jdhmnovel Chapter 165 A Fierce Battle
Chapter 165 A Fierce Battle
Even when Black Soul, Purple Flame, and Azure Thunder joined forces, they felt unprecedented pressure in the face of this surging power.
Their figures appeared increasingly strained under the Spirit King's attacks, each defense seeming as if they were fighting against the power of heaven and earth.
"Hmph... Although the three of you are all experts at the Great Yuan Realm, you are nothing but a joke under my sword."
The Spirit King's voice pierced through the clamor of the battlefield, carrying an undeniable majesty.
Her sword tip traced magnificent patterns in the air, each strike precise and deadly, forcing Black Soul to concentrate fully and not daring to be careless in the slightest.
Upon seeing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Zi Yan's eyes.
He knew that he could not win by simply confronting the king head-on; he had to find the king's weakness.
Then his figure suddenly changed, moving left and right like a ghost, trying to confuse the Spirit King's vision.
The Spirit King seemed to possess the ability to see through everything. No matter how the purple flames changed, her sword could always anticipate them and neutralize their attacks one by one.
Qing Lei chose a more direct path—overcoming skill with brute force.
The spiritual power within him surged wildly, and each swing of his sword was accompanied by a deafening thunderclap, as if it would tear the entire battlefield apart.
But the Spirit King moved with the grace of an elegant dancer, navigating the raging storm of blue thunder with ease.
In every exchange, he skillfully used the opponent's strength against them, deflecting Qing Lei's attacks one by one and seizing the opportunity to counterattack.
As time went on, the combined attacks of Black Soul, Purple Flame, and Azure Thunder continued.
King Ling could only parry but could not attack, though his swordsmanship became increasingly dazzling.
But every attack was in vain.
"King of Spirit, the time has come for the destruction of your Spirit Kingdom."
Upon seeing this, Black Soul revealed a ferocious smile.
Once the Qin army breaks through Nanyang City, even if King Ling is strong, he will be powerless to reverse the situation.
The Spirit King merely smiled faintly, as if he had already foreseen all of this.
"Hmph, the mere Qin army is nothing to worry about. Today, I will show you what true strength is."
The Spirit King suddenly sprang up, like a wild horse breaking free, and charged towards the three of them.
On the other side of the battlefield, a thrilling battle is unfolding.
Poetry Spirit Star, Wine Spirit Star, Flower Spirit Star, and Tea Spirit Star are the four most outstanding beings in the spirit world.
Each displayed their unique skills and engaged in a fierce battle with the Qin army.
As the elite of the Ling Kingdom, the four of them each possess extraordinary martial arts skills and unique techniques.
At this moment, they are putting these unique skills to their fullest potential.
Shi Lingxing moved with a light and graceful figure, like a forest sprite leaping through the air, her longsword reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.
"You traitors of Qin, have you ever considered that there are also unwilling souls on the land of Ling?"
Her words were laced with contempt and defiance. With a slight turn of her sword, a Qin soldier fell to the ground. The exquisite skill of her swordsmanship was breathtaking.
Jiu Lingxing is a blazing flame on the battlefield; her red-tasseled spear is like a living thing in her hands, weaving through the enemy ranks.
"You traitors of Qin, taste the wrath of my Wine Spirit Star!"
She shouted, her gun flashing like a dragon, and enemies fell wherever it went, the air filled with a strange scent of blood and wine.
A Qin general brandished his shield in an attempt to defend himself, but she knocked him away with a single spear thrust, sending him crashing to the ground.
Hua Lingxing's swordsmanship differs from that of the other three Lingxing.
Because she cultivates the Linglong Divine Skill, her swordsmanship tends to be gentle.
Like the gentlest breeze in spring, it is light yet hides a deadly sharpness.
The "Exquisite Divine Skill" she practiced contained the rhythm of nature and the mysteries of life in every movement and stroke.
"You traitors of Qin, in order to invade neighboring countries, you have caused the people to suffer and die."
Her words were gentle yet profound, as if they could penetrate the clamor of the battlefield and reach the hearts of people.
The tip of her sword flicked lightly, like a spring breeze brushing against a branch, and the enemy fell silently to the ground like a petal, without the slightest struggle.
A Qin soldier attempted to break through this defensive line and approach Hualing Star.
With a slight turn of her body, the long sword in her hand seemed to transform into the most brilliant paintbrush in spring, outlining perfect arcs in the air.
The soldier's armor was as fragile as paper under her swordsmanship, easily cleaved in two, revealing his face filled with disbelief and terror.
Every move and stance of the "Exquisite Divine Skill" is like a reproduction of flowers blooming in nature.
Beautiful yet deadly, it compels us to admire its artistic beauty while also respecting the power behind it.
Hua Lingxing, through her swordsmanship, demonstrated to the world the perfect fusion of the beauty of life and the power of battle.
Cha Lingxing was originally skilled in ranged attacks, but at this moment she resolutely picked up a longsword and fought alongside her sisters.
"For our homeland, for peace, we will never back down."
