xymnovel Chapter 887 Flying Tiger Traverses the Camp!
Chapter 887 Flying Tiger Traverses the Camp!
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The members of the third team quickly approached Qiao Shefei, An Mixiu, and Ku Fens, firmly blocking them behind them and forming a battle formation.
Dozens of figures, arranged in a staggered pattern, their qi intertwined, formed an impenetrable defensive line, watching Si Yan warily.
Countless thoughts flashed through Si Yan's mind in an instant. Although he had forcefully broken through the combined attack of the three, he was already at his limit.
If he continues to pursue them now, he may be surrounded by the Netherworld Legion, and even he might not be able to escape unscathed.
Moreover, he has a greater responsibility and cannot let a moment of impulse ruin everything.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart. A strong sense of resentment, like a caged beast, roared in his heart, wanting to break free of its restraints.
But he must be patient and wait for a better opportunity!
"Hmph, the heads of you three bandits will remain on your necks for now."
Si Yan snorted angrily and glanced at the three people lying on the ground.
"We'll meet again on the battlefield, and I'll take your lives!"
After saying that, he suddenly pulled on the reins, and the warhorse neighed loudly, its four hooves flying, carrying him across the battlefield like a bolt of lightning.
As he drove, Si Yan couldn't help but look back, his gaze piercing through the swirling dust to land on Qiao Shefei, An Mixiu, and Ku Fens.
As the distance increased, the figures of Qiao Shefei, An Mixiu, and Ku Fens gradually disappeared from Si Yan's sight.
He withdrew his gaze, urged his warhorse to quicken its pace, and soon disappeared at the other end of the battlefield.
After confirming that Si Yan had left, the members of the Netherworld Legion rushed towards Qiao Shefei, An Mixiu, and Ku Fens. Some were busy healing the three of them, while others looked around warily to prevent Si Yan from returning.
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Meanwhile, on the other side, outside the Great Qian reinforcement camp that Si Yan and Yun Xinrou had just left, night fell and the moon hung high in the sky.
At the edge of a dense forest not far from the camp, the sound of steady, powerful hooves broke the stillness of the night, approaching like thunder.
Under the moonlight, a cavalry clad in Flying Tiger armor slowly appeared. It was Li Cunxiao's three thousand Flying Tiger Cavalry and one thousand burly, muscular Yellow Turban warriors. Like ghosts in the night, they silently lurked here, waiting for a command to transform into sharp blades and plunge straight into the enemy ranks.
Li Cunxiao, the leader, rode on his warhorse, holding the Yuwang Spear in his right hand and the Biyan Claw hanging lightly at his side in his left, exuding an aura of dominance over the world.
His black iron armor gleamed with a cold luster under the moonlight, and the tiger stripes seemed to come alive, ferocious and majestic.
The warhorse beneath him trotted restlessly, as if sensing the impending battle, its breath wafting white mist that swirled in the cold night.
Behind him, the three thousand Flying Tiger Riders were all clad in armor, wielding long spears, with sharp blades hanging from their waists. Their warhorses were in perfect formation, and the flying tiger patterns on their armor were lifelike.
Following the Flying Tiger Cavalry stood a thousand Yellow Turban Warriors, tall and strong with muscles like rocks, exuding a primal power. Every breath they took made the surrounding air tremble. They wore yellow battle robes embroidered with mysterious runes.
Wielding massive weapons such as giant axes and hammers, each possessing immense strength, they can tear through enemy armor with their bare hands, making them veritable mobile fortresses on the battlefield.
Beside Li Cunxiao stood Zhang Hao, Liang Fang, Liang Lin, and other generals of the Yellow Turban Army, as imposing as unshakeable mountains.
Zhang Hao was a burly man, like a moving mountain, his iron spear gleaming coldly in the moonlight; Liang Lin, the Flying Tiger Commander, was skilled with a pair of solitary silver hammers, and sat quietly on the Milky Way Beast, whose fur was silver and whose eyes flashed with a fierce light; Liang Fang, the invincible general of the Golden Halberd, held a Phoenix Wing Gilded Axe, with a sharp spearhead in the middle and outward-spreading sides like phoenix wings, shining brightly in the moonlight.
Just then, a member of the Luowang organization, dressed entirely in black robes with spiderweb patterns, appeared like a ghost, his figure appearing and disappearing in the night, as if he had become one with the darkness.
"General Li, the situation has been ascertained; we can proceed!"
The intelligence agent from Luo Wang bowed slightly and whispered to Li Cunxiao the latest intelligence, informing him that they could take action.
Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Li Cunxiao's eyes. He suddenly raised the Yuwang Spear in his right hand, and the bronze-colored giant spear gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight, as if it could devour all light.
"Set foot in the camp!"
He took a deep breath, then let out a long roar to the sky!
"Ding! Li Cunxiao's skill 'Divine General' activated!"
Li Cunxiao's current base martial strength is 110. His weapons, Yuwang Spear and Biyan Claw, grant him +2 martial strength. His warhorse, Molin Qianlihun, grants him +1 martial strength. His skill, General God Effect II, grants +10 martial strength once. He is also in the Charge Formation state. General God Effect III grants +6 martial strength once.
当前李存孝武力值110+2+1+10+5，当前武力值上升至129！」
At Li Cunxiao's command, three thousand Flying Tiger Cavalry erupted instantly, their warhorses neighing and hooves thundering, like an unstoppable iron torrent rushing towards the brightly lit camp not far away.
The thousand Yellow Turban warriors behind them roared repeatedly, their steps heavy yet incredibly fast, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly, as if they were about to crack the earth.
Li Cunxiao, at the very front, took the lead, his entire body enveloped in iron-gray qi. The thick qi was almost tangible, forming an indestructible shield around him.
Holding the Yu King's Spear, he charged forward fearlessly, tearing apart enemy tents and extinguishing campfires wherever he went, leaving chaos in his wake.
The burly Zhang Hao followed closely behind, like a moving mountain. He wielded his iron spear with impenetrable speed, each thrust accompanied by a whooshing sound. Wherever he went, many Daqian reinforcements fell like wheat being harvested, none surviving.
The two brothers, Liang Lin and Liang Fang, also displayed their unique skills. Liang Lin wielded a lone needle-shaped silver hammer, and his hammering technique was fierce and swift.
The Lone Needle Silver Hammer drew silver arcs in the air, each swing accompanied by a thunderous roar, smashing the Great Qian army in front of it to pieces. The warhorse he rode, the Galaxy Beast, was exceptionally swift, its hooves moving with the wind, as if it could cross mountains and rivers.
Liang Fang, on the other hand, wielded the Phoenix Wing Gold Axe. The golden weapon seemed to come alive in his hands, sometimes slashing and sometimes cutting, invincible in its path.
The golden phoenix-winged gilded halberd was wielded like a phoenix spreading its wings, its sharp blade tip gleaming with a cold light, and its two phoenix wings on both sides indicating that it was slashing and sweeping away all enemies in front of it.
The Yellow Turban warriors behind them were not to be outdone, wielding various heavy weapons and charging towards the enemy like wolves and tigers.
The Yellow Turban warriors, who were already skilled in foot combat, possessed astonishing strength. With each attack, they could cause a large number of enemy soldiers to scream in agony and be routed.
Led by Li Cunxiao, the three thousand Flying Tiger Cavalry were like an unstoppable iron torrent. They held long spears, short blades at their waists, and their powerful warhorses neighed like thunder, their hooves thundering and making the entire valley rumble.
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