Chapter 1147 The God of Slaughter Descends!
Just as Yuwen Ye spurred his horse at full speed, the army formation ahead had already been assembled.
The army of tens of thousands, from a distance, appeared as a huge, dark cloud, enough to blot out the sun. Although terrifying, no one knew the danger it posed. But up close, it was a sea of people, a sea that stretched as far as the eye could see. The sea was teeming with people, their roars deafening. Countless gleaming blades appeared and disappeared, rushing towards the people as if to crush and swallow everything.
Even the most enraged and irrational beast would feel fear at this sight.
But Yuwen Ye did not back down at all. He held the reins in one hand and gripped the equally gleaming Mo Dao in the other, and spurred his horse to gallop forward to meet the attack.
Among the overwhelming horde charging forward, two generals stood at the very front. One wielded a long spear, the other a large, gleaming saber. The sharp blades, gleaming in the wind, exuded a chilling sharpness and a bloody aura. The two men, one on the left and one on the right, one in front and one behind, one pointing directly at Yuwen Ye's chest, the other raising his saber high, attacking him from both sides.
With this kind of formation, even if he dodged the spear, the broadsword behind him would follow up. The general holding the spear even stood up with both feet on the stirrups, clearly prepared. Even if Yuwen Ye dodged, he would retaliate and stab again!
No matter which way he tried to dodge, these two blocked him!
"Your Highness, be careful!"
Seeing this, Xue Lin, who was following behind Yuwen Ye, also sensed the danger and shouted in alarm.
As he shouted, the tip of the spear was already close at hand, but Yuwen Ye did not dodge at all. He loosened the reins with his left hand and, just as the spear was about to pierce his chest, he grabbed the shaft with his other hand.
"...!"
The general holding the spear was shocked. Before he could react, he felt a weight on his hand. Then, he was blocked by the powerful force from the other end of the spear and fell backward!
Yuwen Ye, surprisingly, gripped the gun and confronted him directly!
If this person were sitting, he could lean back and stick to the horse's back. But just now, in order to stab again, he was standing on the stirrup. So both the man and the horse were subjected to the tremendous force from Yuwen Ye's arm. Immediately, the front hooves of the opposing warhorse were lifted into the air. At the same time, the general's hand holding the spear slid forward an inch!
He was stunned!
Almost instinctively, he gripped the gun even tighter, but the immense force didn't carry any weight. Instead, his grip caused his palm to rub heavily against the smooth gun barrel, creating a burning sensation. He had no doubt that the skin on his palm had been torn open!
But that's not all.
A cold glint flashed in the cold eyes opposite him, and Yuwen Ye raised his arm with force. Coupled with the unyielding charge of his fiery warhorse, the two men were actually forced to stop under the powerful impact!
The warhorse struggled and let out a long, mournful neigh.
Amidst the neighing of warhorses, a gust of wind swept past, revealing another general wielding a large, ghost-headed saber. Although startled by the sight, he didn't stop moving his hands. Taking advantage of the standoff between Yuwen Ye and the general with the spear, he swung his saber directly at Yuwen Ye's neck!
If he kills this person, he will have performed an unparalleled feat, and the entire battle will be over!
Thinking this, the man's eyes turned red with excitement, and his ecstasy and desire for victory made him let out a furious roar.
"ah--"
But the shout was cut off the moment it was uttered, and stopped abruptly.
His blade stopped just inches from Yuwen Ye's neck. But no matter what he did, he couldn't bring himself to strike, because he felt as if something had gone wrong in his body, and all his strength had been drained away.
The hole was in his chest.
The general slowly lowered his head and looked down into the center of his two limp arms. He saw that Yuwen Ye's longsword had pierced through his chest. Just as he swung the sword, Yuwen Ye suddenly raised his left arm. The steel spear was almost bent, but it held firm and lifted the general, who was desperately clinging to the spear, directly off his horse!
The moment his feet left the stirrups, the man froze in mid-air!
At the same time, Yuwen Ye immediately leaned to the right, then spread his long arm, and the long sword in his hand, like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave, plunged fiercely into the opponent's chest!
After the blade pierced the man's body, it continued to penetrate deeper as his warhorse charged forward tirelessly. Blood seemed to be squeezed out of his body, gushing out continuously. Finally, the man was impaled on the long-handled sword. With a furious roar from Yuwen Ye's throat, he was lifted off the horse!
"ah--!"
The low roar eventually turned into a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and the earth. Yuwen Ye lifted one person on each arm, brushed past two warhorses, and charged towards the army formation rushing towards him!
This scene was like the arrival of a god of death!
