Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 106: Arrows rain down from Dingyang Tower

"then……"

Zhang Yuan looked at Qi Yue who was standing in front of Dingyang Tower with a sword in hand.

Qi Yue's brother, Qin Yuqing's late husband, Black Cavalry General Qi Liang, died in Yanting Valley while staying behind to cover the retreat.

Although Qi Yue acted a little arrogantly, she never backed down when it came to major issues.

"does it worth?"

Zhang Yuan did not talk about what happened that year, but whispered softly.

These words were not spoken to Fenglan, nor were they spoken to himself.

He just wanted an answer.

The 3,000 defenders who defended Toyota County to the death.

Qi Yue came out with a sword today.

There is also Princess Fengming who is indifferent to life and death.

For the Qin Dynasty?
For the people?
For fame and fortune?
For belief?
Zhang Yuan felt that his mind was transforming at this moment.

Beyond life and death, there is the eternal Tao.

This is what the Grandmaster wants!
Grandmaster's Tribulation.

This is your own Grandmaster Tribulation!
It’s not just about external things, it’s also about the heart!

From witnessing Liang Qiyuan's master power, to realizing that life has its purpose and uncovering the mystery of the great way, Zhang Yuan finally overcame his own master's calamity.

If he cannot understand the meaning of his life and cannot realize the significance of improving his cultivation, then he will remain below the Grandmaster in this life.

No matter how strong he is, he is not a master.

"call out--"

The long arrow pierced the air with a whistling sound.

Bai Shaoting, dressed in a white robe, drew his bow and arrow, flew to the pavilion next to Dingyang Tower, and shot an arrow from a hundred feet away, pinning the warrior in front of Qi Yue to the stone steps.

Bai Shaoting kept shooting arrows as he ran on the roof, shooting arrows one after another, killing the Beiyan warriors who rushed to the stone steps.

A powerful archer in the middle stage of the Xiantian Realm, each arrow shot by him could kill a Northern Yan warrior.

Those warriors didn't dare to move forward and could only retreat into the fog in the square.

"call--"

The sound of breaking wind was heard, and Bai Shaoting leaped up to avoid the flying claws thrown from below.

Seven or eight warriors wearing black robes and with enchanting patterns on their faces stepped onto the roof and rushed towards Bai Shaoting.

"Demon Servant of the Heavenly Demon Palace!"

Bai Shaoting looked up in the direction of Dingyang Tower and stepped back.

Those warriors with demonic patterns were extremely fast. They had no innate power, but they exuded a faint green demonic aura.

With the blessing of demonic energy, his strength is not much inferior to that of the innate realm.

Although this method comes at a huge price, it does bring about combat power that was not available before.

In order to gain this strength, there are many people in the world who practice magic.

"roll--"

With a long shout, a long spear was swung out from the pavilion, knocking down two demon servants holding flying claws.

Du Ling, who was walking with the gun, reached out and grabbed the gun handle, swung the spear, and pierced the body of the demon servant on the side with the spear tip, throwing it aside.

Du Ling, holding a gun in his hand, crossed the two-story attic in three steps and landed on the open square in front of Dingyang Tower.

He dragged his gun along, and the tip of the gun drew a streak of sparks on the bluestone.

In the mist not far away, a big man wearing Qilin armor and holding a black-handled long sword strode out.

"Murong Fu, long time no see."

Murong Fu, a powerful member of the Northern Yan royal family.

Du Ling laughed loudly and quickened his pace.

"Du Ling, you can't get through."

Murong carried a long sword in his hand and slashed forward.

A green blade light shone through, and the dazzling cold edge turned into flowing light.

Sword energy.

"when--"

The swords and spears collided, and the green energy exploded, shattering the five-inch thick bluestone slab in front of Dingyang Tower, and debris flew everywhere within a radius of ten feet.

Du Ling paused, took two steps back, and his face flushed.

Murong Fu took three steps back, and the hilt of his long sword hit the bluestone, causing it to shatter and fly away.

"It's been ten years, Du Ling, you're old!"

Murong Fu laughed loudly towards the sky, gripped his long sword, and instead of retreating, he rushed towards Du Ling.

Du Ling narrowed his eyes, pointed his spear at the belt, and fought with Murong Fu.

When one’s cultivation reaches the Xiantian realm, his lifespan will exceed a hundred years.

For a strong man like Du Ling, even at the age of two hundred, his fighting power has not decreased at all, and there is no such thing as old age.

But Murong Fu was right when he said Du Ling was old.

When a warrior reaches his peak, he can no longer make any progress and will eventually decline over time.

Du Ling's spearmanship has reached the pinnacle, and he has been cultivating to the late stage of the Xiantian realm for decades.

He can no longer maintain his peak.

Du Ling was stopped and Bai Shaoting was stopped by the demon servant.

The Beiyan warriors who had originally retreated into the fog rushed out again and ran towards Dingyang Tower.

The situation downstairs was changing, and Feng Lan and Zhang Yuan, who were standing on the fifth floor, could see it clearly.

Feng Lan didn't expect that the strong man from the Red Scale Army would really appear here as Zhang Yuan said.

However, even if there were strong men from the Red Scale Army, they would not be able to rescue the people in Dingyang Tower at this time.

"boom--"

A roar came from the direction of the river in the distance, which made Feng Lan's face change.

"Priest of the Heavenly Demon Palace!"

Mr. Guo's voice was filled with horror, followed by a muffled groan.

