C564 Life Is a Battle

"Who are you? Why are you blocking our way?"

Chimu stopped Tourre who was about to attack and asked with interest. He didn't believe that there would be someone who didn't know that he would come today, so he became more and more curious about this young man's intention. From his actions, it seemed that he wanted to use his own strength to defeat his army of 100,000. This was not a thought that a normal person would have, but this young man who had been smiling and not saying anything clearly did not seem like a madman.

"I, Yeh Guxing, am here to bet with you. I wonder if I will give you face?" Guxing stood with his sword behind his back. He was incomparably calm, as if the army of 100,000 in front of him did not exist at all. Just his bearing alone was enough to make people not dare to look down on him.

"What are we betting on? How are we betting?"

Chimu was never someone who could be judged by common sense. Tourre and the others were well aware that if it was any other commander. . . They would have pressed down on him the moment he appeared. How could they waste their breath on him? However, this young commander who broke through to the Xiantian realm at the age of 23. . . They were still very convinced because he never did things that he wasn't confident in.

"It's very simple. You and I will have a match. If I lose, you can punish me however you want. If you lose, then immediately withdraw your troops and leave, how about it?" Guxing looked at him with a smile.

Before Chimu could respond, Tourre and the others burst into laughter. It was as if they had just heard a huge joke, because in their point of view, Guxing was merely a Late Period of Attack Stopping Stage warrior, while their Prince Chimu was a real Innate King. His cultivation base alone was enough to crush him, let alone the fact that the Prince was the strongest warrior of Barbarian Tribe's younger generation. His strength was far from what an ordinary Innate King could compare with. Just when they thought that their Prince would definitely agree to the request of this ignorant brat without even thinking about it, Then, he would use a cruel method to torture him to death. However, Chimu shook his head unexpectedly. He smiled faintly and said, "I refuse. "

This time, even Guxing was a little surprised. He looked at him doubtfully and said: "Why?"

However, Chimu did not answer him. He just raised the strange-looking long knife in his hand and rolled his lips with a bloodthirsty look. "Cavalry, listen up. Charge!"

Although the Barbarian Tribe did not understand why their prince suddenly changed his attitude so quickly, the military order was as heavy as a mountain. When they received the order, they did not dare hesitate at all. With a roar, fifty thousand soldiers of the Barbarian Tribe, led by a few generals, charged straight at Guxing!

"Ms Yue, why is this different from what we imagined?"

Guxing looked at the Barbarian Tribe cavalry getting closer and closer to him. He could not figure it out no matter how hard he tried. The so-called prince on the opposite side obviously had the upper hand, but why was he still unwilling to bet with him? Xiao Yue saw that the situation was already so critical, yet he still had the mood to think about these useless things. Suddenly, he was angry and laughed, "It's not too late to think about these useless things when you can survive?"

"That makes sense. " He finally shifted his gaze from Chimu to the fifty thousand cavalry of Barbarian Tribe in front of him. Although his expression was still calm, the hand holding the sword was actually sweating a little. It was a lie to say that he was not nervous at the moment of life and death. It was just a good disguise. There were only two kinds of people in this world who could remain calm even when Mount Tai collapsed. One was a saint. The other was a dead man, and Guxing thought he wasn't either of them.

The sound of horses galloping was like thunder, and the blade light was exceptionally dazzling. A young man with a thin body was standing in the middle of the city gate, holding a sword in his hand. Compared to the fifty thousand soldiers of the Barbarian Tribe, who were filled with killing intent, The cavalry of the Barbarian Tribe, who were at the front, could already imagine the tragic scene of the young man being trampled into minced meat by countless war horses. A trace of abnormal excitement flashed across his eyes.

One versus one hundred thousand, no matter how one looked at it, Guxing would die for sure.

Since he dared to come here, he naturally had already made the worst plan. However, death was more important than a feather or a mountain. As a lone swordsman, Guxing obviously didn't want to end his life so easily, even if there were a hundred thousand enemies.

So what? No matter how strong the opponent was and how big the gap was, the moment the swordsman picked up his sword, he could only have one thought in his mind - fight!

"Follow me and kill!!"

A general from the Barbarian Army took the lead and rushed towards Guxing. He suddenly jumped up, and a man and a horse drew a beautiful arc in the air. The long spear in his hand was swung out with the force of breaking through the air!

Guxing finally moved, but he passed through him like a ghost. As he charged towards the countless cavalry behind him, a trace of anger flashed across the face of the general of Barbarian Army. He felt that he had been ignored and was about to turn around and chase after him. Suddenly, his horse neighed and fell heavily to the ground. The huge inertia sent the general flying more than three meters away. Unfortunately, he did not have time to get up from the ground. He was trampled into a pile of minced meat by the galloping horse hooves behind him.

Guxing shuttled back and forth between the fifty thousand cavalry. His mind was tensed to the extreme. Because if he slacked even a little bit, he might end up like the general of Barbarian Tribe, buried under the hooves of the horses. As he moved quickly, he struck out sword after sword with lightning speed. However, the targets he killed were not the Barbarian Tribe cavalry, who had a clear advantage in speed and speed. Instead, when the enemy passed by, he gently and accurately cut the knee of their horse, which was neither deep nor shallow. However, with their speed, this wound was fatal.

On the battlefield, no matter how strong a person was, they would be infinitely weakened, especially when fighting with cavalry. No matter how high your cultivation level was, falling off a horse meant death.

During this period of time, Guxing had broken through to the Xiantian Realm no less than ten times. Although he had failed, it was too perfunctory to describe his strength as a mere peak Late Period of Attack Stopping Stage. Although he had yet to step into the Xiantian realm, it was said that only the Innate King could use the Domain Bind. However, he had comprehended a tiny bit of it without a teacher, although the effect was minimal. Guxing could still clearly feel the instant the Barbarian Tribe's cavalry passed him. Their movements had a very short pause, but for him, It was enough. One must know the speed. It had always been his forte!

"The ninth movement of the Ancient Chaotic Sword Arts, the Fleeting Life Sword!"

Compared to the Earth Relying on the Heaven and Thunder, the power of this sword move was not very outstanding. However, it was the fastest movement of the Ancient Chaotic Sword Arts that he had mastered for so many years. He had always believed that Xiao Yue's words did not have the strongest sword technique. Only the most suitable sword technique, otherwise, he could have used those two sword techniques to eliminate all the enemies around him. However, it was not wise to do that, because there were fifty thousand cavalry. Maybe he could kill dozens or even hundreds of people in one strike, but so what? He would quickly exhaust his inner energy and be trampled into minced meat by the Barbarian Tribe's cavalry. Therefore, he wanted to kill the enemy more efficiently. He had to learn to conserve every ounce of strength.