The three hundred Mo Dao soldiers in the front row unleashed their power simultaneously.
They don't chop; instead, they use a unique technique to channel all their strength into the blade and then push it forward!
"Snap! Snap! Snap!"
That was the sound of a shield shattering.
The blade of the Mo Dao (陌刀) cuts into the ironwood shield as easily as a hot knife through butter.
The Fengtian soldiers behind the shields were cut open, shields and all!
The blade continued forward, severing the sternum and spine, and emerging from the back!
First shield wall, breached!
Blood gushed out like a waterfall, staining the heavy armor of the Mo Dao wielders red.
But their movements did not stop. After the first row struck, they immediately retreated half a step, and the second row followed.
"Second row—Slash!"
Another round of pushing and cutting.
The second rank of shield wall shattered, spears broke, and Fengtian soldiers fell like wheat being harvested.
Li Biao's eyes reddened.
He witnessed a swordsman wielding a long sword cut three spears in half with a single stroke, and before the momentum was over, he also cut two soldiers in half at the waist!
Those Mo Dao (陌刀) warriors possessed astonishing strength; a single strike could cleave a person in two!
"We can't let them advance any further!" Li Biao roared. "Personnel troops! Follow me!"
He led three hundred personal guards out of the gap in the circular formation and charged straight at Xi Sheng.
Xi Sheng sneered, brandished his Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword), and went to meet him.
Li Biao's spear moved like a dragon, thrusting straight at Xi Sheng's face. This strike was as fast as lightning, the spear tip trembling, sealing off all angles of evasion.
But Xi Sheng didn't flinch at all.
He raised his longsword from bottom to top, the blade striking precisely three inches from the spear tip—the weakest point of the spear's power.
"when!"
The metal clanged, sparks flew.
Li Biao's hand was split open, and the spear nearly slipped from his grasp. He was horrified—the power of that strike far exceeded his expectations!
Xi Sheng gave him no chance to catch his breath, his Mo Dao swung back, sweeping across the battlefield in one strike.
The wind howled, creating visible air currents!
Li Biao retreated hastily, but the blade was already upon him.
He managed to parry with his spear, and the moment the spear clashed with the broadsword, he heard the sound of wood cracking.
"Snap!"
The fine iron spear shaft was severed in one stroke!
The blade's momentum lessened slightly, but it still grazed Li Biao's breastplate.
A deep gash appeared on the plate armor, the inner chainmail was broken, and blood seeped out.
"General!" The personal guard rushed forward at the cost of his life, using his body to block Xi Sheng's subsequent attacks.
Three of his personal guards were cut down with a long-handled sword, but this bought Li Biao a chance to catch his breath.
Li Biao staggered backward and was dragged back to the formation by his personal guards.
He looked down at the wound on his chest, then at the broken gun in his hand, and finally understood—this kind of weapon, this kind of tactic, was simply beyond the capabilities of a conventional army.
Meanwhile, the Mo Dao Battalion had broken through the triple shield wall and entered the Feng Army's circular formation.
What followed could only be described as a massacre.
In open areas, the power of the Mo Dao (陌刀) user is unleashed to its fullest potential.
The three of them stood back to back, their long-handled swords swirling like a whirlwind of death.
Regardless of whether they carried shields or spears, any soldier of the Fengtian Army who entered the blade's range was either killed or maimed. Some attempted to launch a sneak attack from the side, but the Mo Dao (陌刀) warriors, though heavily armored, were exceptionally agile in their turns—a result of years of rigorous training under heavy loads.
The circular array began to collapse from the inside.
Fear spread like a plague. As the soldiers of the Fengtian Army watched their comrades being hacked to pieces and the heavily armored, masked soldiers steadily advanced through the rain of blood, some finally broke down.
"Run! It's a demon! You can't beat it!"
The first deserter appeared, followed by a second, a third...
The army collapsed like a house of cards.
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