Chapter 346: The two dragons meet again, Song Que charges into the battle!
The moon tonight is exceptionally round, like a jade plate hanging in the sky.

The moment Su Ming looked up, he saw a sword energy coming from afar, dazzling and bright. The sword energy condensed into a giant sword in mid-air. A handsome figure stepped on the sword energy and came down proudly. The soldiers fighting in front of him were quickly left behind by him.

“what?”

The enemy didn’t even see his shadow, he just felt a burst of sword energy suddenly disappear.

In less than a few breaths, the sword energy at the center of the battle between Kou Zhong and Hou Xibai dissipated in an instant, and a white figure suddenly appeared. He had a handsome face and a chic temperament, but the most unforgettable thing was his pair of calm and deep eyes, as if there were few things in the world that could shake his mind.

He turned and grinned at Kou Zhong, “Master Zhong, I’m not late!”

Kou Zhong was stunned at first, but then he was filled with joy. He stepped forward and punched him in the chest, then hugged him tightly, “Haha, Xiaoling, I knew you would come!”

Hou Xibai narrowed his eyes slightly, no longer showing his previous gentle temperament, and said coldly, “Have you two finished talking? Then let’s go together. It’s just right for us brothers to each take one. Brother, Kou Zhong belongs to me. Do you have any objection?”

Ever since Xu Ziling appeared, Yang Xuyan had felt a sense of pressure from him, but he had fought with Kou Zhong before and knew that he was not easy to deal with, so he did not object, “Okay.”

Their reactions made Kou Zhong burst out laughing, “Haha, Xiaoling, you are underestimated.”

Xu Ziling’s expression did not change, and he unsheathed his long sword with a clang, “It doesn’t matter who comes. Master Zhong, how long has it been since we, the two Yangzhou dragons, fought together?”

“It’s been a few years. Since we met our senior, we rarely see each other again.”

“Then let’s compete today to see whether your knife is faster or my sword is sharper.”

“Okay, let’s compare!”

The two men were talking back and forth, totally ignoring Yang Xuyan and Hou Xibai on the opposite side. Even Hou Xibai couldn’t stand it anymore, “Stop talking nonsense, and fight if you want!” He waved his folding fan and rushed towards Kou Zhong.

Yang Xuyan also hid in the darkness again and faced Xu Ziling.

……

On the tower, Su Ming suggested, “Brother Shi, I didn’t expect that your apprentice and I would face each other at this time. How about we make a bet?”

Shi Zhixuan shook his head and said directly, “No, my disciple is narrow-minded and lacks tolerance. He is bound to lose.”

No matter Hou Xibai or Yang Xuyan, they are just chess pieces in his eyes. They could be used in the past, but now they are enemies with Wu State, they are just abandoned pawns. There is not much affection between master and disciple. He trains disciples to leave some inheritance for Butian Pavilion and Huajian Sect at most. They are not disciples who inherit his mantle at all.

Su Ming’s eyes swept over the monks on the battlefield and chuckled, “Buddhism has only sent such a small number of people. It seems that they are not that tough. I thought they would take out the old bald donkey that has been kept in the bottom of the box for a walk, but I didn’t expect them to be so patient.” As he said that, he glanced at the Luoyang city behind him. There, there is the largest Buddhist sect in Heluo, Jingnian Zen Temple, and the source of Buddhism in Central China, the White Horse Temple.

Shi Zhixuan sighed, “A sect that has survived two Buddhist exterminations naturally knows how to adapt. It’s just that they have invested too much in the Li family and are unwilling to lose in the battle between Buddhism and Taoism. This battle is their last counterattack.”

“Brother Su, they won’t take any action in this war. Let’s go.”

“it is good!”

Shi Zhixuan’s identity was special and it was inconvenient for him to stay on the battlefield, so he did not take action. Su Ming was here purely to stop the Buddhist monks from entering the battlefield. He was not guarding against those monk soldiers, but those old monks who were old and about to die.

After the Five Barbarians’ Invasion of China, Buddhism became popular. No one knows what antiques are left in Buddhism. There must be no grandmasters, but it is not difficult to produce a few masters at the peak of the grandmaster level. Otherwise, how could they have stepped on the heads of the demons and ascended to the top of the white path for such a long time?
……

“How can this be?”

On the battlefield, Jie Li Khan watched the Wu cavalry fighting with his own cavalry while observing the Wu army’s chariot defense line. He concluded that the enemy’s battle line was dense and difficult to break through, and there was only a chance of breaking through by starting from the central army camp.

But the problem was that Song Que, the king of Wu, was leading the elite troops of Wu in the central army. This was the strongest part of the Wu army, not to mention that the leader was the grandmaster Song Que.

