Chapter 412: Breaking a Hundred Cavalry with Hands Behind Back

Boom—!!

Following an order from Zhao Biao, the three hundred-plus cavalrymen immediately launched a charge.

The horses' hooves shook the earth, sending sand and stones flying, whipping up rolling clouds of dust.

Every rider on horseback carried a thick scent of blood; they were clearly battle-hardened soldiers, their auras sharp and murderous as they charged directly toward the direction where Yu Liancheng stood.

In this world, when experts face organized armies, their combat records are often unimpressive.

In Yu Liancheng's view, one of the most important reasons for this is that they fail to utilize the superior mobility of a martial artist. Fighting while moving, constantly engaging in guerrilla tactics, and taking time to regulate and recover True Qi is the proper path. It is not to abandon one's own strengths and blindly fight the enemy to the death.

Of course, the Sword Emperor of Western Shu who once guarded the city gate, not retreating a single step, was more like seeking his own death.

For top-tier experts, even if they cannot fight ten thousand alone, as long as they are not trapped in a dead end, they can certainly maneuver against an army before departing gracefully.

Nangong Pushe had intended to do just that earlier.

However, for Yu Liancheng, there was no need for such things; they were merely three hundred cavalrymen. As long as he wished, breaking an army of a thousand was a trivial matter.

"It's going to be very bloody next, you had better turn your head or close your eyes, sister," Yu Liancheng said with a faint smile.

"I'm not a child, I'm not afraid," Murong Wuzhu puffed out her cheeks in a childish manner and glared fiercely at Yu Liancheng.

"As you wish."

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly and walked toward the three hundred charging cavalrymen with his hands behind his back.

"Hey, be careful," Murong Wuzhu bit her lip and called out, worried.

Yu Liancheng did not answer, merely waving his hand casually.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Yu Liancheng's pace was calm and unhurried; to others, it felt as if he were strolling in the countryside, returning from viewing flowers, and not at all like he was about to engage in a life-or-death battle against three hundred brave warriors.

"What kind of means does he actually have?"

A unique brilliance flickered in Nangong Pushe's peach-blossom eyes; the other party's flick of a finger to kill the gray-clad old man had already given her a tremendous sense of shock.

And at this moment, Yu Liancheng finally charged alone into the middle of the three hundred-plus cavalrymen's charge.

At this instant, his entire body seemed to transform into a Divine Sword capable of destroying heaven and earth; Sword Qi soared into the sky, and his invisible, intangible Sword Intent struck the firmament, reaching straight into the blue clouds, causing the heavens and earth to change color.

"The human heart stirs the will of heaven; once the intent to kill is released, a Heavenly Phenomenon immediately responds. Could it be that he is already a Heavenly Phenomenon expert?" Nangong Pushe guessed to herself.

Yet Yu Liancheng walked slowly with his hands behind his back, regarding the blades and swords from all directions as if they were nothing.

His skin glowed with a luster, and his whole body suddenly radiated an invincible, unstoppable Sword Qi. For a moment, Sword Qi raged, sweeping across all directions, filling a radius of several dozen zhang.

The cavalrymen within this ten-zhang radius felt their entire bodies turn cold, their throats feeling as if they were pressed against by sharp sword blades; any slight movement would result in them being decapitated.

Yet they were on horseback, unable to remain as immovable as mountains.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!!

And so, amidst the churning of the Sword Qi, a dense sound like sharp weapons cutting into flesh rang out.

By the time Yu Liancheng brushed past them, the bodies of these cavalrymen suddenly split with dense, intricate sword marks, like broken porcelain dolls, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

In an instant, the three hundred-plus cavalrymen only had time to let out a single miserable cry before being cut down by the Sword Qi radiating from Yu Liancheng's body, blood flowing like a river.

From beginning to end, Yu Liancheng wore a smile, his hands behind his back, not even moving his fingers once.

Among the onlookers, apart from Murong Wuzhu, everyone felt a chill run through their entire bodies.

Yu Liancheng's originally warm smile also seemed to be stained with a faint trace of blood, filled with an eerie and cruel meaning.

