Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Countless heads, like apples falling from a tree under the pull of gravity, lay scattered on the ground.

The next instant, a horse's hoof stepped on a head, and the heavily armored general on horseback swung his long-handled broadsword around her and swung it fiercely.

Xi Heng stepped back, and the enemy general's slash failed to even touch the hem of her clothes. Instead, it sent several ordinary infantrymen flying and flying far away.

"I am Lu Wengnu, a man from Langshan in Mongolia! Come and fight me!" The man pulled on the reins, and his armored horse reared up, neighing loudly.

The broadsword spun in his hand, the wind howling. The blade was thick and the handle was dark. Judging from its appearance, it weighed at least a hundred pounds. An ordinary person would probably be injured if he brushed against it, and die if he touched it.

On the battlefield, a heavy cavalryman wielding a long-handled broadsword would disrupt the forces of whichever side he went.

However, in Xi Heng's eyes, it was nothing special.

She ignored the man's voice and, provoked, calmly unleashed her sword energy.

The enemy general swung his broadsword, severing the sword energy, and the resulting gust of wind made her squint slightly.

"His qi and blood seem to be thicker than ordinary people; is he a person born with superhuman strength?"

Although he was not at the level of Hua Jin, it seemed that this person had already surpassed the level of ordinary Yin Jin masters simply by relying on strength.

Xi Heng estimated that killing this person quickly might require using the Sword of Beyond Sound, which would consume a lot of energy.

In the battlefield, it's best to conserve your strength to fight longer.

Looking at the other party's imposing posture, Xi Heng casually pondered for a moment, then magically made the left sword disappear, and then drew a flying sword from behind his back.

A spirit stone suddenly appeared, slicing across the rough-looking blade of the sword.

Instantly, the flying sword burst into flames as if doused with a bucket of kerosene, roaring loudly.

The burly man before him faced him seriously, holding his broadsword upright with both hands, facing the strange fire sword that was flying up.

Xi Heng rotated his sword finger, and the flying sword that had been drawing circles in the sky accelerated rapidly, turning into a meteor as it pierced towards the enemy general.

The man roared, his voice deafening, and swung his broadsword around before smashing it straight down at the flying sword.

Suddenly, the flying sword turned at an unpredictable angle without warning, bypassing the broadsword and stabbing towards the chest.

Metal clashed, producing a clang and sparks.

The man forcefully blocked the flying sword's momentum, and the sword, which was not particularly sharp, actually paused for a moment.

Xi Heng used his sword to kill another general who had taken the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, and then pushed the sword forward again.

The flying sword struck again with tremendous force, knocking the fully armored general to the ground.

He fell to the ground in heavy armor, desperately trying to get up, and swung his flying sword around once before stabbing again.

Although the opponent was burly, his long-handled broadsword spun without any hesitation. He aimed the blade at the flying sword and deflected it several meters away. He then swung the sword again and sent the sword flying far away once more.

He realized that the fire sword was only being driven by Xi Heng, and it kept trying to get closer.

Xi Heng's main body also stepped forward, and at the same time, he turned his sword finger to command the flying sword to attack again.

The long-handled broadsword came crashing down, but the girl nimbly dodged it.

Xi Heng used his lightness skill to accelerate his approach, his right arm slightly braced, and aimed directly at the gap in the armor under the opponent's armpit without any concealment, thrusting straight at him.

The blade pierced through without any obstruction, and the enemy general lunged forward with his arm, only to be repelled once more by the flying sword.

Xi Heng manipulated the flying sword, launching an attack along with his main body.

As sword marks were slashed across the enemy general's armor, her control over the flying sword became increasingly proficient.

In the final few moves, she was able to use her flying sword to clear out the surrounding soldiers before helping herself deal with the formidable enemy before her.

Xi Heng aimed at the enemy general's neck and thrust his sharp blade into the gap in the armor—

A piercing shriek, accompanied by a hissing sound as sharp as flesh, pierced the neck and withdrew with a splash of blood.

