Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

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The Smiling, Proud Wanderer arc has ended, and overall, most of the plot holes have been filled. Now, let's talk about the shortcomings.

First, there's the system setting. Since this is my first time writing a pure system story, there are obvious shortcomings in the setting, and there are quite a few problems.

Fortunately, there have been some optimizations later on, and the parts that haven't been optimized yet will be optimized at the right time and in a non-abrupt manner.

Secondly, there is the issue of the name. Since it is a celestial body, and considering that the name Yue Zhuoqun should be used in the later world, the narrator always refers to him as Yue Zhuoqun and the characters in the plot refer to him as Yue Buqun. There was no consistency.

This caused confusion for readers and listeners who skipped lines or paragraphs while reading or listening to the audiobook. However, since The Smiling, Proud Wanderer series has ended, the name Yue Zhuoqun will be used uniformly from now on, so there's no need to worry about confusion anymore.

Thirdly, there's the issue of harems. The main appeal of martial arts fan fiction lies in three aspects: revisiting classics, martial arts manuals, and female warrior characters with distinct personalities. Writing a story without a female lead wouldn't be very interesting.

I do have a harem complex, and I even have the Cao Cao traitor attribute maxed out. It's just that my previous martial arts harem novel was too explicit and got censored too many times, so this book is a bit more restrained. Even so, it seems that my account is on the blacklist, and any explicit content will be censored.

Yilin was not originally part of the harem; she was intended as a stepping stone to conquer Dongfang. However, after writing a poem that was repeatedly used, her enthusiasm waned, and she was quickly and decisively taken in.

There are quite a few other minor issues, but I won't go into detail here.

There are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people's hearts. There are too many derivative works of this book. Everyone has read a lot of it, and their thoughts and understandings are not the same. Even the original setting of the book has been changed several times. It is inevitable that it cannot be accepted by everyone.

However, those who have made it this far must be quite satisfied with my writing, so please continue to support me.

Also, I'm shamelessly asking for a five-star review in return for a free little gift.

Let's continue with the exciting story.

Chapter 95 Relying on Heaven, Expelling the Tartars

The moment Yue Zhuoqun entered the portal, his body was enveloped by an invisible force, and his eyes were filled with seven-colored divine light. He felt dizzy and disoriented, unable to distinguish up, down, left, or right.

This process lasted for several minutes, then my body paused, and the light finally dissipated.

He opened his eyes and looked around. He was in a city, with shouts of battle echoing everywhere, and flames raging and houses collapsing all around.

He was on a secluded street in the city, and at the other end of the street, he could see two groups of people fighting.

One of them, wielding a scimitar and riding a horse, was clearly dressed as a Mongol Tartar, exuding a fierce aura and causing the enemy to retreat in defeat.

The side fighting against the Mongol Tartars was divided into two groups. One group, dressed in simple leather armor with the character "Zhou" written on their chest, was the main force in the battle.

One type wore short, tight-fitting yellow robes and carried all sorts of strange weapons, including knives, shovels, and wooden stakes, clearing a path for retreat while fighting.

Before Yue Zhuoqun could even understand the situation, the system notification sounded in his ear:

[Ding! You have transmigrated to the world of Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. Assigning an identity to the host...]

[Identity successfully set: Flag Bearer of the Thick Earth Banner of the Ming Cult.]

Name: Yue Zhuoqun

[Identity: Flag Bearer of the Houtu Banner of the Ming Cult]

[Inner Strength After the Eventuality: 34185]

[Martial Coins: 1180]

【Luck: 66】

[Near-Dao Level Cultivation Technique: Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill Level 9 (Great Completion of Acquired Realm 3635/10000)]

化凡级功法：万寿道藏功（后天境圆满13956/100000）、吸功大法（后天境圆满2045/10000）、金刚不坏神功（后天境圆满2045/10000）

化凡级武技：四极剑（圆满13710/100000）、武道三式（圆满13140/100000）、夺命十五剑（圆满3285/100000）

上乘级武技：灵犀一指（圆满14326/100000）、一阳指二品（圆满11310/10000）、天外飞仙（大成3285/10000）、凤舞九天（大成3285/10000……】

[Current Situation: Zhou Yuwang, the chief disciple of the Maitreya Sect, a branch of the Ming Cult, started an uprising in Yuanzhou, Jiangxi several years ago, proclaiming himself King Zhou to resist the Yuan Mongols. Now, Yuanzhou has been captured by the Yuan army, and the host has been ordered to lead the Hou Tu Banner troops to its aid.]

[Main Quest Issued: Expel the Yuan Mongols and Revitalize the Han Dynasty.]

"The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, the flag bearer of the Ming Cult!" After understanding his identity in this world, he raised an eyebrow.

However, there was no time for much reflection, as the battle had reached a fever pitch.

