mc-med Chapter 415 Qin Qiong Bravely Charges Through the Bronze Flag Formation
Chapter 415 Qin Qiong Bravely Charges Through the Bronze Flag Formation
The Silver Land cavalry that accompanied them had been killed along the way by pitfalls, tripwires, and caltrops, and most of them had already been lost.
Even his most capable subordinates were killed by the archers in the golden goblet; they lost their lives without even seeing the enemy's face.
Moreover, the one guarding this position was none other than Jiang Song, the master of Lü Heng and Lü Jing.
He stood on the high platform, holding a five-point pistol.
The silver spear pointed diagonally at the ground, looking down at the newcomer.
"It's you! We didn't get to fight enough the other day, let's do it again!"
When Tuoba Lang Sima saw Jiang Song, his eyes immediately lit up with excitement, showing no concern whatsoever for the death of his companion.
He came to the Central Plains seeking masters to challenge, and seeking national interests was not his primary concern.
If I could have a good fight with such a master on the battlefield, even if I died, it would be worth it.
"snort."
Jiang Song snorted coldly, leaped down, and landed steadily on his feet.
He thrust out his five-pointed spear, the tip flashing a silver arc, aiming straight for Tuoba Lang Sima's throat.
Tuoba Lang used both hammer and staff, blocking with the octagonal hammer and attacking with the coiled dragon staff, their defense and offense working together seamlessly.
The two engaged in a fierce battle below the platform, their spears and hammers clashing, their clubs striking back and forth, the sounds of metal clashing echoing endlessly, and for a time it was impossible to determine who was superior.
The masters here are exchanging blows, and the fight is so intense that it's hard to tell who is winning.
On the other side, Qin Qiong also led Luo Shixin into the heart of the enemy formation.
Like Tuoba Lang Sima, he also lost most of his soldiers.
They entered the formation in a mighty force of several hundred men, but by the time they reached the heart of the formation, less than a hundred remained, all covered in dust and wounds.
Even Qin Qiong's own armor was slashed several times by stray arrows.
"Traitor, you've finally come."
Yang Lin, dressed in armor and wielding the Water and Fire Dragon-Binding Staff, stood on the high platform.
His hair and beard were all white, but his back was ramrod straight as he looked down at Qin Qiong.
There was no anger or hatred in his eyes, only an indescribable sorrow.
"You old scoundrel, let's see who can save you this time!"
Qin Qiong raised his head, looked up at Yang Lin on the high platform, gritted his teeth, and said, word by word.
Last time on the battlefield, Luo Shixin almost killed Yang Lin, but Jiang Song, who wielded a spear, suddenly appeared and ruined the situation.
This time, Jiang Song was tightly entangled by Tuoba Lang Sima and couldn't break free.
He wanted to see who else could save Yang Lin!
"Traitor, how dare you spout such nonsense! Do you even recognize me, Lord Dongfang?"
Just then, two more generals appeared on the high platform of the battle formation.
The two men, one on the left and one on the right, wore the same armor but held different weapons.
They were all generals under Yang Yichen, and were specially transferred here to guard the heart of the battle formation in order to prevent Qin Qiong from personally attacking.
A man named Dongfang Bo was skilled in using both a golden sword and a silver spear, wielding them effectively in both offense and defense.
He also had a grappling hook wrapped around his waist, which was said to be infallible and never missed.
There was a man named Dongfang Huang who was skilled with double axes. He possessed immense strength and his axe techniques were fierce.
What's even more frightening is that, in addition to his double-edged axe, Dongfang Huang is also said to be skilled in sorcery.
A divine hand can grow from its back, capable of capturing enemy generals from a distance, making it impossible to defend against.
"Shixin, leave Yang Lin to me, you go and kill these two!"
Qin Qiong glanced around, not taking the Dongfang brothers seriously.
His goal has always been Yang Lin, from beginning to end, it has never changed.
