The world of martial arts, the immortal swordsman in the mortal realm.

Chapter 211, 226: One man against a thousand, invincible against ten thousand!

Boom!

Iron hooves trampled the earth, and mud and dust flew like rain.

Lu Chen gripped the Xuan Tie Spear in one hand and charged towards the oncoming Turkic cavalry.

Arrows soared into the air from the Turkic cavalry, raining down on him like raindrops, but Lu Chen remained unmoved. He didn't even use his force field or true energy to defend himself, letting the rain of arrows fall on his body, making a pattering sound like raindrops hitting banana leaves.

He would only deflect arrows aimed at his steed by activating his energy field.

Just as the two sides were about to clash, Lu Chen gripped his gun with one hand and swept it fiercely.

woo-

Amidst the mournful howl of the wind, the spear shaft, forged from black iron, was bent like a bow by his immense strength, the spear becoming an afterimage barely perceptible to the naked eye as it swept past several riders in front of him.

bang bang bang bang...

A dull shattering sound rang out.

The horses directly in front of him exploded almost simultaneously from the chest up, leaving only half of their bodies. They were carried by warhorses past Lu Chen and gradually disappeared into the distance.

This brutal and bloody killing horrified the nearby Turkic elite cavalry, leaving them pale and terrified, forgetting to bring down their raised scimitars.

Lu Chen, however, did not stop. He urged his warhorse to charge wildly, and his Xuan Tie Spear continued to lash out relentlessly.

bang bang bang bang...

Wherever the crimson flames and the black killing god passed, the muffled, terrifying sounds of continuous impacts filled the air. Pieces of mangled human bodies were thrown into the air, accompanied by a rain of blood, turning the entire outpost camp crimson!
……

On a gentle slope less than two miles from the outpost camp.

The group of experts focused their attention on Lu Chen's intrusion into the camp from afar.

Despite their exceptional martial arts skills and extraordinary eyesight, they could not see many details at this moment.

All that could be seen was chaos at the Turkic outpost camp, with human figures and horses rising into the air, as if what was attacking the camp was not a person or a horse, but an unstoppable, ancient ferocious beast that would kill anyone who touched it.

The screams and explosions from the camp even reached the gentle slope, making them clearly audible to everyone.

"Brother Lu, isn't it a bit too reckless of you to squander your true energy like this?"

Yun Shuai swallowed hard and said hesitantly.

Although Yun Shuai knew that this brutal and ferocious fighting style was very effective in destroying morale, Lu Chen was only attacking an outpost camp at this time. The Turks in the rear camp could not see him. Even if he destroyed the morale of the Turks in the outpost camp, it would only affect a thousand or so cavalrymen and would not have any impact on the overall situation. Instead, it would be a waste of true energy.

Yun Shuai didn't understand. The war had only just begun; was it necessary to fight so brutally?

"That's how Brother Lu fights."

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, however, spoke in unison.

They had all personally participated in the Battle of Mangshan. The battle of Mangshan was even more ferocious than this one. Under the pair of large bronze hammers, each weighing more than 370 jin, it was almost impossible to find any human fragments of slightly larger size.

Lu Chen was relatively restrained today.

At least the human body suspended in mid-air, from a distance, still manages to look somewhat human.

Not only was Yun Shuai shocked.

Li Shimin and the others from the Prince of Qin's mansion were already somewhat prepared for the ferocity of Lu Chen, the legendary "Battlefield Master." Otherwise, they wouldn't have followed Lu Chen so readily, intending to use three thousand Xuanjia soldiers to charge against one hundred thousand iron cavalry.

Even though they had prepared themselves mentally, when they witnessed Lu Chen's ferocity on the battlefield, Li Shimin, Yuchi Jingde, and the others couldn't help but widen their eyes in shock, as if they had seen a god descend to earth.

Over there, the female generals.

Dugu Feng and Wanwan, two female generals who had followed Lu Chen into battle, seemed unfazed by the scene in the Turkic camp. When they looked at Shi Feixuan, Li Xiuning, and Lian Rou, who were shocked, they even had a slight sense of superiority.

"Look closely, this is why Lu Chen is known as the master of the battlefield."

Wanwan's tone was teasing:

"However, this is just a small scene. I know that one of you has a quirk; he easily loses control of his bladder when he sees Lu Chen displaying his might. Before we go to the battlefield, let's prepare ourselves, lest when the time comes and it's our turn to strike, and we see the real big scene, someone has to resort to their quirk on the battlefield. That would be embarrassing!"

During Lu Chen's vacation, Wanwan followed and eavesdropped on him, and used the Heavenly Demon Voice to extract information. She actually managed to find out a lot of secrets, including this top-secret intelligence.

Hearing this, Shi Feixuan looked at him strangely. She was certain that she did not have such a "quirk," but she still felt a pang of shame. At the same time, she tried her best to avoid looking at other people so as not to embarrass the "someone" that Wanwan was implying.

