their honed hammering skills, they struck him heavily in front of his chest with both hammers.
A loud crash.
The two hammers clamped precisely on the spearhead.
The two collided violently.
Yang Silang swiftly drew his spear and returned, saving the hammer-wielding bandit from a fatal stab to the chest.
The two riders had already passed each other by then.
He breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't face this god of death, he was confident he could protect himself by charging forward with his hammer.
Suddenly he felt a gust of wind rushing from behind him.
puff...
A sharp pain shot through his chest, and several broken bones gushed out along with blood. A large spearhead appeared to grow out of his chest, then was pulled back in a flash.
"What happened?"
All his strength drained away like the receding tide as his blood flowed out, and he lost his grip on the copper hammer, which fell to the ground. He turned his head with difficulty.
All I could see was Yang Silang twisting his body to put away his spear, his entire body almost completely turned around on the back of his mount.
The Killing Spear Returns to the Spurs.
This move was originally intended to seek victory in the face of danger and survival in the face of defeat.
The opponent could not exert such pressure on him, and he did not adhere to any particular moves. Using his waist as a horse, he turned and twisted his body, thrusting his spear diagonally upwards, the tip of the spear piercing through the opponent's back and chest.
Yang Silang drew his spear and turned around.
He has already killed four fighting generals.
Searching rapidly...
In the midst of the bandit cavalry, the hidden warrior also became fierce, unleashing a barrage of arrows in one go.
Three arrows shot out from the left, right, and front, tracing strange arcs in the air and arriving almost simultaneously.
"Give me your life..."
The bandit's fifth warrior launched a fierce attack. Taking advantage of the momentum of the three arrows, he spurred his horse high into the air and, with the force of Mount Tai pressing down, thrust his horse downwards with all his might.
He wielded a three-pronged steel fork, the middle one being longer than the two shorter ones, which could be used for thrusting, gripping, and defense, and was even more effective for thrusting than a wolf-tooth spear.
He refused to believe that you could possibly stop so many attacks.
Yang Silang took a deep breath, shouted loudly, and thrust his spear forward!
Whoosh...
In an instant, the air was filled with the sounds and shadows of gunfire.
A dense cluster of spear flowers seemed to bloom in front of Yang Silang.
All three arrows were struck by the spearhead with lightning speed and sent flying.
The warrior's vision blurred, and he saw nothing but spearheads before him. Each spear seemed real, filled with killing intent, and he couldn't tell which was real and which was fake.
He gritted his teeth and thrust the steel fork forward, thinking, "Since I can't tell you apart, I'll take you down with me."
He gained the upper hand, and when the steel fork pierced Yang Silang's body, it felt as if it had pierced into a quagmire. He was enveloped by the qi armor, and the deeper he went, the more difficult it became.
Finally, it crashed into the opponent's breastplate. The opponent swayed only slightly before regaining their balance, and the long fork slid past them.
puff!
He was shot dozens of times in the throat, chest, and ribs, his whole body riddled with holes like a sieve.
The gun did not pierce his body, but it had severed and shredded his throat and internal organs, causing a large amount of blood to gush out.
"They're all deadly moves..."
"I used my horsepower and unleashed my true energy, yet I couldn't even break through his armor?"
The fifth fighter refused to close his eyes in despair and died from the torrential rain of spear thrusts, demanding that the spear strikes be as swift and fierce as a storm, leaving the audience breathless.
Every move can be feint, or every move can be real; the transformation between feint and real is all determined by the mind.
Yang Silang urged Daqing to continue forward.
The sixth warrior had already rushed in front of him, and at the same time, the archer warrior hiding in the enemy ranks also became anxious.
A series of buzzing sounds rang out!
He actually used the most strenuous and potentially damaging technique, the rapid-fire shot, firing more than ten arrows in one go.
These arrows rained down from the sky, covering Yang Silang from head to toe.
The last warrior silently led his weapon forward, but did not attack Yang Silang.
In his hand was a hook-and-sickle spear with a hook on the handle, used to cut horses' legs, and also skilled at hooking weapons and grabbing armor to drag people off their horses.
Seeing the five colleagues who had died tragically before him, this general was already terrified.
But on the battlefield, the charge can happen in an instant. The enemy's five shots and five kills were already upon him. He couldn't even turn his horse and run away. He could only grit his teeth and charge forward.
This was a clever man; he thrust his hook-and-sickle spear directly at Da Qing's two front hooves!
I can't beat you, but if I just disable your mount so you can't catch me, I'll survive, right?
Facing the barrage of arrows raining down on him, Yang Silang raised his spear with both hands and unleashed another devastating sweeping attack.
This time, it wasn't for offense, but rather the spear whirling around his head like a wheel, solely for defense.
Crackling and popping.
The arrows were blocked, and their force was greatly reduced.
It seems that the archer's inner energy has been greatly depleted.
He dealt with the sneak attacking arrows, while Da Qing faced the leg-severing spear, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.
"Finally, it's Donkey Master's turn to show his face..."
"My master has shown great power before, so I, the donkey, can't show off."
"Serves you right for being blind enough to fall under our hooves!"
The giant blue dog suddenly stopped running at high speed, its four hooves carving out four deep trenches in the ground.
The hook-and-sickle spearhead almost grazed its leg hair, and the fighting general opposite almost spat out a mouthful of blood. It was just a hair's breadth away!
However, he was clearly upset too early.
Daqing went from being extremely still to being extremely fast, leaping, lurching, and pressing forward with lightning speed!