There was a time when he was no match for Yang Lin. Back then, he had just arrived in Dengzhou and his martial arts skills were not yet fully developed. He could only submit to Yang Lin's orders.
But now, so many years have passed, and Qin Qiong is no longer the Qin Qiong of yesteryear.
Yang Lin, however, had grown old; his hair had turned white and his back was bent.
With one side gaining and the other losing, the outcome becomes unpredictable.
"Old man Yang Lin, today I will avenge my father!"
As he spoke, Qin Qiong swung his double maces, squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and leaped off the horse, charging out with his double maces in hand.
More than a decade of hatred, more than a decade of forbearance, more than a decade of waiting, all turned into a surge of murderous intent at this moment.
He had waited far too long for this day.
Luo Shixin followed closely behind, carrying his heavy iron spear on his shoulder, and strode after him.
His target was the Dongfang brothers, and he never questioned Qin Qiong's orders, simply following them.
"Then let this old man test your martial arts skills once more!"
Yang Lin leaped off the platform and landed steadily, the Water-Fire Dragon-Binding Staff held horizontally in front of him.
Although he was old, he was still agile and his eyes were bright and piercing, showing no signs of aging.
The two men, wielding four weapons, fought fiercely, the clanging of metal against metal echoing incessantly.
Qin Qiong's double maces flew up and down, his attacks like a tidal wave, each mace faster and more ruthless than the last.
Yang Lin used his Dragon-Trapping Staff to parry left and right, creating an impenetrable defense.
Qin Qiong, on the other hand, became more and more confident and relaxed as the fight progressed.
Indeed, fists fear the young and strong, while sticks fear the old wolf.
When Yang Lin was young, perhaps two or three of him wouldn't be a match for him.
Back then, the Prince of Kao Shan was a powerful figure throughout the land; who didn't know him?
Ultimately, it's because this person is old, their hands and feet are slow, and their strength can't keep up.
"kill!"
Thinking of this, Qin Qiong roared, his voice like thunder, and smashed his bronze mace down on Yang Lin's head with tremendous force.
"What a fine Qin Shubao."
Yang Lin said something in a low voice, and raised his Dragon-Binding Staff to block.
The attack came with fierce force, and he dared not be careless, so he used all his strength to meet it.
With a sharp clang, sparks flew everywhere, making the eardrums of the surrounding soldiers ring.
Although he blocked the blow, the force surged forth like a torrent, spreading throughout his body along the Dragon-Trapping Staff.
Yang Lin felt his arms suddenly sink, and the Dragon-Trapping Staff was forced to drop downwards.
The stick slammed into his chest, and he groaned, taking half a step back.
"Today, I will avenge my father!"
Qin Qiong's eyes widened, turning bloodshot, and his double maces became even more ferocious.
At this point, he was bloodthirsty, perhaps because he could avenge his father, or perhaps because the hatred he had suppressed for more than a decade had finally found an outlet.
He felt that his martial arts skills and strength had improved a lot, and he had inexhaustible energy.
"Bang!"
Another blow landed heavily on the Dragon-Trapping Staff, sending Yang Lin staggering back three steps.
He steadied himself, panting heavily, with fine beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.
Ultimately, it's because he's old, and he was recently knocked down along with his horse by Luo Shixin's spear.
My ribs are still aching slightly; the injury hasn't healed.
In this battle, he was surprisingly outmatched.
"King of the Mountain!"
Seeing that Yang Lin was about to lose, Dongfang Bo, who was fighting Luo Shixin on the side, became anxious and used his golden knife to feint a move to force Luo Shixin back.
He then slapped his waist and threw the flying claw at it.
The flying claw, like a black lightning bolt, flew straight toward Qin Qiong with a sharp whooshing sound.
"Die!"
Qin Qiong leaped up, raised his double maces high above his head, and smashed them down on Yang Lin with all his might, determined to kill him with one blow.
If this mace strikes solidly, even ten Yang Lins wouldn't survive.