Chapter 107 White Tiger's Dance of Slaughter (The Battle of Qizhou Temporarily Ends)

At this moment, the White Tiger, holding the White Tiger Killing Spear and wearing the White Tiger Sacred Blade on his waist, his appearance seemed to bring an irresistible murderous aura to this bloody battlefield.

His eyes were firm and cold, like the last piece of unmelted ice in winter, reflecting countless fearful eyes longing for survival.

The platinum-colored armor sparkled brightly in the sun, like a holy garment blessed by the gods, and every part of it revealed an aura of murderousness and decisiveness.

At this moment, the White Tiger was like a flash of lightning across the battlefield, and the White Tiger Slaying Spear was flying in his hand. Every stabbing was accompanied by the force of thunder, as if it could tear through the air and take the enemy's life.

Wherever the gun pointed, countless enemy soldiers fell down, and their blood flowers bloomed in the air, both sad and tragic, like red roses on the battlefield.

When the defenders reacted and rushed in like a tide, he showed no fear. Instead, he looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, which shook the whole area.

He drew out the White Tiger Sacred Blade from his waist. The blade was flashing with a mysterious light, as if it could cut through all obstacles.

He swung his sword at the enemy group, taking several lives with each swing.

The holy blade was like the god of death's scythe, reaping lives on the battlefield.

The figure of Baihu moved quickly on the battlefield. Sometimes he was like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable; sometimes he was like a dragon flying in the sky, flexible and changeable.

His movements were smooth and each attack was extremely precise, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

His expression was always cold and focused, and he never wavered even when facing life and death situations.

His language was brief and powerful, and every word revealed unquestionable majesty.

"Kill!" This is his only slogan and his best interpretation of this battle.

His voice was like the sound of a huge bell, echoing endlessly on the battlefield, inspiring the army behind him to fight bravely.

His White Tiger Slaying Spear and White Tiger Sacred Blade seemed to be a part of his body, working in perfect harmony with him.

The energy forms of these two weapons cooperate with each other in Baihu's hands, forming an impeccable offensive and defensive system.

The White Tiger formed by the White Tiger Killing World Spear relies on its extremely fast speed and flexible movements to continuously shuttle back and forth in the enemy's formation to attack, creating great chaos and panic.

The white tiger formed by the White Tiger Sacred Blade uses its powerful strength and hard scales to provide protection for its master, while launching fierce attacks on the enemy.

As the battle progressed, the White Tiger's whole body was filled with powerful energy, and the Dharma image formed by the White Tiger Slaying Spear in his hand suddenly let out an earth-shaking roar. His body instantly turned into a ray of white light and rushed towards the enemy fiercely at such an extremely fast speed that the enemy could not react at all. They fell down one after another, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

At the same time, the Dharma image formed by the White Tiger Holy Blade also let out a roar that shook the earth. Its entire body shone brightly, as dazzling as the sun. The enemies were knocked away like fallen leaves, and screams rang out one after another.

As the battle progressed, the situation on the battlefield gradually became clear.

On the city wall, the Cangzhou army fought desperately with the Yaohua Pass defenders.

Some soldiers were stabbed by the enemy's spears and fell in a pool of blood; some soldiers bravely jumped off the city wall and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

The fighting on and below the city walls was extremely brutal, with lives being lost every moment.

However, at this moment, the defenders on the city wall made a horrified discovery.

The city gate was lost!
A team of Cangzhou cavalry came from behind the siege army. The sound of their horses' hooves was as deafening as thunder and the sabers in their hands flashed coldly.

In addition, the army led by the Five Elements Armor continued to pour in from behind them.

The defenders were suddenly caught in a desperate situation of being attacked from both sides.

The generals in the city decisively ordered: "Everyone, retreat to the city! Defend the inner city to the death!"

Although the soldiers were unwilling, they had no choice but to obey orders under the circumstances.

They fought and retreated, retreating towards the inner city with difficulty.

The fighting in the inner city was even more brutal.

Relying on the advantages of city walls and street fighting, the defenders fought a desperate battle with the Cangzhou army.

Every street and every house became a battlefield, and the blood dyed the entire inner city red. However, the offensive of the Cangzhou army became more and more fierce.

They wanted to break through this strong pass at all costs, and every charge made the defenders terrified.

On a high ground in the inner city, the defending general watched more and more soldiers fall in a pool of blood, his heart filled with pain and helplessness.

He knew that Yaohua Pass could no longer be defended and they had done their best.

But the gap between the enemy and us is too obvious.

Not to mention the number of people, quality of soldiers and equipment.

As for the gods of war alone, there is not a single one at Yaohua Pass.

However, the war gods of the Cangzhou Army appeared in large numbers as if they were free.

The wind was howling and the flags were fluttering. Under the towering pass, Baihu's eyes were firm and cold, like the last piece of unmelted ice in the cold winter. His gaze penetrated the layers of fog and shot straight to the top of the pass.

As the war drums sounded, the white tiger rushed towards the inner city of Yaohua Pass like lightning.

His steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to cause the earth to tremble.

The White Tiger Slaying Spear flew in his hand, transforming into silver lightning that tore through the air and went straight for the enemy general.

Faced with the White Tiger's thundering attack, the enemy generals were not to be outdone and drew their swords to fight back.

However, under the power of the White Tiger Killing Spear, their resistance seemed so pale and powerless.

Every time the gun tip trembles, a life is taken away; every time the gun shadow passes, a howl is left behind.

As the battle reached its climax, a mysterious light flashed on the blade of the White Tiger Sacred Blade, as if it could cut through all obstacles.

He swung his sword at the enemy, and each swing took away several lives. The holy blade was like the scythe of the god of death, reaping lives on the battlefield.

With the blessing of the White Tiger Holy Blade, the White Tiger's attack became more fierce, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, invincible.

"die!"

The commander of Yaohua Pass, a military commander at the god-level, is definitely not weak outside.

But in front of the White Tiger, he couldn't even last a single round. He was pierced through the chest by the White Tiger's Killing World Spear and fell in a pool of blood.

As they gradually fell, the enemy troops inside Yaohua Pass completely lost their fighting spirit.

They dropped their weapons and raised their hands in surrender.

The white tiger held its head high and chest out, and its sturdy figure looked so tall and majestic in the sun, as if a god of war had descended to the earth.

On the top of the inner city of Yaohua Pass, the white tiger overlooks the land beneath its feet.

He put away the White Tiger World-Slaying Spear and the White Tiger Sacred Blade, and gently stroked these two magical weapons that had accompanied him in battle.

The dawn light in the sky gradually tore through the night sky, and a red sun rose slowly from the east, illuminating the vast earth.

Amidst the rolling mountains, a solid city stands there. Its tall city walls seem like an insurmountable barrier, separating the inside and the outside into two worlds.

Under the city, Li Jing rode on a tall horse, his armor flashing a cold light in the sun.

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he stared at the city ahead, with a firm and resolute expression on his face.

Behind him was the mighty Cangzhou army. Every soldier was in high spirits and morale. They were arranged in neat formations, like an indestructible iron wall.

　The battle of Qizhou ends here for the time being. Next, the protagonist will return to Cangzhou to continue the trouble.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)