Before the battle, Jie Li Khan could never have imagined that the Wu Kingdom had so many tricks up its sleeve. In his opinion, he had 20,000 elite cavalry, enough to defeat ten enemies with one, but the reality was like a big slap in his face.

A hundred years ago, the method of using infantry to defeat cavalry left by the ancestors of the Han people still shocked him greatly today. Admittedly, the Turkic cavalry was not the Northern Wei cavalry, and the Wu army was not the Queyue infantry under Emperor Wu of Song who defeated the cavalry back then. But in this environment, there was no problem in forming a formation to protect the line.

The Turkic cavalry charged left and right, attacked with fire, and fired shots, but they were unable to break through the line. The situation suddenly came to a stalemate, so he hurriedly gathered his cavalry and surrounded and suppressed the Wu cavalry with all his strength.

……

“Oh!”

On the battlefield, Kou Zhong’s sword strikes became more ferocious and heavier than the last, and the bloody smell on his body became heavier. Hou Xibai’s method of using the opponent’s force to counter attack, unloading and transferring the opponent’s internal strength, and using four measures to move a great force had gradually lost its effect.

No matter how skillful his footwork was, or how he moved around, Kou Zhong only had one powerful and unstoppable sword strike. Unfortunately, the opponent’s skills were as profound as his, and after dozens of moves, he fell into a state of defeat.

On the other side, Xu Ziling completely suppressed Yang Xuyan. His magic body skills combined with his phantom sword skills did make him a feared shadow assassin. But if it was Shi Zhixuan standing here today, either Xu Ziling would have died or the other party would have run away long ago, instead of staying here to fight with the other party.

The core essence of an assassin is to flee far away if he misses a strike. The moment Yang Xuyan was trapped by love and forced to go to the battlefield, he was destined to lose. An assassin is destined to live in the shadows, so how can he stand under the sun?

The sword light of the Phantom Sword Technique is mysterious, and the beautiful and dazzling sword energy contains a chilling murderous intent, but this cannot escape Xu Ziling’s perception. He can always intercept the sword full of murderous intent just right among the heavy sword lights.

The opponent’s swordsmanship and martial arts were different from those of the Yinkui Sect, but Xu Ziling had obtained the Ziwu Sword Gang from the Laojun Temple and the Tianmo Dafa from the Yinkui Sect. They were all incomplete martial arts, but he still realized some of the essence of the Tianmo Strategy from them.

Yang Xuyan learned the assassin’s martial arts, but the devilish flavor in his foundation could not be hidden from his eyes at all. The Piaomiao Sword Technique is a sword technique with no limits. In terms of sophistication, it is far superior to the Huanmo Sword Technique. Xu Ziling even defeated him completely.

The sound of swords clashing became more and more urgent and frequent, like the sound of a pipa, and there was murderous intent everywhere. Xu Ziling’s swordsmanship was not as wonderful as Yang Xuyan had imagined, but he was always able to stop him at the most critical moment.

The more fiercely he attacked, the more frequently Xu Ziling blocked. There were no exquisite sword moves, no brilliant sword energy, only simple picking, slicing, and stabbing… every move was natural.

Yang Xuyan’s face became paler and paler. It was the first time he saw the word “terrible” on someone other than Shi Zhixuan.

Xu Ziling is younger than him and has practiced martial arts for less time than him, but he is able to completely suppress him in swordsmanship. This is not a difference in swordsmanship, but a difference in realm.

Gradually, Yang Xuyan turned from attack to defense and began to retreat. As soon as he retreated, Xu Ziling quickly followed his thoughts and energy, and his swordsmanship changed again. His originally careless moves were full of murderous intent. Each sword carried a sharp sword energy, like a violent storm, mercury pouring down the ground. The two sides fought fast against fast, with strange moves one after another. After a hundred moves, Yang Xuyan revealed a flaw and his long sword was knocked away.

Looking at the sword that stopped at his throat, he smiled sadly, and the gloom between his brows became even darker, “You win, kill me.”

Xu Ziling glanced at him, and a sharp sword energy suddenly shot out from the tip of the sword. In an instant, a Six Yang Leader flew into the air, blood gushing out, but there was not a single stain of blood on the sword tip.

“Shuni…”

At the last moment, Yang Xuyan uttered two words, and his eyes lost their color and became dead silent.

“Tear!”

A bloody sword energy came towards him. Hou Xibai used his fan as a sword and fiercely slashed out a sword energy, then retreated a few steps. At this time, his Confucian robes were already tattered and his body was covered with sword marks. He no longer had the confidence and elegance he had before.

Kou Zhong’s murderous intent with the sword was too strong, which made him breathless. The ultimate blade and the ultimate power were so powerful that in front of him, his proud Zhehua Baishi and Huajianyou skills had no room to be used at all.

