Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Then, he flicked his finger.

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The sword emitted a clear, resonant sound, its blade trembled violently, broke free from the eagle's grasp, and spun into the air!

The golden blade traced a dazzling arc in the twilight, like a small sun rising into the sky.

Those who gain it will triumph, and those who lose it will perish.

The thought popped into Li Sushang's mind, and she immediately leaped up to grab the sword, her gaze following the golden light.

Boom!

It was as if something deep within her heart had been struck.

Ten years of sword heart training, three years of the Clear Mirror Realm, twenty-one sword forms, a mother's expectations, Cheng Ling Shuang's teachings...

All of these things converged into a torrent at this moment, breaking through a barrier she had never noticed before.

My mother once said, "When your mind is in harmony with Xuanyuan's, your sword intent will naturally be formed."

It turned out to be the case.

That's it!

The sword spinning in the air seemed to sense something, and its light shone brightly!

At that moment, Li Sushang believed that she had grasped the essence of swordsmanship.

"What a fine sword! It can even be imbued with spirit, but you're too late."

The moment she leaped into the air to snatch the sword, the eagle also soared up at the same time, not trying to grab the hilt, but instead grabbing the blade directly.

Boom!Boom!

Two craters were blasted open in the sand, and the two men landed on the ground at the same time, only a foot apart.

"I won! Die, little girl!" The eagle landed in front, its eyes fierce. It exerted its strength suddenly, and before it could turn its sword to grip the hilt, it grabbed the blade and was about to slash at Li Sushang!

What the girl sought was victory in the "martial arts contest".

What the eagles want is victory in the "war".

To win means to get what you want and to destroy what you want to destroy.

Therefore, Li Sushang followed the rules.

The eagles, however, take advantage of the rules.

Use the opponent's target to protect yourself, use your own weaknesses to lure the enemy, and then use that incomparably sharp sword to kill.

This is the trap set by the eagle.

So far, every step has met his expectations, and the plan is perfect.

boom!

The eagle's body jerked violently!

Zhang Yang slammed into the eagle from the side, his entire body like a stone thrown from a catapult, using all his strength to strike the eagle's ribs.

This collision wouldn't cause any real damage to a master eagle; it's like a sparrow hitting a tree trunk, which wouldn't even sway.

but--

It did make the eagle sway slightly, but its center of gravity shifted by half a point.

Perhaps it was because of the eagle's previous exertion, or perhaps it was because it was unsteady after landing, or perhaps it simply didn't expect it.

However, Zhang Yang did indeed crash into it.

'He actually did that... I'm sorry, Brother Zhang, I realized it too late.'

In an instant, Li Sushang's brain completed the calculations, and she pointed her finger like a sword, striking the enemy with a death-defying determination to take them both down with her.

Sword strike! Horizontal slash!

It was like a bolt of lightning striking down from the heavens!

'How could I die from such a light bump?' Eagle couldn't believe it. He slowed down his movements slightly, and with the force of the impact, the blade didn't hit Li Sushang. Instead, the hilt slammed down on her.

Click!

With a sharp crack, half of the eagle's skull caved in, and blood gushed from the wound, drawing a ghastly arc on the twilight sand.

boom!

Li Sushang felt a deafening buzz in her head, as if something had exploded inside her skull. The scene before her eyes began to spin, the world turned upside down, and the sand and sky rapidly shifted in her vision.

The girl was lucky; the eagle's final strike landed on the hilt of the sword, not the blade.

However, she had very bad luck.

Because, in the distance, eight unpoisoned bandits were slowly approaching, knives in hand, their eyes gleaming with undisguised ferocity.

Like a pack of hungry wolves, eyeing two exhausted prey.

Dusk deepened.

The desert wind blew in, carrying the stench of blood.

At this point, Li Sushang was even struggling to maintain her balance and walk in a straight line.

Zhang Yang scrambled to his feet, half his body numb, but he grabbed Li Sushang's wrist: "Come this way..."

Chapter Six: One Man Kills a Hundred

Dusk had fallen.

The last glimmer of dark red on the horizon sank below the horizon, and the desert was plunged into a vast expanse of gray-blue.

Just three meters away from the ruined walls of the post station was the carcass of an eagle.

Half of a shattered face lay buried in the sand, the blood long since congealed, leaving dark brown marks in the twilight.

Zhang Yang leaned against the wall, panting heavily. His back was pressed against the scorching hot earthen wall, and his feet were on a soft sandy ground.

He marked the spot; he had dug it before he came.

