ebookland Chapter 172 Lucky Koi Turns the Tide 1
Chapter 172 Lucky Koi Turns the Tide 1
The teammate who had been moving somewhat slowly earlier now seemed to have undergone a complete transformation.
His body became light and agile, and he ran like a gust of wind, his feet moving with the wind, and his steps were as fast as the wind.
He moved nimbly across the battlefield, easily dodging enemy attacks while delivering a fatal blow.
His speed made him impossible for the enemy to defend against, and they could only watch helplessly as he 'freely' roamed the battlefield.
Moreover, even the arrows shot at the enemy seemed to be blessed by the gods.
As if divinely inspired, they sped towards the enemy's vital points with unerring accuracy.
Each arrow whistled through the air, unstoppable, leaving the enemy no time to dodge and forced to watch helplessly as they were pierced through the heart.
The arrow trembled, the enemy slowly fell, and blood spread across the ground.
The foliage stood quietly to one side, its clear, watery eyes sparkling with excitement.
Her adorable little face beamed with an innocent smile.
Seeing the enemy's disheveled state, she couldn't help but clap her hands happily, letting out a clear and melodious laugh.
The laughter seemed to possess a magical power, capable of dispelling the fear and gloom in people's hearts, and allowing the comrades around to feel a sense of warmth and strength.
The good fortune emanating from her was like a mysterious and unpredictable magical halo on the battlefield, quietly turning the tide of the entire battle.
With this stroke of good fortune, our soldiers' morale soared, and they fought with increasing ferocity.
Gradually gaining the upper hand in this fierce battle, they are striding confidently towards victory.
At this moment, the battlefield was filled with billowing smoke that blotted out the sky.
The shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the screams of the wounded mingled together, creating a breathtaking symphony of war.
My aunt and mother worked together seamlessly, as if they were telepathically connected.
My aunt's figure was graceful and light as a fairy, and the ribbon in her hand drew a series of dazzling and sharp sword shadows in the air.
Every movement she made was graceful and fluid, as if she were dancing, yet it concealed a deadly intent.
These shadows flashed across the night sky like lightning, swift and sharp, and wherever they passed, the enemy scattered in panic.
Enemies fell one after another beneath her flowing ribbons, their blood staining the hem of her skirt.
In contrast, the mother's aura was far more imposing and domineering. She held a heavy kitchen knife in her hand.
Each swing carried the force of thunder, the wind from the blade whistling past, stirring up clouds of dust.
Her eyes revealed a fierce glint, as if she were a female war goddess on the battlefield.
Any enemy who dared to approach her would be instantly repelled by her powerful blade energy, some even being cleaved in two, their blood splattering on the spot.
Each of her strikes was powerful, striking fear into the hearts of her enemies.
She gripped a sharp kitchen knife tightly with both hands. The knife gleamed coldly in the sunlight, as if it were an ancient 'divine weapon'.
Mother charged bravely toward the enemy, her steps firm and powerful, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.
She brandished the kitchen knife, which transformed into a flash of cold light in her hand, whistling through the air as she slashed fiercely at the enemy's weapon.
A few crisp "snap" sounds were heard, clear and crisp, like war drums on the battlefield, boosting the morale of the comrades.
Faced with the mother's immense power, the enemy's weapons shattered one after another, metal fragments flying everywhere and scattering across the ground.
The mother's power was so great that even the surrounding enemies were left speechless.
A deep fear welled up inside him, and his eyes were filled with awe and terror as he looked at his mother.
On the other side, the uncle and aunt also demonstrated extraordinary strength, showing no sign of being outdone.
Looking at my uncle, he held a nunchaku in each hand, and the nunchaku seemed to come alive in his hands, wielding them with great force.
With each attack, the nunchucks made a "whooshing" sound as they rubbed against the air.
It was like a bugle call on the battlefield, cheering on my uncle.
My uncle's eyes were sharp; he could always keenly spot the flaws in the enemy's defenses.
Even the slightest oversight cannot escape his eyes.
Then, with lightning speed, he launched a surprise attack, his nunchucks moving like two agile dragons.
With a whistling sound, it accurately struck the enemy's vitals.
Under his fierce attack, the enemy could only retreat step by step, utterly powerless to retaliate.
His face was filled with despair and fear, and he could only regret in his heart why he had encountered such a powerful opponent.
My aunt stood at a distance, clutching a long whip tightly in her hand; the whip resembled a nimble snake.
Under her control, it 'freely' stretches, twists, and flies in the air.
It would sometimes lash out with lightning speed, the tip of the whip whistling sharply.
Like a sharp blade tearing through the air, it terrifies the enemy;
Sometimes they cleverly bypass the enemy's defenses and deliver a fatal blow from an unexpected angle.
Whenever the whip is lashed out, the enemy will instinctively retreat and dodge, but no matter how they dodge, they can hardly escape the 'aunt's' attack.
Faced with such an unpredictable attack, the enemy had no way to defend themselves and could only flee in terror.
The once orderly formation was shattered, and the soldiers fled in panic, leaving the battlefield in complete disarray.
My aunt's eyes were sharp and calm, accurately capturing every flaw in the enemy.
Each lash of the whip was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, the tip of the whip like a sharp blade, striking the enemy's body hard and leaving bloody marks.
Under her whip, the enemy could only flee in terror, utterly powerless to fight back.
As a descendant of the fox clan, my aunt inherited the fox clan's bewitching arts, and this is the crucial moment to unleash this mysterious power.
Her beautiful eyes were like two bottomless pools, and with a slight movement, they emitted a captivating and mesmerizing light.
Like the bright stars in the night sky, yet it hides a deadly 'temptation'.
The light, like an invisible force, instantly enveloped the surrounding enemies.
The enemies' fierce eyes instantly became empty and confused, as if their souls had been ripped out, and they fell into a daze.
Under their aunt's bewitching influence, their consciousness was disrupted, and they completely lost their ability to discern.
Like controlled puppets, they began to attack indiscriminately, indiscriminately, without distinguishing between friend and foe.
A burly enemy soldier, his eyes vacant, suddenly swung his broadsword at the neck of his comrade beside him.
The sharp blade hissed as it sliced through the air, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
The attacked comrade didn't even have time to let out a scream before falling straight to the ground, his bright red blood quickly spreading across the surface.
Some enemy soldiers, as if possessed, used their fists and feet to attack their comrades beside them.
Their fingernails dug into each other's flesh; the scene was bloody and cruel, and screams filled the battlefield.
Chaos reigned; the enemy camp seemed to have been swept away by a sudden storm, plunging into endless chaos and panic.
Just as the tense and fierce situation was about to erupt, a gentle breeze suddenly blew by.