funbook-pk Chapter 163 Battle of Nanyang
Chapter 163 Battle of Nanyang
After the two returned to their room, Daya quickly took out several bottles of pills from her bag and placed them on the table.
Blood Clotting Pill, Azure Sea Pill, Heart-Clearing Pill, Rejuvenating Pill, and Jade Dew Pill—each one is an incomparably precious healing elixir.
However, these elixirs seemed to be ineffective in treating the old general's condition.
Daya frowned and looked at Xiaoyue: "Xiaoyue, what do you think we should do?"
Xiaoyue shook her head, her eyes full of confusion: "Sister Daya, I don't know either."
The old general's pulse was getting weaker and weaker, and I... I really didn't know what to do.
Daya hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke: "This... the old general's pulse is already showing signs of weakening. At most... at most two years."
Xiaoyue added in a low voice, "It might only be a year; it depends on the old general's fate."
Daya gazed out the window, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes: "Alas... it's a pity that our medical skills are still too shallow."
"If Xiaoya were here, she would definitely have a way."
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyue felt a deep sense of self-reproach.
"Yes, we used to only focus on practicing martial arts, but we neglected the importance of medical skills."
Unfortunately, we don't have that much time to study, and now, facing such a problem, we realize how powerless we are.
I should have studied medicine more in the past.
Da Ya sighed, "Martial arts skills need to be practiced, and medical skills also need to be learned. Unfortunately, we don't have enough time to do both."
The two of them stayed quietly in the room, each lost in their own thoughts.
After a moment of silence, Daya spoke first: "Xiaoyue, let's meditate and practice the healing technique again, and see if we can find a suitable method."
Xiaoyue nodded when she heard Daya say that.
The two of them sat down in the room and began to meditate, practicing the Linglong Divine Skill.
I practiced all the healing techniques inside again.
In contrast to the current situation in Jiaxian County, Nanyang City on the southern border of Ling Kingdom is engulfed in flames of war.
On the border of the Ling Kingdom, Nanyang City stands like an impregnable fortress on the vast land.
But at this moment, the city is facing unprecedented challenges.
The warriors of Ling Kingdom clashed fiercely with the Qin army here.
King Ling, the ruler of the Ling Kingdom.
Dressed in red armor and wielding a sword called Lingxiao, he looked like a god descending to earth.
He was accompanied by four spirit stars—the Poetry Spirit Star, the Wine Spirit Star, the Flower Spirit Star, and the Tea Spirit Star.
The four spirit stars each held a weapon, ready for battle.
Sima Xin, the great general of Qin, led an army of 30,000 men and advanced menacingly towards Nanyang City.
Their soldiers, clad in black armor, loomed over the battlefield like a dark cloud of death.
Sima Xin, wielding a long spear, moved with agility, like a fierce cheetah, darting across the battlefield.
As the two armies clashed, deafening battle cries erupted across the battlefield.
Upon seeing the arrival of the Qin enemy army, the four spirit stars all set out.
Poet Spirit's longsword flowed like mercury, nimble and graceful, each swing a fluid and effortless movement.
"The Illusionary Spirit Sword Technique, as fleeting as smoke and a dream."
As the sword flashed, the enemy seemed to be drawn into a dream.
Jiu Lingxing's spear was like a dragon in a storm, unstoppable.
"Phantom Spear Shadow, Dragon Breaks Through the Nine Heavens."
The enemy formation crumbled instantly wherever the spear tip pointed, like withered bamboo caught in a gale, retreating section by section, with the sound of breaking echoing incessantly.
Hua Lingxing held a long sword, its light shimmering like woven silk, dazzling yet possessing an indescribable dynamism—the unique charm bestowed upon her by the exquisite divine skill she cultivated.
Every move and every technique is like a kaleidoscope, ever-changing, both beautiful and deadly.
On the battlefield, she softly recited: "Exquisite sword dance, flowers enter my dream."
The sword spun lightly around the enemy, who became lost in her swordplay, ultimately turning into a wisp of dust beneath her swordsmanship.
Cha Lingxing provided support from the rear with her bow and arrows, each arrow as precise and sharp as a shooting star in the sky.
Shanzi, Xiaolie, Afu, Datou, Shizi, Xiaoman and Chengpeng.
These seven are all practitioners of the Linglong Divine Skill.
Each displayed their extraordinary skills, like seven dazzling stars illuminating the battlefield of the Spirit Kingdom.
Although they all practiced the Linglong Divine Skill.
