Chapter 671: Berserk Thunder Saber Technique, Divine Martial Archer 3

Chapter 671: Chapter 276: Berserk Thunder Saber Technique, Divine Martial Archer 3

What does this have to do with the Dharma Aspect Sect and the Pure Land Sect?

Winning may not be delightful, but losing would spell disaster.

Most of the time, we should just go with the flow.

Indeed, just keeping them occupied will suffice.

Therefore, Han Xiaoru assigning these two to me is indeed considerate.

“As for that old tree from the Celestial Witchcraft Sect…”

Han Xiaoru pondered for a moment, her gaze turning towards Weifu Bo.

“Me, me, I can handle that old wood.” The Little Fox finally wriggled free from Han Xiaoru’s grasp, stuck out its tongue, spat twice, and quickly raised its hand to volunteer for the battle.

Han Xiaoru’s eyes lit up.

Indeed, that old tree’s life force is stubborn, and its defense is extremely strong; even enduring a Mid-Stage Divine Martial Realm attack, it could withstand for a day and a half.

There really wasn’t anyone particularly suitable to deal with it.

However, regarding such obstinately foolish tree-demons, their intelligence wouldn’t be too formidable.

Sending the Little Fox’s “Mirror Flower Water Moon” Illusion Technique to handle it is quite apt.

“Let Aunt Qingg oversee the situation, to prevent any unforeseen events.”

After a moment of thought, Han Xiaoru cupped her hands and said.

Finding her soul part restored, Weifu Bo, who hadn’t felt such lighter spirits for over a decade, watched Han Xiaoru issuing orders with a constant smile, readily agreeing, “Don’t worry, Xiaoru, I can’t let any harm come to you, or Xiaoqi will blame me to death.”

What sort of talk is that?

Han Xiaoru blushed deeply, waved her hand, and boldly said.

“All units prepare for battle, ready to charge.”

The wind and snow outside intensified.

Yet it couldn’t dampen the Great Yu Army’s fiery spirit.

They knew this time was completely different from before.

The entire army was advancing, piercing through the two Seven States and Forty-Five Prefectures, progressing directly to Dragon City, with their forces pointed straight at Bosufang.

It could be said that if we won this battle, most of the lost territory would be regained, and the situation greatly improved.

The whole land would essentially be stabilized.

Therefore, it would not be wrong to consider this battle as a decisive one.

…

“Kill…”

Han Xiaoru was not one to sit back in command of the rear and lead from there.

Though as the Main General, she led the troops in the front, displaying unmatched valor as she broke through the enemy lines.

With a slight sway of the Three-Pointed Double-Bladed Saber, twenty thousand Primordial Cavalry simultaneously urged their Dragon Horses forward, their bodies emanating vast swaths of silver-white light, intermittently flashing with black and gold rays.

Buzz…

Qi and blood resonated, forming a continuous echo, converging on Han Xiaoru’s Three-Pointed Double-Bladed Saber, her body initially emanating a three-foot tall golden-red blaze, giving birth to inexhaustible thunderous electric patterns, the long saber slashing out, producing a hundred-zhang saber light that cleaved through wind and snow, slashing out like a rolling thunder.

The saber light split Yin and Yang, reversed Heaven and Earth, with countless starlights aiding its path in the mid-air, charging forward thunderously.

Seemingly wanting to split this wilderness into two pieces.

“Block it…”

The overwhelming Beizhou cavalry surging like a tide from the opposite side saw this majestic saber light, their formation slightly trembling, with hints of chaos appearing.

As both sides neared, the leading burly officer in black armor from the opposition, red light shooting three feet from his eyes, ordered with a loud roar while simultaneously drawing a giant bow taller than a person from his back.

Creak…

With the thrumming of the bowstring.

The snowstorm around collapsed upon the arrowhead, condensing into a long light dragon; the moment it left the string, it stirred up a tempest of wind blades, transforming into a hundred-zhang long wind dragon.

The arrow light collided with the saber light.

Both forces’ formations hesitated, as though all sounds vanished from between Heaven and Earth, the ripples turned into a surge raging in all directions.

The ground sank three feet silently, within a three-hundred-zhang radius, everything turned to dust.

“Sandalwood Platform Mirror, such good Arrow Technique, let’s see how many more arrows you can shoot?”

