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After Chen Ling had reincarnated, this was the first time he had met a worthy opponent. He was in the Level Two Warriors [Energy Condensation] stage, and had just converted his power into his own, causing his physical strength to double, which was equivalent to several times the strength of a strong man. If a person in the peak of Martial Disciple could reach the strength of two horses, then his entire body's power would explode out at one point, equivalent to the strength of two strong horses.

Martial Masters, on the other hand, were martial artists of the third stage, external experts, well-versed in all sorts of weapons, and might not be able to fully master all of them, but they could still display them all. They had trained their body martial arts to the extreme, and had the strength of three horses, able to tear tigers and split leopards, and could lift a cauldron weighing five hundred kilograms.

The higher level the sword technique was, the more it required the use of Xiantian Zhen Qi in order to have amazing lethality, and even one sword attack was going to involve a person's spirit, Qi, and spirit, which was extremely exhausting. Right now, his cultivation was far from enough, and he was unable to use it, and could only use his abundant experience to make up for his deficiency in rank.

To use a sword to break a sword, all sorts of techniques would not affect your body. Even if you were to use your outer force to reach the peak, you would still be unable to do anything to Chen Ling.

At the same time, the sounds of battle around them were extremely intense, the five hundred warriors were already extremely brave, and with Chen Ling's constant training this month, all of them had improved, transforming the shallow man into a warrior, whether it was in a one versus one battle or teamwork, they were all better than before, the encirclement and attack of the scattered house warriors, without much resistance, they both raised their swords, and rolled on the ground like cutting watermelons.

Only a few of the dojos had good swordsmanship and their swordsmanship was stable, but these swordsmen could compete with their swords normally, and in such a dangerous situation, without having experience fighting on the battlefield, they would be unable to escape the fate of death if they were to face the ruthless and fierce killing of the martial artists, which were like wolves or tigers. The first thing they would do was to capture the ground in groups of their opponents, but they would not be able to display their true strength.

Under the protection of another cultivator, Bai Yeyu brought a group of people and broke through the encirclement as they headed towards the south river. Teng Hu and Shen Zheng led more than a hundred people to chase after them while the rest fought in the grass fields outside the forest.

"It's time to end this! Junior, accept your death!" Ren Cangquan suddenly let out a loud roar and erupted with his battle power. Sword light interweaved like a net and with a swoosh sound, the blade of the sword pierced through the air, aiming for the vital part of Chen Ling's abdomen.

Whether it was in terms of angle, speed, or timing, this strike was extremely ruthless and steady.

Chen Ling, who was in danger, tilted his body, and his center of gravity visibly tilted. He was just about to fall to the ground.

Ren Cangquan was overjoyed. Using all his strength to suppress his wrist, the sword tip followed along and continued to chase after Chen Ling like a venomous snake spitting out its core. He was only willing to let this matter rest after he had pierced a bloody hole in his opponent.

The blade of the sword cut through Ren Cangquan's spine, causing a Martial Master to let out a miserable cry. His body suddenly leaned forward, and he spat out a mouthful of blood as he staggered four to five steps, stopping his fall. He knelt on the ground, panting heavily, and suffered a near fatal injury.

"How is this possible? You … "You are just a Martial Disciple, how could you kill a Martial Master like me? Furthermore, you have never seen your sword technique or movement technique before.

Ren Cangquan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, plopped to the ground. That strike from Chen Ling just now had already cut off his spine, and after a few breaths, the blood could not flow through his spinal nerves.

Chen Ling had killed a Martial Master, causing the surrounding warriors to become excited. Their morale was boosted, and soon enough, hundreds of Weiden's apoplexy managed to kill all of the sword hands, some of them fleeing, but they were also able to shoot the crossbow arrows, leaving behind a ground full of corpses.

Not long later, Teng Hu, Shen Zheng and the rest returned with their troops. They chased to the river bank and killed a portion of the family warriors who were resisting, but could not find any trace of Bai Yeyu.

An hour later, Bai Ruoxi's home would be reunited with Chen Ling's martial artists, and they would leave the wilderness overnight, rushing straight to Soul-Drop Slope's canyon.

By daybreak, the surrounding several li of land had been turned into scorched earth. The flames were still burning in the distance, but they had weakened greatly. Fortunately, the external connection was cut off, and the river was obstructing so the fire could be controlled.

This time, Chen Ling did a brilliant plan and did not lose many soldiers. Without even clearly seeing what Zhan Xiong and Bai Yeyu looked like, he had already exterminated Wei Guo's bandit Zhan Xiong and cracked the enemy's plan of attack.

This counterattack estimated that at least a thousand of the enemy's troops would be burned to death, and hundreds of people would be killed, and roughly two thousand of the enemy would be killed. However, the enemy's side only suffered a few dozen casualties, lightly injuring a hundred people.

As Bai Yeyu and Zhan Xiong's troops were rushing to ambush the caravan, the Soul-Drop Slope did not have any ambushing soldiers, so they smoothly passed through the canyon. When the next morning arrived, Chen Ling and the others had already gathered with the two thousand odd soldiers in front of them.

Bai Ruoxi was dressed in embroidered clothing, wearing a red cloak, a red horse, a slim waist, and a pair of jade-like peaks that looked extremely proud, exposed themselves beneath the tight martial attire. As she spurred the horse forward, the jade-like rabbit that was dancing under her clothes looked extremely dazzling, and its devastatingly beautiful face lost its color. When she rode up to Chen Ling and looked at his robust and heroic figure, her heart couldn't help but race and her face secretly flushed red.