Her voice was firm, her swordsmanship steady, each strike as heavy as a mountain, delivering a devastating blow to her enemy.
A Qin soldier attempted to ambush her, but she cleaved him in two with a single sword strike, causing him to stagger backward.
A general in the Qin army shouted, "These traitors from Ling Kingdom must not be spared! Charge! Kill them!"
However, his orders failed to change the course of the battle, thanks to the tacit cooperation and extraordinary martial arts of the four elites from the Spirit Kingdom.
This made it difficult for the Qin army to get close, and they could only watch helplessly as the defensive line was breached little by little.
"We swear to protect the Spirit Kingdom with our lives; its safety will be in our hands."
Cha Lingxing's voice echoed across the battlefield, inspiring every citizen of the Ling Kingdom who was still fighting.
On the other side of the battlefield, Shanzi, Xiaolie, Afu, Datou, and Shizi were engaged in a fierce battle with the Qin enemy army, their swords flashing and their battle cries deafening.
Shanzi wielded his longsword, each strike like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, powerful yet with a touch of flexibility.
He shouted, "Qin traitor, take this!" and with a single swing of his sword, he cleaved an enemy soldier in two.
At this moment, a Qin general roared and charged towards Shanzi.
Shanzi sneered, "Well done."
The two swords clashed, sparks flying.
Xiao Lie's swordsmanship is agile and graceful, like a spring breeze rustling willows, lightly weaving through the enemy ranks.
As he brandished his longsword, he laughed and said, "The Qin army is nothing special."
Suddenly, a Qin soldier attacked from behind. Xiao Lie turned around, and with a flash of sword light, he had already stabbed the Qin soldier to the ground.
Afu's swordsmanship was steady and precise. He calmly observed the battle, and each strike perfectly neutralized the enemy's attacks.
He calmly said, "Everyone be careful, don't underestimate the enemy."
After saying that, he pierced the chest of an enemy soldier with his sword.
Big Head and Stone form a perfect team, working together seamlessly, one attacking and the other defending, showcasing their swordsmanship to the fullest.
Big Head shouted, "Stone, go!"
The two attacked simultaneously, one stabbing the other in the throat and the other in the chest, instantly killing two enemy soldiers.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Xiaoman, clad in gleaming armor and wielding a bright silver spear, was locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle with a Qin general.
His marksmanship was like a dragon soaring through the heavens, each shot containing overwhelming power.
Xiaoman roared, "You traitorous Qin general, give me your life, my ever-victorious general!"
He thrust his spear into the general's heart.
The general was not to be outdone and raised his spear to meet the attack. The two fought back and forth, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.
Suddenly, Xiaoman dodged the general's spear with a swift movement.
At the same time, he also fired a shot with his other hand, stabbing the general in the shoulder.
The general cried out in pain and roared, "You brat, how dare you hurt me!"
Xiaoman sneered, "So what if I hurt you? I am Su Zilong of Fengdang. Today I will take your dog's life to avenge my country and family."
He charged forward again, his spear technique even more ferocious, and engaged in an even fiercer battle with the general.
The Qin generals were secretly astonished by Xiaoman's bravery.
But as a general of the Qin state, how could he easily admit defeat?
He snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, a mere江湖人 (jianghu person) dares to oppose my Qin general? Today I will show you my power."
Xiaoman snorted coldly, and the bright silver spear in her hand moved like a snake emerging from its hole, instantly neutralizing the enemy's attack.
His movements were like a ghost, his marksmanship agile and fierce, each shot leaving his enemies helpless.
“Your Qin army invaded my territory, killed my compatriots, and even slaughtered my Su family village. I, Su Zilong, will come to your Qin state sooner or later.”
Xiaoman roared, and the bright silver spear in her hand swept over the enemy like a storm.
Upon seeing this, the Qin general's expression changed slightly.
He never expected that this martial arts master would possess such formidable strength.
He took a deep breath to calm himself and swung his gun at Xiaoman again.
The two of them went back and forth, fighting inextricably.
The surrounding soldiers were also drawn to their battle, stopping to watch this thrilling fight.
On the dusty battlefield, the deafening battle cries of Cheng Peng, a burly man in dark skin, were accompanied by heavy armor that gleamed with a cold metallic sheen and shimmered in the sunlight.
He gripped the large sword tightly in his hand; the blade was thick and sharp.
At this moment, he was using the exquisite sword technique that he had only learned a few months ago. Although his movements were still a little clumsy, they were full of power and determination.
His eyes revealed determination and courage as he gritted his teeth and fought fiercely against the Qin soldiers.
He swung his sword, creating a sharp gust of wind as he slashed at the enemy. His momentum was like a tiger descending the mountain, sending chills down one's spine.
On Shanzi's side, although the six of them fought bravely, the Qin army was too numerous, and they gradually felt overwhelmed.
Their internal energy was being depleted faster than it was being replenished, and their physical strength was also gradually being exhausted.
"This can't go on; we must find a way to break out."
Shanzi shouted, his voice filled with anxiety.