Hidden under the sand was a short crossbow, twenty bolts, and seven earthenware jars filled with kerosene, sand, and rags, with cloth strips used as fuses.

Simple Molotov cocktail.

The materials were found in the Jinsha Gang's warehouse and were hastily prepared while waiting for the main force to return.

At the time, I was just thinking, "What if I need it?"

Now I'm actually using it.

Li Sushang sat on the sand at his feet, leaning against the wall, her hands gripping the Xuanyuan Sword stuck in the sand.

She tried to open her eyes, but her pupils were dilated.

The eagle's final blow with the hilt of its sword, though it didn't shatter her skull, had enough shockwave to momentarily disorient a martial arts master.

Su Chang felt as if she had drunk a whole jar of strong liquor; the world before her eyes was spinning, and the sand and sky were switching places from time to time.

In the distance, a dark shadow is moving.

The eight members of the Jinsha Gang who hadn't been poisoned were gathering from different directions.

They held knives in their hands, their steps were weary, but their eyes were fierce.

I've been traveling all day.

They looted, killed, rode back on horseback, only to find the village burned down, the water poisoned, and the gang leader dead.

They were tired, hungry, and thirsty, but they could still fight.

Eight ruthless bandits are facing off against a nearly crippled young girl and a boy who knows no martial arts.

It looks like a sure win.

The leader of the group, who had a scar running diagonally from his brow bone to his chin, raised his hand in a gesture of respect.

The remaining people immediately dispersed, forming a semi-circular encirclement, and slowly advanced towards the ruined wall.

The formation was loose, but the advances and retreats were well-organized.

Soldiers trained by eagles.

Even though the gang leader is dead, the habits remain.

Experienced, ruthless killers—these are truly formidable opponents.

Zhang Yang turned his head and lowered his voice: "Su Chang, are you alright?"

"Hold on for another fifteen minutes..."

"It's alright, leave it to me."

Zhang Yang pulled a Molotov cocktail from the sandpit and lit the strip of cloth with a tinderbox.

The firelight flickered in the twilight, illuminating half of his face.

Then he threw it out with all his might!

The Molotov cocktail flew in an arc and landed on the sand in front of the crowd.

boom!

The earthenware pot shattered, splattering oil everywhere. The cloth strip fuse instantly ignited the oil, creating a wall of fire several meters long on the ground!

Flames shot up more than ten feet high, and a wave of heat swept over us, tearing a reddish-orange wound through the gray-blue twilight!

The eight people were forced to retreat.

Some people squinted instinctively, some raised their arms to shield themselves from the heat, and some tried to bypass the wall of fire to flank from the side. In the midst of this chaos, Zhang Yang pulled the trigger on his crossbow!

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The first arrow has been fired!

A bandit who was turning left was shot in the shoulder with an arrow. He groaned, staggered two steps, and his figure was illuminated by the firelight.

Zhang Yang shifted half a step to the side, readjusted the wind, and pulled the trigger!

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The second one!

A bandit who was trying to crouch down and hide was pierced in the thigh by an arrow, and he screamed and fell to his knees.

Amidst the flickering flames, the billowing smoke, and the chaotic shouts, and with the walls in place, these people had no choice but to attack head-on if they wanted to launch an attack!

Each time he pulled the crossbow bolt, he needed half a breath to nock the arrow, but during that half breath, no one rushed up to him.

"Damn it, go to hell!"

One of the bandits, disregarding any formation, charged forward with his knife.

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The bandit was instantly impaled in the chest by an arrow, staggered a couple of steps, and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yang's accuracy was actually just so-so, but his body was large enough, and he added poison to all his arrows, making them incredibly lethal.

Of course, the real reason that allowed him to dominate was actually a wall behind him.

With your back against the wall, you only need to face the enemy in front of you, without worrying about being attacked from the side or behind.

The enemy could not surround them and could only attack from the front, thus creating a "one man can hold the pass" terrain advantage.

With solid ground behind and a stable footing, the rhythm won't be disrupted by flanking maneuvers or surprise attacks.

"Five left..."

Zhang Yang thought to himself that the best thing to do for this bandit was to escape. Although Li Sushang was dizzy, no one knew when she would recover, and once she did, they knew they wouldn't survive.

However, their ferocity as bandits led them to choose to kill.

boom!

One of the ruthless bandits picked up the corpse, brandished a long gun, and charged at Zhang Yang, using his companion's body as a shield.

"Take this Molotov cocktail!"

Zhang Yang didn't tolerate it and threw a Molotov cocktail directly.