Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

"Bang!"

A northern barbarian soldier was smashed by Zhang Tie, his bones broken and his brains splattered on the spot.

Suddenly, a cold blade shot out from the flank, as fast as the wind, and just barely grazed Zhang Tie's ribs.

He felt a sharp pain under his ribs as a large, bloody gash was immediately cut open, from which blood gushed out.

"That big oaf, he's got some brute strength!"

Zheng Bin licked his scarlet lips, his eyes filled with a sinister glint.

"I really want to taste your meat! Judging from your appearance, it must be very firm!"

Zheng Yan is a cannibal, and his brother Zheng Bin is also a bloodthirsty demon.

Zhang Tie's face twitched violently, and his angry shout silenced the surrounding area.

"I'll eat your ancestors' bread!"

Zhang Tie swung his double hammers, striking Zheng Bin squarely in the chest and abdomen.

However, Zheng Bin dodged left and right like a slippery fish, and with a backhand, he added two more deep wounds to Zhang Tie's body, revealing the bone.

He was clearly a shrewd hunter, toying with Zhang Tie like a cat playing with a mouse, not in a hurry to kill him.

But soon, Zhang Tie felt a tingling sensation under his ribs, and his heart sank—Zheng Bin's knife was poisoned!

Zhang Tie was secretly alarmed, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how to buy himself a little more time.

Suddenly, a furious shout came from behind Zhang Tie.

"Traitor to the Han, prepare to die!"

Zhang Tie turned around abruptly, only to find a Soul-Snatching Halberd already aimed straight at his face.

It reeked of blood, and two pieces of undried flesh still clung to the tip of the halberd.

In the rush, Zhang Tie had no choice but to block with his horizontal hammer.

"Clang!"

The immense force sent Zhang Tie flying more than ten feet away, along with his plum blossom silver hammer.

While the person was still in the air, blood gushed out.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood splattered onto the ground, but Zhang Tie actually felt a bit more relieved of the tightness in his chest and abdomen.

After landing, he slowly got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and curled his lips in a disdainful smile.

"Your Soul-Snatching Halberd is nothing special! Come on, fight again!"

Zhang Tie deliberately provoked Zheng Yan, just to buy more time for the main force.

Seeing Zhang Tie's arrogance, Zheng Yan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, turning blood red.

"Fine! You're asking for it, I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"

Zhang Tie was already no match for Zheng Yan alone, and now with the addition of the elusive Zheng Bin, he was even more overwhelmed.

The Soul-Snatching Halberd and the Willow Leaf Longsword attacked from both sides, their cold light clashing, each move deadly.

In just five moves, Zhang Tie was accidentally struck in the chest by the Soul-Snatching Halberd and flew backward several feet as if struck by lightning.

Before Zhang Tie could get up, Zheng Bin had already approached like a ghost and slashed down with his knife.

"Bang!"

The world Zhang Tie saw was instantly engulfed in crimson...

Jiming City, South Gate.

Lu Zheng paced anxiously back and forth under the city gate, frequently peering into the city.

"Why haven't they come out yet?"

He and Li Ping'an had just repelled a wave of Northern Barbarian troops attacking the city, and seeing the enemy's offensive growing stronger, he was already extremely anxious.

Li Ping'an stood atop the city wall, his gaze fixed on the city just like Lü Zheng's.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he shouted sharply, "They're here!"

Suddenly, a group of people rushed out from a small alley.

Lin Feng led his personal guards at the front, covered in blood and exuding a chilling murderous aura.

Following them were Feng Qing, Shi Chong, and a group of wounded rebel soldiers.

"Brother Lin!"

Lu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, quickly stepped forward, and then subconsciously glanced back: "That bastard Zheng Yan didn't chase after us, did he?"

Lin Feng shook his head, his expression grave: "We can't catch up for now. What's the situation outside the city?"

Lu Zheng turned to Li Ping'an on the city wall and gestured, saying in a deep voice, "We just repelled one wave, and I reckon they'll be back soon. Brother Li has been keeping an eye on things; have him check again."

Li Ping'an nodded in understanding from the city wall, then peered out and shouted urgently, "The Northern Barbarian Tartars are attacking again! About two thousand of them!"

They're attacking again?

Lu Zheng frowned and looked at Lin Feng: "Brother Lin, we don't have time to waste fighting them off, let's charge out!"

This was exactly what Lin Feng wanted to hear, and he immediately nodded: "Good! Tell Brother Li and the others to quickly get down from the city wall, and we'll charge out!"

Every second counts; only by rushing forward can we escape.

Outside the city, the Northern Barbarian soldiers, launching their third fierce attack, carried ladders and charged forward like madmen.

But the tightly closed city gates suddenly burst open!

Three figures charged out first, their killing intent overwhelming, heading straight for the Northern Barbarian soldiers attacking the city.

Caught off guard, the northern barbarian soldiers were thrown into chaos.

Some people hurriedly threw down the ladders and frantically drew their bows and arrows, while those who didn't have bows and arrows drew their long swords and bravely charged forward.

"kill!"

