Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 461 - 410 River Stops Flowing, Longmu Divine Weapon

Chapter 461: Chapter 410 River Stops Flowing, Longmu Divine Weapon

"Actually, you don’t have to go to Qingyang City; you can still eat rice in East Mountain."

Zhou Ping’an paused for a moment and smiled, "The mountain road is difficult to traverse, but I do know some routes and can lend a hand.

Old man, find a few hearty and nimble fellows to cross the mountains ahead of time to deliver this message. If they encounter troops or guards from Dongshan City, just show them this token, and they will send troops to escort you all across the mountain."

As he spoke, Zhou Ping’an took off the Red Jade Pendant from his waist and handed it over.

The old man, half-doubtful, took the pendant and felt its warmth to the touch. Upon closer inspection, he saw a winged flying tiger carved on the jade, majestic to the extreme. It almost seemed like the tiger pattern was about to come alive.

"Thank you, young master, may I ask..."

The old man had just shifted his gaze from the pendant and was about to inquire the young master’s full name when he looked up and saw no one there anymore. He turned his head around and couldn’t find where the man had gone anywhere.

"A god."

The old man’s knees weakened, and he fell to the ground.

The people behind him also knelt down all at once.

"Why do I feel that wasn’t a god?"

A voice next to him asked doubtfully.

The old man’s face turned pale with fright, and he scolded, "Tiemu, what nonsense are you talking?"

"A’weng, that man wore green clothes, carried a long saber, a red large bow on his back, tall and majestic. Don’t you think he resembles someone in the legends?"

"You... are you talking about General Ping’an?"

The old man snapped out of it somewhat and, turning his head to think, realized it was true.

"That’s him, indeed, A’weng. I heard High General is in Pinghu, having killed the Red Lotus Bandit and obtained a golden red large bow. That bow is very long, almost as tall as an ordinary person. You just didn’t notice it before, but that bow is beautiful..."

While speaking, the dark-faced youth took out the old hunting bow he was carrying and felt somewhat disdainful.

When compared to others, desperation ensues; when compared to bows, they should be discarded.

But he couldn’t discard it yet as he still needed this hunting bow to hunt small beasts and supplement his family’s income.

"It really might be him. We are saved, Tiemu, Big Pillar, get a few who are used to trekking over the mountains to be careful crossing Great Eastern Mountain and go to the city to ask for rescue troops."

He suddenly became spirited.

"The one just now, General Ping’an, did say he would send someone to escort us over the mountains. Not only us few hundred people are saved, but also those villagers behind us are all saved."

As he spoke, tears started to seep from the corners of the old man’s eyes. It hadn’t been easy fleeing all this way; if someone fell behind, they would be immediately captured by the Demonic Barbarians following behind and, without question, taken to be used as dried meat for army rations, or perhaps, fed to Demon Beasts...

"The Demonic Barbarians are coming, let’s hurry..."

Distant cries faintly reached them.

Panic screams merged into one, sounding like a sudden flood breaking out in the night, entering the ears with the wind, causing palpitations.

"Let’s go, hurry, first get into the mountain to hide, then have someone cross the mountain ahead of time."

The old man’s mind was still very clear.

He knew these Demonic Barbarians wouldn’t stray too far from the river; as long as they entered the mountains, they wouldn’t pursue determinedly.

After all, for the Demonic Barbarians, it was just a hunt.

Too troublesome, they might just give up.

Buzz...

Amidst the tide-like cries.

Suddenly, everyone heard a thunderous buzzing in their ears.

Up ahead, the Demonic Barbarians wielding weapons and faces lined with patterns were suddenly knocked down like waves hitting them, dropping in swathes, blood mist splattering everywhere, lifting a faint red cloud at a glance.

Plop plop plop...

Arrows rained down like water.

Once they hit a person, they would immediately burst open.

Demonic Barbarians exploded into a sky full of blood rain.

These blood-colored water fragments still had tremendous penetrating power; once hitting a human body, another hole would result.

Upon a high slope, a man dressed in green was fierce.

He was drawing a golden red large bow, shooting out streams of blood-like light.

About three hundred Demonic Barbarians were chasing at the front.

Hit by this barrage of arrows, within just a few breaths, over a hundred fell.

A few fierce Demonic Barbarians, riding wolf beasts and mountain goats, turned and hurried away.

Before they had run ten steps, they too were named and shot dead by the blood flame arrow light.

"General Ping’an, General Ping’an has come to save us."

The old man felt a wave of indescribable emotions surging in his chest. His blood, silent for decades, was suddenly stirred at this moment. With tears streaming down his face, he burst into laughter and roared loudly, "Well killed!"

With this hoarse roar, waves of shouts surged around them.

Compared to their earlier fleeing, although their appearance remained the same, their spirits were now different.

Many times, what they lacked was actually a leader.

Zhou Ping’an, facing the small troop of Demonic Barbarians, had followed them back, killing until the blood flowed into rivers.

He had hidden tens of thousands of sharp arrows in space and was not worried about running out.

Fighting these small soldiers, he didn’t bother to chop them down one by one.

Using distant arrow rain, especially the Blast Arrow Rain, was most effective.

Gang Qi gathered at the arrow’s head, exploding on contact, with blood rain carrying True Energy, inflicting secondary injuries.

One arrow could sweep across a large area.

Whether it was elite troops or mounts, as long as they entered his range of arrow rain, they basically had no chance of survival.

"Coming so swiftly; no wonder these civilians were rushing towards the mountains recklessly. It was indeed not feasible to follow the river downstream. Even if they ran faster than the boats, they wouldn’t have the stamina and would sooner or later be overtaken or even surpassed; there was no escape."

From afar, in the middle of the river, connected in a line, dozens, hundreds of large and small brown-yellow wooden boats were going downstream.

