My Cultivation Starting from Archery Chapter 817 - 245 Fierce Battle2

The fierce battle has officially begun!

The Golden Bow and Silver Bullet appeared in Chen Sansi’s hands. He stood on the eaves of the city tower, overlooking the entire battlefield. His speed in drawing the bow was so fast that afterimages appeared. One Flowing Light Arrow after another, infused with True Power, continuously pierced through barriers and fell onto the battlefield.

Within a few breaths, he had taken the lives of over a hundred soldiers, and several siege engines exploded into ruins under the terrifying force.

However, the enemy cultivators naturally wouldn’t just watch. Several cultivators imdiately aligned themselves with the aid of golden light, resisting the arrows together and falling into a brief stalemate.

anwhile, their soldiers finally reached the base of the wall, climbing the ladders and storming the war chariots one after another.

"Kill the traitors!"

"Kill the traitors!"

"..."

However, as before, even if soone managed to climb up the city walls, they still had to face the barrier of the Second-Tier Array first. The Beiliang soldiers hidden behind the barrier could take up long weapons infused with Wind Attribute Dark Power, causing heavy losses to the court’s troops.

But the good tis didn’t last long.

As more and more enemy troops sward like ants, the Xuan Armor Wind Formation’s fluctuations beca increasingly intense. Ripples oscillated layer by layer on the surface of the barrier, as if soone kept throwing stones into a calm lake.

Especially after the cultivators began relentlessly casting spells to bombard it, the City Protection Barrier’s fluctuations grew even larger.

The Second-Tier Formation could not be easily breached by a group of Qi Refinent Realm cultivators. However, it did not an the array wouldn’t suffer damage; it could only continually repair itself, which required consuming a large amount of Spirit Stones.

Chen Sansi did not remain a bystander. His entire body was enveloped in black armor, the Bright Silver Spear appeared in his hand, and he beca one with the Fire Dragon, breaking through the Xuan Armor Wind Formation’s barrier to fight outside the city.

It took four Qi Refining Perfected Cultivators joining forces to barely withstand one attack, and even then, they all fell back over several hundred yards.

Just as Chen Sansi was about to pursue his victory, he felt a bone-chilling Sword Qi coming from behind. With agility like a flying bird, he turned his body, while thrusting his long spear forward, clashing with a force as black as ink, akin to the silt at the bottom of a thousand-year-old cold pool. Under the terrible impact, he crashed to the ground outside the city gate like a blazing teor, leaving a huge crater. The aftermath alone killed more than a dozen soldiers.

Feeling the piercing cold within his body, he slowly lifted his long spear.

On the shaft of the Bright Silver Spear, there was a sticky black liquid that couldn’t be shaken off, continually eroding his Fire Elent True Power.

Who else could it be but Ling Family’s Ancestor, Ling Kui?

In the void.

Ling Kui appeared on the battlefield aboard a Flying Boat piloted by cultivators. He carried a broad sword on his shoulder, with a blade of grass in his mouth, his narrowed pupils revealing a cold killing intent.

He looked at the other Shengyun Sect cultivators and said slowly, "All of you, attack the city with full force. Leave this person to ."

"Senior Ling, don’t underestimate the enemy!"

The cultivators expressed their concern.

"Scram."

Ling Kui coldly scolded them.

"..."

The Shengyun Sect cultivators wouldn’t continue to try warming a cold heart. They bypassed the White Robe and rushed towards the city wall, working with their fellow sect mbers to attack the City Protection Array.

Ling Kui, however, slowly passed through the Heavenly Gate, letting the golden light bless him, step by step, walking towards the White Robe. His icy True Power gradually spread, and as the broad sword scraped across the ground, it left a layer of dark frost as if soone had spilled ink on ice.

True Power Middle Stage!

Realm suppression combined with the water elent counter.

From ten steps away, Chen Sansi’s Fire Elent True Power dimd by three points.

"Chen, didn’t you run quite fast last ti?"

Ling Kui mocked while biting down on the blade of grass, "Now that you’ve seen , why are you still standing? Aren’t you quickly hiding inside your turtle shell?"

Facing mockery.

Chen Sansi remained calm and answered calmly, "What’s the rush? At least let’s spar a bit first."

"Peh—"

Ling Kui spat out the grass root: "Fine."

Just as the word "fine" fell.

He had already appeared in front of the White Robe, the sword of the Yin Gui Netherworld Sword entangled with a sticky black liquid. Before he knew it, it was just half a step away from his throat!

Fire Elent!

"Clang!"

Silver light intertwined with flas, the sound of tal clashing was like a bell toll, and then it was continuous, like the sound of hamring iron, with the frequency increasing until it beca continuous.

On one side was the black sticky liquid hacked out by the fierce Sword Moves.

On the other side was the arc of flas swung by the ultimate spear technique.

The two forces of True Power constantly collided until a sinister True Power tornado, mixed with scorching flas, rose up.

Ling Kui with each slash.

The White Robe retreated at least one step.

And each ti the weapons collided, another portion of the spear was marred by the black Gui Water, until it nearly wrapped around the entire spear shaft, turning the once pristine silver spear black and dirty.

From afar, it seed like it had been deeply buried in silt and could never be cleaned again.

Not only the weapons.

Within Chen Sansi, the Jingshen Shrine seed also to be strangled and engulfed by the black liquid, severely affecting his strength, from full strength, to nine-tenths, down to six-tenths...

If he continued to stubbornly fight on.

He would...

Lose his True Power!

In a short ti, his True Power would be completely sealed!

How strange is the opponent’s True Power!

Even his master never ntioned it!

It should be known.

The opponent’s realm was originally higher than his own, to exchange more than ten blows was still due to the support of the [Unrivaled] War Intent, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to withstand even ten rounds!