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The number of barbarians did not decrease much.
However.
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Shen Changqing had no fear in his heart. He swallowed two more Zhenqi Pills and, wielding the Lengyue Dao, hacked to death all the barbarians who came near.
Heads are rolling.
Physical separation.
From a high altitude, all you could see was hordes of barbarians gathered everywhere. The only place where the real fighting was taking place was that small area in the middle.
Time flows by.
Whenever Shen Changqing's true qi was depleted, he would swallow a true qi pill as a supplement.
At the same time.
Trapped amidst a sea of enemies, his understanding of the Hundred Battles Sword Technique grew at a terrifying rate.
In the past.
After a year of arduous practice, I've only managed to comprehend the third layer.
It is important to note that.
The harder a martial art becomes, the further you progress.
It takes a year to reach the third level, so perhaps it will take more than a year to cross over to the fourth level.
And the understanding from the fourth layer to the fifth layer requires more time.
But now.
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Shen Changqing felt that his understanding of the Hundred Battles Sword Technique had reached a very profound level.
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The first four layers of martial arts have already been completely integrated and understood.
As for the fifth layer.
To be strictly accurate, there are no techniques at all.
That's a kind of feeling!
A kind of intent that directly points to the realm of a grandmaster!
Only when the first four layers are thoroughly understood can one have a chance to comprehend the meaning of the fifth layer. At that time, the martial artist will naturally ascend to the rank of Martial Arts Grandmaster.
Whoosh—
The long sword swept across, severing several barbarian bodies, their intestines spilling onto the ground.
Next.
Once again, long swords and spears attacked, crashing against the protective qi shield.
In order to conserve the consumption of his protective qi, Shen Changqing had kept his protective qi at about an inch from his body, almost completely clinging to it.
Even so.
Even after enduring a heavy onslaught, the protective qi remained unsteady, as if on the verge of shattering at any moment.
“Kill!”
Shen Changqing's heart turned cold, and his feet wanted to move, but under the encirclement of ten thousand troops, there was no space for him to maneuver. He could only rely on his protective qi to defend against the attacks while killing the barbarians within his attack range.
One by one, the barbarians fell.
Another barbarian was added to the ranks.
The soil on the wasteland was completely soaked with blood, and the dry road surface had become muddy.
“The first person to break through the protective qi will be rewarded with ten taels of silver!”
Whoever is able to harm him, shall be awarded ten taels of silver!
"He who severs a limb will be rewarded with one hundred ounces of silver and the title of captain!"
"Whoever beheads the enemy leader will receive 10,000 silver taels and be awarded the title of General of Ten Thousand!"
Meirba suddenly roared, his voice reaching the ears of all the barbarians.
Wealth moves the hearts of men.
Not to mention high officials and riches.
Ten thousand taels of silver, to barbarians, is a staggering fortune.
Commander of thousands.
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That can even extend the official positions to future generations.
So.
After Mylea announced the reward, the barbarian's attacks became even more frenzied.
Everyone wants to have ten thousand taels of silver.
Everyone wants to be a valiant hero.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we kill everyone here, everything will be ours.
All the barbarians' eyes were bloodshot, and a massive onslaught hammered against their protective qi, causing it to dim considerably.
The army marches into battle.
Life itself is traded for a brighter future.
Now that we have the opportunity, no one wants to give it up easily.
“Alright, today I will see if it is you who take my head to climb the ranks, or me who takes yours, breaking all limits!”
Shen Changqing laughed loudly.
As he spoke, he swallowed the last two bottles of Zhenqi Dan, replenishing the consumed zhenqi. The long knife on his hand glistened with sword energy, like a venomous snake spitting venom, slashing across each barbarian's body and taking their lives.
Ready to draw your sword!
Standing Alone Against a Thousand Armies!
All alone on the battlefield!
Effortless!
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The Four-Style Hundred Battles Sword Technique flashed through Shen Changqing's mind, while his offensive remained relentless in his hands, as if he had practiced it thousands of times before, with a sense of effortless mastery.
Meanwhile.
A powerful killing intent was brewing within him.
Roar—
The long sword slashed out fiercely, a zhang-long blade aura cutting down, instantly clearing the encircling barbarians. Their arms and bodies throbbed with pain as muscles and bones screamed, erupting in the thunderous roar of tigers and leopards.
Such an attack.
Let the other barbarians be momentarily stunned, but they soon resume their attack.
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Whoosh!!
The long blade fell, the spear pierced through.
Suddenly.
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The protective qi, already at its limit, shattered like a bubble.
“I broke through his protective qi!”
A young barbarian's face lit up with joy, and he couldn't help but shout aloud.
He couldn't enjoy his happiness for long. A burst of swordlight swept across, plunging him into eternal darkness.
"Great!"
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"Your protective energy field is broken, I wonder how long you can hold on!"
Maiba, who always pays attention to changes on the battlefield, smiles with glee.
He didn't care about the casualties of the barbarians.
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At the very least, considering the barbarian casualties so far, trading their lives for one master of the Tiger, Leopard, Thunder and Sound level is completely worthwhile.
A grandmaster.
Even the most powerful Grandmaster.
Without the protective qi, it's like a tiger without teeth. Defeat is only a matter of time.
> On the other side.
