Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Two sword energies erupted simultaneously, leaving a cross-shaped sword mark on the surface of the thick sheepskin tent.

The next moment, Hong Miao rushed into the tent through the sword marks, and only then did a muffled groan of pain come from inside the tent.

One of them was slashed through the heart by the sword energy, and blood gushed out continuously. His iron armor could not withstand such sharp sword energy at all. He knelt down and died.

The other person's martial arts skills were clearly superior. In the instant he was attacked, he turned his body, so that the red sword energy that should have severed half of his neck and heart only left a bloody mark on his shoulder.

Although blood was oozing out, the sword wound did not even reach the bone, nor did it sever the tendons, so it was clearly not a serious injury.

Liang Mangchen, struck by the attack, immediately turned around, his eyes wide with rage, and roared:

"Who is coming?!"

"Red Cliff of the Bloodline Sword Sect! The one who killed you!"

The senior sister's sword and movements never faltered; a rapier was already poised to strike the enemy's chest.

The opponent dodged with all his might, but the red line at the tip of the longsword suddenly flicked, leaving a conspicuous bloodstain on his right side.

This minor injury gave Liang Mang the opportunity to draw his sword from his waist. The broad sword flashed with a cold light as it blocked Hong Miao's next slash.

A clang resounded, and a spark flashed.

Hong Miao clicked her tongue. It was a pity that the wound was inflicted by the red thread rather than by the blade itself; otherwise, the opponent would have been poisoned.

She was about to continue her attack, intending to break through her opponent's stance with a continuous stream of sword techniques.

But before the second sword could fall, Liang Mang suddenly shouted, and the powerful aura and hidden force within him burst forth, causing everything around him to fall over.

There was nowhere to hide in the cramped tent, and the senior sister was also affected by the force, taking several steps back before regaining her balance.

"A remnant of the Bloodline Sword? Are you the one I stole the martial arts manual from years ago?"

"Enough of this talk! Today, we shall fight to the death!"

Hong Miao didn't want to say more, and stepped forward to stab the enemy in the neck.

If possible, she only wanted to kill her enemy in a few moves and then immediately use her lightness skill to fly away from this place.

"Just you?"

Liang Mang shook the greatsword in his hand, and a dense black aura suddenly erupted.

This black aura was unlike the black wind that Xi Heng had seen when the Black Blade Master wielded his blade; instead, it was a malevolent and evil aura.

Although Xi Heng was ordered to guard outside the tent, he was worried about his senior sister's safety and still used the corner of his eye to scan the scene inside through the tent's crack.

This General Tianliang's sword intent is similar to Senior Sister Hongmiao's killing sword, but it seems to be a step further. Rather than killing, it contains more of a malevolent energy that wants to destroy all living beings.

Xi Heng narrowed his eyes slightly; this looked like a martial art that required mastering internal energy.

Just as she was thinking about how to obtain the martial arts manual, she suddenly heard a lot of shouts and noises coming from the surrounding area.

Most of the guards, hearing the commotion, rushed to the main tent to provide support. Even the soldiers who had only managed to put out half of the fire at the granary abandoned their buckets and ran straight to the camp.

Xi Heng no longer concealed himself and stood directly in front of the tent, facing the hundreds of armed soldiers who came forward.

As the enemy rapidly approached, she suddenly swung her sword, drawing a conspicuous arc in the snow with the force of the blade, and declared loudly:

"Anyone who takes a step further shall die!"

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Chapter 55, The Head of the Traders' Revenge

"Anyone who takes a step forward shall die!"

The warning had little effect at first; a strong, armored soldier, gripping a spear, charged forward with a roar.

Xi Heng immediately sheathed his sword and thrust it forward, the red line drawn in the air pointing straight at the opponent's forehead, creating a bloody hole before piercing the head of another person.

The two fell to the ground together, convulsing as they sank into the snow.

The group of guards behind them suddenly stopped, but some of them, whether they didn't hear clearly or weren't afraid at all, ran over with their weapons.

Xi Heng stepped forward with his sword in hand and beheaded four or five more heads.

The head and body were separated, and blood gushed from the neck like a fountain, which finally stopped the many guards behind him.

If these ragtag soldiers could charge forward like zombies, disregarding their own lives, they might not be able to inflict serious injury on Xi Heng, but they could certainly break through her blockade and rush into the tent to support the general.

