The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

Several black weapons were unable to break through his armor, and the besieging generals looked horrified.

Duan Tianyang flashed out from the gap between the intertwined Xuan soldiers and suddenly started to move quickly, his figure as fast as a meteor. From beginning to end, he had only one target, and that was Zhao Xuan!

Zhao Xuan was not a brave military general but a civil servant. He had never been involved in martial arts because his physique was not suitable for martial arts.

Before he could react, a gust of wind blew in his face and pulled him off the horse.

He fell heavily on the hard ground. Fortunately, he was protected by armor, otherwise this fall would have been enough to cause him serious injuries.

He tried to struggle to stand up, but saw a cold blade across his neck.

Duan Tianyang stood behind him, holding a long knife in his hand, holding him firmly.

He shouted to the rebels around him: "Look who this is?"

Seeing their commander fall into the hands of the enemy, the rebels were all panicked and their faces changed drastically.

Zhao Xuan remained calm. He looked straight ahead, ignoring the sharp blade at his neck, and ordered in a deep voice, "Don't worry about me. Kill all the enemies!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Tianyang curled up the corner of his mouth into a cold smile and sneered: "Fuck, you're quite tough!" Then, the long knife in his hand lightly swept across the side of Zhao Xuan's neck.

The long sword was transformed from the Ring of All Things and was extremely sharp. With just one stroke, blood flowed down the blade and finally dripped into the dust.

The scene in front of them shocked the surrounding rebel soldiers. They held their weapons but did not dare to act rashly. They stared at Duan Tianyang in doubt. They did not know what to do for a moment.

Seeing this, Duan Tianyang threatened coldly: "Try to stand up to me again, do you really think I dare not kill you? Tell your men to put down their weapons immediately!"

Zhao Xuan clenched his fists, bit his lips hard, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "Who exactly are you?"

He had never expected that there was such a group of soldiers with amazing combat effectiveness hidden in Qilin City. There were only a few hundred of them, but they were able to tear apart the formation of thousands of his own people and easily subdue him. This scene was really unbelievable to him.

Duan Tianyang stood behind Zhao Xuan and said in a steady voice, "We are the Bhikkhu Army!"

Zhao Xuan was shocked when he heard this: "Monk Army? You are actually under Duan Tianyang's command?"

After saying that, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Duan Tianyang beside him...

Duan Tianyang's entire body was covered in armor, and his face was difficult to see. Only his deep eyes, as bright as stars, stared straight at him without any cover.

An inexplicable chill surged in Zhao Xuan's heart, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "You, are you Duan Tianyang?"

I didn't expect that even though I'm already so famous, this person still knows who I am...

Duan Tianyang did not answer his question, but asked in return: "You are Zhao Xuan, right?"

Zhao Xuan was speechless, his heart was already cold at this moment.

The journey from Biqiu City to Qilin City is long and takes at least ten days. It passes through Jincheng, Mingcheng and other places, all of which are garrisoned by our own troops.

If the Bhikkhu Army wanted to pass through here, they would definitely be discovered by spies. However, the fact was that no one reported the news, allowing the Bhikkhu Army to quietly enter the territory of Qilin City and launch a surprise attack from behind. The good situation collapsed in an instant.

In such a situation, how could he not feel disheartened?

This defeat was not due to his incompetence or his failure to give his best, but rather to the internal disunity within his own army.

Zhao Xuan felt mixed emotions in his heart. He shook his head bitterly and muttered to himself, "Duan Tianyang, your victory in this battle was really a fluke; and my defeat was also expected."

He turned to the generals around him and resolutely ordered: "There is no need to engage in any more meaningless fighting. Quickly pass on my order and the entire army will retreat!"

Zhao Xuan knew very well that if the army fell into Duan Tianyang's hands, the morale of the entire army would plummet, the generals would lose their backbone, and there was no need to continue this battle.

If we insist on fighting again, more brothers will be sacrificed in vain.

"General..." Someone wanted to dissuade him, but was interrupted by Zhao Xuan in a stern voice: "Pass the order immediately, anyone who dares to raise any objections will be executed immediately!" His tone revealed an unquestionable determination.

Although the troops led by Zhao Xuan were also rebels, what made them different was that their military discipline was extremely strict, almost the same as that of regular troops.

The general's order was as heavy as a mountain. Under his strict order, the rebels looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, they all passed the order down and the entire army retreated.

Seeing that the rebels really began to retreat, Duan Tianyang couldn't help but look at Zhao Xuan with deep surprise, and actually felt a little admiration in his heart.

Then, he instructed Hua Duoer and others around him: "Duoer, pass the order down. Since the rebels have retreated, our soldiers do not need to chase them anymore."

"Yes!" Hua Duoer responded quickly, and then signaled the surrounding members of the Hidden Martial Hall to convey Duan Tianyang's order immediately.

This battle started with great force and ended hastily. The whole battle started with Lü Yun falling into a trap and ended with Zhao Xuan being captured by Duan Tianyang.

As the rebels retreated, the Bhikkhu Army quickly took action to rescue the Xihui Army soldiers who were trapped in the sea of ​​fire.

However, they managed to rescue only a few of the Xihui troops.

The team of soldiers originally composed of three battalions had less than 500 survivors.

What is even more heartbreaking is that when General Lu Yun was leading his troops to break out, he was unfortunately hit by the rebels' dense arrows. He was hit by several arrows and his injuries were extremely serious.

When his men tried their best to rescue him from the fire, he was already dying and fell into a coma.

Guan Hu and others, along with several of Lu Yun's men, came to Duan Tianyang. They looked at the handsome young man in front of them and learned that he was the new chief of the Biqiu City Guard, Duan Tianyang. Everyone was instantly grateful and knelt on one knee, their voices choking and trembling: "This general... This general thanks Lord Duan for saving our lives..."

"Generals, please stand up quickly!" Duan Tianyang hurriedly stretched out his hand to support and said anxiously.

He glanced at the crowd and saw that they were all in a miserable state, in tattered clothes, their clothes were burnt to tatters, and many of them had marks of burns on their bodies.

Most of Lu Yun's followers practiced martial arts, and even with armor to protect their bodies, they could not escape their fate.

As for those ordinary soldiers, one can imagine what happened.

“Sir Duan, we accidentally fell into Zhao Xuan’s trap. We originally had three thousand brothers, but now there are less than five hundred left. Even Sir Lu…” Everyone choked with sobs and cried as they recounted their experiences, their voices filled with endless sadness and helplessness.

Duan Tianyang frowned upon hearing this, and turned to Guan Hu and asked, "Tiger, how is Lord Lu's injury?"

Guan Hu slowly walked to Duan Tianyang, shook his head gently, and replied in a low voice: "Brother Tian, ​​Lord Lu...I'm afraid it won't work."