Han Xiaoru roared towards the sky, the momentum of her blade intensified, twenty thousand Primordial Cavalry moved as one, their bodies ignited with starlight brilliance, transforming into pressing waves of blades, abruptly crossing several miles, slashing forward.

The wind dragon arrow light fired only three arrows, bringing a drastic change to Sandalwood Platform Mirror’s countenance.

As the Main General of Beizhou’s southern expedition, he indeed didn’t wish to resort to such crude battle methods.

What kind of general charges directly, ignoring all strategies, engaging in frontal combat, resulting in large-scale soldier casualties?

Besides, as a Divine Martial Realm Venerable, engaging in life and death struggles, such tactics felt beneath his dignity.

Yet he couldn’t afford not to fight.

The countless prior encounters taught him that the female general before him, though appearing reckless, was undeniably bold and fearless. Still, when fighting, her seemingly random troop deployments struck straight at weak points, as if she possessed Foreknowledge.

Such battlefield acumen frustrated Sandalwood Platform Mirror to the point of spatting blood.

Her senses were a hundred times keener than a dog’s.

Even more ridiculous.

He realized that even as a Divine Martial Realm archer, capable of standing alone against a myriad of foes.

In true combat, he unexpectedly felt somewhat overwhelmed.

After merely a dozen exchanges, he could barely hold on.

The opposing female general, striking with full force on every move, grew fiercer with each battle, with her slashes as hefty as a collapsing mountain range. Though her moves might not have seemed overtly mystical, they possessed a semblance of grand mastery in simplicity, making them hard to evade.

“Thunder…”

As Sandalwood Platform Mirror fought while retreating, hundreds of cavalry behind him started to emit layers of black smoke, suicidal in their charge to block the blade front, yet succumbing to the force, disintegrating into shattered remnants, while blood mist drifted with the wind.

Nonetheless, it bought Sandalwood Platform Mirror some fleeting moments.

He took a deep breath.

His armor began to shatter, his blood spewing out like thousands of fountains from his pores, his face as red as a blazing fire, with his eyebrows and beard seemingly set ablaze.

Pulled the bow, released the string, and the arrow flew like a meteor in one fluid motion.

Bang…

Amidst the storm of wind blade and arrow light, a point of electric glare seeped out suddenly, with a thunderous explosion, that arrow light seemed to vanish completely into the air.

In the sky, only a huge ring of white streaks of light faster than sound could be seen, already aiming at her throat.

Where the arrow light reached

Han Xiaoru’s throat already bore a deep, sharp concave wound.

She raised her elegant brows high, her eyes reflecting not fear but purely excitement.

‘Ready to fight to the death?’

Good.

Over these past days.

The opponent’s Divine Martial Realm archer, indeed, caused her quite a bit of trouble.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t withstand the divine arrows.

But this guy kept attacking and escaping, perpetually evading capture.

And those like ant-like black cavalry, would continually sacrifice themselves, kill a hundred and a thousand more would come, kill a thousand and ten thousand more would come.

The blood at her feet streaming across the fields was to no avail, the enemy’s forces seemed inexhaustible, continuously sending troops to the battlefield to die.

The more casualties, the stronger the opposing troops became.

Once Sandalwood Platform Mirror had rested enough, he would again intercept her.

Fighting round and round, even Han Xiaoru was getting a little fed up.

“Control Thunder.”

Han Xiaoru commanded sharply, surrounding herself with electric arcs.

Purple light spread in all directions like water.

The lengthy arrow light, plunged into the Purple Thunder, struggled like a fish out of water, helplessly unable to advance.

With a flick of her saber light, it instantly exploded into fragments.

A trickle of fresh blood seeped from the corner of Han Xiaoru’s mouth; she was leveraging the not yet proficient Magic and Martial Arts Unity technique, doubling her attacking prowess.

After cleaving the arrow dragon with a slash, she transformed into a streak of purple light along with her horse, charging directly into the Beizhou cavalry formation.

Her Heart and Spirit firmly locked onto Sandalwood Platform Mirror, with her saber light cutting forward, amidst swirling blood mist, nothing could obstruct her.

The twenty thousand silver lights closely followed in her wake.

Beyond them, a hundred thousand cavalry charged like thunder.