Despite being attacked in the neck and bleeding profusely, the man still managed to muster his last strength to move, ultimately wielding his longsword in a sweeping motion.

Xi Heng held his single sword upright in front of him to block the massive blade as it hurtled down.

Clang——

The immense force flowed through his arms and throughout his entire body.

The sword tip pierced the ground, and due to the distance, it slid backward a meter.

At the same time, the enemy general finally fell to the ground, lifeless.

An enemy soldier attacked from behind, but she pierced his chest with a flying sword with a flick of her finger.

The flaming sword continued to swing wildly as the sword finger turned, hovering around the body like a floating cannon. Anyone who got close would be killed instantly.

Xi Heng patted his dusty clothes and stood up again.

From the moment the other party appeared, she didn't take him seriously at all, only using him to test the effects of flying swords on these ordinary martial artists.

"With skillful operation, it's not difficult to defeat a Dark Force martial artist using a flying sword, but it may not be very effective against a Transformation Force martial artist, although it can still play a certain restraining role... If a fire technique is properly applied, it can also injure a Transformation Force cultivator." Xi Heng roughly came to the conclusion.

As he muttered to himself, his flying sword killed several more attacking enemies.

Xi Heng looked back, thinking that he had already established his authority by killing the general and that the enemy army should have already retreated.

But what they saw was an endless stream of Yan Meng's army continuing to charge.

"Can't they all be killed?" she clicked her tongue.

However, this is the heart of the battlefield, so it's normal for enemies to keep coming.

She had only killed two or three hundred people. Even if she continued to kill thousands more, the enemy's formation would not appear empty as long as it remained intact.

The key to fighting a war is not the enemy soldiers, but the enemy's formation and tactics—Xi Heng had read military books several times and knew the most basic aspects of warfare.

The quickest way to break the enemy's formation is to kill the general and officers, so that the ordinary soldiers are not given orders. Then, by displaying some power, the enemy will be discouraged and retreat. Once this chain reaction is triggered, the enemy army will collapse, and victory can be achieved.

But killing the enemy general is no easy task.

Unlike Fang Tiande, General Yan Mengguo was not someone whose moves had been figured out and who could be killed however he wanted.

It's best to be cautious when facing a genuine, unfamiliar expert; you can't just charge straight through the army.

If it is difficult to kill the enemy's general, then it is impossible to destroy the enemy's formation in the most direct way.

We can only try another, more troublesome method...

Xi Heng's deep red eyes flashed as he quickly glanced around, his gaze settling on the countless enemy soldiers around him.

Among them were elite soldiers in heavy armor at the front, as well as cavalry charging and light cavalry with bows running around, occasionally shooting a hidden arrow.

Meanwhile, martial arts masters who had achieved the highest level of Ming Jin or An Jin were also caught up in this most chaotic battlefield of close combat.

Xi Heng subconsciously ignored the roars and cries of pain around him, his eyes filled with intense killing intent as he focused on these people.

Her pale lips and the corners of her mouth were inexplicably slightly upturned.

The curvature is so small that it is almost imperceptible unless you look very closely.

If there were other living people around, they might think she still had a cold demeanor.

However, my heart rate has gradually increased.

"How many people do I have to kill to end this war?"

He pointed his sword and propelled the fire sword in the air back to its scabbard behind him, where it was firmly closed.

He reached forward with his left hand and grasped a blood-stained longsword in mid-air.

The killing intent, accompanied by demonic energy, spread throughout his body along with his blood and qi, radiating a faint red hue.

……

I do not know how long it has been.

Maybe it will take five or six minutes, maybe fifteen minutes, or maybe half an hour...

With his killing intent taking over his entire body, Xi Heng had relaxed his perception of other things.

All I remember is that there seemed to be countless heads piled up in front of me.

Each one, with its unique face, detached from its body and flew freely into the sky, its color stained by the blood spurting from below. It was propelled to spin once before finally crashing to the ground.

