Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The sudden relocation of the enemy's siege force created a significant gap in the defense of the area surrounding Xingzhou City.

Xi Heng seemed to have slipped through the gap unnoticed, entering the enemy's rear when no one expected it.

When she arrived at the enemy camp, all she encountered were the remaining enemy logistics troops.

The girl sighed softly, rubbing her forehead.

It's likely that Yan Mengjun's generals didn't expect that such a large Zhao cavalry force would suddenly circle around behind them and directly capture an entire enemy camp.

"The enemy army has converged, possibly to gather its strength for another southward attack on the city..."

"Perhaps the city of Kezhou will be attacked again soon, so perhaps we should return to defend it."

"Or perhaps we could stay behind enemy lines, disrupt their camps, and sabotage their supply lines," Xi Heng thought.

Perhaps offense is the best defense. As long as the raid on the enemy camp is carried out with enough fanfare, it can force Yan Meng to retreat and disrupt their offensive and plans.

However, if they return because they are worried about the safety of friendly cities, they will directly lose the advantage of being behind enemy lines.

But it was uncertain whether Zhao Wanli, who was already injured, could still hold onto Kezhou.

If the city or fortress cannot be defended, the enemy can choose to attack the city directly, and after breaking through, return to the north to surround the army led by Xi Heng.

"Governor He of Qiming City has also sent troops to aid Kezhou, which may be able to hold out..."

She sighed softly, "If only there were a small strategic map to look at."

That way, the strength of the two armies can be compared, and the decision to attack or defend can be made directly.

Now, she stands at a crossroads.

Returning to the rescue would be a safer approach, but returning empty-handed would waste several days of the cavalry's efforts.

"Why not destroy another enemy camp and rescue all the captured friendly soldiers first?"

Xi Heng glanced around at the allied soldiers surrounding the camp, his eyes gleaming.

She first summoned a messenger from the central army, described the intelligence she knew in detail, and explained that her vanguard would cut off the enemy's supplies. She asked General Zhao Wanli to hold the city firmly or to adapt to the changing circumstances...

The intelligence was rolled up into a scroll, stamped with the general's seal carried by the lieutenant, and mounted on a swift horse. The rider then rode off south.

Once the intelligence reports had traveled far, Xi Heng continued to lead his troops northward, seizing the opportunity to attack another enemy camp in the far north.

The cavalry raided through the night, briefly camped and rested until dawn, and then arrived at the enemy's rear supply depot at noon the next day.

The camp, filled with round tents, was several times larger and was patrolled by guards.

However, there are still not enough troops stationed inside.

Judging from the size of the camp, it should be able to garrison tens of thousands of troops, but in reality, only a mere two thousand people remained in the camp, and they were all miscellaneous soldiers with no combat ability.

Xi Heng simply led his elite cavalry into the camp and captured it with overwhelming force.

Amidst the galloping warhorses and the flashing swords, blood mingled in patches, and numerous corpses lay sprawled on both sides of the road.

After capturing the camp, the soldiers found many captured soldiers from Xingzhou City in the central tent. Xi Heng ordered her generals to untie them. The soldiers from both sides recognized each other and were filled with mixed emotions. They then joined her command.

The camp captured 500 soldiers, most of whom were elite troops and generals, including three who were hidden masters.

The soldiers captured by Yan Meng were all relatively capable or held military ranks.

Afterwards, Xi Heng ordered the tents to be set on fire, using the supplies in the tents to replenish the army, and then turned to other enemy camps that might contain prisoners.

Within seven days, Xi Heng burned and killed his way through the territory occupied by Yan Meng, destroying five large and small camps, rescuing more than 1,500 prisoners, and his army quickly expanded to 7,500. He also captured two of Yan Meng's generals who were stationed at the camp and had achieved the Great Perfection of Dark Force.

The attacks over the past few days inevitably drew the attention of Yan Meng's army. News later came from the Southern Army that the enemy had dispatched a force of heavy cavalry and a master of the Transformation Realm to fight in the north.

Despite reviewing the intelligence, Xi Heng did not change his actions in the slightest. He continued to attack enemy rear strongholds and showed no intention of retreating.