With the city gates breached, even with the assistance of the Hou Tu Banner troops, Zhou Wang's army was forced to retreat continuously. At this rate, it was feared that the entire army would be annihilated in less than half an hour.

"Hmph! Driving out the Tartars is exactly what I want."

A flash of light appeared in his hand, revealing the Gentleman's Sword. He lightly lifted his foot from the ground and soared into the air, rushing straight towards the two groups of people fighting.

His current lightness skill is no longer the Golden Goose Skill, but has been replaced by Lu Xiaofeng's unique lightness skill - Phoenix Dance in the Nine Heavens.

Suspended in mid-air, his Taoist robe billowed in the wind, elegant and ethereal, as if he had transformed into a phoenix and traversed across the sky.

His sudden appearance immediately attracted the attention of the people fighting below.

"The flag bearer, it's our flag bearer who has made a move!"

"Heavens! The flag bearer has such superb lightness skills. He is probably no less than the Azure-Winged Bat King, one of the Four Guardian Kings!"

Cheers erupted from the Thick Earth Banner, and the atmosphere suddenly became more intense.

In contrast, the Mongol army looked on with horror.

The leading general narrowed his eyes and coldly ordered, "Archers, shoot him down!"

"Yes!"

Immediately, a group of Tartar soldiers stepped forward, drew their bows and nocked arrows, aiming at Yue Zhuoqun, who was crossing the void.

咻咻 咻 ~

In an instant, thousands of arrows flew into the sky, a dark mass covering Yue Zhuoqun's body.

A look of disdain appeared on Yue Zhuoqun's face. He swung his left arm in front of him, and a spiral of internal force roared out. The arrows that filled the sky immediately changed direction and shot down a group of Tatar soldiers who had drawn their bows and arrows.

Immediately afterwards, the Gentleman's Sword emitted a terrifying aura and slashed horizontally.

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The blinding sword light, carrying boundless killing intent, fell to the ground.

Anyone touched by the sword light was instantly split in two.

Although the Fourteen Deadly Swords, unlike the Fifteenth Sword, does not draw upon the power of heaven and earth to form a sword energy dragon, it is still an ominous killing sword.

"What incredible swordsmanship! When did the Ming Cult produce such a master?" The Mongol general's pupils constricted, and he exclaimed in surprise.

There are many famous masters in the Ming Cult, but I've never heard of anyone whose swordsmanship is so amazing!

With a single sword strike, dozens of people were killed; this method was truly terrifying.

"General, don't panic, we'll deal with him."

Four red figures leaped out from behind him, soaring high and pouncing towards Yue Zhuoqun.

These four men, wearing yellow monk hats and red robes, were all foreign monks from the Western Regions and were quite powerful.

The four foreign monks played a significant role in enabling the Mongol army to easily capture the city of Yuanzhou.

The four men used fists, palms, and claws, their attacks accompanied by the sound of wind, clearly indicating that they had received the true teachings of Tantric martial arts.

Their movements are perfectly coordinated, and their sharp moves subtly follow the principles of combined attacks; once entangled, it's very difficult to escape.

Unfortunately, they overestimated themselves and underestimated Yue Zhuoqun.

Faced with this combined attack, Yue Zhuoqun's expression didn't change at all. He simply flicked his longsword, sending out four streaks of cold light.

The four of them didn't even have time to react; it was as if they had come to meet him on their own initiative.

Puff, puff, puff~

His throat was pierced by the sword light on the spot, blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground.

From the moment they unleashed their attacks to their deaths, less than three breaths had passed, a clean and swift execution that left both armies stunned.

The Mongol general's heart pounded wildly. He was the first to react, and the hairs on his body stood on end as he broke out in a cold sweat.

These four Tibetan monks were specially sent by the prince to help him and were his greatest support. However, they were killed in the blink of an eye. How could they dare to stay in the arena for long?

"Retreat!" he shouted, turning his horse around to retreat.

"Retreat? Can you even back out?"

The next moment, Yue Zhuoqun's figure was above his head, and with a swish, his head flew high into the air.

The body galloped more than ten meters with the warhorse before crashing to the ground with a thud.

"Great! The Tartar general is dead! Kill them!"

The Zhou army and the Hou Tu Banner troops, their morale greatly boosted, charged forward with cheers, slaughtering the disheartened Tatar soldiers until only a few hundred managed to escape the city in disarray.

Yue Zhuoqun landed on the street and did not continue to attack.

When the battle ended, the Hou Tu Banner followers surrounded him, their faces filled with admiration.

"Banner Commander, your martial arts are so strong. We were so lucky to have you here in this battle, otherwise we would have been wiped out."

Yue Zhuoqun smiled and said, "It's just killing a few Tartars, nothing to mention. Let's go check on the casualties and bandage the wounded brothers."

"Yes!"

Only then did the crowd suppress their excitement and disperse.

Just then, a mournful cry rang out from Zhou Jun's camp: "My lord, hold on!"