There was no room for him to display his skills in this space of several feet. The opponent had blocked all his ways of retreat in advance and forced him to fight. Thinking of Shi Feixuan who died in his hands, Hou Xibai felt a pain in his heart. Perhaps he should have gone to Hanzhong with her instead of dying in vain on this battlefield.

After a few more moves, Kou Zhong chopped Hou Xibai into two pieces with one sword and sent him to see Shi Feixuan.

As soon as he finished fighting, Xu Ziling’s voice rang in his ears, “Mr. Zhong, it seems that my sword is faster!”

……

The battle lasted until late at night, and both sides were still fighting, but the coalition’s advantage had been gradually eroded. The Wu army’s chariots and cavalry made it impossible for the Turkic cavalry to charge, and they could only play a role locally.

At this time, a sudden surprise force broke the deadlock.

“Report! Your Majesty, there is a large army coming from behind us and is attacking our front line. Your Majesty, please send troops to rescue us.”

Yu Wenzhi was shocked and looked at the other party in disbelief, “What? Song Que’s army is on the opposite side, where did this army come from?”

“Your Majesty, this army seems to be coming from the Luo River!”

Yuwen Chengdu immediately reacted, “It’s the navy. No wonder Song Que wanted to set up the battlefield here. It turns out that he had already prepared a navy.”

At this time, a figure stepped forward and said, “Your Majesty, I am willing to go and meet the enemy.”

Yu Wenzhi took a closer look and found that it was the second son of the Li family. Looking at the handsome Li Shimin in front of him, he nodded and said, “Okay, I will send you another troop. You must stop them.”

After the defeat in Hanzhong, Li Shimin was left unused by Li Yuan and lost the right to lead the troops. After all, the cost of 50,000 troops was too heavy. In this battle, Li Yuan sent his eldest son Li Jiancheng and his trusted generals to fight. Li Shimin could only serve as an advisor in the army and could not lead the army.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Li Shimin bowed his head. However, the moment he bowed his head, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which disappeared when he raised his head.

Yuwen Chengdu glanced at Li Shimin, then looked at the battlefield below, and said in a deep voice, “Your Majesty, why do I feel something is wrong? Since Wu has a navy, why didn’t they use it earlier, but waited until now?”

Then, he immediately reacted, “Oh no, Song Que is about to launch a general attack!”

At this time, the battle line was long, and the addition of manpower from any side could change the situation. Since Wang Shichong joined the coalition forces, the coalition forces had surpassed the Wu State in terms of military strength. However, the Wu State also had catapults, crossbow carts and other military equipment, and was able to barely hold the battle line.

Now, the two sides are competing to see who has more endurance and can persist longer.

As for the combat power of the Grandmaster level, no one can use it. It has to be used until the final blow. Otherwise, even if it is a Grandmaster, it will be difficult to exert due combat power when the opponent’s master is concentrating and alert, unless it is a Broken level master like Ling Donglai.

At this time, the Wu army noticed that the coalition had used its reserve forces. Song Que rode on his horse and led the elite soldiers beside him to charge into the battle. “Everyone, follow me to charge. Whoever kills the enemy commander will be rewarded with a title of nobility and ten thousand gold coins!”

“kill!”

The grandmaster was the commander, the master was the general, Song Que, Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling and a series of other masters each led their army to launch a charge.

The gorgeous blade tore the enemies in front of him into pieces. Song Que took the lead and rushed to the front. No one could stop him, and no one was his opponent. In just a short moment, he led everyone to kill through the battlefield and went straight to Yu Wenzhi in the coalition force.

He pulled the reins and pointed his knife at the man several dozen feet away, “Yu Wenzhi, come and fight!”

Yu Wenzhi looked at Song Que who was so close to him, his heart pounding, and he shouted repeatedly, “Uncle, save me!”

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from the coalition army, “I am here to fight you!”

The person who came was an old man with white hair and beard and an aged face. Many people did not recognize him, but Song Que happened to know him because he was the previous head of the Yuwen family, Yuwen Shang.

“I will kill you first, then I will kill him!”

Song Que jumped up from the horse’s back, touched the warhorse with his toes, leaped high into the air, and slashed with a knife.

Yu Wenshang’s white hair was flying and a cold aura was emanating from his body. He expelled the cold energy with one palm and it formed a huge palm print, which seemed to freeze even the air. The soldiers could still feel the chill from a long distance away and shivered all over.

The moment when the knife light and the palm print touch each other.

“Crack!”

The palm print was cut off in mid-air, fell to the ground, and shattered into ice cubes, but the white blade light continued to slash towards him with undiminished momentum. Yu Wenshang frowned slightly and slapped out with his palm again to dissolve it.

“So, you are already a half-step grandmaster!”

As soon as the words fell, a Buddhist chant was heard again in the formation, “Amitabha!”

(End of this chapter)