Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 506 - 439 Winged Fire Serpent+ - 440 Circumstances Create Heroes_2

Chapter 506: Chapter 439 Winged Fire Serpent+Chapter 440 Circumstances Create Heroes_2

Sun Yang’s face momentarily showed bewilderment, his eyes filled with despair.

He simply had no way to block this slash, the enemy’s mastery of light and heavy, hard and soft was so perfect that it changed with the flow and with the heart.

In comparison, his own much-prided Black Tortoise Star Fiend Axe Technique, in front of this sword light, seemed like an old, decrepit ox pulling a cart, awkward enough to make one want to cry.

He doubted that even if the enemy struck a hundred slashes, his own axe might not block even one.

A massive head, with hair like disheveled grass, soared into the sky.

Sun Yang’s robust body was still seated on the horse, the two axes crossed in front of him, but at his neck, a column of blood surged.

"General..."

"General Sun."

Cries and shouts of alarm came from the rear.

The white horse, however, did not stop for a moment, tracing a slanted arc, charging into the army behind.

Two riders followed, one swinging a sword, and the other brandishing a spear.

Forming a triangle, they charged directly toward the opposing battle formation.

"Set spears!"

"Hold them back, they’re outnumbered."

"Revenge for the General..."

Sun Yang was also skilled in leading troops, and had quite a few talents under him.

Even after the main general had fallen, the army’s morale was relatively stable.

Five thousand soldiers, all ready for battle, the front row of soldiers inserted their spear shafts into the ground, bodies half bent, pressing on the shafts, erecting a forest of steel.

Change happened in the blink of an eye.

Further back, swordsmen stepped forward with swords at the ready, poised to strike.

The archers had already raised their bows, aiming...

"It’s useless."

A hint of pity flashed in Zhou Ping’an’s eyes, then returned to indifference.

The tri-edged double-sided sword in his hand whirled nimbly, drawing a semi-circle around him; as the war horse charged, he slashed out a swath of clear waves of Pinghu.

The sword light stretched for dozens of yards, cleanly slicing through, cutting more than ten yards deep.

The first three rows of the huge battle formation suddenly had a gaping hole.

Shadows were thrown into the air, bodies split apart.

Blood surged like waves.

For ordinary soldiers, blocking a peerless martial champion was simply impossible in this world, this era.

Once such a situation arose, it would become very cruel.

But on the battlefield, what isn’t cruel?

Following Zhou Ping’an’s slash through the formation and deep into its core,

Yu Changlie and Wu Junsong, each wielding their weapons, Qi Force crisscrossing.

The two thousand cavalry behind them only needed to slice through the enemy like chopping vegetables.

The battle had barely lasted ten breaths.

The five thousand soldiers of Yunjin Ferry had already completely collapsed.

A wail of cries and screams arose, spreading like a plague in all directions.

These men, wishing they had been born with more legs by their parents, ran frantically in all directions, often colliding with one another, trampled into mire by horse hooves.

"Kneel and surrender, and you will not be killed..."

Zhou Ping’an issued an order.

Voices urging surrender resounded all around.

He didn’t linger, nor did he indulge in further slaughter; he simply spurred his horse forward, passing through the vast army formation to the open plain beyond.

Three thousand Iron Cavalry charged at a slant.

The foremost general had a ruddy complexion, his eyebrows like swords, wearing a bright silver armor with blood patterns, with a black cape tied behind his neck fluttering in the wind.

This general swung his spear, his eyes flashing with a crimson, fierce flame, man and horse seemingly ablaze with roaring firelight.

Not only him but also the three thousand riders behind him lit up with a blood-red flame, the flames undulating like waves, as if breathing, absorbing, gathering strength.

"The Qiu brothers practice the Southern Star Evil Winged Fire Serpent, their marksmanship is tricky and venomous, and every one of the Imperial Army’s soldiers is brave and strong, capable of lending great support, my lord must not underestimate the enemy..."

Yu Changlie’s voice came from afar.

A reminder passed by sound transmission.

He had fought a battle with Qiu Huaijie and had not only failed to gain the upper hand but was even forced to flee in disarray.

He was well aware of the peculiarity of the opponent’s spear technique.

"Winged Fire Serpent, huh?"

Zhou Ping’an chuckled lightly.

The world of martial arts was extremely prosperous, with countless secret techniques emerging one after another.

And each had its own characteristics.

Being able to witness various exotic and strange combat techniques was certainly useful for enhancing one’s foundation and reaching higher levels.

However, with the battle lines clashing and the enemy being resolute fighters, to reduce casualties among the cavalry, he couldn’t hold back.

With that in mind,

Zhou Ping’an decided to grant a dignified end to this vanguard of the Imperial Court’s Army.

Across the way, Qiu Huaijie either had immense confidence in himself or was used to acting forcefully, his gaze arrogant, brandishing his spear and roaring, "You dare rebel, you’re seeking death; come and meet your end."

His spear danced, essence and energy transforming into countless serpents, with blood flame condensing at the spear tip, evil Qi stabbing like needles, sweeping over the sky.

It was impossible to see where his spear was located or find his main direction of attack.

Feeling the thousands of serpents, turning into red glowing threads, pricking in front of him, Zhou Ping’an coldly laughed, too lazy to exchange words or block.

He simply lifted his long sword, gathering endless aquatic light, and with a thunderous chop, he brought it down.

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Chapter 440: Times Make the Hero

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’Boundless Ocean.’

Zhou Ping’an, facing the specks of spear light, lifted his sword to the sky and thunderously brought it down.

This slash gathered all his muscles and Bones Qi, pooled the Sword Mastery of Canghai, and fused the Invincible Martial Intent.

One man was like a thousand troops.

The vast sword light cleaved down.

Before the blade fell, the Sword Qi had already torn through the emptiness, dispersing clouds and Qi, roaring and slashing through.

The myriad of spear blossoms from Qiu Huaijie were cut through by this slash.

Not even a splatter of water was raised.

Instantly extinguished.

The blood jade steel-made Gold-Touch Spear, the Bright Armor, the Lion Horse.

Under this one slash, crumbled like gravel.

Sword Light first cut through the long spear, then broke through the heavy armor, Sword Qi sweeping wildly, with a whoosh, bursting forth.