The boats were filled with Totem Warriors.

In the river, there were countless small whirlpools and ripples.

Covering several miles of the river surface, a rough estimate was definitely not less than

Every now and then, a fin would emerge, along with the occasional leap of shrimp, crabs, snake eels, and other Fish Monsters, baring their ferocious, sharp teeth, causing a sight that chilled one’s heart.

"Indeed, there are tens of thousands of Southern Marsh warriors; it’s a full mobilization."

"The number of Water Demons is even greater; I guess every Quasi-Demon Beast with a hint of spiritual intelligence has also been driven here, good strategy."

Although he had already received the news, seeing it with his own eyes, Zhou Ping’an couldn’t help but frown secretly.

Why do these warriors from the Southern Marsh’s Thousand Pools, instead of living in those marshy mountains, insist on invading the Central Plains? What exactly is the reason behind this?

It is said that the Southern Marsh Water Demons and the Mountain Fortress Totem Warriors are mortal enemies.

Killing beasts for their blood and souls, drawing patterns to increase strength, this is the daily routine of the various fortresses of the Southern Marsh.

And devouring living beings, attacking fortress names, always threatening the mountain fortresses, this is the daily routine for these aquatic creatures...

Despite being eternal adversaries, coexisting in disharmony, and often fighting viciously, the two forces somehow closely united and invaded together, which was rather puzzling.

This wasn’t the time to consider the opponent’s intentions.

Zhou Ping’an put away the longbow in his hand, slung it on his back, reached out to draw his long sword, his figure slightly flickered, and he moved to the riverside.

A pale blue sword light exploded.

The bodies of the willow trees by the river had already been cut into dozens of long wooden planks.

Gang Qi circulated around Zhou Ping’an, his wide sleeves lightly swept.

Boom...

The dozen long planks turned into off-string forceful arrows.

With a "whoosh," they had already shot into the surface of the river.

From the shore to the heart of the river, nearly a hundred feet, the river was extremely wide and the water surged fiercely; Zhou Ping’an, impatient to fight his way over, only needed to sense the direction of the strong aura to know exactly where the leader of this great army was.

The wooden pieces were still midair.

Zhou Ping’an had already let out a clear whistle, both man and blade merged into a pale blue shadow, his tiptoes lightly touched, and the wooden pieces that had not yet fallen into the river had already exploded.

His figure entered the ripples of the air and surged forward dozens of feet again.

"Break the wood!"

A loud shout suddenly erupted from the middle of the three-story ship in the fleet.

Dozens of streamers, booming, hit the wooden pieces still flying midair, about to fall into the water.

Snap, snap...

A dozen wooden pieces exploded simultaneously.

Before the people on the ship could catch their breath, a blue shadow shifted in the midair, soaring like a crane into the sky, fluttering down like feathers. At that moment, the surrounding air distorted, the violent wind turned into a huge vortex, converging towards the blue shadow in midair, faintly forming a funnel shape.

A heavy oppressive force heavily bombarded the three-story ship.

Clouds in the midair and river waves simultaneously split toward both banks.

An extremely piercing Sword Intent had already deeply stabbed into the hearts of hundreds of people.

"Ba Longmu, take my slash."

Zhou Ping’an exhaled as he spoke.

The sword light extended over thirty feet, thunderously slashing down.

Wind stirred, clouds moved, water waves parted.

Before the Sword Qi struck, the giant ship had already begun creaking loudly.

A streak of bloodlight appeared.

Boom...

The ship along with the river surface split simultaneously.

Dozens of fierce Totem Warriors, standing densely packed in the middle section, hadn’t even made a sound before being split into two halves by the sword light.

For a moment, the river water stopped flowing.

The waves rolled backward.

Both halves of the ship capsized and collapsed, emitting a loud noise, and in the heart of the river, a long transverse canal had appeared, leading straight to the riverbed’s muddy water grasses...

"I actually blocked my ’Sea-Splitting Sword.’"

Zhou Ping’an was also secretly surprised.

How strong was his own slash? Wasn’t he aware of it?

It was a killing move derived from the ’True Kunpeng Form Diagram.’

Illogically splitting in two, cutting Divine Will, cutting flesh, cutting everything tangible and intangible.

Locking onto Ba Longmu’s aura with one slash, he thought that as long as the opponent wasn’t an adept of True Martial, no matter what means were used, they would have to suffer greatly.

However, as soon as the slash was delivered, just when the Longmu Camp Master was about to be split in two, that Serpent Staff emitted a strange, soft force, its mouth engulfing and actually biting off a chunk of his own Sword Light.

Only at the cost of the Serpent Staff breaking.

"My Wood Dragon Staff!"

A rotund, bearded middle-aged brawny man with several braids tied behind his head suddenly roared in pain, his blood light shooting towards the sky...

On his chest, a giant blood-red python head, as if it had come to life, also stretched out its head, looking up and hissing sharply.

In this man’s hands, each held half of the staff; the right hand held the snakehead, and the left hand the snake body and tail.

All were crazily twisting, struggling, howling in pain.

Just as the slash fell.

Extremely strong and oppressive.

Ba Longmu, as one of the three strongest leaders of the Southern Marsh’s Thousand Pools, considered himself a hero of the world, unafraid to face anyone—not just Zhou Ping’an, who had recently risen and gained a little fame. Even if the Imperial Court’s army or the Eight Pillar Kingdom and Four Court Pillars personally came, he would dare to give them a fight.

And the result?

He barely blocked one move, and broke his thousand-year-old, treasured Fortress Guardian Deity Weapon, the Wood Dragon Staff.

Impossible?

Although he could hardly believe it in his heart.

But the reality before Ba Longmu told him.

Those who come bearing ill will, mean no good.

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