Under normal circumstances, a normal army in the era of cold weapons would completely collapse once the casualty rate exceeded 30%. However, these thousands of Mongolian cavaliers were probably the elites of a certain lord, and they managed to hold out until 40%.
However, that was it.
When Song Ziqing once again broke through the formation and came out unscathed, the rest of the cavalry finally felt their hearts shatter. They wailed and immediately collapsed, fleeing in all directions!
Only 400 corpses remained.
Song Ziqing's body was covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell if it was his or someone else's.
Looking at the Mongolian cavaliers that were fleeing in all directions, he suddenly let out a long howl that shook several miles!
The gloominess in his heart was finally swept away.
Under the agitation of his emotions, the Qi in his body was like a pearl, circulating rapidly in his meridians. It was faster and faster, like a flood rushing through a dike, and actually broke through the barrier at the main point of the perineum. From then on, the dragon and tiger communicated, and the conception and governor vessels were opened. The last barrier in the cultivation of martial arts and internal energy was broken by him, and the true Qi flowed through his limbs and bones.
He could not help but be overjoyed. Genuine Qi had always been his weakness. Fortunately, he had Yan Nantian's thirty years of internal energy to supplement it. Otherwise, he could only rely on his excellent saber techniques to fight against experts in a decisive battle. He would inevitably suffer a loss.
However, from then on, birds could fly in the sky and fish could jump in the sea!
When the people of the Great Song who were tied up behind heard the howl, they all knelt down in front of Song Ziqing. They only suspected that he was a Divine General who had descended to the mortal world to save people. Otherwise, how could he have single-handedly killed so many powerful Mongolian Tartars?
Even Cheng Yaojia, who had rushed over, was treated like a fairy descending to the mortal world. The sound of her kowtowing was endless, and the girl was at a loss.
Song Ziqing ordered,"Divide all the property with the people and let them escape quickly!"”
Cheng Yaojia did as she was told. She turned around and saw Song Ziqing sleeping on the horse.
Startled, she caressed Song Ziqing's face lovingly, not caring about the black blood stains on her face at all.
She sang a folk song from her hometown. It was crisp and pleasant to the ears, and Song Ziqing's tightly furrowed brows relaxed a lot.
A moment later, Song Ziqing slowly woke up, feeling refreshed and full of energy.
Looking at the worried Cheng Yaojia, he suddenly laughed and picked her up. With a tap of his toes, the two of them were already on the horse.
Cheng Yaojia cried out in surprise. She felt a strong wind blowing against her face. The only warm place was the man's chest behind her. She couldn't help but bury her head deep into his chest.
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Song Zhi passed through the gorgeous pavilions and appeared in the whet-sharpening hall.
He took a deep breath and pushed his mental state to the peak before pushing the door open.
The pressure Song Que was giving him was simply too great. Even he didn't dare to be negligent.
"You're back?"
"Yes, big brother."
"Have you met Shi Qing?"
Song Zhi's heart tightened. He knew that Song Que was still clinging to the tradition in his heart.
As for Song Ziqing changing his name without permission, he did not acknowledge it at all.
He couldn't help but worry about Song Ziqing.
Song Zhi organized his words in his heart, thinking about how to speak up for Song Ziqing. After all, after their conversation, their views on the situation and the future were quite similar.
A faint voice sounded, but it made his heart tremble!
"How's his saber?" Song Que suddenly asked.”
Song Zhi was crying bitterly in his heart. Song Que was different from the rest. Although he hadn't seen his son for years, the first thing he asked was not a question of his well-being. It seemed a little unreasonable.
But perhaps it was precisely because of this inhumanity that Song Que was worthy of the name Skyblade.
Song Que didn't ask if Song Ziqing was safe or healthy. He only asked about his saber. It was obvious that he was very interested in Song Ziqing's saber.
Generally speaking, it wasn't a pleasant experience to be interested in.
For example, the Heaven Monarch Xi Ying was chased to the point where he had no way out.
Of course, Song Que wouldn't be so ruthless to Song Ziqing, but that didn't stop him from doing something else...
Song Zhi had a lot of thoughts in that moment, but he didn't dare to lie and said truthfully,""Zi…Shi Qing's blade technique is excellent, Eldest Brother has a worthy successor.”
Song Que frowned." You know that's not what I'm asking. I sent you there to see if his sabers call themselves a family.”
"That's right." Song Zhi braced himself. His saber was magnificent and he called himself a sect. He paused for a moment before gritting his teeth and saying,"I can see that his charm is completely different from Eldest Brother's.”
Song Que was taken aback. For the first time, the usually calm and composed Song Clan lord revealed a look of surprise.
"Tell me the details."
"Eldest Brother's saber is focused on giving up the saber and having no other things. He has the zen heart of forgetting the saber after obtaining it. He tries to combine his body with heaven and earth, and become one with heaven and man. In essence, it is a merciless blade."
Song Que nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as he looked at Song Zhi. He did not expect that his younger brother, who practiced the sword, would have such a deep understanding of his Saber Dao.
However, Song Zhi only wanted to smile bitterly. It was precisely because of this that he was worried for Song Ziqing.
Because Song Ziqing walked a completely different path!
"Ziqing's saber is different," Song Zhi said solemnly."He walks the saber of sentiment." Even though his saber was extremely sharp and his saber techniques were threatening, it was his emotions that drove the saber. When he used it, he could even trigger the emotions in the enemy's heart. It was truly amazing.”
Song Que was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed.
"Such a blade is truly wonderful!"
"Such a blade," he said slowly,"will become…a sharpening hall!”
Song Zhi's heart sank. The thing he was most worried about had happened. He became more and more anxious, but he did not know how to stop it.
Because this was a battle of ideas!
Song Que had devoted his entire life to the Dao of the saber, and he would never allow anyone to question his path.
Even his own son was no exception.
Song Que chuckled." Don't worry. Not now. I still have to wait."”
"Wait for what?" Song Zhi asked.
Song Que stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sharper than a blade."Wait until his knife is sharpened!”
"Wait until his ambitions grow bigger!"
"Wait until he kills…more people!”
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