Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Xi Heng had already used this move to gain the upper hand, flicking his longsword to draw blood and then suppressing the enemy.

Just as Zuo Shengan deflected the sword energy, another dagger was already upon him.

"Yueyin!"

The sword blade sliced ​​through the air, and a red line followed by a white mark appeared simultaneously.

After receiving dozens of attacks, she had figured out how the white mark on her opponent's hand was triggered, and naturally she was able to try to use it as well.

Zuo Shen was even more surprised when he saw the white mark.

He raised his sword to try to block, but Xi Heng's powerful thrust of the Yueyin Sword was extremely strong. In just an instant, the blade snapped in two with a crack.

The long blade shattered into two pieces, the sword tip piercing through the long saber and piercing the enemy's chest, penetrating the opponent's internal energy and light armor, and entering flesh and blood.

Just as she watched the longsword about to pierce her armor and penetrate her heart—

An unexpected ringing sound stopped the attack.

The sword tip stopped at the enemy's chest, unable to advance any further. Even though the immense force had dented the flesh of the chest, it still couldn't make any progress.

Something hard blocked her attack.

She had a similar experience when she faced Yan Yinmu before.

Now we're doing it all over again.

Could it be that each of these martial arts masters from Yanmeng Kingdom, who have reached the Transformation Realm, carries a powerful protective item? She couldn't help but wonder.

However, there was no time to think about it now. After a moment, Xi Heng mustered his strength and slashed the sword to the side.

The enemy before them was not the same burly female general as before; her internal energy was weaker, and her defense was not strong.

The red and white blades sliced ​​through the protective energy barrier, leaving a hideous bloodstain on his chest.

The enemy, in pain, repeatedly bent over and retreated. As he swayed, a blood-red sword aura attacked again, but he fiercely raised his broken sword and shattered it.

He bore a sword wound to his chest, and his heart ached unbearably from the attack of the sword's intent, yet he showed no panic. He merely brushed his face with his slender, bony left hand, raised his head revealing intense killing intent in his deep black eyes, and uttered several cold, devoid of any laughter:

"In my twenty-four years of life, this is the first time I have encountered a formidable enemy in the same realm."

"Princess of the Great Zhao Dynasty, may I ask... how old are you?"

Xi Heng let out a soft laugh, and as he twirled his sword, he uttered the two words "nineteen" in a frank and open manner.

However, if we consider her mental age, she is probably already twenty-five years old.

"When will you achieve the Transformation Realm?"

The other person was very curious, and even gave a sad and desolate smile.

He probably doesn't laugh often, so much so that now when he does laugh, he looks like a ghost.

Xi Heng wanted to cut off the strange man's head even more.

However, she still took pity on him and decided to let him die knowing why, so she gave him a few simple words in response.

"Only one year? One year..." The madman suddenly began to sigh and lament again:

"I, Zuo Shen, started learning martial arts at the age of twelve, achieved mastery of Ming Jin at thirteen, and mastery of An Jin at fifteen. Counting it up, it has been eight years since I achieved Hua Jin..."

"But you have only been at the Transformation Realm for a year, yet you have reached the legendary Celestial Realm. I have never stopped pursuing the Way of the Sword, but I have not yet touched the edge of the Celestial Realm."

He considered himself to be the most talented man in the world, but after a sword fight, he finally realized that there are always people more talented than him.

“However, even with such a disparity, I will still kill you—” Zuo Shen immediately raised his eyes and turned his head, gripping the broken sword with both hands and bringing it back to his shoulders.

"You're not qualified to kill me," Xi Heng replied calmly.

This straightforward and simple sentence provoked the other party to become extremely angry and frantic.

The ferocious smile froze instantly, his teeth clenched so tightly that his facial muscles tensed, and his wide, angry eyes glared at him, adding a touch of hatred to his murderous intent.

"I will kill you!" he growled like a wild beast.

At the same time, the heavily armored cavalry behind him charged forward as if they had suddenly received an order.

Upon seeing this, Xi Heng's soldiers also began to charge.

The shouts of battle from both sides resounded through the heavens, and the echoing sound of horses' hooves was like an earthquake.

Before the two armies clashed, the enemy general stomped the ground to create a depression, and with a swift movement, transformed into a figure invisible to ordinary people, swooping down like an eagle hunting its prey.