Lin Feng held the Cheng Ying sword, its shadow flashing like lightning. Every time it was drawn, a Northern Barbarian soldier was either killed or wounded!

"Pfft!"

The Cheng Ying sword, sharp enough to cut through iron like mud, pierced straight through the chest of a Northern Barbarian soldier. With a twist of his wrist, Lin Feng sent the sword tip piercing through the body of the man behind the soldier.

After killing two people in one fell swoop, Lin Feng did not stop. He drew his sword and charged towards a shouting Northern Barbarian centurion.

"Stop him! Stop him now!"

The centurion, with his sharp eyes, saw Lin Feng's unstoppable momentum and was immediately filled with fear.

He retreated while sternly ordering his men to step forward.

But those soldiers were no match for Lin Feng; they were killed in just two moves.

In his hands, the Cheng Ying Sword was like the scythe of death; wherever it passed, corpses littered the fields and rivers of blood flowed.

"A ghost! A ghost!"

The northern barbarian centurion had never seen such a fierce and valiant general. Looking at Lin Feng, who was covered in blood, he was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

He frantically drew his bow and shot an arrow at Lin Feng.

"Whoosh!"

Lin Feng moved to the side in a strange manner, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

The next moment, Lin Feng had already closed in on the centurion.

With a flash of sword light, the centurion's head, as big as a bucket, rolled to the ground.

Blood splattered on Lin Feng's face and body, staining his handsome face half red and half white.

He grabbed the centurion's head and, without pausing, charged straight toward the Northern Barbarian army's rear command post.

The commander of this northern barbarian army was a centurion.

He had already noticed Lin Feng, and when he saw this killing god coming towards him, he clenched his teeth and felt a tightness in his chest.

"Archers, shoot him dead!"

By this time, Lin Feng had already gone too far in the fighting, and the nearest comrade behind him was more than fifty paces away.

The centurion dared not confront Lin Feng head-on, and only dared to order the archers to fire in unison.

More than thirty archers immediately drew their bows and nocked their arrows, all aiming at Lin Feng.

"Brother Lin, retreat quickly!"

Seeing this scene from behind, Li Ping'an cried out in alarm.

Even with Lin Feng's unparalleled martial arts skills, facing such a barrage of powerful archers, even a god would find it difficult to withstand.

But Lin Feng did not back down at all.

He knew that Zhang Tie wouldn't last long.

Their only chance of survival was to break through the northern barbarian army in front of them and escape into the mountains.

The quickest way to defeat the enemy is to kill their commander!

"kill!"

Lin Feng let out a low shout, his legs slammed into the ground, and his body shot out like an arrow.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The first volley of arrows came hurtling through the air, and Lin Feng barely managed to dodge them with his swift footwork.

In the blink of an eye, the second volley of arrows was already upon them.

Lin Feng swept his longsword horizontally, instantly severing the throats of two Northern Barbarian soldiers.

He then grabbed one corpse in each hand and pulled them in front of him, using them as human shields!

The whistling arrows either struck the still-warm bodies of the Northern Barbarian soldiers or grazed Lin Feng's clothes, creating an extremely dangerous scene.

The northern barbarian commander was terrified and could only urge his soldiers to fire their arrows faster.

Just as the archers were preparing to fire their third volley of arrows, Lin Feng, carrying two corpses, charged toward them.

"He's here! Fire the arrows!"

"Is that guy even human?"

……

Lin Feng's uncanny speed left the archers utterly horrified.

The moment the third volley of arrows was fired, Lin Feng had already rushed to a position fifteen steps away from them!

At such close range, the arrows become even more powerful.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Arrows rained down on the corpses of the Northern Barbarian soldiers, with a few even piercing through two bodies and slamming into Lin Feng.

Fortunately, Raymond Lam was wearing armor, and although he felt excruciating pain all over his body, he was not shot.

"Buzz!"

An arrow grazed his cheek, leaving a stinging, bloody mark.

"roll!"

As soon as the third volley of arrows stopped, Lin Feng suddenly threw the two corpses toward the archers' ranks.

The heavy corpse crashed down, and the archers scattered in all directions, throwing the ranks into chaos.

This brief period of chaos gave Lin Feng an excellent opportunity—the centurion was completely exposed to him!

"You barbarian dogs of the north, prepare to die!"

The moment Lin Feng flung the corpse away, his body shot out from the spot like a fully charged spring.

The northern barbarian commander was truly terrified. In his decades of military service, he had never seen such a fearless Han Chinese general.

He hurriedly drew his long sword, but his hands trembled uncontrollably.

The next moment, Lin Feng had already reached him, and Cheng Ying Sword met the long saber with a fierce vertical slash.

"Buzz!"

With a flash of light from the long saber, Lin Feng flipped his wrist, instantly gathering the internal energy of the Three Waves of Mount Tai twice, making his sword strike even more powerful and fierce.

Then there was a crisp "snap" sound!

The centurion's long sword snapped in two with a snap!

The momentum of Cheng Ying's sword did not cease, and it went straight for the centurion, slicing off half of his head.

Blood, flesh, bones, and brain matter gushed out, a disgusting and terrifying scene!