strictlysupreme Chapter 201 Shadowy Ink
Chapter 201 Shadowy Ink
Xiao Lie stood at the front of the formation, watching the Qin army surge towards him like a tidal wave, but he felt no fear whatsoever.
With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the exquisite sword technique to its fullest extent, the sword light weaving like silk, instantly sweeping away a large number of Qin soldiers charging at the forefront.
Unfortunately, the Qin army was enormous, seemingly inexhaustible; as one batch fell, another would rise to replace them.
Xiao Lie shouted to Afu, Shizi, and Xiaoman beside him, "The enemy is too strong, we can't fight them head-on! If we join forces and use the Linglong Sword Formation, maybe we can still break through!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a clear and melodious sound rang out.
"Xiao Lie, we're here to lend you a hand!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Lie quickly turned around and saw that Hua Lingxing had arrived with her three Lingxing sisters.
He was overjoyed and quickly said, "Sister Yang, you've come at just the right time."
Hua Lingxing and the other three quickly came to Xiao Lie's side and asked with concern, "Are you alright? Why did you have to rush down?"
Xiao Lie replied somewhat embarrassedly, "When we saw Xiao Man and the others rushing down, we were worried about their safety, so we didn't think too much about it."
"Sister Yang, come quickly and help us! Let's give them a good beating. If I call for retreat, don't linger."
Hua Lingxing nodded in agreement.
Then she looked at Xiao Lie and shouted to the three of them, "Let's form a formation."
Everyone quickly adjusted their positions, and the exquisite sword formation was formed instantly.
They were divided into four groups of two, one in front and one behind. The two in front were responsible for drawing the enemy's attention, whether through a feint or a real attack.
The two behind them took advantage of the gap to dart through at high speed, using the opportunities created by the two in front to attack the enemy's side or back, causing them to be caught off guard.
As the swords flashed, Qin soldiers fell one after another.
The Qin army, being numerous, was able to maintain its position even under the onslaught of the Linglong Sword Formation.
The Qin army surged in like a tide, with the vanguard at the head wielding long swords and their faces contorted with rage as they lunged at Xiao Lie and his companions.
"Hmph, a few greenhorns dare to try and stop a chariot!" The general brandished his broadsword, spurred his horse forward a few steps, and roared disdainfully.
Xiao Lie's eyes sharpened, and he uttered a soft shout: "Exquisite Sword Formation!"
The four-person sword formation rotated, their longswords flashing like silver snakes dancing wildly. Wherever the cold light reached, the Qin soldiers charging in front had their clothes torn by the sword energy and retreated one after another.
The Qin army swarmed forward, their swords flashing and their shadows intertwining.
Xiao Lie and A Fu worked in perfect harmony, wielding their longswords with dazzling, intricate patterns that resembled twinkling stars, forcing the Qin army attacking from the front to retreat repeatedly.
Xiao Lie unleashed a powerful sword strike, forcing the Qin soldiers in front to hastily dodge.
Taking advantage of the situation, Afu unleashed a "Sweeping Strike," his sword whistling as he cut down several enemies.
The spears in Shi Zi and Xiao Man's hands were imposing and powerful.
Shi Zi was agile and wielded his spear like a dragon emerging from the sea. Every thrust was swift, accurate, and ruthless, and wherever the spear tip pointed, a Qin soldier would scream and fall to the ground.
Although Xiaoman is petite, her marksmanship is just as sharp as Shizi's.
Her spear flashed, transforming into a silver light curtain in front of her.
She held off the Qin soldiers attacking from the flank, then thrust forward, the tip of her spear piercing the chest of a Qin soldier, blood splattering onto her resolute face.
Unbeknownst to them, at the very rear of the Qin army's formation, the leader of this campaign was none other than Zhao Hai, the eldest prince of Qin.
Two men and two women stood respectfully on his left and right sides; all four were top-tier experts in the Shadow Organization.
The two men were as burly as mountains, with faces as if carved by a knife and axe, slanted eyebrows, and deep, cold eyes that exuded a chilling aura.
Their tightly pursed lips and unsmiling expressions seemed to freeze the surrounding air.
The two women, with their graceful figures, exuded a formidable air of heroism.
Their brows and eyes carried a hint of coldness, their gazes like frost in winter, seemingly capable of freezing everything they saw instantly.
They had serious expressions, taut facial features, and exuded a cold and intimidating aura.
These four are Mo You, ranked second in the Heavenly Rank; Lan Li, ranked third in the Heavenly Rank; Zi Yan, ranked fourth in the Heavenly Rank; and Cheng Shuang, ranked sixth in the Heavenly Rank.
They were all experts at the Great Yuan Realm, and were specially dispatched to protect the eldest prince, Zhao Hai.
Zhao Hai, with his keen eyes, observed the situation on the battlefield and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "I never expected that the Ling Kingdom would have such an exquisite sword formation, with such remarkable power."