That broken blade was like the eagle's giant claw; just by extending it forward, it exuded a strong sense of threat.

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

She raised her sword and deflected the blade, about to retaliate, when she saw her opponent suddenly turn around and use extremely fast light footwork to go in another direction.

In an instant, it stabbed straight at the side.

Xi Heng narrowed his eyes and also used his light footwork to dodge.

The next instant, the enemy's figure flashed past, and in the blink of an eye, he was behind her again, thrusting his sword forward—

In terms of pure lightness skill and movement techniques, this person is indeed a step faster than her.

The lightness skill that Xi Heng is currently using is the one he learned from Senior Sister Hong Miao at the Red Thread Sword Academy. It doesn't involve any special footwork or internal force; he relies purely on his internal energy to increase his speed to the extreme.

The opponent's movements were unpredictable. On the surface, it seemed like he was going to step to the left, but he could actually move backward as if he were taking a moonwalk.

Xi Heng thus misjudged several angles of attack, and the sword blade failed to completely block his broken blade, leaving a thin slit in his body where the internal energy had been cleaved.

Meanwhile, the cavalry of both sides had already engaged in battle, and both sides seemed to be on the same page, making way for the two martial arts masters at the Transformation Realm.

The cavalrymen simply darted back and forth on both sides, hacking and slashing at each other, making a ruckus as they fought.

Xi Heng stood still, yet attacks came from all directions. As he spun around and wielded his sword to parry the blows, a sudden flash of inspiration struck him, revealing a weakness that could kill his enemy.

She threw her sword forward, but her opponent neither blocked nor dodged, and the sword went straight down—the sharp tip pierced through her neck.

The next instant, the broken sword held by the enemy was about to fall to her waist.

"A sword of self-sacrifice?" Xi Heng's gaze sharpened.

This sword contains almost all of the enemy's strength, and it is likely to break through their protective defenses.

Xi Heng slightly raised his left hand and pinched his fingers, creating a protective barrier that consumed nearly a thousand units of spiritual energy in front of him.

The enemy's blade became stuck, and she swiftly swung her sword, slicing through the man's neck and severing half of his neck—

When the sword's power takes effect, the enemy's mind is injured, making it difficult to neutralize the force and stop the bleeding.

As the blade fell, the head, with only half a neck connecting it to the body, swayed, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

By this moment, the enemy's consciousness was completely scattered, and his internal energy was in complete disarray.

But the broken sword was still exerting force forward.

Xi Heng lowered his gaze, and then heard a cracking sound like glass shattering.

The shield, composed of thousands of spiritual energies, was shattered by a single sword strike.

A broken sword cannot withstand the immense force of the attack and will shatter into pieces as it breaks through obstacles.

In the end, only the hilt of the knife remained, striking the protective force.

Even so, the hilt of the knife could still leave a white mark in the air. When attacked by a force, it was violently shaken and almost torn apart.

Xi Heng circulated his dantian qi and blood, and after consuming a large amount of internal energy, he finally managed to barely block the sword.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the sword hilt finally stop and the thin figure in front of her fall backward to the ground.

"Without the shield of the Blazing Spirit Heavenly Law, I might have really been seriously injured... A guy who can use a self-sacrificing move is really hard to deal with."

She now truly understands how those warriors who faced her self-sacrificing sword felt back then.

It's probably about cursing someone as a madman in your mind, and then doing everything you can to escape or resist.

Xi Heng stepped forward, approaching the enemy who had fallen to the ground, spitting blood, his eyes glazed over as if he were already dead.

The blade was held in reverse with both hands and pressed straight down.

Without the obstruction of internal energy, the sharp blade pierced through the brow and head with remarkable fluidity.

He unleashed his transformative power, stirring the enemy's skull until the entire brain cavity was in chaos, before relaxing his body.

This person is quite difficult to deal with. After getting entangled with him for so many moves and taking several sword strikes, she has already depleted half of her internal energy.

She crouched down and began looting corpses in the only open area of ​​the entire battlefield.

Broken sword, scabbard, clothes...

This person was dressed in light, practical clothing, and had no miscellaneous items such as brocade pouches or money bags hanging from his waist. It seemed that he had nothing else besides his martial arts skills and swords.

Xi Heng found only a hard object in the other person's heart.

