Chapter 102

  "Hmph!" The barbarian general didn't take Jiang Mo seriously at all, and let out a cold hum, tilting his head to glance at him with the corner of his eye, while swinging his iron hammer with one hand, producing a low-pitched humming sound.

  Jiang Mo's weapon was just a sword, until he stood in front of the barbarian general and slowly drew it out, then stretched out his arm, with the sword tip pointing directly at the barbarian general's neck.

  His movements were slow, and in the eyes of the barbarian general, this was simply a humiliation to himself. A fierce light flashed in the barbarian general's eyes, without warning, he suddenly let out a strange cry, and the iron hammer that had been swung with great force struck Jiang Mo's chest.

  The iron hammer was extremely fast and its force was astonishing, but Jiang Mo didn't panic. When the iron hammer flew close to him, he swung his sword outward with a "ding" sound, and the huge iron hammer head was actually blocked by his single sword.

  Goodness! This man has a lot of strength! Meng Jiang was shocked, his face revealed surprise, and his two eyes stared at Jiang Mo tightly.

  He parried the opponent's iron hammer with one sword, his expression relaxed, and the momentum of the Wind Army on the city wall rose rapidly. The shouting sound rang out again on the city wall, and at the same time, the war drums thundered, almost continuously.

  "Drink!" This time, Man Jiang put away his disdainful heart and let out a loud "Huh", the iron hammer striking towards Jiang Mo once again.

  Jiang Mo Ke didn't take the beating passively. The moment the hammer flew towards him, he swung his sword horizontally with a loud whoosh. At the same time, his spiritual energy fluctuated and a wave of spiritual energy shot out, colliding directly with the hammerhead of the chain hammer. A crisp "ding" sound was heard as the hammerhead bounced upwards by more than three feet. The spiritual energy didn't dissipate, continuing to sweep towards the barbarian general's chest.

  "Darkness cried out in awe! The fierce general had unleashed his true skills, he leaped high into the air, watching as he split the spiritual wave open. He was still suspended in mid-air when his spiritual energy dispersed and his armor condensed into being. At the same time, the chain hammer in his hand came crashing down towards Jiang Mo's head, its originally smooth surface suddenly sprouting countless silver iron spikes during flight. The whistling sound was ear-piercing, the momentum shocking."

  The opponent brought out their true skills, and Jiang Mo didn't hold back either. The Ling Cui and the Bing Zhi's spirit simultaneously transformed, and the pure black armor emitted a faint dark glow under the sunlight. The originally silver-white sword at his waist also transformed into a long and slender black sword. As he saw the hammerhead flying towards him, he thrust the black spear in his hand fiercely towards it.

  Right!

  The sharp point of the black thorn was right in the center of the hammer head, and this sudden loud noise was like a thunderclap on the ground, even the soldiers from both sides who were far away from the battlefield felt their eardrums ache.

  A fierce and intense collision between two sides, with victory and defeat decided in an instant.

  Jiang Mo stumbled backward, his feet tapping out a rapid retreat of three steps, and the flying hammerhead rebounded back towards the barbarian general's chest with an unexpected force. The latter was caught off guard, unprepared, and before he could react, the hammerhead arrived in front of him, accompanied by a dull thud. The hammerhead heavily smashed into the barbarian general's chest, its force so great that it almost shattered the spiritual armor on his chest. His body, suspended in mid-air, plummeted downward like a kite with a broken string.

  Plop!

  The majestic body of the barbarian was already enormous, and with a suit of divine armor, when he landed on the ground, it sank into a huge pit.

  "Roar!" The barbarian general, who was also a big shot in the city-state of Bessa, had always been lawless and tyrannical. When he was beaten so miserably for the first time, he didn't stop for a moment after falling to the ground. He suddenly jumped up again, letting out a beast-like howl, baring his teeth and pouncing on Jiang Mo with his claws out.

  Jiang Mo's rhythm remains the same, when the enemy is not close, his movements are slow and abnormal, but once the enemy approaches, his actions instantly become as fast as lightning.

  He saw the figure flash to the side, easily avoiding the barbarian general's blade. The latter was enraged and turned back, charging at him again. Jiang Mo still didn't counterattack or block, only relying on his agile movements to dodge repeatedly.

  Once or twice was like this, but ten times, twenty times were still the same. It seemed that he didn't take his opponent seriously at all. He said it was a fight, but in fact, it was more like teasing his opponent. The barbarian was thoroughly enraged, his eyes were bloodshot, and both of his glasses turned crimson red. The angry shouts and curses he let out were endless.

  At this time, the Wind Army on the city wall saw that Jiang Mo had the upper hand, and the cheering voices and the thunderous drums were even more powerful. The barbarian army was not to be outdone, and the shouts of over 50,000 people were in no way weaker than those of the Wind Army.

  After fighting for more than 20 rounds, the barbarian general's momentum gradually weakened, and he had already started panting heavily. On the other hand, Jiang Mo, from start to finish, had hardly wasted any energy except for dodging and jumping around, his physical strength and spiritual energy still abundant.

  Seeing the opponent's movements were far from as fierce as they were at the beginning, Jiang Mo hid a smile in the corner of his mouth under his helmet and thought to himself that an opportunity had come. He dodged the barbarian general's fierce attack once again, and just as the opponent paused for a moment, he let out a mocking laugh: "What? Is this all you've got?"

  Couldn't understand what he was saying, but could hear the disdain in his tone. Suddenly, his vital energy surged up, and before he could even catch his breath, he let out a strange cry and launched another attack at Jiang Mo.

  This time Jiang Mo did not dodge, but instead stared straight at the barbarian general as he charged forward, using his iron pike to thrust directly into his own chest.

