Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

Why is Mo Qiushui here?

Luo Heng clearly stated that he would lead the main force to confront Mo Qiushui head-on.

How did Mo Qiushui end up on the west side?

Could Luo Heng's intelligence be wrong?

wrong.

Qiao Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Damn!

We've fallen for their trap!

Luo Heng was putting on an act with Niu Ba and Wang Ye; there was no real direct confrontation. He had no intention of defending Hengjiang County!

He wanted to use Qiao Yuan and the others as expendable pawns to delay Mo Qiushui's progress, giving himself enough time to escape.

Luo Heng, that son of a bitch!

He speaks with great righteousness, but when it really matters, he runs away faster than anyone else!

It's too late to say anything now. The opposing team has five Marrow Cleansing Realm cultivators plus one Marrow Cleansing Realm Perfection Realm cultivator, while our side only has three Marrow Cleansing Realm cultivators plus a bunch of Blood Refining Realm cultivators.

At Mo Qiushui's command, the five Marrow Cleansing Realm warriors behind her spurred their horses and charged out with swift movements.

Two of them headed straight for Qiao Yuan, clearly intending to eliminate Qiao Yuan, the martial artist with the highest cultivation level, first.

The other three charged at Ding Yi, Hong Lang, and the last one turned his horse around and charged at the Blood Refinement Realm constables, like a tiger among sheep, each strike taking a life.

Seeing that Qiao Yuan was struggling alone, Hong Lang was about to ride over to help him.

Just then, something unexpected happened. Hong Lang suddenly stopped and stared wide-eyed.

A long spear pierced Qiao Yuan's chest, and blood instantly stained his official robes.

He turned his head with difficulty to look at Hong Lang, muttering something intermittently.

Another martial artist swung his longsword down, and with a flash of cold light, Qiao Yuan's head was chopped off, rolling to the ground, blood gushing out.

His eyes remained wide open, fixed on the distance, as if there was something he couldn't bear to part with.

Hong Lang was stunned. He stared at Qiao Yuan's head and the blood-soaked corpse on the horse's back, his mind blank.

The sounds of killing seemed to disappear, leaving only the heavy pounding of my own heart.

Qiao Yuan, the person who was always extremely kind to him, is dead.

He died such a gruesome death that he wasn't even left with a complete body.

Just as Hong Lang was stunned, hundreds of warriors on horseback suddenly appeared behind Mo Qiushui. They were neatly arranged and had an imposing presence.

At the very front of those hundreds of martial artists was a jet-black steed, with a middle-aged man sitting on its back.

He was dressed in a black robe and exuded a powerful aura that far surpassed the Marrow Cleansing Realm, clearly indicating that he was at the Qi Gathering Realm!

It was Mo Wentian, the magistrate of Longxiang County.

Hong Lang ignored how many people had come up the slope, his eyes fixed on the headless corpse that was still bleeding.

Ah Bao, Granny Liang, Qiao Yuan...

Hong Lang was somewhat confused as to why people who wanted to live a good life always seemed to fail.

Why must these kind people always suffer such a cruel fate?

Why...

Hong Lang's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the martial artist on the slope.

He raised his halberd, pointing it at the two martial artists who had killed Qiao Yuan, and slowly uttered a single word:

"kill!"

As if sensing its master's emotions, the red date let out a furious screech and charged fiercely into the enemy ranks.

Someone on the slope scoffed, "A martial artist who's only at the initial stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, does he really think he can take on a hundred people single-handedly?"

Everyone looked at Hong Lang with a hint of pity; he was a man on the verge of death.

Eager to prove himself, a martial artist at the initial stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm spurred his horse forward, raising his spear high: "Watch me take your dog's life!"

Hong Lang's eyes narrowed, he gripped his halberd tightly, and before the spear could get close, he spurred his warhorse and charged towards the warrior.

The second move of the Mountain and River Halberd: Iron Horse Piercing Through the Clouds!

Hong Lang pointed his halberd diagonally at the ground, and using the momentum of his warhorse, thrust the halberd tip toward the warrior's abdomen with unstoppable force.

Seeing the fierce onslaught of the flood, the warrior hurriedly tried to defend himself, but his spear only managed to block the shaft of the halberd, not the violent impact.