But at this moment, with no one to lead the way, the soldiers, lacking any initiative, naturally remained where they were.

Xi Heng let out a cold snort, and suddenly thrust his long sword forward, the sword wind stirring up countless snowflakes, and also unleashing his martial aura and the killing intent of a thousand-man butcher.

Having previously beheaded two emperors and successively killed several high-ranking officials in the court, and finally faced a martial arts master at the Transformation Realm with a self-sacrificing sword, her killing intent has undergone a qualitative change. Ordinary people would tremble with fear just by looking at her.

Now, this murderous intent, coupled with its imposing presence and the fact that it had slain several heads in an instant, caused even the guards surrounding the circle to spontaneously take a few steps back.

Seeing this effect, Xi Heng felt no emotion.

If it were me, the emperor back then, facing these remnants of the Tianliang army, wouldn't I have been able to wipe them all out with just one order?

There is absolutely no need to take any action yourself.

Being an emperor does have some advantages, doesn't it?

The sound of swords still echoed from the rear tents; it was unclear whether Senior Sister Hongmiao had gained the upper hand.

If we can't defeat the enemy, no matter how long we hold off reinforcements, we'll inevitably die alongside our senior sister in the end...

The girl stared indifferently at the enemy troops ahead.

Death is not a problem, I just hope that after I die in this life, my mental lifespan won't be reduced like before.

It would be even better if it could be extended by two more years...

Even though he was still in a standoff with the enemy, Xi Heng had already decided how he would die.

Before long, a dozen elite soldiers carrying large wooden shields and wielding long spears formed a shield and spear formation to deal with martial artists and advanced towards Xi Heng.

Xi Heng didn't take it seriously at all. Her sword energy could pierce through stones five or six centimeters deep, so how could these pieces of wood possibly stop it?

She raised her longsword, and with a sudden twist of her wrist, another red line shot out.

The red line pierced the wooden shield, producing a muffled groan of pain. A corpse fell to the ground, and behind it, a spearman also clutched his deputy and cried out in pain as weapons fell.

From behind another thick shield beside her, a javelin was thrown at her.

Xi Heng raised his sword and used his strength to deflect the spear, which spun several times in the air before embedding itself in the snow.

Seeing that the entire shield and spear formation had stepped into the arc, she no longer hesitated. She immediately leaped closer, using her sharp longsword to cut through the thick shields, and also severing the arms of the shield-bearing soldiers behind her.

He kicked the shield next to him with an unstoppable force, smashing the people behind him like a bowling ball.

On the other side, a spear thrust from a shield, but she grabbed the shaft with her hand, and the spear tip, which was about to reach her, seemed to be restrained by steel clamps, unable to go any further.

With a sudden downward press of his left hand, the spear shaft pressed against the thick shield, becoming a lever that sent the man wielding the spear flying high into the air.

The man finally let go, but as soon as he loosened his grip, Xi Heng seized the opportunity to turn the spear around, and the spear flew towards the person in the air like a meteor.

The spearhead pierced through the abdomen. The enemy curled up in pain, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a groan. He struggled on the ground for a moment before losing his life.

"Come again."

She beckoned. The remaining elite soldiers, still alive, retreated hastily outside the arc.

Xi Heng clicked his tongue.

If it were me in the past encountering this situation, I would have charged into the enemy ranks alone with my sword until there was no one left alive around me.

But now, in order to protect Senior Sister Hongmiao's life, she has no choice but to endure this for a little while.

Let's wait for another chance to kill him...

The sounds of sword fighting continued from the tent behind, and judging from the sounds alone, neither side showed any sign of gaining the upper hand.

If I were to suddenly enter the tent against my senior sister's wishes, I might be able to help her... But if I can't kill that person in a short time, it would be even more troublesome if a large number of soldiers swarm in from outside.

As she pondered, Xi Heng heard a strange clapping sound accompanied by a tiger's roar, and a surging force of palm energy rushed towards her.

Xi Heng frowned slightly; the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

She immediately turned around and swung her sword, unleashing a burst of sword wind and energy to clash with the incoming palm strike.

The two gases collided, producing a muffled sound in the air, like a drum being struck.

The air vibrated and a gust of wind blew, ruffling Xi Heng's tied-up hair. She gradually remembered why she was familiar with this move.

After the palm strike was delivered, there was a roar of dragons and a howl of tigers, which instantly reminded her of the old eunuch in the palace when he made his move.

