The Northern Sword God
Padang Dream Angel IV
Then the battle between the SAINTS took place. Ye Bing Qing faced off against a SAINT from the Western edge who used the empty fist technique.
The SAINT with a palm strike containing lightning, made a deathly glittering light snatch from his palm trying to tear Ye Bing Qing to death. Yet Ye Bing Qing did not become daunted.
The Elf-born girl then used a combination of a sword in her right hand, and a magic wand from her left. As the sword swung at the speed of light, searching through the gaps to cut the SAINT's head off, Ye Bing Qing's left hand repeatedly let out the Blackhole curse. Instantly, the West Bank SAINT was seen gasping for hassles. He always felt a thick straw from the direction of the Blackhole hole.
Repeatedly the girl recited the curse of Blackhole which always formed a black trap, with the deep black hole like a bottomless well..
The blackhole had always sucked up the existence of his opponent's SAINT, making his opponent always twirled around in the Black Hole circle like a fish netted inside a bubble that gave no way out.
(The tube is a fishing device made of saga or woven bamboo, which makes the fish into a trap but can not get out).
"Fuckin' witch !" caci SAINT west bank, caci,
At that time he managed to get out of the Blackhole trap. Then the SAINT realized that a great deal of his Qi energy had been sucked into the Blackhole trap earlier. "Witch" he hissed repeatedly.
Feeling that his Qi energy had dissipated in the blackhole suction, the SAINT hurriedly swallowed something shaped like a pill. The effect of the pill instantly awakened all of his strength as before, like giving her extra energy. The SAINT pounced on Ye Bing Qing, warping the battle against that Elf girl with 100% stamina again improved.
"Cih "piggered Ye Bing Qing while throwing an explosive thunder talisman, making his opponent's SAINT retreat.
Meanwhile, Xong Hui Yong, Wei Park, Zhang Junda and Hua Shen, the SAINTS of the Liberators were also seen engaged in a fierce battle in the air, against the SAINTS of the West Bank who were the supporters of the Great Eagles Empire.
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When night had come, the sky above the Angel Dream Field was seen flaming with the influence of the swords of SAINT experts who flashed mercilessly slashed at each other.
Explosive explosions and sparks of tongues due to the encounter of swords, not including talismans after talismans thrown by experts to injure each other, which then exploded with high explosive power, not to mention the high-explosive power, tailed appearance of colorful and beautiful light in the eyes
When the war between the two sides had entered the second day, and when it was late afternoon, the Empire raised a white flag. The white flag is not a flag sign of surrender but rather ask each side to refrain, stop and pause to attack each other for the night.
The reason the Empire side is that the armies of each side have run out of steam, and if it continues then it is not a victory that will be won but two sides will die of exhaustion because the power has been drained.
"I do not believe in the sincere attitude of the imperial side. I don't know why I feel like they are full of falsehoods" Sima Yong said.
However, Prince Ju Qin insisted on accepting the imperial side's offer. His heart became weak when he saw the army of the Liberators in a terrible condition.
"Look, all our soldiers look very lackluster. Perhaps if they rested the goods overnight and filled their stomachs with food, it would help slightly recover their strength" Ju Qin told Sima Yong.
Sima Yong eventually followed Ju Qin's wishes, so the Liberators announced that they had accepted the imperial party's request for an overnight respite.
"But I don't want all the soldiers to lose their guard" Sima Yong said.
"After all filled the stomach with food and drank cold water, all the soldiers were not allowed to rest for long.
All must be vigilant and vigilant because it is the best attitude, rather than being caught off guard and attacked when suddenly" concluded Sima Yong.
That time of pause, although the two sides agreed to pause overnight, yet the ten SAINT experts who were fighting in midair, did not stop slashing at each other to defeat each other.
From a height that had yet to reach the sky, still a limit of clouds, the Ten SAINT radiated a killing intent knocking each other down.
Dozens of magic pills, dozens of healing talismans had consumed each of the two SAINT parties, to stay awake with prime stamina and Qi strength just as the early battles in the beginning. They did not eat, did not drink and did not rest at all, only relying on pills and slip after slip of the energy-recovery talisman jade slip.
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Sima Yong that night walked through the camps of the hollow soldiers finally arrived at a large camp that was very crowded. He then entered the great camp, which was designated as the emergency medical hall of the army of the Liberators.
The scent of medicines and the aura of condensed magic were smelled when Sima Yong entered the treatment hall. The sound of pain was heard everywhere
There were over fifty healers seen toiling, trying to magically sew the gaping wounds that the soldiers had brought after two days of fighting.
