Chapter 508: Consider It Is! (1/2)
Qilin Army was an elite army of the West Wind Kingdom, while the Ghost Dancer Corps was a well-known armed force in the divine continent. The destructive power of these two teams when fiercely clashed was astonis.h.i.+ng.
“Kill——” An elite of the Qilin army, clad in red armour and armed with a long spear, leapt down from the horse and thrust the sharp tip of the spear into the chest of a ghost faced warrior.
“Roar——”
Grabbing the spear that was inserted into his body, the ghost-faced warrior tightened his grip on the saber and held it high up, aiming at the head of the elite of the Qilin army.
Bang——
The head, along with the iron helmet, fell, rolled on the ground before it was trampled to pieces by the galloping herd of horses behind.
It was two teams with completely different combat styles.
The Qilin army was silent, orderly, and strictly obeyed orders.
They formed various combat formations under the leaders.h.i.+p of the military officer, keeping watch and defending one another.
They believed in more of the strength of a team. The thousands of people united and worked together to become a giant war beast that madly engulfs life.
The moment one person fell, the person behind him will immediately rush up to fill in for him.
They retreated and advanced together at the sound of the drum.
It was a complete militarised management, decisive and orderly.
On the other hand, the Ghost Dancer Corps was bizarre, crazy, and unafraid of death.
They were like a group of demons dancing wildly, howling and brandis.h.i.+ng their tremendous sabre around. It was as though fighting and killing had become instinctive.
They seemed to be separate individuals, but were inseparably closely linked. The moment one side was in difficulty there was a.s.sistance from all directions. Whenever a ghost-faced warrior was almost in danger, there was always another team darting over to the rescue from an unbelievable angle.
Every one of them was berserk in battle, but when someone was in distress, they were the brothers who have each other's back.
The Qilin army a.s.sumed a huge spear formation, and with the help of the incredible speed of the battle horse, the long spears in their hands were firmly inserted into the opponents' chest.
The Ghost Dancer Army was the attacker, the slaughterer.
They ignored the dense spear formation ahead, brought the saber in their hands high up in the air, and made a strange roar.
“Boom——”
They forcefully charged ahead.
Some were killed by a long spear, body skewered on the spear.
More people fiercely brandished their sabre left and right, fighting their way out.
Bang!
A ghost faced warrior lashed out with a kick that sent a soldier of the Qilin army flying, and at the same time, quickly slashed through the air with his sabre.
“Kacha——” The Qilin army soldier was severed into two in midair.
Blade qi!
These ghost-faced warriors were able to release blade qi with a casual slash.
Without contact, the blade had already severed the opponent into two halves.
More Qilin army soldiers rushed over, aiming their spear at the ghost-faced warrior who shot out blade qi, only for the ghost-faced warrior to bring his sabre down in a slash to block the attacks.
Kacha——
Several Qilin army elites were severed from across the waist.
Limbs destroyed, arms broken and head tumbled across the ground.
There were anguished howls like a h.e.l.l of the human world.
Song Lang's target was the White Feather General, the princess of the Peac.o.c.k imperial court, Ying Qiandu.
In his heart, he hated the woman who started a war without permission just because of her likes and dislikes. He did not take into consideration the dispute between the two countries and the safety of millions of people.
Rising high into the air, the long sword in his hand bloomed a blue-green brilliance.
Raging Wind Strike!
The sword, like the wind, struck again and again.
Cha——
Cha——
Cha——
In an instant thirty two swords were launched out.
Countless shadows rippled, sword qi moving unhindered.
The General White Feather, who maintained an attack stance on the battle horse, was completely enveloped by the shadows of the sword, as if on the verge of being crushed into minced flesh by the shadows.
General White Feather remained unmoved.
Knowing that there were countless sword shadows overhead, he still madly spurred her horse forward, killing two junior soldiers of the Qilin army in one swift slash.
“Ridiculous!” Song Lang was stimulated, but also worried.
Stimulation was the emotion that every martial artist should have in battle. Whether it was killing or being killed, in that split second of making a move there was a feeling of the body tensing up, blood racing, and heart leapt to the throat.
The worry was that the woman he was going to kill was Princess Qiandu of the Peac.o.c.k Imperial Court.
It was said that the current Peac.o.c.k King only has one precious daughter, and thus treated her as important as his life. If he were to kill her then the Peac.o.c.k King will most likely not forget about the matter. The two countries will have to fight to the death, right?
Others may be afraid of their Song family, but the Peac.o.c.k King was certainly not afraid of their Song family.
Countless sword lights struck the White Feather General, enveloping her body entirely.
Bang——
Meanwhile, a dazzling white light flashed.