With his longsword drawn, streams of sword energy surged forth. Xiao Ning wielded the Wudang standard longsword, which swayed in the cold wind like a brilliantly blooming flower.
The sky was filled with sword energy, each sword energy bringing with it a cloud of blood mist. Several Yuan soldiers at the forefront, along with their mounts, were instantly covered in blood.
"ah!"
A piercing scream echoed through the night sky, but unfortunately, the scream was very short-lived. "Thump, thump," the momentum caused the warhorse to fall to the ground, along with the Yuan soldiers on its back, who were already covered in blood. They all fell into a pool of blood, lifeless.
As soon as Xiao Ning made his move, he easily killed several leading Yuan soldiers. In particular, the miserable appearance of those Yuan soldiers with blood flowing out of their mouths startled the nearly one hundred Yuan soldiers behind him.
The torches in their hands were soaked in grease, yet they burned fiercely even in the heavy rain. The Yuan soldiers used the firelight to see the corpses on the ground.
"Whoa!"
A whistle rang out, and the cavalrymen who had been galloping at full speed suddenly stopped. These Yuan soldiers moved in perfect unison and were highly disciplined, making them a formidable force.
The two sides were about several feet apart. On one side, Xiao Ning stood alone with his sword. Although the rain was pouring down, not a single drop of rain could get close to him. Amidst the flashes of lightning, he seemed like a war god in the world.
On the other side were elite Yuan soldiers exuding a strong aura of bloodlust. Their faces were ferocious, and their sharp scimitars seemed ready to strike Xiao Ning at any moment.
The centurion leading the cavalry looked down at Xiao Ning, his eyes revealing a deep sense of apprehension.
He had encountered martial arts practitioners before, and although those so-called heroes were highly skilled, ordinary Yuan soldiers were no match for them in one-on-one combat.
However, when the heroes encounter a well-organized cavalry unit, they are often terrified by the fierce aura emanating from the assembled troops, and the Yuan soldiers can easily take their lives with just a single charge or a volley of fire.
The centurion must have killed at least eighty, if not a hundred, of such chivalrous figures.
The black-clad man who suddenly appeared was completely different. Not only was he not terrified, but he also killed several of his own soldiers.
Then, the centurion grinned menacingly, raised his scimitar high, and shouted. Immediately, dozens of Yuan soldiers rushed in from behind him, their momentum like a raging storm. Anyone with a weak will would be scared out of their wits on the spot.
A great war is about to break out!
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Chapter 29 Mongol Imperial Preceptor
Faced with the overwhelming, surging cavalry, Xiao Ning made his move.
He made his move instantly, his longsword weaving through the crowd like a swimming dragon.
Xiao Ning's figure was elusive, moving freely amidst the flashing swords of nearly a hundred Yuan soldiers.
Wherever they went, the Mongol cavalrymen were pierced with bloody holes.
Obtained through system check-in, the peerless sword technique "Dugu Nine Swords" is from the hand of Dugu Qiubai.
It shone brightly in this world!
As if it were an extension of his own arm, the long sword in his hand struck wherever it pointed, the sword moving like a dragon, and as soon as it appeared, it was meant to shock the world.
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Yuan soldiers who had been shouting and charging forward were all brought down to the ground by Xiao Ning's longsword, unable to get up again.
Clang!
With a casual gesture, Xiao Ning sheathed his longsword. His body was spotless, not a drop of blood on him. He glanced at the corpse on the ground, then turned and strode away from the spot.
However, after taking less than ten steps, Xiao Ning stopped again, looked up and said loudly, "Come out!"
The words, imbued with true energy, rolled outwards, shocking the surrounding area and spreading to almost half of the capital city. Two wild cats that were doing their morning exercise on the rooftop screamed twice and ran away quickly.
Just as Xiao Ning finished speaking, an old monk with white hair and eyebrows walked out from the street corner. He was wearing a lama's robe, holding a demon-subduing staff, and had a kind and gentle appearance with his eyes lowered.
He raised both palms to his chest, chanted a long Buddhist prayer, and said calmly, "Amitabha! Benefactor, you have entered the Asura realm. Please follow this old monk to take refuge in the Great Treasure, recite scriptures day and night to eliminate your sins, and then attain Arhatship and ascend to the Pure Land!"
After the old monk finished speaking, he suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing across them before returning to calm. His eyes were as deep as the night sky, captivating all who beheld them.
A glint flashed in Xiao Ning's eyes, and he roared, "Hey!"
But right after the old monk finished speaking, Xiao Ning felt a buzzing in his head, and his mind became dazed. In the dim light, it seemed as if a great Buddha was preaching to him, telling him to let go of all worldly desires and struggles.
In the next instant, the Nine Yang True Qi circulated throughout his body, dispelling the abnormal state. Xiao Ning, of course, knew what had happened and immediately flew into a rage:
"You old bald monk, how dare you use your salvation technique on me! You're like an old man eating poison, you've got a death wish! Prepare to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he swayed, stomped his foot, and like a ghost, left a trail of shadows in the air as he rushed towards the old monk. In the next instant, Xiao Ning appeared in front of the old monk and suddenly struck out with his palm.
"The dragon that soars too high will regret it!"
A soft dragon's roar resounded, accompanied by an overwhelming aura pressing down on the old monk.
Upon seeing this, the old monk's expression changed drastically. The opponent's palm strike had the power to cover the entire world, making it impossible to dodge or avoid.
The old monk never expected that his infallible Tantric conversion techniques would fail.
What he didn't expect was that Xiao Ning would play by his own rules, not saying a word and starting to fight directly, and with such amazing palm strikes.
What he didn't know was that Xiao Ning always believed in one principle:
If you can take action, try not to talk!
Villains die from talking too much!
Caught off guard, the old monk quickly raised his demon-subduing staff and held it horizontally in front of his chest to meet Xiao Ning's palm strike.
"Bang!"
The palms clashed with a loud bang, and a shockwave spread in all directions.