With a "plop" sound, the halberd tip easily pierced his abdomen, and blood gushed out.

The warrior's face was filled with disbelief. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body went limp, and he slid off his horse, crashing heavily to the ground.

From the moment he charged out of the battle formation to his death, it was only a matter of two breaths, a single, swift strike.

A notification popped up simultaneously: [Killed a beginner martial artist in the Marrow Cleansing Realm, gained 50 Martial Arts Points]

Mo Wentian, standing on the slope, raised an eyebrow and looked at Hong Lang with a more inquisitive gaze.

Hong Lang did not stop, and once again spurred his warhorse to charge towards the enemy.

"court death!"

Two martial artists at the Lesser Completion stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm simultaneously charged out on horseback, one wielding a spear and the other a knife, attacking Hong Lang from the left and right.

Hong Lang suddenly pulled on the reins, and Hongzao stood up abruptly, dodging the spear's thrust. He then swung his halberd horizontally, and with a clang, blocked the slash of the curved blade.

Before he could regain his footing, the spearman attacked again, his spear darting out like a snake from its hole, aiming straight for Hong Lang's throat.

Hong Lang leaned close to the horse's back, avoiding the fatal blow. He then flicked his halberd with his other hand, grazing the warrior's calf and leaving a deep wound.

The longsword warrior on the other side seized the opportunity and slashed down again, aiming straight for Hong Lang's back.

Hong Lang suddenly turned his horse around, raised his halberd to block, and with a few clanging sounds, he exerted his strength, causing the longsword warrior to stagger backward.

The third move of the Mountain and River Halberd: Silver Hook Reflecting the Moon!

Hong Lang swept his halberd horizontally, slamming it heavily into the opponent's chest. The martial artist coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

[Defeat a martial artist at the Lesser Completion stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm and gain 60 Martial Arts Points]

At this moment, the spear-wielding warrior charged forward again, each move deadly, trying his best to take down Hong Lang.

The two men were locked in combat, their halberds and spears clashing repeatedly.

After several rounds, Hong Lang's left shoulder was slashed by the spear, leaving a deep wound. But he seized the opportunity and thrust out his halberd, piercing through his opponent's throat.

[Defeat a martial artist at the Lesser Completion stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm and gain 60 Martial Arts Points]

Hong Lang sat steadily on his horse, his halberd pointing straight at the enemy camp, his killing intent undiminished.

"You've got some skill; I underestimated you," Mo Qiushui coldly ordered. "Men, attack him all at once! I want to see how long he can hold out!"

The five Marrow Cleansing Realm warriors standing behind her all spurred their horses and charged towards Hong Lang.

"Two Great Completion Marrow Cleansing Realm cultivators and three Lesser Completion Marrow Cleansing Realm cultivators—I refuse to believe we can't deal with him!" Mo Qiushui gritted her teeth.

The five worked together seamlessly, completely blocking all of Hong Lang's escape routes.

Hong Lang dodged with difficulty amidst the flashing swords, while simultaneously searching for an opportunity to counterattack.

Every swing of the halberd was executed with all his might.

However, the combined strength of the five was simply too overwhelming, and Hong Lang gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, with more and more wounds appearing on his body.

If it weren't for the [Dragon Spirit and Tiger Might], he probably would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

But he fought to the death and refused to retreat. Even though he was covered in wounds, he had no thought of surrendering.

Five Marrow Cleansing Realm warriors took turns attacking for half an hour, but they still failed to defeat Hong Lang. Instead, they were repeatedly thwarted by his counterattacks, and two of them even suffered wounds. They gradually became somewhat wary of him.

Mo Wentian, standing on the slope, slowly nodded and exclaimed, "He's truly a rare talent. If we could recruit him..."

He shouted, "Stop!"

Upon hearing this, the five martial artists immediately withdrew their attacks and retreated.

Mo Wentian stared at Hong Lang, his voice echoing across the battlefield: "Who goes there? State your name!"

Hong Lang wiped the blood from his face, raised his halberd, and pointed it directly at Mo Wentian: "Hong Lang is here, who dares to fight me!"

The spirit of youth is not concerned with fame or fortune; it lies in this halberd that sweeps across the sky, fearless and undaunted.