Now her troops are divided into two groups: one is four thousand light cavalry who fight alongside her and move flexibly; the other is an infantry formation commanded by a general surnamed Wang, one of the prisoners she rescued.

The infantry were responsible for setting up camps and securing positions, and for supplying provisions and provisions to the vanguard cavalry as they fought on all fronts. The provisions captured during raids on enemy camps were sufficient to sustain the troops.

After another five days of guerrilla warfare and the destruction of two enemy supply lines, Yan Meng's heavy cavalry finally arrived, aggressively pursuing the vanguard cavalry.

Three days later, the two armies met on the battlefield.

Opposition, raising the flag.

The two cavalrymen faced each other from a distance, the wind whipping up dust on the barren land, and the flags fluttering in the breeze.

It was sunset, and the western sun cast a fiery red glow, making the clouds appear as if they were burned red.

Xi Heng sat on his crimson warhorse, gently flicking the reins and ordering it to take a few steps forward.

Horse hoofprints on the yellow earth stirred up a light dust.

"Who goes there?" she asked casually before the battle.

"Warrior, Zuo Shen." The enemy general dismounted and slowly drew his long, slender Miao sword from his waist.

The Miao sword in this man's hand had a longer and more slender blade than the one in the hand of Yan Yinmu, whom Xi Heng had encountered before and who was skilled in treacherous tricks.

Ordinary swords are only a little over a meter long, but the thin knife this person was holding was nearly two meters long, and it looked extremely sharp and dangerous.

The opponent steadily lowered his long sword, the blade pointing directly at him.

"I heard you've reached the realm of celestial beings?"

This person seemed unconcerned about Xi Heng's attacks over the past few days, and at the beginning of the meeting, he only started talking about martial arts: "My weapon has killed two people who have reached the Transformation Realm, but I have never killed the legendary Celestial Realm... Today, it is time to kill one."

His voice was deep.

Xi Heng listened without a care.

However, she had already killed over a hundred martial artists who had reached the Transformation Realm.

Faced with such provocation, she simply said:

"I am the only one who reigns supreme in this world."

"And you, are nothing but a dying man."

The other person's long, flat eyes, like willow leaves, were half-closed, almost becoming slits.

Then, without saying anything more, he simply placed his left hand on the hilt of the sword and slowly raised it.

A chilling killing intent spread out.

Xi Heng also drew his longsword, his qi and blood flowing throughout his body, and his eyes gained a hint of red.

When Zhen unleashed his killing intent, the whitening at the ends of his hair, caused by the repeated use of the Opening Sword which depleted his blood and vital energy, became even more pronounced.

At this moment, it unleashed its power, its energy scattering and fluttering wildly in the chaotic wind.

Its appearance became increasingly unlike that of an ordinary person, but rather resembled the legendary Asura demon.

Many enemy cavalrymen at the front sensed the imposing presence from afar. Upon seeing this eerie sight, they instinctively tapped their heels on their horses' bellies and took a half-step back.

At the front of the battle, Xi Heng faced off against the martial artist at the Transformation Realm for a long time.

Just as the chaotic autumn breeze suddenly stopped, the two of them simultaneously used their lightness skills to leap towards the enemy general and slash—

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Chapter 110, Back and Forth

Swords clashed, blades rubbed together, sparks flew everywhere.

Amidst the resounding clang, Xi Heng clearly saw the enemy's narrowed eyes.

The pupils that were faintly visible beneath his eyelids held a strong killing intent, and his seriousness concealed a rare madness.

Reason and madness coexisted in his expression, and the knife he wielded also expressed this emotion.

The energy surged, and wherever the blade passed, it left a white mark, as if it had scratched the air.

The white marks contained remnants of sword intent; even though the blade had flown past, the remaining debris in the air could still cause damage.

Just now, that little white mark tore a hole in her sleeve.

Xi Heng's eyes flickered.

She was also a rare master swordsman in this world, and in an instant she could see that the white mark was created by the combined effect of internal energy and sword intent.

Using the principle of neutralizing force as the outward appearance and the sword intent as the inner essence, the sword intent lingers for several seconds after the sword is swung, which can injure the enemy.

Perhaps it should be called the intent of the sword...

In short, to achieve this level, the opponent's sword intent must have been honed to an extremely high degree.

