Using the momentum, he turned and swung his longsword upwards, the blade flashing like lightning across the sky, gleaming with a blinding cold light against the azure backdrop.
General An Yuan quickly bent down, and the blade flashed past his back, severing a banner behind him. The banner fell limply, like a sigh of defeat.
At this moment, General An Yuan discarded his whip, drew his sword, and the blade, gleaming coldly, was unsheathed. From his high vantage point, the sword fell like stars, piercing towards the netherworld.
In an instant, sword shadows flashed, like countless diamonds dancing in the air under the sunlight. Youming dodged left and right, his longsword wielding itself with impenetrable skill, impenetrable to any attack.
Swords clashed, their clanging sounds echoing endlessly, like a stirring symphony of metal. The two figures crisscrossed the battlefield, each exchange accompanied by splattering sweat that, under the sunlight, glittered like pearls.
Their battle was so fierce that the surrounding soldiers watched intently, their hearts pounding in their throats, barely daring to breathe, nervously observing this breathtaking and intense battle.
At the height of the battle, Youming suddenly roared, and a powerful force erupted from his longsword, sweeping towards General Anyuan like a surging wave.
General An Yuan's expression was solemn. He lightly touched the back of his horse with his feet and used the momentum to gracefully retreat several feet, avoiding this fierce attack.
The moment he landed, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and pounced forward like a ghost. His sword swirled into a series of dazzling sword flowers, and the wind howled, subtly forming a small vortex of air that swept up the surrounding dust and gravel.
Seeing this, Youming was not afraid at all. He spun his long sword in front of him, forming an impenetrable sword curtain to resist General Anyuan's tidal wave of attacks.
Sparks from the clash of swords flew in all directions, landing on the dry ground and extinguishing instantly, leaving tiny black marks. The two exchanged blows, neither giving an inch, and the battle had lasted for hundreds of rounds, yet neither was clearly superior.
At this moment, a few white clouds drifted in from somewhere in the sky, as if attracted by the fierce battle, and lingered above the battlefield, silently witnessing this thrilling life-or-death struggle.
As the battle continued, General An Yuan realized that this stalemate was not a good strategy. He suddenly changed his swordplay, making his swordsmanship more agile and graceful.
Like a spring breeze caressing willows, the sword shadows coiled towards the Netherworld like silken ribbons. Each sword strike appeared gentle, yet concealed hidden secrets; wherever the sword tip pointed, it struck the Netherworld's vitals and weaknesses.
Youming noticed the change in the sword technique and dared not be careless in the slightest. He steadied himself and no longer used his longsword solely for defense. Instead, he seized the opportunity and suddenly exerted his strength.
With the force of Mount Tai pressing down, it slashed at General An Yuan, the wind from the blade howling, even stirring up the sand and stones on the ground, which shot out in all directions like hidden weapons.
General An Yuan darted away like an eel, slipping past the fierce attack. At the same time, his sword followed the momentum, slicing along the blade of the long saber towards Youming's fingers.
Youming was shocked and hurriedly withdrew his longsword, dodging to the side. After catching their breath, the two rushed at each other again and engaged in battle once more.
As the sun gradually set in the west, the shadows on the battlefield lengthened, and their figures appeared and disappeared amidst the interplay of light and shadow, as if they were engaged in a battle of light and shadow.
The soldiers were stunned, forgetting the passage of time. Only the occasional clash of weapons reminded them that they were on a battlefield.
Suddenly, General An Yuan feinted with his sword, then turned and jumped onto the back of a horse. He tightened the reins and spurred the horse to gallop wildly toward the underworld. He raised his sword high and, using the horse's momentum, thrust it out with all his might.
This sword strike gathered all his strength, like a rainbow piercing the sun. Youming's eyes widened, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his long sword held upright in front of him, ready to meet this all-out attack.
Just as the swords and blades were about to collide, a lone eagle flew overhead, letting out a long cry, as if cheering on the fierce battle.
In that instant, it was as if the world had lost its color, and only the sword and saber within that small space carried boundless power and determination. General An Yuan's sword, carrying the force of breaking through the wind, was like a silver lightning bolt, fiercely piercing towards the underworld.
The Netherworld's longsword, like a dragon emerging from the sea in the dark, met the attack head-on with immense power. The sound of metal clashing resounded.
Like a resounding bell, the sound echoed throughout the battlefield, making the ears of the surrounding soldiers ring. Some even unconsciously covered their ears, their faces showing pain.
Both General An Yuan and You Ming's arms trembled slightly from the immense impact, their muscles taut like bowstrings. Their eyes met, burning with fierce fighting spirit and unyielding will, locked in a stalemate for a moment.
At this moment, General An Yuan, relying on the superb skills and tenacious perseverance he had honed on the battlefield over the years, skillfully changed his footwork and steadily shifted his center of gravity, gradually finding the opponent's weakness and gaining the upper hand in this confrontation of forces.
He suddenly roared, his voice like thunder, echoing through the sky. The powerful aura contained in his voice made the surrounding soldiers tremble.
At the same time, with an extremely exquisite technique, he twisted his wrist suddenly, and the sword, like a nimble snake, used a skillful force to deflect the longsword.
Youming inwardly cried out in alarm, knowing the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for him. In this critical moment, a resolute and cunning glint flashed in Youming's eyes.
Taking advantage of the brief moment when General An Yuan was withdrawing his sword, he swiftly pulled a packet of poison from his robes with lightning speed. The movement was so fast it was almost imperceptible.
Immediately afterwards, he shouted and swung his arm forcefully, sending poison powder flying like snowflakes towards General An Yuan's face.
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