It was this very object that blocked her sword strike that pierced through the air.

She initially thought it was a hard breastplate made in some unknown way, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a dark scale the size of a palm.

"Hmm?" Xi Heng looked it over from side to side, then ran his sword along the blade and tapped it.

Even after being struck with overwhelming force, the scales remained unbroken, showing no signs of splitting.

"Although the Northern Yan Meng Kingdom's army does not possess magic, it does have something that can withstand the full-force attack of a martial artist at the Transformation Realm, far surpassing that of ordinary martial artists..."

"Are these indestructible scales passed down from ancient times? Or are there still one or two powerful beasts in the world whose scales Yan Mengren peeled off from them?" She made a casual guess and then put it away.

"Let's interrogate the prisoners after the battle."

If the prisoners captured now do not know the origin of this item, you can ask them again when they reach the Transformation Realm.

Xi Heng nodded slightly, stood up again, and glanced at the chaotic scene of battle around him.

The cavalry of both sides charged at each other, and now they were almost completely intertwined. It was no longer possible to use wide-range moves to kill hundreds of enemies directly, otherwise a large number of friendly troops would be accidentally injured.

But it doesn’t matter.

She could kill them one by one—

……

In this battle, the cavalry clashed, and both armies fought fiercely.

With Xi Heng providing support from various directions, the situation for the Zhao army was relatively good, but the casualties were still several times greater than when they attacked the main camp before.

Regardless, her heavy cavalry was fewer in number than Yan Meng's, and they were outmatched in terms of equipment. Even though their morale was higher due to the superiority of their generals, the cavalry could not exert their military strength in the clashes, so they failed to widen the gap in casualties between the two sides.

It wasn't until Xi Heng joined the battle, transforming into a blood-red shadow and launching surprise attacks and killings everywhere, that the Zhao army gained the upper hand in just two or three minutes, killing nearly a hundred people.

Wherever the sword passes, even if the enemy is wearing heavy armor, their head will be severed amidst the sparks of metal clashing, and they will roll to the ground.

The difference in casualties between the two sides widened until half of the enemy cavalry fell to the ground, at which point they finally retreated and fled.

This time, Xi Heng did not order her soldiers to pursue closely, not only because cavalry were difficult to catch, but also because her internal energy had been almost completely depleted during the surprise attack that killed the enemy cavalry.

When fighting infantry, the enemy will often be grouped together in formation. As long as the number of people is dense enough and the moves are executed perfectly, it is not impossible to wipe out thousands in one strike.

However, the cavalrymen who had charged into battle were extremely scattered. Just using their light-footed skills to raise their swords and strike to break through the armor would consume a certain amount of their internal energy.

Even if she were to reach the pinnacle of her internal energy cultivation, she could only kill five or six hundred people.

Now, even killing three hundred is not enough to sustain the effort.

Xi Heng gazed at the enemy's rout from afar, then turned around and looked around. He saw that besides the enemy's corpses, there were also many friendly soldiers who had died on the battlefield.

Encountering elite enemy troops is inevitable.

She didn't take it to heart, only ordering her soldiers to quickly clear the battlefield, pile up the enemy corpses, identify the friendly bodies, and then order the orderly in the distant camp to bring tools and bury them on the spot.

A moment later, the number of casualties was roughly listed.

The enemy suffered over a thousand casualties in the battle, while our side lost six hundred.

Xi Heng recited a rebirth mantra she had read in a Taoist sorcerer's scripture for the fallen allies. Regardless of whether the mantra was effective or not, when this royal princess with supernatural powers recited it, it naturally had a considerable comforting effect on the other soldiers.

With each victory, the respect her soldiers held for her grew ever deeper.

At this point, it is already unparalleled.

Many people even secretly believed that the princess was a goddess descended from heaven and would surely save the Zhao dynasty.

Afterwards, Xi Heng ordered his deputy to lead the troops back to camp to rest, while he himself remained on the battlefield to continue his work, burning the enemy's corpses to turn them into spirit stones.

To be fair, the elite cavalry of Yanmeng Kingdom were indeed of better physical quality than ordinary people. Even though there were only a thousand or so corpses, most of which were badly damaged and had lost too much blood, they could still fill almost three spirit stones.

The recent continuous fighting behind enemy lines has increased her spirit stone reserves to twenty.