The convulsing corpses covered the ground, and when you stepped on them, the ground was mostly soft rather than firm.

Blood dripped and flowed down the ground, gradually gathering into a small stream.

A wooden gun was tilted up and floated up.

The calm surface of the pool of blood reflects the battlefield scene above.

The cold glint of the blood-stained swords flashed, and the blood gushing from the sword wounds slid through the air, spreading across the surface of the gleaming armor.

Xi Heng now understood the benefits of this kind of armor for generals, which was covered with scales.

No need to worry about blood or dirt on your nail tips; just wipe them with a cloth and they'll be clean and shiny again.

Gently licking the warm blood from the corner of her mouth, the female warrior from Yanmeng Kingdom covered her bleeding neck with both hands and slowly knelt down.

"What number is this?"

"If we're talking about internal strength martial artists, there should be twelve? Fourteen?"

Because he had devoted too much energy to pure killing, Xi Heng had become somewhat forgetful.

As for the Ming Dynasty's elite generals, heavily armored cavalry and infantry, or ordinary soldiers, it's impossible to even count how many they've killed.

At least for now, the enemy has finally stopped daring to approach.

Covered in blood and exuding murderous intent, Xi Heng resembled a demon from hell. Wherever his crimson eyes looked, the soldiers there would panic and retreat in droves.

"Shura, Shura..."

These Yanmeng soldiers were quite brave, some of them even unafraid of death.

But what they are not afraid of are only ordinary mortals.

In their national beliefs, even if someone is thrown into a vat of boiling oil by the King of Hell because of the evil deeds they committed in their previous life, their comrades who shared life and death with them will grab them by the hair and help them up to heaven. Therefore, most people in Yanmeng Kingdom have long hair tied in thick braids.

But since there is a place called Hell in the mythology of Yanmeng Kingdom, there are naturally also legends of demons and monsters.

At this moment, Xi Heng, standing before them, seemed more like a demon from hell than a human.

The Asura demons are descendants of Hades, the King of the Underworld. Legend has it that those killed by the Asura demons will be forever trapped in the deepest part of hell, unable to escape.

The royal family of Yanmeng Kingdom, surnamed Yan, is said to have a trace of Asura blood.

Therefore, the punishments of the Yan Meng royal family had a certain deterrent effect, even on the bravest generals in the army.

When Xi Heng heard the word "Shura," he simply tilted his head.

She paid no attention to what the group was saying, and simply continued to raise her longsword, pointing it steadily at her enemy.

"Kill," the beautiful young woman whispered.

He stepped forward in leather boots, wielding his twin swords in a twirl.

Blood splattered, and a red line formed a ring around it, shining brightly.

The ring is fleeting.

Then, blood lines appeared on the bodies of everyone who was struck by the ring.

Whether beheaded or cleaved in two from the chest, the figures standing on all sides fell one after another within seconds.

Except for one person.

Xi Heng heard the sound of the sword energy being blocked and turned around to look.

Then she saw an enemy general, covered in blood just like her, slowly walking towards her, holding a Miao sword.

She recognized the man as Yan Yinshu, the powerful expert who had just challenged General He, the military governor of Zhao, on the battlefield.

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Chapter 105, A Chance Encounter

The autumn breeze, which should have been refreshing, was instead tinged with a stench of blood and thus felt heavy and oppressive.

The salty smell of fresh blood permeated the ground, and the still pool of blood lying on the ground rippled with each drop of blood.

In the sunlight, the ripples reflected the image of an enemy general, clad in blood-stained leather armor, thin in stature, with his long hair tied into a rope-like braid.

This man had thin eyebrows and beard, a few wrinkles on his face from the passage of time, deep black eyes, a pointed nose, and a long forehead.

Beneath his slightly furrowed brows, his eyes were sharp as a wolf's, and the slender Miao knife in his right hand was also dripping with blood.