roccoschili Chapter 222 The battle has been decided
Chapter 222 The battle has been decided
Both men seemed tired of the pointless verbal sparring. Sima Yu, with a cold expression, deftly drew the gleaming sword from his waist.
Then, with a swift flip, he leaped onto the horse's back.
Immediately afterwards, Sima Yu raised the whip in his hand without any mercy and lashed the horse's rump with all his might.
All that could be heard was a high-pitched neigh from the horse beneath him. It raised its powerful forelegs high and galloped forward like an arrow released from a bow.
In the blink of an eye, the two were standing in front of each other, creating a tense and exciting standoff.
Sima Yu's eyes were cold. Without the slightest hesitation or waste of words, he gripped his long sword tightly, drawing a dazzling arc in the air as it slashed straight down at his opponent with the force of thunder.
Faced with such a fierce offensive, Xiao Yuheng appeared unusually calm and composed.
He simply tilted his head slightly, and the potentially fatal blow was easily dodged.
Sima Yu was not surprised at all upon seeing this, but his hands did not stop moving.
With a flick of his wrist, the longsword in his hand began to spin and dance at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, an incomparably powerful internal force surged out from his body, instantly enveloping the sword tightly.
With a flick of his arm, the attack, a fusion of internal force and sword intent, shot towards the man's back like lightning.
However, this seemingly fatal move still posed no threat to Xiao Yuheng.
As if he had foreseen the future, he lightly stepped on the pedal, and his whole body became as light as a swallow, soaring into the air like a bird taking flight.
Just as his body reached its highest point, he cleverly tapped the rapidly approaching sword with his toes, using the reaction force to elevate his body even higher.
Then, like a petal falling in the wind, he gently landed back on the ground, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his posture upright like a pine tree, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as if he were an immortal descending to earth, ethereal and otherworldly.
The sounds of fierce fighting among the soldiers nearby resounded through the sky, with shouts of battle and the clash of weapons rising and falling incessantly.
However, the intense battle scene did not affect the two people facing off in the slightest. They seemed to be in another world, and all the noise around them was irrelevant to them.
"Draw out the sword!"
Sima Yu glared angrily and launched two fierce attacks in succession, but both were easily dodged by his opponent, which made him grit his teeth in anger.
Faced with Sima Yu's provocation, Xiao Yuheng remained calm, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth revealing a faint smile.
That smile was particularly irritating to Sima Yu, fueling his anger even more.
"How dare someone like you have the honor of witnessing my sword?"
Xiao Yuheng said casually, his tone full of disdain and contempt.
"Too deceiving!"
Sima Yu could no longer endure such humiliation. With a loud shout, the long sword in his hand, like a nimble white snake, instantly flicked its tongue, hissing as it pierced the air, and stabbed towards Xiao Yuheng with lightning speed.
The sword flashed, like a dragon weaving through the air, and in the blink of an eye it arrived in front of Xiao Yuheng's face.
In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yuheng leaned back nimbly, simultaneously spreading his hands out quickly.
Sima Yu's sword grazed his face, missing him by mere millimeters.
At this critical moment, Xiao Yuheng suddenly exerted force with his feet, took a step forward, and then his palm drew a perfect arc around his waist like lightning.
In an instant, a powerful force gathered in his palm, and with a swing of his arm, it struck Sima Yu hard in the chest.
This seemingly light palm strike actually contained the force of a thousand pounds.
Sima Yu felt as if he had been hit by a mountain, and his body involuntarily staggered back several steps.
His eyes widened in astonishment, and the longsword he had been gripping tightly trembled violently from the force.
At the same time, a trickle of dark red blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Hahaha, let's see how long your internal strength can last."
Sima Yu suddenly burst into laughter, his eyes growing increasingly sinister. He casually tossed aside the longsword in his hand, and a powerful surge of internal energy emanated from his body.
The two were locked in combat in an instant. For a moment, the battlefield was filled with howling winds and dark clouds, as if the entire world had been swept up in this fierce battle.
Su Fuying sat steadily on the horse, her beautiful eyes fixed on the development of the battle, not daring to relax for a moment.
The black-armored guards descended like tigers from the mountain, their formidable fighting power completely suppressing the Northern Li people's attack, forcing them to retreat continuously without any chance to fight back.
At this point, the outcome was clear, and the scales of victory were gradually tipping in our favor.
However, just when the situation seemed to be settled, the two figures locked in a fierce battle in the center of the battlefield caught Su Fuying's attention.
She couldn't help but furrow her brows slightly, a sense of worry creeping into her heart.
She instinctively gripped the longbow tightly, the bowstring so taut it seemed about to snap.
The words Xiao Yuheng had just said involuntarily came to mind: "Sima Yu is the evil fruit I sowed."
What exactly did those words mean? Su Fuying was full of doubts, but the current situation did not allow her to think too much about it.
At this moment, Sima Yu's offensive on the battlefield became increasingly fierce and ruthless, with each move containing endless killing intent, attempting to defeat his opponent in one fell swoop.
Surprisingly, Xiao Yuheng remained calm and composed in the face of such aggressive attacks, as if he were strolling in his own garden.
He always managed to evade Sima Yu's fatal blows at just the right moment, his movements fluid and effortless.
"Why haven't you retaliated yet!"
Seeing his powerful attacks repeatedly miss their mark, Sima Yu's face turned red with anger, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes burned with fury.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuheng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile.
His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a cold light, and he said coldly, "Sima Yu, Sima Yu, so many years have passed, how come you are still so unprogressed?"
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly became ethereal and vanished from the spot like a ghost.
The next moment, everyone saw a black shadow streak across the air like lightning, rushing straight toward Sima Yu's back.
Those around heard a loud bang, and Sima Yu slid dozens of meters on the ground with his back bent before stopping.
He stared wide-eyed at the man dozens of meters away in disbelief.
Xiao Yuheng stood with his hands behind his back, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips, his gaze fixed on a cold corpse.
"How could this be... Pfft!"
Sima Yu muttered to himself as the cramping pain in his abdomen caused him to uncontrollably spit out a mouthful of blood.