Ask Wudang Chapter 208

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“Woo—”

Just then, the sound of the horn rang out again, and two more Mongol myriarchs attacked.

Seeing this situation, Ye Qingfeng immediately shouted, “Brother Guo, the Tartars are powerful. If we defend for too long, we will lose. If we just stay trapped, it will be disadvantageous to us. You stay on the city wall, and I’ll take some men out to charge and break the Tartars’ momentum.”

Guo Jing replied, “Brother Ye, go ahead. I’ll be on the city wall.”

Ye Qingfeng wasted no time, leaping down into the inner city, gathered a few hundred first-rate experts, and charged out in one go.

Outside the city gate, the Mongol soldiers were pressing their attack on the city. Suddenly, they saw a Song army charge out, and their formation immediately fell into disarray.

Ye Qingfeng led the charge, his Heavy Iron Sword flying up and down. Where the black light flashed, blood splattered, and severed limbs flew. His martial arts had reached a realm where he no longer pursued flashy moves. Any random move possessed immense power. At this moment, he only sought to kill. Wherever his sword edge went, it was truly like cutting melons and vegetables, unstoppable.

After a destructive slaughter, the team led by Ye Qingfeng actually carved out a bloody path.

“Woo—”

In the Mongol army, the horn sounded again, and two myriarchs immediately turned their spears, surrounding and attacking the team led by Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng was in high spirits from the killing. Holding his Heavy Iron Sword, he advanced instead of retreating, leading the charge.

“Swish, swish, swish…”

“Chish, chish, chish…”

It was still a matter of raising the hand and the blade falling, still a sky full of blood, still severed limbs flying. Even if the Mongols were fearless in death, facing such a murderous god who didn’t even blink, they couldn’t help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Besides Ye Qingfeng, the hundreds of first-rate experts behind him were also quite formidable. Each was well-trained, and everyone was skilled in martial arts. Although surrounded, they showed no fear. Instead, they fought one against ten, shouting and battling intensely.

In the Mongol army formation, beneath the nine-banner standard.

Möngke saw this scene and was greatly shocked. He asked his (attendants), “Who is that person? He is so brave.”

Kublai, who was beside him, said, “Reporting to Imperial Brother, that person is the Sword Saint, Ye Qingfeng, renowned in the martial arts world of the Central Plains.”

“So he is that Sword Saint.”

Möngke had experienced many battles. When he followed Batu on the western expedition, he had caused the allied armies of European nations to flee in disarray, pushing all the way to the banks of the Danube, reaching the city of Vienna. At this moment, seeing Ye Qingfeng’s ferocity, he couldn’t help but secretly feel alarmed and sighed, “They all say that the people of Southern Song are weak, but I don’t think that’s entirely true. The bravery of this man far surpasses that of my Mongol warriors.”

As soon as these words were spoken, several experts who were accompanying him immediately became displeased.

Yin Kexi immediately said, “Reporting to the Great Khan, although Ye Qingfeng’s martial arts are strong, our Great Mongol experts are not necessarily weaker than him. This humble one is untalented, but I am willing to offer my meager strength to capture him and present him to the Great Khan.”

Xiao Xiangzi then said, “Reporting to the Great Khan, this humble one is also willing to act and capture this person.”

Xuan Mingzi also stepped forward, declaring that he would capture him.

Möngke’s words just now were originally a tactic to provoke them. Seeing these four men step forward, his face immediately lit up with joy. He said, “The three high-ranking gentlemen can go together. Regardless of success or failure, there will be rewards. The one who captures Ye Qingfeng shall be my Great Mongol Empire’s first warrior.”

“Thank you, Great Khan.”

The three men were overjoyed upon hearing this, their emotions stirred. After so many years, their pursuit of fame and fortune had not changed. The title of the Great Mongol Empire’s first warrior was still a dream they pursued throughout their lives.

After a brief moment of excitement, the three unleashed their respective light-body techniques and attacked Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng was happily slaughtering when he suddenly felt three sharp forces approaching. He looked up and saw that they were old acquaintances.

At that moment, he let out a long roar, then slapped his horse’s back and leaped into the air.