  You're looking for death! The fierce general Jiang Mo no longer dodged, using up the remaining 20% of his strength that he had been holding back. This stab, he held nothing back, putting all his might into it.

  Hiss!

  The iron cone broke through the wind, emitting a sharp whistle.

  He watched as the iron pike in his hand pierced Jiang Mo's chest, but he didn't feel any sensation of breaking through armor and entering flesh. At that moment, the barbarian general suddenly felt a chill in his chest, as if something had pierced his own body.

  He instinctively looked down and saw a black long thorn protruding from the pit of his chest, as if a black thorn had grown out of his body.

  "What's going on?!"

  The barbarian was left speechless, stunned on the spot, unable to utter a single word. At this moment, he also lost the strength to speak, and his life was rapidly draining from his body.

  Jiang Mo stood right behind him, their bodies almost stuck together. The black thorn pierced through the back of Manjiang's heart, penetrating his heart and coming out from the front of his chest. This was a fatal blow.

  Until death, the barbarian general never figured out how Jiang Mo had run to his back, and this was also where the eerie and terrifying aspect of Dark Shadow Drift lay.

  Plop!

  The body of the barbarian general fell to the ground, and Jiang Mo took advantage of the momentum to pull out the black thorn. He casually shook off the blood beads on the thorn, looked up and glanced at the barbarian army camp, and shouted loudly: "Who else will come out and fight me?"

  "Whoa!" - His shout awakened the opposing soldiers, and a commotion broke out on the battlefield. The Wind Army's side naturally cheered wildly, while the barbarian army's side let out a string of cries of surprise.

  The commander of the barbarian army was a middle-aged man in his forties, sitting on his warhorse, observing the situation on the battlefield with clarity. It wasn't until Jiang Mo used his Shadow Drift skill that he realized this person was an Dark Cultivator. As far as he knew, there was only one Dark Cultivator in Pingyuan County, and that was Tang Yin, the county governor.

  At this time, the commander of the barbarian army mistook Jiang Mo for Tang Yin and abandoned his idea of continuing to send generals to fight him one-on-one. He waved his arm forward and shouted loudly: "Attack the city! Whoever it is, as long as he takes down this man's head, all the spoils of war will belong to him after breaking into the city!"

  The words were too tempting for the barbarian soldiers and generals, and as his voice spread, the orders were transmitted in all directions. The more than 50,000 barbarian soldiers let out a shocking roar and charged towards the border city together.

  Fifty thousand men can be described as a sea of people. Standing on the city wall, looking at the galloping cavalry, it was like waves rushing forward to meet us head-on.

  Jiang Mo frowned, still standing at the front of the formation. He had intended to hold off the enemy for a while longer, but there were too many barbarian soldiers. From a distance, it didn't seem like much, but as they drew closer, his field of vision was filled with nothing but barbarian soldiers and generals. The overwhelming pressure that came with being charged at head-on was something even a skilled martial artist like himself couldn't withstand.

  Jiang Mo swung the black thorn in his hand, sweeping out three waves of spiritual energy, cutting down a row of barbarian soldiers who were charging at the front. He didn't hesitate and quickly retreated, running towards the city gate. Man Bin was fast, but not faster than Jiang Mo. With a few swift steps, he left the barbarian soldiers far behind. When he reached the city gate, before he could even shout, the gate had already opened a slit. Jiang Mo didn't even pause, directly slipping inside sideways. As soon as he entered the city, the gate was closed and the sound of creaking gates echoed from within.

  At the same time, the Wind Army on the city wall made preparations for battle, with logs and rocks placed in pairs, oil-soaked torches lined up, and soldiers with swords drawn from their scabbards and bows strung, waiting only for the order to attack.

  Qiu Zhen silently calculated the distance of the enemy army. When the vanguard of the barbarian soldiers was only fifty meters away from the city wall, he picked up the command flag and waved it vigorously, shouting: "Release arrows!"

  "Release arrow, release arrow, release arrow"

  The herald's voice rose and fell in a continuous stream, followed closely by the twang of bowstrings.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Ten thousand arrows shot from the city wall, pouring down like raindrops.

  The barbarian soldiers running in the front were the first to bear the brunt, with hundreds of people being shot by the flying arrows, many barbarians were hit by dozens or even tens of arrows, like a hedgehog falling into the blood pool, and never got up again. The barbarian soldiers behind seemed not to have seen it, trampling on the bodies of their companions and continuing to charge forward.

  The barbarian soldiers were exceptionally fierce and physically strong, many people even if they were shot with multiple arrows as long as they didn't hit a vital spot could continue to charge and fight, the arrow formation couldn't stop their impact.

  Soon, the barbarian soldiers rushed to the foot of the city wall, and a ladder was set up. The barbarian soldiers swarmed up like ants, and at this time, the rolling logs and stones on the city wall were put into use. Large and small stones and logs fell down continuously, and the barbarian soldiers climbing the ladder were often hit by them, screaming as they rolled off the ladder. After falling to the ground, they didn't even have time to moan for help before being trampled into a pulp by their comrades who rushed up afterwards.

  On the battlefield, life is so insignificant, and a person who was full of energy just a moment ago may become a bloody corpse in an instant.

  The madness of the barbarian soldiers was stimulating every nerve of the Wind Army, including Qiu Zhen.

  Watching the arrow arrays, rolling logs and boulders all fail to organize the barbarian army's charge, Qiu Zhen raised his command flag again, preparing to order the ignition of the fire oil.

  At this moment, Zuo Muqing suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the wrist of Qiu's hand holding the command flag, saying: "Lord Qiu, wait a minute!"

  I'm very sorry today, there was a problem with the network, and it's been delayed until now to update.