The time to perfect sword intent and achieve sword heart is not far off.

As she pondered, she unleashed her sword intent.

Everything around him suddenly slowed down. He looked at his formidable opponent and saw that even in this slowed-down time, the opponent's pupils remained lively.

Clearly, this person also possesses a similar ability to achieve a state of perfect tranquility, and can greatly enhance their reaction speed through martial intent.

Amidst sparks flying, the swords bounced off each other.

Immediately afterwards, the enemy twisted his wrist and elbow at an odd angle, lowering the blade to change from a straight slash to a side cut.

Xi Heng had no choice but to accept the attack, instinctively raising his sword to defend.

The sword flashed again, and just as it slashed upwards, it immediately suppressed its momentum with terrifying speed, almost merging the two sword strikes into one and falling straight down.

The blade had already struck repeatedly, and the longsword in her hand was still trembling.

After blocking the attack, he launched another upward slash with renewed speed.

The opponent swung his sword faster and faster, forcing the opponent to concentrate on defending.

If the enemy can increase their speed to the point of crossing a certain limit, she might really have a hard time dealing with it.

The enemy's sword struck like lightning, leaving so many white marks that they were almost solidified, and the angle of its strike was unpredictable and elusive.

However, Bloodline Sword is also a sword technique that emphasizes moves and speed. With her long combat experience and a sword intent that is a level higher than her enemy's, she can easily see through and block the enemy's moves.

Although the scene was filled with the light of swords, it seemed that they were at a disadvantage and could only defend without being able to counterattack.

In reality, Xi Heng was constantly adjusting his posture so that he could always have the opportunity to unleash a sword strike that would target the enemy's weak points.

The sword fights on the battlefield are not like the ordinary martial arts practitioners' contest of whether to take a sword or not. When they fight, they first have to exchange a hundred or so moves, one after another, to see who has the stronger strength, better power, and better techniques.

Swords have no eyes or hearts; every encounter is filled with intense killing intent.

The slightest mistake could lead to death.

As she received the attack, the girl's gaze kept shifting between her opponent and herself.

She was searching for the enemy's weakness.

She was confident that if she could find a weakness that she could exploit directly, she could defeat her enemy with a single sword strike and then take his life in a few moves.

Amidst the flashing blades, the enemy, radiating overwhelming killing intent, clashed with Xi Heng's offensive and defensive moves dozens of times. The sword speed finally reached a critical point, yet Xi Heng still showed no difficulty in resisting.

This person was not disappointed; on the contrary, the madness hidden in his eyes intensified.

He even had the energy to talk:

"To be able to keep up with my sword speed, you truly deserve to be called a Celestial Realm expert—"

In the next instant, he enveloped his entire body in internal energy, disregarding the limits of his physical strength, and violently twisted his joints, unleashing his full speed and power in the next strike.

The energy surged forth, and a white light suddenly appeared.

This time, the white mark did not stop in place, but transformed into a crescent-shaped sword aura and rushed over, while also revealing an extremely obvious flaw.

However, the enemy's sword energy was right in front of him. If he raised his sword to attack and create an opening, Xi Heng would definitely be directly hit by the sword energy.

This martial artist named Zuo Shen clearly had extensive combat experience and skillfully used his offensive tactics to conceal his own weaknesses.

Xi Heng had no choice but to first muster his strength and unleash his own sword energy to defend. Just as he was about to make another move, the opening he had made earlier had already vanished in an instant.

But as the sword fight continued, she began to see more and more flaws in her opponent's movements and techniques.

Although most of these weaknesses will be quickly eliminated due to the swift movement of the sword and body, the sword moves will always be repeated.

Just point at the spot where the opponent is about to make a mistake the instant they use a repeated sword move. At best, this can disrupt the enemy's attack rhythm and give you the upper hand; at worst, it can shatter their stance and deliver a fatal blow.

Amidst the rapid, clanging swordplay reminiscent of dozens of blacksmiths striking iron simultaneously, Xi Heng continuously discerned the opponent's moves and their apparent weaknesses.

A few seconds later, a sudden inspiration struck him, and the sword, moved by his impulse, pointed towards the enemy's chest.

Clang——

The opponent's eyes widened, and he hurriedly retracted his longsword to block the attack.