Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 197 Emperor Junwan vs. Zhang Tianqiong
The Emperor said sarcastically, "You old man, you are no longer capable. No wonder you don't have any offspring in this life. Tsk tsk tsk tsk."

"A useless person."

"Shut up..."

Zhang Tianqiong frantically attacked the barrier in front of him. He was so angry that he no longer cared about his identity. Now he just wanted to kill that crazy woman Di Junwan!

However, with the strengthening of Lin Xuezhu and the spiritual power of all the disciples of Qingxuan Sect, it was not easy to break the barrier.

Ancestor Zhang Tianqiong was furious. He raised his right hand high. A purple-black palm appeared out of thin air, grew in the wind, and immediately turned into a giant peak. Kunsang looked solemnly and pressed his big hand downwards. The giant peak immediately shook and fell heavily from mid-air.

Loud bang!

In addition to this place, the mountains on both sides began to explode almost instantly, and the generated energy suddenly spread out in all directions. Wherever it passed, ripples appeared in the air.

Seeing this, Emperor Wan Dai frowned slightly. It seemed that the barrier would be completely broken in a short time.

Zhang Tianqiong laughed loudly, as if he had seen himself breaking through the barrier soon. He immediately glared at him with eyes as big as copper bells and said, "Everyone, inject all your spiritual power into me. I want to break it completely!"

After hearing this, the cultivator from the Yulong Kingdom also waved his arms quickly and injected all of his spiritual power into the body of National Master Zhang Tianqiong.

After possessing tremendous energy, Zhang Tianqiong laughed loudly and swung his right hand again. This time, the heaven and earth shook violently.

Emperor Wan's eyebrows were raised as she looked at the shattered barrier. She understood that the barrier would be shattered directly with this move.

Rather than waiting to die, it is better to fight hard.

Emperor Junwan summoned the Immortal Sword and whispered, "Everyone from Qingxuan Sect, meet the enemy!"

It surged like thunder, with great momentum.

The thousand-year-old formation that stood in the sect was finally unable to withstand the attack of tens of thousands of strong men, and shattered into pieces like glass fragments.

Zhang Tianqiong was overjoyed, and controlled the flying sword to rush towards the position of Qingxuan Sect's elder Dijun Wan. The powerful sword energy burst out like a startled wild goose, and the sword light generated also made countless disciples shudder.

Emperor Junwan was not willing to be outdone, and immediately controlled her magic weapon to collide with the opponent. As both of them were powerful warriors at the Mahayana realm, it was still uncertain who would win or lose.

When the people of Yulong Kingdom saw the bravery of State Master Zhang Tianqiong, they were also aroused to warlike mentality and rushed over like a tide, determined to exterminate all the disciples of Qingxuan Sect today!
Tell these guys how terrifying the power of the Yulong Kingdom is.

"Emperor Wan, you Qingxuan Sect have no chance. It's not too late to surrender now. Otherwise, you will be annihilated today!"

"Surrender?" Di Jun Wan sneered, "I, Di Jun Wan, have never heard of the word surrender."

"Since you're looking for death, don't blame me for being rude."

"Kill them for me!"

As soon as Zhang Tianqiong shouted, the Yulong Nation cultivators who had surrounded the Qingxuan Sect rushed towards the huge manor with fierce sword energy like a tiger descending from the mountain. In an instant, the sound of killing that broke out made countless onlookers pale.

The strong men from other sects looked at each other and did not take action. They had no idea who would succeed. If they failed to help one side, the entire sect would probably be destroyed.

When the monks of Yulong Country rushed towards Qingxuan Sect like a tide, a cold shout was also rang out. Soon, the sound of bowstrings being pulled was heard throughout the manor. An instant later, countless arrows tore through the air and turned into a rain of arrows, covering the surging white wave!

With this momentum, the white waves came even closer to the square, and some of the faster ones were even very close to the sect square.

However, just when the offensive of the Yulong Kingdom entered the square within a hundred meters, suddenly, an unusually low bowstring sound was heard again, and then, a series of blood-red arrows suddenly shot out from the square!

Danyangzi was even more helpless. There was nothing he could do at this point. He could only fight hard and try to keep all these guys here.

These blood-red arrow rains were obviously very different from the previous ordinary arrow rains, which could be distinguished from the sound made by the arrows passing through the air.

Moreover, when these rain of arrows hit the cultivators of the Dragon Controlling Country, the spiritual power lingering on the surface of the latter's body obviously did not cause much hindrance to the arrows.

The force was so great that when the arrow pierced through a person's body, the remaining force would also pierce through the person behind him. The arrow had such horrible killing power that it made the people in the distance feel cold all over.

Blood-colored arrows shot out wildly, leaving faint marks in the sky, and every time an arrow flew, many monks from the Dragon Controlling Nation would fall to the ground powerlessly.

It seems that the Qingxuan Sect, as the strongest sect in Donglingnan Province, is indeed not a soft persimmon that can be bullied by anyone. Even with the strength of the Yulong Kingdom, it is impossible to destroy the Qingxuan Sect without bloodshed!
Dijun Wan was dressed in a blue and white robe that fluttered in the wind, like a fairy from heaven. She tightly grasped the immortal sword in her hand, and the sword was flashing with a cold light.

She tapped the ground with her toes and rushed towards Zhang Tianqiong like a flash of lightning.

Zhang Tianqiong also looked majestic. He held a spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear shone with golden light, like a scorching sun.

Facing Di Junwan's attack, he was not afraid at all. He shouted loudly and swept out with his spear, bringing up a gust of wind.

Dijun Wan dodged Zhang Tianqiong's spear with a flash, and stabbed out with her magic sword, heading straight for Zhang Tianqiong's throat.

Zhang Tianqiong reacted quickly, thrusting his spear upwards to block Di Junwan's sword. Then, he turned his wrist and thrust his spear forward like a dragon emerging from the sea, stabbing towards Di Junwan's chest.

Dijun Wan tapped the ground with her toes and jumped back, avoiding Zhang Tianqiong's attack. The immortal sword in her hand danced, forming sword shadows, like an airtight net, covering Zhang Tianqiong.

Seeing this, Zhang Tianqiong danced with the spear in his hand more quickly, blocking Di Junwan's sword shadows one by one. He shouted loudly, and the spiritual power in his body burst out, forming a powerful aura, forcing Di Junwan to retreat several steps.

"Go to hell!"

"That depends on whether you have the ability."

Dijun Wan steadied herself, a look of determination flashing in her eyes. She held the sword with both hands, raised it high, and chanted something. As she chanted, the light on the sword became more dazzling, and a powerful force emanated from the sword.

Zhang Tianqiong felt the power of Dijun Wan's move, and he did not dare to take it lightly. He gripped the spear tightly in his hand and circulated the spiritual power in his body to the extreme.

(End of this chapter)