He turned to look at Lan Li beside him, pointed to Xiao Lie who was fighting fiercely with the Qin army on the battlefield, and asked, "Ah Li, if you were to face the sword formation set up by the four of them by yourself, would you be confident in dealing with it?"
Lan Li's expression remained cold, as if she was completely oblivious to the Crown Prince Zhao Hai's teasing.
She uttered a single word calmly: "One move."
Zhao Hai was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "One move? You mean those four couldn't even withstand one move from you?"
Lan Li did not respond, but stared intently at Xiao Lie, who was fighting on the battlefield.
Feeling bored, Zhao Hai turned his gaze to Cheng Shuang on the other side and teased, "Shuang'er, what about you? Do you think you can withstand that person's attack?"
Cheng Shuang and Lan Li have completely different personalities.
If Lan Li is cold and serious, then Cheng Shuang is gentle as water and understanding.
She looked at the eldest prince Zhao Hai with a smile and asked in return, "Your Highness, do you think Cheng Shuang can escape from him?"
Zhao Hai felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing Cheng Shuang's sweet, coquettish tone.
He knew all too well that this seemingly gentle woman was actually ruthless and feared by all.
So he quickly turned his head away, not daring to get entangled with her any longer.
At this moment, King Ling stood tall and straight, holding a precious sword called Lingxiao tightly in his hand, the blade shimmering with a faint purple light.
Like the most dazzling star in the night sky, it exudes a breathtaking power.
He moved nimbly through the Qin army, each swing of his sword accompanied by the cries of Qin soldiers as they fell to the ground.
Like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, the Qin army suffered heavy casualties, and no one could withstand their sharp edge.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Hai suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed intently on the invincible Spirit King on the battlefield, and gritted his teeth as he spat out a name.
"Liu Lingzhen!"
He then turned to a man beside him dressed in black robes with a cold expression, his tone full of unquestionable authority.
"Mo You, Liu Lingzhen has appeared! Go there immediately and defeat her!"
Once this man falls, Nanyang City will be like a tree without roots, collapsing without a fight!
Upon hearing this, Mo You's expression became extremely solemn, knowing that Liu Lingzhen's strength was extraordinary.
But faced with the prince's order, he could only nod in agreement.
His figure then transformed into a black shadow, moving with lightning speed, rushing towards the Spirit King in the center of the battlefield. A faint aura of the netherworld surrounded him, sending chills down one's spine.
Lan Li and the other two stood like three majestic mountains, unmoved.
Their eyes revealed absolute trust in Mo You as they watched the battle unfold.
Zhao Hai watched as Mo You and the others rushed towards the battlefield like arrows released from a bow, pondering to himself.
"Hmph, Liu Lingzhen, this time I will definitely lay a trap to capture you."
Let the Ling Kingdom become Qin's possession!
"Nanyang City, and indeed the entire Ling Kingdom, will submit to the iron hooves of my Great Qin!"
His eyes gleamed with ambition, as if he could already foresee the dawn of victory.
After repelling the surging Qin army, King Ling stood proudly on the battlefield.
He was surrounded by a faint purple sword aura, like an unyielding war god, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.
His gaze was as cold as ice as he scanned the surroundings before finally settling on the arriving Mo You.
The arrival of Mo Youtian, the second-ranked top expert, made this battle even more captivating.
Mo You gripped the Mo You Sword tightly in his hand. The sword was as black as an abyss, seemingly capable of devouring all light, and exuded a chilling aura that made one's heart tremble.
His deep, powerful voice echoed across the battlefield.
"The Spirit King Liu Lingzhen truly lives up to his reputation."
Lingwang Liu Lingzhen looked at Mo You, her brows furrowing slightly.
He then said coldly, "Mo You, ranked second in the Heavenly Rank, I didn't expect it to be you. This is truly beyond my expectations."
Mo You's lips curled into a cold smile.
"I've heard that the Spirit King is now at the peak of the Great Yuan Realm. I, Mo You, am quite eager to test him and see just how powerful he truly is."
"Mo You, I am never afraid of battle. If you have the guts, then come at me!"
The Spirit King's voice was cold and firm, revealing his domineering presence and determination as the God of War.
As soon as the Spirit King finished speaking, Mo You moved swiftly, rushing towards the Spirit King like a ghost.
The Spirit King reacted extremely quickly. The Lingxiao Sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the tip of the sword instantly pointed at Mo You, with a sharp sword intent rushing towards him.
Mo You's speed increased instead of decreasing, and he instantly became entangled with the Spirit King.
The two figures moved swiftly across the battlefield, like two bolts of lightning, dazzling the eye.
The Lingxiao Sword and the Youming Sword clashed repeatedly in the air, producing a deafening roar.
Purple sword energy intertwined with black nether energy, forming dazzling yet eerie beams of light that enveloped the entire battlefield.
The battle between the two was extremely fierce, and each clash seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart.
The surrounding air became extremely violent due to the clash of their sword energies, with flying sand and stones obscuring the sky and the sun.