Dugu Feng was both speechless and curious, looking intently at Shi Feixuan, Li Xiuning, and Lian Rou, wondering which one of them had this strange quirk.

However, before she could even guess from her expression, she saw Lian Rou's pretty face flushed red, her hands gripping the saddle tightly, her delicate body trembling as she leaned forward, and she said in a voice so sweet it was almost dripping with moisture:

"Yeah, I peed!"

"..."

Dugu Feng was immediately filled with admiration, thinking to himself that Lian Rou was indeed wild enough!

Well, she had already competed against Lian Rou and Li Xiuning several times and knew that Lian Rou was no ordinary wild person. Although her combat strength was average, she dared to try any kind of gameplay, which made Li Xiuning and even Dugu Feng herself feel competitive and start to play wildly with Lian Rou.

It's one thing to be a little wild and unrestrained in private, but to say such things in public, even if it's just in front of a few girls...

In any case, Dugu Feng admitted that she was inferior to him.

Shi Feixuan's expression was subtle, her cheeks slightly flushed. She thought to herself, "This Princess Lianrou is truly... well, it's hard to describe how good she is."

Li Xiuning was secretly grateful, thinking to herself that Lian Rou was truly a good sister; she had immediately drawn all attention away from her, leaving no one to notice her...

However, Wanwan, being a young girl, ultimately didn't understand that, strictly speaking, it couldn't really be considered incontinence.

The crowd on the hillside was filled with awe and reverence, so much so that they were overwhelmed with emotion.

Lu Chen's frenzied slaughter continued.

He has already slaughtered his way through the outpost camp.

However, he did not continue to attack other camps.

The Turks were all cavalry, and their baggage included a large number of cattle and sheep. Due to their need for grazing and drinking water, not only were each camp very large, but the camps were also quite far apart from each other.

Therefore, the camp of the 100,000-strong army stretched for dozens of miles from north to south along the Jing River valley.

With such a vast area of ​​camp, Lu Chen couldn't create the effect of a reversed beaded curtain, driving the defeated soldiers to continuously charge into one camp after another, causing the enemy troops to trample each other.

After all, he was only one person, and his killing range was limited. The Turks only needed to avoid the direction of his iron spear, and they had plenty of room to escape. They would not obediently be driven by him.

Even if he were to drive some of the defeated troops to attack a few camps, the Turks in the rear camps could easily jump onto their horses and flee north once they realized the situation was not right.

With the Turks' horsemanship skills, most of them could definitely escape.

Therefore, Lu Chen needed to mobilize the Turkic army that was stationed for dozens of miles in the rear, and make them gather more closely together.

Once the Turkic army, which stretched for dozens of miles, was concentrated within a few miles, the density of men and horses would be so high that it would not be so easy to escape in this valley terrain with a river on one side and mountains on the other.

Therefore, after Lu Chen broke through the outpost camp, he turned his horse around and repeatedly attacked the outpost camp, as if he wanted to leave no survivors and exterminate every Turk in the camp.

At the same time, he would occasionally shout loudly:
"Lu Chen is here! Bi Xuan, come and meet your death!"

The thunderous shout rolled northward along the river valley, carrying for miles around.

Soon, the sound of thunderous hooves echoed from the valley north of the outpost camp, and a plume of yellow dust rose into the sky above the valley, rapidly approaching the outpost camp.

The Turkic cavalry from the rear camp have arrived!
"Lu Chen!" A burly man wielding a spiked club charged into the outpost camp, which had been almost completely leveled, and roared in broken Chinese:

"How dare you insult the Venerable One! Die!"

Bi Xuan was the "god" of all Turks.

Lu Chen not only called Bi Xuan by his name, but also shouted "Bi Xuan, come quickly to die!" which completely enraged all the Turks who revered Bi Xuan.

At this moment, those who attacked included not only the Golden Wolf Army under Jieli's command, but also the Black Wolf Army under Tuli's command, as well as troops from the Khitan, Shiwei, and other tribes who had been conscripted by the Turks.

These tribal cavalrymen, though not Turks, also worshipped Bi Xuan.

Some even acted more radically than the Turks due to their fanaticism for conversion.

The burly man who charged in first was a Khitan who admired Bi Xuan.

He charged forward to within seven zhang of Lu Chen, stomped his feet on the stirrups, and used the momentum of his horse's charge to leap into the air. He leaped seven zhang, landing above Lu Chen, and raised his heavy spiked club, weighing dozens of kilograms, high above his head before slamming it down on Lu Chen.

With the imposing presence of this Khitan man, if he were placed in the world of Tianlong, he could probably become a super Khitan.

Unfortunately, in this world of twin dragons, he can only be considered a first-rate expert.

But even top-tier experts are no match for Lu Chen in his current state...

Amidst the roar of wind and thunder, the spiked club slammed down fiercely.