Seeing that Shen Changqing lacked protective Qi, the barbarian army became even more excited. In their eyes, without his protective Qi, he was equivalent to having lost his strongest support.
...the rest.
... were simply left to be slaughtered by others.
The savage was killed with a single strike, preventing him from ever getting his hands on the silver and sending his soul straight to the underworld.
Blood splatters.
... landed on the spotless blue shirt.
A cruel expression appeared on Shen Changqing's face. The blood-stained long sword, reflecting the sun's rays, had a sinister red hue, symbolizing an ominous aura.
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"Kill!"
The long blade whirled, and he charged toward the barbarians like a wild beast.
How can one possibly withstand attacks without a protective aura
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Shen Changqing's greatest weapon has never been his protective qi, but his own flesh and blood, which is exceptionally strong.
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Boom—
A long blade ripped through the air, a huge head soaring into the sky, blood splattering everywhere.
Very soon.
A barbarian's spear flew out, landing accurately in Shen Changqing's back.
There wasn't the expected blood splatter.
The spear plunged into the diamond-hard armor like a needle, but instead of piercing through, it was met with a powerful force that shattered the weapon and sent the barbarian reeling, blood spurting from his hand.
"Impossible—"
This scene shocked the barbarian to his very core.
He didn't have time to be surprised.
Shen Changqing had already swung his sword around, cleaving him in two with a single blow, ending his life completely.
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One strike to slay the barbarian.
His footsteps were relentless, moving forward with unwavering determination. Any barbarian who dared to stand in his way was unable to withstand even two rounds before being slain instantly.
From an outside perspective.
This is a test.
Only the barbarian army was visible, with a bloody trail spreading through it like a thin cut constantly widening, as if trying to pierce the entire barbarian formation.
The long sword slashed.
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Take away the lives of several barbarians.
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Shen Changqing charged forward with reckless abandon. His left hand unleashed a powerful Iron Sand Palm strike. Though his true energy was depleted, diminishing the poison's potency, the sheer force of his physical might alone could shatter stone and split boulders with a single blow.
Such an attack, falling on an ordinary barbarian, could also be fatal in a single blow.
The golden crow sinks in the west.
The wasteland grew dim.
Many barbarians lit torches, illuminating the wilderness in a fiery red glow.
Up to now.
Shen Changqing had forgotten how many barbarians he had killed. He just mechanically swung his sword, taking the lives of the barbarians beneath the blade.
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The blue garment on his body had been completely stained red with blood.
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The thick, fresh blood congealed, obscuring the original azure of the green robe and turning it into a heart-palpitating black-red.
Ten thousand!
Or eight thousand!
Shen Changqing didn't count that much, all he had in his heart now was an overwhelming and intense killing intent, his entire being plunged into a state of bloodlust.
The main force of the barbarian troops.
Myers' face was as cold as ice.
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In his estimation, Shen Changqing, after losing his protective qi shield, shouldn't be able to hold out for long.
But——
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Four hours!
For a full four hours!
Though surrounded by the hordes of barbarians, the opponent had already endured for four hours after their protective qi shield shattered. Countless barbarian warriors fell during this time, yet the opponent showed no sign of giving up.
Such formidable strength.
It's simply horrifying.
"Kill!"
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"He must be killed, a person like this absolutely cannot be allowed to live, or else he will be a nightmare for our barbarian tribe!"
Miles' heart roared with madness.
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Chen Changqing's outburst of power now even made this barbarian chieftain feel apprehensive and fearful.
He had a hard time imagining.
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What would be the consequences for the barbarians if we were to let Shen Changqing leave
Such people must be stifled in their infancy.
Beside him, Gurna’s face had also grown serious at some point. However, within that seriousness, there was a hint of excitement.
“This person is a huge threat to my clan. He must be killed! If we use his flesh to forge a puppet, it will undoubtedly become an unparalleled killing weapon. In the future, when our clan attacks the Qin Dynasty, it will play a great role!”
Kill him!
Then use its corpse to refine a puppet!
Gurner's heart burned with passion.
The stronger the existence, the more powerful the puppet it becomes after being refined.
The person in front of me.
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With his own power, he could fight endlessly amidst tens of thousands of troops. If refined into a puppet, he might even be able to rival an army of one hundred thousand.
Such a weapon.
... enough to make others tremble with fear.
On hearing this.
Meyerba said nothing, merely stared coldly at Shen Changqing who, amidst the encirclement of a large army, still charged left and right.
After a long time.
He suddenly twitched, bursting off the behemoth's body. His greatsword descended with the force of heaven, its blade-energy exploding outwards. Everything that dared to block its path shattered into nothingness in an instant.
The blade force slashed down.
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The world shattered.
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Shen Changqing's unwavering spirit, directly from the boundless killing intent immersion, returned to his senses, just in time to see that terrifying blade aura strike.
"Cheers!"
He stood his ground, his whole body surging with energy, and swung his long sword down in a powerful arc.
Boom!!
The blade energy shattered.
Meyerba gripped the dagger in both hands, already swinging it at the longsword.
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The overwhelming force, coupled with the formidable techniques of a master swordsman, was like a mountain collapsing, forcing the Cold Moon Blade straight back.
Poof—one has been around for a long time.Now, people have placed humanity within the Death Zone. It's clear they intend to use this as a last resort, hoping for a resurrection from the brink of extinction....