The sweat melted at the temple of the healers, interspersed with the smell of blood, the smell of medicine and also the moaning sound of pain, as soon as the pain was heard filled the Medicine Hall.
Sima Yong sat on one of the chairs reserved for healers, while trying hard to shut his mind from the moaning sounds of people in pain.
"Give me a patient !" sima Yong said briefly.
After all this is the place of people with a million pains. This is not a place to have fun bliss. Talking short is the best way to express concern according to him.
The wounds were gaping wide open showing fresh flesh on the inside with a reddish-brown color.
"Please don't shout when I sew your wounds using magic" Sima Yong said subtly.
"If you can't afford it, maybe this thing will help" Sima Yong thrust a used cloth scroll at the soldier.
By trying to behave and talk as subtly as he said,
"Switch hard on the cloth, when you will not bear the pain later"
The young soldier did not answer. He directly stuffed a roll of cloth into his mouth, biting it hard. His voice did not sound clear as he answered Sima Yong's words. However Sima Yong guessed the young man said "I'm ready"
"It's gonna be painful. Try to hold on" Sima Yong flushed the youngster's wounds with the liquid available on the treatment table.
Young man, the soldier floundered when Sima Yong anointed all his wounds with a special cleansing liquid made by the alchemists of the Liberators. The young man's face paled as white as paper. He tried hard to resist the pain and bit the cloth in his mouth hard.
After all his injuries were cleared, Sima Yong said,
"Magic stitching will quickly occur, and cause minimal scars. I can give you opium, so you lose consciousness from this pain. (Opium is the sap taken from the Popy plant or opium and is categorized as a prohibited medicinal ingredients from time immemorial until now)
Would you like to receive treatment using opium?" sima Yong asked. The young soldier hurriedly shook his head.
"Good then. A lot of times I meet someone who is treated using this therapy, then turn into an addict. He was then dependent after being given treatment with ingredients that contain these narcotics"
Sima Yong's hands moved quickly, tracing the wounds from the back and front of the young soldier. The sound of screams of pain rang out loud, then the youngster fell unconscious.
"it's better for you. Falling unconscious and not aware of the pain of the flesh being stitched one after another"
Sima Yong completed the young man's healing, his old one roughly a drink of tea. After settling in with the young soldier, he instructed the health soldiers to move the young boy to another camp where the people were recovering wounds.
"Next patient !" yelled Sima Yong. Sima Yong stared deeply at the next patient.
A delicate and handsome young man, walked forward while stumbling while holding his swollen-looking arm. Sima Yong watched deeply the wound on the youngster's hand look black and had accentuated the inner bones of the wound. His own legs are seen to have deep and wide wound slices.
"For the sake of the black tortoise, this child might only be fifteen years old" Sima Yong's inner poignant.
"Hurt your hands?" ask her briefly and sound friendly.
"It hurts sir. It hurts so much that I feel as if I have no hands anymore" said the youngster grimly.
"I'll give you medicine to ease the pain. Then I'll clean the wounds on your hands and feet. Next I'll magically sew a gaping wound on your leg. Are you willing to endure the pain?" the young man nodded silently. He's withstanding the pain.
"However, what a pity. Your hand will be amputated" silent for a moment. "Are you willing and aware of an amputation?" asked Sima Yong softly.
The young man nodded. Sima Yong gave him dried Popy seeds, asking him to chew on them. A moment passed and the young man looked no longer in pain, even the young man looked very relaxed, he started to clean the wounds on his hands and feet. Then she rubbed the hand tightly with a cloth and stitched the wound on the leg magically.
After recovering the wound on the young man's leg, Sima Yong handed him over to the army healers who were in charge of amputating the young man's hand.
Throughout the night, Sima Yong tried to focus by helping the healers in the morning. He closed off all sentimental feelings and feelings when he was doing the treatment at the drug hall of the Liberators.
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When the morning was about to come, when the sun was about to appear, suddenly there was a sound of tambours and horn trumpets that blew the camp guard..
"A person from the West seems to be running fast towards here. SAGE, the aura of SAGE radiated from the shadows in the west there !"
Responding to the SAGE running from the West, from the camp there was another sound of footsteps, which seemed to run quickly towards the direction of the SAGE.
Atid Ananada then spread the aura of SAGE, which stood on top of a giant monster animal shaped Elephant sprinted quickly against the direction of the opposing SAGE. A pair of twin swords in Atid's hands were blazing, his sinister aura killing the darkness of a cold morning. He was preparing to cut down the enemy.
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