Upon reaching mid-air, he suddenly unleashed a powerful sword strike. In an instant, a black sword light, three to four zhang long, shot out, as if an ancient sword forged by creation descended from the heavens, possessing boundless power, shocking ghosts and gods.

“Clang—”

Under the shroud of this sword light, Xuan Mingzi, Xiao Xiangzi, and Yin Kexi immediately felt their breathing become difficult, as if a great mountain was pressing down from above their heads, disregarding all rules and utterly irresistible.

“This is bad!”

Feeling the might of this sword, Xuan Mingzi and the other three immediately cried out in alarm, then frantically circulated their internal energy, displaying all their life’s skills. They no longer hoped to defeat the enemy, but only to avoid the range of the sword light.

No sooner said than done, in that instant, the sword light had completely fallen.

Xuan Mingzi exerted all his life’s (power), enduring a residual sword qi, and barely escaped the battle circle.

Xiao Xiangzi and Yin Kexi were not so lucky.

Xiao Xiangzi was unable to avoid it and was directly crushed by the powerful sword force, his bones and tendons broken, his internal organs shattered, and he died instantly. Yin Kexi was even worse. He bore the brunt of the main sword light and had no power to resist at all, being directly split in half.

Yin Kexi had always considered himself a merchant, never making a losing deal in his life. He never expected this time to lose so much, even his own life. Before he died, he must have died with his eyes wide open.

Three great masters attacked together, and in an instant, two died and one was injured. The morale of the Mongol side was immediately greatly damaged.

After slaying two great enemy experts, Ye Qingfeng did not pursue Xuan Mingzi. Instead, he mustered his courage and continuously wielded the incredibly powerful Heavy Iron Sword. In these sixteen years, he had cultivated the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Gong to the Great Perfection realm. With just his physical strength, he possessed the immense power of thirteen dragons and thirteen elephants. Under the augmentation of such power, his Heavy Iron Sword became even more formidable. Each swing would inevitably sweep away more than ten people, and no one survived. For a time, he was like an Asura in the human world, and wherever he went, blood flowed like a river.

“Chish, chish, chish…”

Ye Qingfeng became more and more excited as he killed, swinging his sword again and again. The sound of the sword’s hum rose and fell, and between his masterful movements, there was no one who could resist him. The hundreds of jianghu experts behind him, seeing Ye Qingfeng’s invincible divine power, causing the Mongol Tartars to abandon their helmets and armor, were all greatly impressed. In addition to their admiration, they each renewed their spirits and fought bravely against the enemy.

At that time, it was the third watch of the night, the bright moon hung high in the sky, stars twinkled, illuminating the earth below. Above, the clouds were light and the wind was gentle, a scene of peace. But on the ground, tens of thousands of people were engaged in a desperate and deadly battle, truly a tragic scene on earth.

This great battle, from noon until deep into the night, both sides suffered heavy casualties, and the outcome was still undecided.

Just as both sides were in a stalemate, a commotion suddenly arose from the rear of the Mongol army.

“Caw—”

With a loud cry of an eagle, Yang Guo was seen riding the Divine Eagle, leading several thousand eccentric jianghu figures to the attack. These jianghu (Li Hao’s) eccentrics were all highly skilled. Figures like Kunlun Sect’s Qing Lingzi, the Deaf-Mute Monk, Old Master Zhao, Saintess Shi Tai, the Human Chef, and the Hundred Herbs Immortal, among others, even possessed cultivation no less than that of a grandmaster. As soon as this group attacked, they immediately threw the Mongol army’s formation into chaos.

However, the Mongol army was still the Mongol army. Their bravery and elite status were by no means undeserved. Although they were caught off guard by Yang Guo’s sudden attack, they quickly stabilized their formation.

“Woo—”

Amidst a long horn blast, the Mongol army dispatched two elite myriarchs, who quickly formed battle arrays, completely encircling the several thousand people Yang Guo had brought. A bloody battle thus began.

While the assault on the city was fierce, the battle below the city also raged on.

Guo Jing’s battlefield, Ye Qingfeng’s battlefield, Yang Guo’s battlefield—these three battlefields were like three giant meat grinders, constantly grinding the flesh and blood of both sides. The brutality of the scene was unprecedented.

The fighting continued until daybreak, and the war still showed no signs of stopping.

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