Lu Chen remained unfazed, thrusting his Xuan Tie Spear straight at the spiked club. As the spear struck, the air vibrated violently, unleashing powerful shockwaves. The Xuan Tie Spear transformed into an afterimage too thin for the naked eye, swiftly striking the spiked club.

clang!
With a loud bang, the spiked club, weighing dozens of kilograms, shattered.

As the fragments flew, the Xuan Tie Spear continued its momentum, piercing the throat of the Khitan man with a soft thud. Then, with a twist and a jolt, the spearhead separated the Khitan man from his head. His head, with its eyes wide open in anger, flew high into the air, while his headless body flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

As the head of the Khitan Han man tumbled and fell to the ground.

Lu Chen spurred his Ferghana horse, charging towards the oncoming cavalry like a burst of flame.

Boom!

Amidst the thunderous explosion, shouts of men and neighing of horses rang out, and in the blink of an eye, it was a scene of people and horses falling over, blood splattering, and limbs flying everywhere!
……

On a gently sloping hillside stands a simple military tent.

Inside the military tent, Bi Xuan, dressed in a hemp robe with his hair casually loose, held an ancient book from the Central Plains and was reading it.

Suddenly, his brow twitched, and he sensed something. He shifted his gaze from the book to the south.

This place is more than 20 miles away from the outpost camp.

Even with Bi Xuan's cultivation level, it was impossible for him to hear the commotion from the outpost camp.

But he still had a subtle premonition.

Has Lu Chen arrived?

He put down his book, got up and walked outside the tent, gazing to the south.

Although this place is a hillside, the mountain is not high, and there are continuous hills blocking the view, so it is impossible to see more than 20 miles away with the naked eye.

But in Bi Xuan's vision, he seemed to see an ominous red light that looked like fresh blood.

"Lu Chen is here."

This time, Bi Xuan's whisper was full of certainty.

"Report——"

At this moment, a Golden Wolf Army scout galloped over, and before his horse had even come to a complete stop, he leaped down, knelt on one knee before Bi Xuan, placed his hand on his heart, and bowed his head, saying:
"Your Excellency! Lu Chen is here! He is attacking our forward camp!"

Bi Xuan had anticipated this, and said calmly:
How many soldiers did he bring?

The golden wolf scout hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice:
He came alone.

"one person?"

Bi Xuan raised an eyebrow, a subtle glint appearing in his eyes:
"Charging our camp single-handedly?"

"That's right. Lu Chen even boasted..."

The golden wolf scout stammered, his tone hesitant, but his expression was full of indignation.

"explain."

Bi Xuan's tone was calm, but the golden wolf scout trembled and dared not hesitate any longer, angrily saying:
"That southern barbarian also said, 'Lu Chen is here, Martial Venerable Bi Xuan, come and die!'"

"Martial Venerable Bi Xuan, come and face your death!"

Bi Xuan's eyebrows lifted slightly, and a hint of intensity gradually emerged in his indifferent and cold eyes:
"Excellent! This is the spirit a young hero should have! This is the kind of opponent I should face in this desperate gamble!"

"Sir!"

The scout was shocked, unable to believe that the Martial Venerable would utter such ominous words.

Bi Xuan burst into laughter.

Sensing the increasingly intense crimson light within that strange vision visible only to him, his long hair moved without wind, his robes fluttered, and his voice was like the clanging of metal:

"The fate of the Turks rests on this battle! Prepare the horses!"

……

When Bi Xuan and his disciples appeared on a hillside less than three miles from the outpost camp, the outpost camp was already piled high with corpses and rivers of blood.

The banners of Qali and Tuli also stand on this hillside.

At this moment, the Great Khan of the Turks, Jieli, and the Lesser Khan, Tuli, were gazing at the battlefield at the outpost camp from afar. Their expressions were solemn like never before, and even contained a hint of fear.

They never imagined that a person could do this.

"How's the war going?"

Both Jieli and Tuli were so focused on the battlefield that they didn't even notice Bi Xuan's arrival until his voice rang in their ears. Only then did they realize what was happening and hurriedly bowed to him.

"Sir!"

Jieli's expression was solemn:

"Lu Chen single-handedly broke through the outpost camp and then successively defeated three thousand-man squads. Now he's facing the fourth thousand-man squad, but it looks like he's about to collapse..."

Bi Xuan said calmly:
"What were the losses of the defeated thousand-man unit?"

Jieli said in a hoarse voice:
"Less than five hundred cavalrymen escaped from the outpost, and the three thousand-man squads that retreated also suffered more than three hundred casualties... The reason they retreated after so many deaths was not even because they were too brave, but because Lu Chen killed too fiercely and too quickly..."

"Is this so..."

Bi Xuan remained expressionless, his tone cold:
"It's alright, let him kill. If one thousand-man squad is routed, then send another thousand-man squad. We have an army of one hundred thousand, a full hundred thousand-man squads! Let's see just how far Lu Chen can go!"

Since the survival of the Turks hinges on this battle, Bi Xuan no longer cares about the means or the casualties!
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