Chapter 65 Murder Night
Although Fusu is good at martial arts, Tianxuan believes that his martial arts skills can only be used to strengthen his body. It is impossible for him to play a greater role.

The sound of the Qin prince's drumming was subtle, and only affected an area of ​​several dozen feet. However, for the Qin soldiers who were fighting bloody battles, the sound of the prince's drumming was comparable to the thunder that exploded in the sky, and it was truly deafening.

"Is the eldest son beating the drum of war for us?"

"Brothers, kill!"

"Kill all these Zhao people!"

……

Fusu personally beat the drum to cheer, which greatly boosted the morale of the Qin army. The exhausted Qin soldiers felt a surge of new strength in their bodies, igniting an unparalleled fighting spirit. Swords and knives were drawn, spears and halberds were dancing wildly. If the Zhao soldiers who launched this attack with the determination to die were a wave, then the Qin soldiers who were cheered by the eldest son Fusu were the whistling cold wind.

Although the waves are swift, they are still torn apart by the cold wind, turning into endless mottled water droplets and merging into the vast heaven and earth.

This patchwork Zhao army included middle-aged men in their 40s and 50s, as well as teenagers who were probably not even 15 years old. Under the command of Meng Tian, ​​the Qin army, which had the upper hand, left only about 3,000 soldiers around Zhengge's tent to protect the safety of Zhengge, Zhao Ji, Li Ji and others.

The other tens of thousands of soldiers turned into the extreme north cold wind passed down by Tianxuan in his previous life. Under the battle flag that embodied the last backbone of the Zhao people, Zhao men kept falling down, and crystal clear blood flew into the air, smearing on the tattered battle flag.

However, even in a life-or-death situation, the people of Zhao still fought to the death, and not a single one of them begged for mercy. Facing a powerful enemy, they waved their weapons in vain, and even if they were to die, they would tear off a piece of the enemy's flesh.

"No wonder people all over the world say that Yan and Zhao are full of generous and tragic people!"

Tianxuan was reluctant to join the battle, as he was told that this Zhao army was probably just a cover-up, and the real attack by the Zhao army had not yet been launched. When Fusu, under his hint, beat the war drum as the eldest son of Qin, Tianxuan silently drew out the Crescent Blade, holding the precious sword that was almost as tall as himself, and stood in front of Fusu.

Most of his attention was focused on the king's tent where Zheng Ge was hiding, and a little of his attention fell on the battlefield that was about to be settled. Seeing the Zhao people fighting to the death and refusing to surrender, a trace of admiration rose in his heart, and he commented.

boom!
Before Tianxuan finished speaking, something unexpected happened.

A beam of light as clear as snow and as powerful as lightning suddenly appeared, and shot towards the weak point of the 3,000 Qin soldiers surrounding the royal tent at a speed faster than lightning or a meteor.

"what!"

The light and shadow carried a profound skill, showing the might of beheading generals and destroying armies. Wherever it reached, dozens of Qin soldiers who were unable to dodge were pierced through the chest, and screamed in unison. Along with it, dazzling blood flowers gushed out from the blood holes one after another.

call out!call out!call out!
Dozens or nearly a hundred dark figures suddenly appeared in the night sky.

At this time, the main force of the Qin army was restrained by the Zhao army. Even if the outcome was decided, it would not be easy to mobilize quickly to support the king's tent. Therefore, these black-clad men who appeared in the night sky like night owls only had to face the three thousand armored soldiers besides Zheng Ge's personal guards. Swish!
Seeing dozens of figures swooping down like eagles with their wings spread, Tianxuan, who had guessed that this would happen, had a look of understanding in his eyes. His gentle gaze swept across the vast night sky.

Clang!
Driven by the innate energy, the crescent moon blade condensed the moonlight of the sky into a bright blade light, and a sharp blade aura of more than ten feet long appeared. The handle of the blade aura, which seemed like a real precious sword, was the crescent moon blade in Tianxuan's hand. The precious sword whistled and slashed down, engulfing the four men in black who had just landed on the surface.

puff!

The fifth of the ten bloody battle styles, victory in one battle!
Four knights in the late Kaiyuan realm, who enjoyed a high reputation in the Zhao martial arts world, died under the Tianxuan Sword without even having the chance to utter a scream, and turned into bloody mist.

Bang!
At this moment, the light stopped and turned into a spear with a seven-foot-long spear tip and a short-sword-like silver spear. It pierced into a huge rock outside the king's tent that was used to hold down the tent. The spear was three inches deep in the rock, and the moment it stopped, it was still trembling.

Dozens of Zhao knights, all dressed in black and hiding their tracks in the cover of night, silently launched an attack on the 3,000 Qin soldiers who were suddenly attacked but remained calm.

puff!puff!puff!
The whistling of the well-forged divine weapons, the exquisite moves, were fully utilized under the premise that the human wave tactics could not be used. The sound of sharp blades entering the body was heard everywhere, and the Qin army soldiers were either beheaded or pierced through the heart.

boom! boom! boom!
The knights armed with heavy weapons such as hammers and axes were not to be outdone. They used the tremendous force of each weapon to beat the Qin soldiers who blocked their way, causing their brains to burst and bones to break.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
A ranger with bare hands will choose to crush his opponent with his powerful skills. Once a heavy punch or palm strike hits the enemy, it will surely take his life.

……

Two thousand Zhao warriors were sacrificed, but these knights of Zhao relied on their profound martial arts and cooperated with each other. They were like an arrow that could break through the army formation and approach the king's tent.

Tianxuan held the hilt of the Crescent Blade tightly in his right hand, looking at the Zhao assassins who were charging into the chaos. Each of them had a cultivation level that was not lower than the Kaiyuan Realm, and they could all be called "masters" in the martial arts world. Although the Qin army was caught off guard, as the strongest army of this era, each of them knew that behind them was the king of the Qin Dynasty. Facing a powerful enemy, they fought to the death.

After the initial panic, the Qin army began to show strong discipline and wanted to annihilate the enemy with its numerical advantage. These assassins who were obviously from Zhao also understood this truth. If they were to engage in a protracted war, they would not be able to compete with the powerful Qin army.

Therefore, the group of men in black rushed towards the king's tent several feet away while paying attention to the scattered battlefield, intending to use their high martial arts to divide the Qin army soldiers who outnumbered them by dozens of times. Among them, three figures attracted Tianxuan's attention the most:

The first one was a young man with an arrogant look and handsome face, who snatched a spear from the hands of a Qin soldier, and the spear flowers rustled like blooming flowers; the second one was a woman with a charming face and a cold temperament, holding a sword with a blade as clear as water, and the sword energy was as cold as snow; the third one was a man with a short beard as fine as steel needles under his chin, holding a sword with a broken blade. Although the sword was broken, its power should not be underestimated, and it cut off all the iron spears, spears, and swords.

[The sky, the flying snow, the broken sword! ]

Although it was their first meeting, Tianxuan was no longer a rookie. These three names, which were well-known in the Zhao martial arts world, came to his mind.

(End of this chapter)