Chen Ping's Sword

These people, riding on the backs of wolves, rise and fall as they draw their bowstrings, as if hunting swift yellow antelopes and gray hares amidst the White Mountain and Black Water...

And before this dark, surging tide of Rushing Wolf Cavalry, there was also a cavalry force of about three thousand, fighting and retreating, launching attacks, and intercepting the pursuit of the Hu Cavalry.

"Flee, flee quickly, beyond Xiao Pass lies the One-Line Blade Gorge, set ambushes along the way, it can hold back the pursuit of the Rushing Wolf Cavalry."

On the left wing of the Rushing Wolf Cavalry, a beautiful middle-aged Daoist lady in a moon-white double fish Daoist robe, with deep fatigue on her face, wields a long-handled horse-cutting saber, each strike claiming lives as she charges and clashes.

As soon as she fought her way into the Hu Cavalry, a giant standing over two meters tall, wielding a wolf fang giant club, riding a big black wolf taller than a person, leapt into the air, howling as he intercepted her.

After just a few exchanges, the Daoist lady felt exhausted and could only turn her horse, adopting a skirmishing stance to desperately engage the giant wielder of the wolf fang club.

On the right wing of the Rushing Wolf Cavalry, there was also an aged Daoist clad in a black robe, with hair tied in a high bun, wielding a pine patterned ancient sword that traced layers of sword shadows.

Behind him, dozens of disciples in Daoist robes formed a sword array, desperately defending the crucial roads while fighting and retreating.

Behind the aged Daoist, around two thousand blood-soaked and dirt-covered soldiers fought for their lives.

These people, with soaring momentum, seemed a bit mad, but clearly, the disadvantage in numbers and individual skill couldn’t be compensated by bravery and bloody valor. As another bald giant from within the Rushing Wolf Cavalry, towering over two meters and wielding a chain hammer, swept through, the bodies piled high and the ground was strewn with corpses.

The chain hammer moved like a meteor.

Its movements were like lightning.

In the howling wind, the aged Daoist’s sword shadows scattered chaotically, and he was sent flying dozens of yards by a single strike, with a trail of bloodlight behind him.

Dozens of civilians and soldiers were torn apart by the Qi Force, filling the air with screams.

"Raise the flags, beat the drums..."

Chen Ping had just arrived to witness a scene of almost complete rout before him.

He took a deep breath and commanded in a stern voice.

"Form a wedge formation, with me as the vanguard, kill the foe."

The cavalry behind him changed their formation as they ran, forming a sharp wedge shape, with Chen Ping at the forefront, Ji Mingyue and Xiao Tong on the right, Yu Hanshan and Mei Yu on the left, charging faster and faster like an arrow, piercing into the array of twenty thousand Rushing Wolf Cavalry.

"The one wielding the hammer is Tuoba Xiong, Master Changfeng has already fought to exhaustion and can’t hold on anymore."

Xiao Tong, with a sweep of his long spear, the tip ablaze, pierced two Rushing Wolf Cavalry riders to death, loudly reminding.

Chen Ping had already taken note.

He led this force of fifteen thousand elite cavalry, emerging from the mountain pass, striking the right flank of the Rushing Wolf Cavalry, with the intent to separate them in half.

Directly confronting them was Tuoba Xiong.

He had heard that the Tuoba brothers were the major generals under Yuwen Zao, the commander marching south, following Yuwen Hao to besiege the city, serving as the vanguard generals.

In a single day, they captured three cities, their fierce reputation unmatched.

Even Master Qiuye, who retreated with all his forces after a bloody battle at Celestial Gate Pass, couldn’t hold back this frenzied Hu Cavalry.

Protecting hundreds of thousands of civilians, they fled to Qingjiang Gateway, just before entering One-Slash Gorge, they were finally caught by the enemy generals.

"Master Changfeng, fall back and reorganize your troops, follow me to chase the routed enemy."

Around Chen Ping, the Blood Flame boiled, the golden light was radiant, vague silhouettes of squads of cavalry flashed past. Any Rushing Wolf Hu Cavalry blocking the way were touched by the golden light, bursting into bloody mist, shattering into pieces as they cleaved forward in a fan-shaped attack.

The dark mass of Rushing Wolf Cavalry fell like blades of grass, swiftly reaching Tuoba Xiong.

At this moment, this fierce Hu general was swinging the chain hammer, sending light and shadow swirling, compressing Master Changfeng’s Sword Ring until he could no longer protect those behind him.

’Where did the sound come from.’

Master Changfeng felt a suffocating pressure in his chest, blood filled his throat, his meridians stinging, barely able to catch his breath.

Tuoba Xiong, with his robust frame and boundless strength, having cultivated Dragon Elephant Power, shared a strong mental bond with his mount, charging back and forth, with the hammer as heavy as a mountain.

With the inexhaustible true strength of the late-stage Innate level, it seemed as though he would never tire.

This wasn’t even the most terrifying; the hardest to defend against were the most formidable elites from the grasslands following the Tuoba brothers, wielding powerful bows and sharp knives like blood.

In a charge, it was like boiling soup spilling on snow; any soldiers caught in contact couldn’t resist, suffering heavy casualties.

Several times Master Changfeng considered "preserving the green hills for fear of no wood for fire," but when glancing back at the wailing and fleeing civilians, he couldn’t find the resolve.

Through all these bloody battles, even if he wanted to withdraw his forces now, it was already too late.

’Chase the routed enemy?’

’Aren’t we the routed enemy?’

Master Changfeng, feeling almost dazed from the fighting, saw a streak of golden light flash by.

The just recently rebounding Golden Melon Meteor Hammer was blocked by the golden light, faster than it had arrived, with a whoosh, flying back again.

Tuoba Xiong, riding the tall black wolf, let out a wild cry, his muscles bulging, swung another chain hammer to intercept.

Meeting the returning golden hammer.

Boom...

A dull thud.

The two hammers collided, sparks flew, both flying back in collision simultaneously.

Tuoba Xiong, with a look of terror in his eyes, had no time to react. His entire upper body was swept by the speeding hammer, exploding into fragments in the sky.

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