The old eunuch was unlikely to be involved in metal and stone work; he was more likely someone who also practiced the Heavenly Gang Boy Skill.

"Heavenly Gang Child Skill? Who comes here!" She suddenly stared at the person wielding the palm.

"Excellent, you have good vision!"

The man wore only a thin, coarse white cloth robe, seemingly unfazed by the cold wind. A faint, white aura rippled across his body, his skin was rough and tough, and he had short hair and a short beard. His expression and demeanor were resolute.

"I am Lin Chunhui, the leader of the Huangmei Mountain Army stationed in Jianchang!"

"Who taught you your martial arts?" Xi Heng asked.

"It was a high-ranking monk who taught me this when I was young! Why do you ask this, young lady?"

Xi Heng did not answer, and immediately drew his dagger again, pointing it at the opponent's neck.

However, when the red line hit, the opponent was surrounded by white light, which directly dispersed the red light of the sword energy.

"Surprise attack after exchanging names, how rude!" Lin Chunhui no longer held back. His palms moved, white energy gradually rising, his muscles and bones trembled, and his palms suddenly rose, unleashing a whooshing sound as the palm energy swept towards him.

Xi Heng drew his sword and slashed away the palm wind, simultaneously unleashing sword energy, thus engaging in combat with his enemy from a distance.

The sharpness of the red sword energy was significantly greater than that of the opponent, and the palm wind would be easily torn apart. However, the enemy would either dodge it or block it with the pale white qi on his body.

Although the enemy's white aura was not as thick as the old eunuch's, nor could it be emitted from a distance, it was still quite formidable.

Seeing that the ranged sword energy was having little effect, Xi Heng drew his sword and rushed forward, using the same sword-falling blood rain technique as before to slash at the enemy's shoulder in a large robe-like motion.

The enemy, seeing the sword coming, had no choice but to defend. He used both hands to protect himself with his inner energy and pushed hard. The sword blade collided with the opponent's palms, but was neutralized by his inner energy and blocked by the iron-hard flesh. It only left a white mark, without even drawing blood.

At the same time, a burst of powerful energy struck her, sending her flying several meters like she was being hit by a car.

Xi Heng coughed lightly and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, only to see a trace of blood.

She frowned slightly and held her breath for a moment to suppress the pain.

The next moment, without any further hesitation, she stepped forward and unleashed a barrage of fierce sword strikes.

Even if his moves are blocked, or if they are deflected by the qi like before, he will not stop his swordplay. As long as he can still move, the blade will be aimed at the vital points of the enemy's body.

Her unpredictable swordplay was all offense and no defense. In just a moment, her opponent struck her left shoulder with a palm strike. The force caused her to turn around, and the blade used this force to rush towards the enemy's neck.

With a sword's cry, the red light at the tip of the blade pierced through the protective aura surrounding the enemy and stabbed into his neck.

The burly man immediately frowned, then suddenly shouted, unleashing a burst of inner energy that pushed Xi Heng away once more.

Before Xi Heng could even regain his footing after landing, he thrust forward without hesitation.

The other party opened his mouth as if to say something, but the red line flashed, and a fine head flew into the air. Blood gushed from the head like a fountain, reaching more than a meter high before falling down in a bloody line.

The enemy's last remaining body knelt down and collapsed on the snow.

Only then did Xi Heng exhale a breath, staggering a few steps and almost falling.

She wanted to rub her right arm to relax the overly tense muscles, but found that her left hand seemed a little clumsy...

"Ok?"

Xi Heng glanced to the side.

But then he saw that his left shoulder bone was broken and bent at an extreme angle.

However, due to the heightened excitement of the battle, the pain was not yet noticeable.

Taking advantage of the moment, she dropped the long sword in her hand. As the blade plunged into the snow, she suddenly grabbed her bent left shoulder with her right hand and pulled it back to its original shape.

Among them, bone fragments and cracks pierced the flesh, and the pain and numbness made Xi Heng shudder.

"hiss……"

Although it wasn't that painful, the feeling was definitely not comfortable at all.

The girl pressed her shoulder and tried to lift her left hand, but her entire left arm was trembling uncontrollably and was clearly unusable.

"Many sword techniques that require both hands are no longer usable..."

As for the fracture itself, it's not a big deal. She has already reached the level of internal strength and has some control over her tendons and bones. She can use her qi and blood to promote recovery. At most, she will be back to normal in a hundred days.