The general opposite never dreamed that a donkey could be so agile, much faster than him.
Click!
The big blue dog, its two pale purple hooves radiating demonic energy, stomped heavily on the hook-and-sickle spear shaft.
The gun barrel is also made of high-quality black iron, making it sturdy and flexible.
But then the donkey stepped on it.
With a crack as crisp as a bamboo pole, it was crushed underfoot.
The opposing fighter was completely dumbfounded.
The two riders passed each other.
This time, Yang Silang didn't even need to make a move.
Daqing unleashed its signature kicking move, stomping its two hind legs backward.
It's also insidious; if you hurt me, I'll hurt your mount.
The two iron hooves kicked the poor horse under the general's crotch directly into the cycle of reincarnation, and the force was transmitted upwards.
The warrior, spitting blood and severely wounded, fell on the battlefield along with his dead mount.
Wang Daniu always followed closely behind his fourth brother, riding a newly acquired clumsy horse.
puff!
The clumsy horse's hooves pounded the warrior's head, along with his helmet, flattening it into a flat piece, splattering blood and brain matter everywhere!
"Hey... I've opened a shop too, Big Ox..." He laughed and spurred his horse forward.
Yang Silang killed six generals in succession, which was actually only a matter of a few dozen breaths.
After all, when two horses charge into battle, the outcome, life or death, is decided in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, he had killed six generals in succession, and his momentum had reached its peak. His invincible fighting spirit surged intensely, and he felt that the battlefield was so vast that he could run anywhere he wanted.
The bandits in front saw him covered in blood and charged towards them.
At this point, they had only just completed half of their charge. Although they still had over five hundred cavalry, there were four or five hundred bandits flanking them from behind Yang Silang and the Ghost Battalion.
These bandits had an overwhelming numerical advantage. If they could hold off Yang Silang for even a moment, they could surround the entire Ghost Camp.
"Run away..."
However, the bandits opposite him shouted and threw down their weapons, turned their horses around and fled!
On the battlefield, this is the stupidest thing to do.
If you turn your horse around at the last minute, your speed will drop drastically, and you'll almost become an easy target for your opponent.
With your back completely exposed and undefended, you're doomed if a single sword or spear strike comes at you.
however.
The bandits have collapsed!
They would rather risk their lives than face the god of death who had killed six generals in a single move.
Yang Silang led his cavalry forward.
If it were like rowing against the current, taking even one step forward would require fighting with swords and spears.
People now have the illusion that they are herding sheep with knives and guns.
These well-equipped and skilled bandits were like docile sheep, only knowing how to lower their heads and push each other to run away.
Each slash and blow is like a whip cracking on a sheep; at most, the sheep will let out a cry of pain, but it will lose all courage to resist.
The bandits were routed.
Yang Silang's eyes were like lightning.
He had already spotted one of the riders among the cavalrymen, who was wearing a full set of fine iron armor and had two empty quivers hanging on his left and right.
The cavalry general, with a large bow hanging from the hook, turned his head as he fled, his eyes filled with fear.
"You'll take this arrow too!"
Yang Silang roared, drew his Black Dragon Bow, took an arrow from his quiver, and shot.
He also used the "Rain of Pear Blossoms" archery technique, his hands moving like afterimages, firing more than twenty arrows in one breath.
The bow was only half drawn, not fully strung.
Half a string is enough for this distance!
Buzz!
The sound of the strings was like thunder, a death knell.
The fleeing general was originally surrounded by more than twenty bandit riders, who seemed to be his personal guards, as he escaped.
Yang Silang unleashed more than twenty arrows, as if calling out names, felling a large number of his personal guards, men and horses alike.
"Hmm...I wonder if it's the boiling killing intent emanating from my body that's enhancing it."
"At such high speeds while mounted and shooting, he was able to hit the target eight or nine times out of ten."
The fleeing general, now a lone commander, continued to desperately spur his horse forward, daring not to look back.
Yang Silang drew his bow to its fullest extent and nocked an arrow.
"middle……"
whoosh...
The bowstring trembled, and Yang Silang put away his bow.
The fleeing general and his horse were pierced by the arrow that fell from the sky. The arrow's true energy exploded, blasting the general and his horse into pieces.
Yang Silang vented all his anger, and his mind was at peace.
The fleeing bandits suddenly stopped their horses, rolled to the ground, and surrendered.
Yang Silang did not stop and rode past them. He first killed six of them, and then the enemies were as weak as sheep in front of him, either fleeing or surrendering.
The killing intent within him had already begun to sprout, and today it was nourished by death and blood.
He suddenly realized.
Destroy the enemy in front of you, savor their fear and bloodshed, and forge an invincible and unstoppable divine spear.
Even if there are thousands of troops in front of you, you dare to face them with a single spear and a single horse. You are invincible in battle. This is the true core meaning of the Killing Spear!
Within Yang Silang's dantian, a point of brilliant golden light condensed and formed, creating a seed of metallic true meaning.
The murderous and sharp nature of the killing spear is exactly the same as that of metal.
The murderous and sharp nature of the killing spear is exactly the same as that of metal.
Qi Shasheng's Killing Spear, which he created, was used to dominate the battlefield and brought out the sharpness of metal to its extreme.
Yang Silang was overjoyed.
Thus, the true essence of the five elements of boxing techniques within his body has been gathered.
The Grandmaster of Golden Marrow poses no further challenges for him; all that remains is time to accumulate experience and patiently await the right moment...