The Guangling Heir, who was not entirely stupid, also felt a chill in his heart and, without a word, turned his horse's head to head toward the Yanjiji Reviewing Platform.

As long as the green hills remain, one need not worry about lacking firewood.

The Reviewing Platform was full of experts and had thousands of soldiers; he did not believe this person could turn the world upside down.

However, a tall, slender black figure suddenly appeared in front of the horse, and a finger like polished jade tapped lightly on the horse's head, immediately preventing the Sweat-Blood Horse, which was preparing to gallop away, from advancing even half a step.

"This... let's talk this over... I was just joking with the three beauties..." The Guangling Heir's fat mouth forced a smile.

Yu Liancheng smiled and said, "Didn't you want to peel the skin off me and my sister, and then slice us into a thousand pieces?"

Zhao Biao's mouth twitched, and he cupped his hands to beg for mercy: "A misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, it was all a joke. I am just a stupid pig; a stupid pig speaks without thinking. You are a great person with great magnanimity, please spare my pig life."

Yu Liancheng laughed: "Not long ago, a mad dog named Yuan Tingshan also said he wanted to peel my skin and pull out my tendons. Guess how I dealt with him?"

"You... you are a great person with great magnanimity, you let him go?"

"Wrong, I peeled his skin off, and then kicked him to death."

The smile at the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth became increasingly eerie. He drew a light line in mid-air with his index finger, and a sharp pain immediately came from Zhao Biao's forehead, as if a sharp blade had cut down from his brow, and beads of blood immediately seeped out.

The fat pig Heir let out a heart-wrenching, ghost-howling scream, rolled off the Sweat-Blood Horse, and kept rolling on the ground.

That trace of sharp pain could not be shaken off, and it continued to slide downward, spreading from his forehead to the bridge of his nose, lips, chin... suddenly his fat face was covered in blood, and combined with that hideous expression, he looked even more like an evil ghost.

"Don't worry, this is the second time I've peeled someone's skin; my technique is very practiced, it won't be very painful." Yu Liancheng remained smiling.

Under his control, that thread of Sword Qi continued to slide downward.

Having said he would peel the skin off this fat pig and then slice him into a thousand pieces, he could not break his word.

However, it was a pity that this fat pig Heir could not withstand the torture; soon his crotch was soaked, he was foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted from the pain.

"Really can't withstand much torture." Yu Liancheng shook his head, and the thread of Sword Qi vanished into nothingness.

"I was wondering why the bloodthirst was soaring here; sure enough, it was you brat who caused it."

A figure drifted down; it was a middle-aged man with an ordinary, plain appearance, holding a peach blossom in his hand, rotating it gently, with a kind smile on his face.

"This person... could it be..." Upon seeing the middle-aged man for the first time, Nangong Pushe felt a shock in her heart, vaguely guessing the identity of the newcomer.

"Deng Taohua, didn't you go with that brat Sanlu to pick out a sword? How come only you came over?" Yu Liancheng looked at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was naturally the Peach Blossom Sword God, Deng Taie.

The four of them had originally come to the Guangling River to watch the tide together; on the way, the swordswoman Murong Wuzhu learned of Sanlu's dream of being a knight-errant and heroically sponsored the latter with one hundred taels of silver.

The sword-boy immediately dragged Deng Taie off to the ironware shop.

"Don't mention it, that brat looked at this sword and wanted to buy it, looked at that sword and wanted to buy it, still hesitating, completely lacking the decisiveness of a swordsman. I couldn't be bothered to pay attention, so I came to find you all." Deng Taie glanced at the fat pig Heir: "What is going on here?"

Yu Liancheng gave a concise summary of what had happened.

Deng Taie was an old hand at the world and was not surprised; given the appearance of the two siblings, it would be truly strange if they did not stir up some trouble by appearing in such a crowded place.

He looked toward the distance, where the sound of horse hooves thundered like a tide: "What do you say now? The Guangling King has already sent men, at least three or four thousand cavalry, and there is no lack of experts from the army among them. Do we go or stay?"

Yu Liancheng stretched his back and lazily replied with eight characters.

"Allow me to loosen up my limbs first."