Not only were Xue Lin and the others behind him stunned, but the soldiers in front, especially those in the front row who could see the battle clearly, were terrified. The legs of the people at the very front immediately went weak, and they were then trampled to the ground by the soldiers behind them who were oblivious to their own mortality. After a series of screams, the people in front were trampled into a bloody pulp by the people behind them. The people behind also saw this shocking scene and screamed in fright. It was too late to retreat.
One was dead, the other alive. One was still struggling, while the other had become a stiff lump of flesh dangling on a longsword. Yuwen Ye used the momentum of the charging flaming warhorse to forcefully throw the two forward.
The two people, like two tattered sacks, were thrown into the crowd!
The previously well-organized battle formation was suddenly opened up with two open spaces.
Now!
Yuwen Ye turned around, his cold eyes slightly red from the exertion he had just exerted, and shouted to Xue Lin and the others who were following closely behind him: "Charge with me!"
The scene just now was breathtaking for the enemy, but exhilarating for them. In an instant, all the Xuanjia soldiers, who had just charged and were covered in blood, felt their blood boiling. They felt their courage and strength surging from the bottom of their hearts, even swelling to the point of being uncomfortable. They all roared like tigers and followed Yuwen Ye to charge forward.
Once the army's formation is breached, it creates an opening for the enemy to charge.
When people panic, they give the enemy a chance to defeat them.
Yuwen Ye's skill in defeating two generals had clearly opened up this gap and brought this possibility to everyone's attention. This group of Xuanjia soldiers charged into the front formation, crushing through it with overwhelming force. Yuwen Ye was at the forefront, his blood-stained Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) like a demonic dragon, stabbing and slashing through the soldiers who were either attacking or dodging. Blood gushed out, as if he had stepped into a river of blood. With each step and each swing of his sword, crimson waves surged up, constantly pouring down on him.
In no time, his body was completely stained red, becoming one with the fiery warhorse.
At the same time, he also heard the sound of rolling waves ahead.
Yuwen Ye looked up and realized that he had somehow broken through the army formation. The few soldiers in front of him retreated to both sides as if they were little devils seeing a god of death. Finally, there was no one in front of him, only a turbid river running across his path.
Have they reached the Yellow River?
Seeing this, Yuwen Ye frowned—a 10,000-strong army formation was enough to disorient the soldiers who charged in, making them easily trapped in the battle and die from exhaustion, let alone an army of 100,000. But he had already broken through the entire army formation, yet he clearly hadn't found the right direction. There was no central command tent here, and Xiao Yuansui couldn't possibly have set up the central command tent on the banks of the Yellow River.
He immediately turned around and saw dust rising in front of him. Xue Lin and several other Xuanjia soldiers had finally finished killing the soldiers around them and were galloping towards him on horseback. They all seemed to be wounded, especially Xue Lin's warhorse, which had been hit in the rump by an arrow and was bleeding profusely.
Xue Lin said, "Your Highness, we—"
Yuwen Ye said, "Wrong direction!"
Everyone was startled. When they turned around, they realized that they had fought their way so deep into the territory, but they still hadn't found Xiao Yuansui's central command tent. At the same time, Yuwen Ye rode his horse onto a large rock. Before him was still an endless mass of dark heads. About a mile away, another Xuanjia army was fighting fiercely. Amidst the rising blood mist, they could barely make out that the leader was Gao Feng.
As for Jiang Kesheng, no one knows where he has gone.
In the short time he was looking around, the other Xuanjia soldiers who followed him also rushed up. After breaking through the enemy formation, the army behind them was scattered, but it was quickly reorganized. Seeing that they had reached the banks of the Yellow River and had no way to retreat, a group of people slowly surrounded them, seemingly wanting to encircle them.
If you're besieged in this situation, you really won't have a way out!
Yuwen Ye gripped his long-handled sword tightly: "Let's go again!"
Having said that, he spurred his horse, and the fiery warhorse beneath him let out a long neigh, leaping directly off the large rock and crashing headlong into the army formation that was about to close in. The formation, which had not yet been able to close in, was immediately thrown into disarray, with men and horses falling to the ground. Yuwen Ye, wielding a long-handled sword, directly cut down a charging cavalryman from his horse.
Xue Lin and the others dared not delay and hurriedly spurred their horses to follow.
Swords and blades were everywhere, and blood was spilled like rain.
The group faced numerous hardships along the way, almost cutting through the entire army formation once again. This time, it was as if they had waded through a river of blood, and even the warhorses had swallowed a lot of blood, their neighing filled with the stench of blood.
But--
Yuwen Ye pulled on the reins, turned his horse around again, and scanned the sea of people with his bloodshot eyes.
Xiao Yuansui's central command tent still hasn't been found!
Where is he?
Where is Shang Ruyi?!
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