But this skill is all-encompassing, containing all kinds of martial arts moves, and they have demonstrated this martial art to the fullest extent.
Shanzi wielded the exquisite sword technique, each strike as powerful as a raging torrent, unstoppable.
He roared angrily, "You Qin traitor, taste the power of my Shanzi's exquisite sword technique!"
By simultaneously channeling internal energy, the sword shone like a dragon, instantly slaying several ordinary enemy soldiers who were nearby.
Xiao Lie moved across the battlefield like a cheetah.
His exquisite swordsmanship is light and agile, with each strike precisely aimed at the enemy's vital points.
He sneered, "The Linglong Sword Technique is as fast as lightning. How many moves can you shrimp soldiers and crab generals dodge?"
Swords flashed, and nearby enemy soldiers fell one after another under his sword.
Afu uses both hidden weapons and swordsmanship. He uses the Linglong Sword Technique with his right hand and sometimes uses hidden weapons with his left hand.
Big Head's mastery of the exquisite sword technique was unparalleled; each strike was steady and powerful, deflecting the enemy's attacks one by one.
He shouted, "With me here, you won't get an inch forward!"
The sword light, like a shield and a sharp edge, protected the comrades behind them.
The stone appeared and disappeared on the battlefield like a ghost.
He sneered, "Feng Dang Su Ziyu is here. Are you all ready to die?"
Before he finished speaking, he appeared behind the enemy and delivered a fatal blow to the throat.
Xiaoman, wielding a bright silver spear and dressed in a white robe, displayed superb spear skills, engaging in a fierce and evenly matched battle with a Qin general.
His marksmanship incorporated the essence of the Linglong Divine Skill; each shot was like a dragon emerging from the sea, with astonishing power.
He shouted, "With Su Zilong here, who dares to fight?"
Despite uttering those domineering words, he had no choice but to go and fight the Qin enemy forces himself.
His spear flashed like a dragon as he engaged in a fierce battle with the Qin general.
Cheng Peng, a tall, dark-skinned man who had only recently begun practicing the Linglong Blade Technique, displayed unexpected ferocity on the battlefield.
Despite his rugged appearance, which seemed completely at odds with his delicate and refined swordsmanship.
But it is precisely this contrast that makes him a unique sight on the battlefield.
He wielded a large sword like a god of war descending to earth. Although his posture was slightly awkward, each strike contained astonishing power.
Upon first seeing him, the Qin soldiers couldn't help but burst into laughter, with some even mocking, "Hey, look at this big black guy, he's actually using such an effeminate swordsmanship, it's absolutely hilarious."
Despite being mocked, Cheng Peng remained unmoved.
He knew that the power of the Linglong Knife Technique lay not in its appearance, but in the inner resilience and strength.
He shouted loudly, "Exquisite sword technique! Watch how I, Cheng Peng, will slaughter them all!"
His voice was filled with determination and domineering power, as if he wanted to cut off the enemy's mockery.
With a roar, his broadsword flashed like lightning, instantly cutting down several Qin soldiers.
Upon seeing this, the Qin soldiers immediately lost their smiles, replaced by fear and awe.
They began to realize that this seemingly rugged, dark-skinned warrior was actually a highly skilled master who kept his abilities hidden.
A Qin soldier couldn't help but exclaim, "How can this guy be so strong? How can his swordsmanship be so sharp?"
Cheng Peng snorted coldly, ignoring the enemy's cries and pleas for mercy, and continued to wield his broadsword, becoming invincible on the battlefield.
Every swing of his sword was accompanied by the screams and falls of the enemy, chilling the Qin soldiers to the bone.
In this brutal war, Cheng Peng proved his strength and value through his actions.
He used his exquisite swordsmanship to kill countless Qin soldiers, and even those Qin soldiers who mocked him were killed by his blade.
Let them see the true power of the Exquisite Knife Technique. Hmph... since they dared to mock his Exquisite Knife Technique.
In addition, outside the majestic Nanyang City of Ling Kingdom, there is a remarkable city-guarding general—Li Zhiyi.
He was clad in heavy, sturdy armor that gleamed with a cold, sharp light, and he gripped a ten-foot-long spear tightly in his hand, its tip gleaming as if it could easily pierce the heart of an enemy.
At this moment, he sat firmly on his tall and mighty warhorse.
His figure was as upright as a mountain, and his momentum was as powerful as a torrent. He stood proudly on the battlefield like an indestructible and unshakable war god.
His bright, piercing eyes, like burning torches, stared intently at the approaching Qin army in the distance.