Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike

Chapter 45 Long Horses and Long Spears, Not Slaying the Nameless

"They are nothing but petty thugs in the martial world, utterly vulnerable to the mighty Ma Long Spear."

"The thieves are just ahead, my men, follow me and charge!"

Nine riders galloped in, and from afar, they saw a man standing in the middle of the street.

The lanterns at the entrance of the Yang residence swayed gently in the wind. In the middle of the long street, a figure stood with a spear in hand. He was dressed in white, with a slightly thin and short build, and wore a ridiculous red and white Nezha mask on his face.

He clearly looks like a clown from a play.

However, even with his slender figure merely standing there with his spear raised, an aura of overwhelming power, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, surged into the sky.

It was as if behind him lay an endless, raging blue sea.

They were struck by this fierce and malevolent aura.

The cavalrymen knew perfectly well that the man opposite them was their target for the night.

Although it is unknown how the other side knew that they would launch an attack in advance,

Why would they launch a preemptive ambush, causing their own forces to collapse?

But that doesn't stop him from looking down on such skilled martial artists.

With their full armor and imposing weapons, the so-called martial arts masters of the Jianghu are nothing but a joke.

Wu Chengfa, the military commander of the Southern Camp, rode ahead on his horse. With a roar, he raised his bow with his left hand and lightly stroked his shoulder with his right. Three long arrows were already fully drawn and nocked.

collapse……

The arrow leaves the bowstring, whistling sharply through the wind.

The eight longbows behind him also resounded in unison.

The nine men moved as one, their attacks swift and fierce.

The thunder of hooves and the billowing of dust... a mere handful of people somehow managed to break through the encirclement of a massive army.

"If it's a concentrated barrage of spears, I'll turn tail and run today, flanking them. But if it's just arrows, I might as well charge in."

A soft laugh rang out.

Li Xin's figure transformed into a blur as he charged swiftly through the rain of arrows.

The spear in his hand moved like a nimble snake, peeking out and revealing its tail at his side...

Sometimes he plucked, sometimes he knocked, making a series of "plop plop" sounds.

The arrow shot fast, and he charged fast too.

By the time the volley of arrows missed its mark, he had already charged to within seven paces of the warhorse.

"Prepare to die."

Wu Chengfa's eyes were like ice. After shooting three arrows and missing his target, he immediately abandoned his longbow. Looking at the figure rushing towards him, which he could not see clearly, his heart was filled with turmoil.

"What kind of speed is that?"

"We can't let him get close; we must use our speed to kill him quickly."

With a roar, he strained his waist and abdomen, and the three broadswords on the Victory Hook suddenly leaped up.

Arms circling, whoosh...

The wind from the blade was like tearing silk, slicing out a bright, crescent moon.

It was clear that he was about to cut that thin figure in two with a single stroke.

Unexpectedly, the figure accelerated again.

With a whoosh, he had already taken to the air.

A sliver of cold light pierced my throat.

not good.

Wu Chengfa only had time to tilt his head slightly, and his long sword changed from a diagonal slash to a reverse sweep, unleashing a fiery attack that ignited the sky.

Amidst the howling wind of the blades, the space in front of him was already empty.

The spear missed its mark at the left ear, the blade trembled, and then a tremendous force struck.

His body, along with his warhorse, stumbled three or five steps to the side, narrowly avoiding falling to the side.

Turning around in surprise, he saw two riders behind him, the riders already upright, their eyes blank as they fell backward.

One person fell from his horse, his head hitting the ground, and he lay in a pool of blood.

Another man's right foot got caught in the stirrup, and he was dragged by the warhorse... His armor scraped off the stone slabs, leaving sparks.

He touched the area around his left ear and found that his helmet had a shallow dent.

The ears were wet, clearly indicating that the eardrums had ruptured and were bleeding.

"What a fast gun."

"Form ranks and turn around."

Wu Chengfa shouted loudly, but for some reason, his voice sounded somewhat distorted.

It seemed to drift and echo from a very distant place.

This is after being shot in the head, resulting in hearing loss... If it weren't for the armor, the chances of survival would have been slim.

I heard that the other party is also skilled with firearms and has an incredibly accurate aim.

