Before leaving, he sneaked into the depths of Hanling Pavilion and picked out a sharp sword for himself.
He will prove that An Daoyuan's decision is wrong.
A dagger of inferior quality is not worthy to fight against a sword. A swordsman of inferior quality is not worthy to fight against him.
The sword's tip was upright, its cold light restrained; he could even see the raindrops being cut in half by the sharp blade as they fell vertically.
This is indeed a good sword.
The last drop of blood was washed away without a trace, and Yan Zi shook his wrist slightly to shake the water droplets off the sword.
Just before sheathing the sword, his hand suddenly stopped.
Yan Zi lowered her head and looked carefully, a rare look of surprise appearing in her eyes.
The originally smooth and straight sword body showed a little irregularity, and cracks appeared on the red jaw.
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At the battlefield at the foot of Douchen Mountain, separated by a mountain range, the air was filled with the breath of death.
A rocket streaked across the night sky, and when it landed, it burst into a burst of fire, illuminating the entire battlefield like daylight.
To enhance their vision, the Black Feather Battalion brought arrows soaked in kerosene. These arrows were shot in a ring, encircling the entire mountainside. Ignited by the burning arrow just now, it was like heavenly fire descending on earth, illuminating a hellish scene.
All around them lay corpses and arrows strewn across the ground. Despite the damp, muddy surroundings, the flames, fed by the kerosene, still surged high, the crackling sounds mingling with the groans of the dying. Occasionally, a single movement or two would stir in the deathly stillness, and black arrows would swoop down as if possessed of eyes, snatching away the struggling souls in an instant.
Yan Guang, the commander of the Yanzhi Gengzi Camp, was standing a hundred steps away from the fire.
Before starting the hunt today, he had anticipated a fierce battle, but he never imagined that things would develop into what they are now.
When he arrived to support as one of the battalions holding the position, he found that the battle was already decided and there was no place for him to use his skills.
It was not unexpected that none of Bai's personal soldiers surrendered, but the confrontation between the Heiyu and Subei camps was something he had not expected.
Bai had been killed, but the Subei cavalry had no intention of calling off their troops.
There is only one possibility for this situation, that is, the commanders of both sides have not ordered their troops to withdraw.
There are invisible forces wrestling with each other, and the battlefield that has just experienced turmoil is now like a shaky scale that is struggling to maintain balance. The slightest disturbance will break the calm, and everything will collapse in an instant.
Before dawn, the temperature rose, and rain fell on the mountain, turning into mist. In just half a minute, the morning mist spread across the entire foothills of Douchen Mountain, making the situation even more confusing.
The flame burned quietly in the mist, like a ghost fire on the other side of the Lethe River.
Yan Guang's palms were sweaty as he gripped the reins. He had never witnessed such a strange battle scene, silent yet filled with murderous intent.
Finally, someone broke the dead silence.
The sound of a piano came from the dense forest where Hei Yu was dormant, spreading slowly and stirring in the mist.
The sound of footsteps came from all directions, but the sound of bowstrings being tightened was uniform.
It was not until this moment that the ominous premonition in Yan Guang's heart turned into reality.
Although he was not from the Black Feather Camp and did not know the details of its formation, the Shangyin formation had a unique shape and it was difficult to forget it even if he had only seen it once.
Shang is the sound of autumn, a chilling and chilling air that pushes down the leaves and leaves, bending all the grass.
This is a formation that will only be used when one decides to completely wipe out the enemy. As long as there is one enemy left in the formation, the formation will not disperse until the last one is killed by the arrow.
But now, the black feather arrows were no longer aimed at the Bai rebels, but only at the Subei cavalry.
A man and a horseman walked out slowly from the Black Feather camp, holding a command flag high in their hands and walked into the battle formation where the two armies were facing each other.
"Your Majesty has ordered the troops to retreat!"
The Subei cavalry in the depths of the fog still showed no reaction.
The kerosene gradually burned out, and in the heavy rain, the two armies faced each other silently in front of the smoke-filled battlefield.
"Qinghuai Hou, listen to my orders, hurry up..."
The rider who was carrying the flag suddenly stopped talking, and then his whole body broke into two and slowly fell off the horse, with his body making a dull echo as it hit the ground.
Everything happened in a flash. Yan Guang widened his eyes, feeling that everything was developing in an uncontrollable direction.
Is it an arrow?
No, there was no sound of arrows, and no arrows were shot.
It was as if an invisible knife cut through the thick, impenetrable fog and cut the soldier in half from his horse.
The shaky balance finally tilted irreversibly to one side, and the sound of the piano in the Black Feather camp suddenly changed and took a sharp turn downward.
At the same time, the Subei formation was also shaken.
At this moment of shock and uncertainty, a sudden south wind blew away the fog for a moment. On the towering cliff of Subei Yaqi, a brown shadow flew out from the dense forest, like an owl hunting at night, heading straight for the commander under the Yaqi.
The cavalry sensed the murderous intent and quickly changed their formation, surrounding Xiao Zhun.
"All officers and men, obey my orders. We swear to defend the general till death!"
The high priest with unfathomable martial arts attainments killed the enemy ruthlessly, while the Subei Army, which had already gone crazy with killing, fought hard to protect its commander. The cliffs at the foot of the mountain were in chaos in an instant.
"Marquis Qinghuai has rebelled! Cut down the Subei army's flag and take control of the situation!"
Yan Guang turned around in surprise, only to see Xu Shu had also come from another direction with his men.
He recalled the attitude of the Xu family when something happened at the Xiao Mansion before, and he knew something about it. He felt a little indignant about this kind of thing that took advantage of someone's misfortune.
"Your Majesty has ordered that even if something unusual happens, the Subei Army must not be pressed."
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