"Kill!"
"Kill!!!"
Shen Le instinctively swung his blade! His left leg braced him, his right foot pushed off the ground, and he twisted with the strength of his waist. The long saber gripped in both hands swept from right to left, flashing past before him—
A spray of blood burst forth, instantly obscuring his entire vision. Then, a massive black shadow toppled down over him, and a cold gleam shot up from within it!
"Kill!"
Shen Le twisted around again. His left leg kicked out forcefully, turning him to the right as his long saber swung right once more.
With a sharp clang, the cold gleam shattered and blood splashed. The long saber sliced through bone and flesh with a teeth-grating sound, the impact traveling straight from his hands into his spine!
Before his eyes, half a body slowly slid down. The steaming stench of exposed organs and the reek of blood surged together.
Only then did Shen Le see clearly what had happened. He was on a battlefield. With one strike, he had severed a horse's legs; with the next, he had cut through an enemy soldier's steel saber, body, and the horse's neck. Wherever the Mo Saber passed, man and horse were split apart!
This was the Mo Saber—the Tang Dynasty's most powerful heavy blade. This was the horse-cutting saber that split man and mount apart wherever it passed!
"Hold the line! Hold the line!"
A familiar voice seemed to be shouting behind him:
"Hold through this charge! Watch carefully before you swing! Don't rush!"
What?
Shen Le blinked and swiftly looked around. At his sides and behind him, killing cries filled the air. Warriors carrying shields and sabers charged forward, tangling with enemy cavalrymen who had fallen from their horses but survived by luck.
Farther back, bowstrings