Fortunately, they had armor.

I cannot rest easy until I kill this man.

Wu Chengfa's face was ferocious and bloodthirsty. He brandished his long sword wildly and turned his horse to charge back.

Six horses crisscrossed, swords and spears raised diagonally, forming a steel jungle, whistling and slashing.

Li Xin killed two people in quick succession, then ducked down and passed under the belly of a black horse. With a backhand thrust, he pierced the neck of one of the men, and couldn't help but sigh that this group of people was indeed a bit troublesome.

Not only did it make his short gun less effective.

When the spear attacks, it can only target vital points that are not protected by armor plates.

The key point is that this white-shafted, red-tasseled spear is not well-suited for battlefield combat.

The wooden pole was a bit soft, and the spearhead wasn't very sturdy either.

He had killed three people and pierced through the thin neck armor, and the tip of his spear was already chipped.

"Buzz..."

A rider beside him was galloping forward when the rider suddenly turned around, bent his waist into an arch, and thrust his spear into him with a thunderous sound.

The spearhead was sharp, sending out an arc of light the size of a bucket, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.

Enveloping one's entire body within it.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell where the stab was aimed.

"it is good."

Li Xin gave a soft shout, his eyes lighting up.

This person had previously fought alongside the enemy, and his performance was unremarkable, with nothing particularly outstanding.

Unexpectedly, after killing three people, he suddenly bared his fangs...

The spear thrust was swift and ruthless, a single counter-attack strike of unparalleled brilliance.

The spear in the opponent's hand was made of bright silver, with a coiled dragon engraved on it, and the spearhead was so bright that it cut through the wind silently.

It is indeed a great weapon in battle.

It can penetrate double steel armor.

This person is no ordinary individual.

The power of his attack was even slightly greater than that of the leading general.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Li Xin lightly touched the saddle behind him with the tip of his foot, like a leaf blown by a strong wind.

His mind, as sharp as ice and snow, locked onto the trajectory of the opponent's gun blade.

Uh...

The gleaming silver blade whistled past his neck, tearing a piece of fabric from his collar.

Li Xin felt the sharp edge of the attack, laughed heartily, and pounced on the man's horse from behind.

The white-shafted, red-tasseled spear trailing behind him suddenly shifted from his left hand to his right, the spearhead passing under his ribs.

Lightning flashed.

A sharp whistling sound.

It was already close to the side of the opponent's neck armor plate, piercing into the neck.

The man used his signature "returning spear" move, and just as he was about to change from a straight thrust to a horizontal slash, a sharp pain shot through his neck.

He roared, a resolute glint in his eyes, and began to strike wildly.

The white shaft was smashed to pieces, and the gun barrel broke in half.

Li Xin loosened his grip, and with a cold laugh, his figure floated into the air... He slapped the horse's back hard, and once again soared into the air.

With a flick of his toe, he hooked the gleaming silver dragon-patterned spear into his hand.

call……

A beam of cold light from the full moon swept across.

The black horse and the silver-spear general below were neatly split in two by the gleaming blade.

The leading general has already turned back and attacked.

If Li Xinteng hadn't gotten up in time, he would have been struck squarely by that blade.

"Whoever comes here, I, Li, will not kill nameless men under my spear."

Li Xin landed with a somersault, without disturbing a speck of dust, his spear pointing diagonally to the sky.

He was also a little curious at this moment.

Who exactly is this guy?

His attack was even more ferocious than that of Zhang Shijie, a master of internal energy who guarded the prefectural office.

They were also much bolder.

Knowing full well that he had fought his way through countless battles and possessed formidable strength, he still dared to lead his team in a direct charge.

His swordsmanship was fast and fierce, with the force of a thousand pounds.

If this had happened during the era of cold weapons, he might very well have made a name for himself.

Unfortunately, times have changed.

This kind of mounted combat martial arts is already the last vestige of its kind.

"I am Wu Chengfa, a military officer in the Southern Camp, responsible for capturing thieves and robbers. If you surrender, I can give you a quick death."

Wu Chengfa's momentum surged, and the five riders behind him simultaneously roared with battle cries.

Several riders died, and these men were even more murderous than before.

Slow down the horse's speed and move forward slowly.

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