"Protect the Major General—"

"There's an ambush in the river—"

In the distance, shouting sounds were heard.

Miles away, on the riverbed, a cyan light burst through the innate energy, stirring the water vapor in the river. The large ship on the river swayed, seemingly about to capsize!

Feng Lan clenched her palms, bit her lips, and stared at the direction of the river.

If both she and Ouyang Xu were killed, then all their plans this time would be meaningless.

Zhang Yuan looked in the direction of the river, pressing one hand on the railing in front of him, his palm trembling slightly.

He, Zhang Yuan, has never been that kind of pedantic good guy.

He cannot be said to be selfish in what he does, but he is never loyal or kind without purpose either.

Isn’t all this planning in Toyota County just to see this scene?

"The great river, the boundless..."

Zhang Yuan whispered softly.

"The great river, the boundless—"

There was a sound coming from the direction of the river.

The surging river seemed to be awakened, and it rushed up into the sky like a long dragon.

The Mountain Sect, the Grandmaster of Martial Arts, the source of the boundless river Liang Qiyuan.

In Zhang Yuan's mind, beads of perception shattered, memorizing the distant scene.

The power of the Tao is with you, the power of artistic conception turns into the power of heaven and earth, and when you punch out, mountains and rivers collapse.

This is the Grandmaster realm.

What ambushes, what priests? No one on that river can withstand a punch.

On the river, Liang Qiyuan walked forward with his hands behind his back, moving on the waves. Every step he took was ten feet. With a wave of his hand and a punch, a water dragon wrapped around the wooden boat that Ouyang Xu was riding and went straight down the river.

It was a punch like that.

Zhang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the power of the Grandmaster.

Even if the physical strength reaches that of an elephant, what good can it do? Can it throw a punch as powerful as a rushing river?

This is the real difference between the Grandmaster and the Innate Realm.

Seeing this punch was enough.

"Thank you, Grandmaster Wuliang."

Mr. Guo's voice sounded on the wooden boat, filled with surprise.

The rolling water carried the big ship away in an instant, and it drifted away visibly with the naked eye.

"Grandmaster, the Grandmaster of our Great Qin..."

On the top floor of Dingyang Tower, Fenglan's shoulders trembled slightly.

The Qin Dynasty has never given up on anyone who has sacrificed for the country.

She, Ying Fenglan, worked hard for the Qin Dynasty, and a master from the Qin Dynasty came to protect her.

Liang Qiyuan stood on the river and slowly turned to look at the scaly body on the river bank.

The body was wrapped in demonic energy, carrying a brutal and foul smell.

"reptile."

Liang Qiyuan spoke lightly.

"Hiss..." The figure with red eyes let out a hissing sound.

"Grandmaster, the river is boundless."

The demonic energy surged, and his body retreated backwards, rushing towards Dingyang Tower.

Teams of soldiers in light red armor rushed out of the ruined house, their blood surging and condensing into long blood-red dragons. They stood by the river, pointing their swords and spears at Liang Qiyuan.

In an instant, a formation was formed, and the power of qi and blood turned into a long dragon.

Three hundred, Dragon Armor Guards.

The personal guard of the Northern Yan royal family, the strongest among the 18 armies of Northern Yan, with 3,000 dragon armors that can kill masters.

The three thousand dragon armor guards are the strongest military guards accumulated and trained by the Northern Yan royal family over a hundred years.

In the small Toyota County, there are actually three hundred Dragon Armor Guards.

These three hundred dragon armor guards are here for the Grandmaster!

"If you can't break free from the Dragon Armor Guards' siege within a hundred breaths, you'll have to watch your Qin princess die in Dingyang Tower!"

The figure with red eyes and covered with scales roared angrily, his body supported by demonic energy, and he rushed into the air towards Dingyang Tower.

Three hundred Northern Yan royal family dragon armor guards, hold off the Grandmaster for a hundred breaths!
In a hundred breaths, the Beiyan warriors downstairs of Dingyang Tower were able to rush to the fifth floor.

Within a hundred breaths, the demon-transformed priest of the Heavenly Demon Palace could rush to the fifth floor of Dingyang Tower and tear Princess Fenglan into pieces.

Feng Lan's face was calm as she watched the Northern Yan warriors rushing towards Dingyang Tower like a tide. She cast her gaze into the distance and said softly, "I think it's worth it."

It would be worth it for her to die if she defeated Fenglan today.

After completing a major project that I had planned for ten years and receiving support from the Grandmaster, what else could I be dissatisfied with?

I have no regrets about being born in Daqin.

"Princess Fenglan entrusted her life to us so that we could recapture Fengtian County without bloodshed, summon the Zhenxi Army to surrender, and reclaim the land that our Great Qin lost, right?"

Zhang Yuan's voice suddenly rang out.

"Not an inch of our Great Qin's land can be lost."

Zhang Yuan's voice was filled with endless depth and incomparable determination.

Feng Lan looked up and looked at Zhang Yuan.

By the river, Liang Qiyuan stood tall, his vital energy surging.

"Zhang Yuan, can you protect the princess for fifty breaths?"

Liang Qiyuan's voice rang out, like rolling thunder.

Fifty breaths!
The Great Qin Grandmaster needs fifty breaths to defeat the three hundred dragon armor guards, and then go to Dingyang Tower to protect the Great Qin Princess Fengming.

Fifty breaths?
Fenglan's face showed an expression of surprise that was hard to conceal.

That master actually recognized Zhang Yuan!
Zhang Yuan was only the acting captain of the Wuwei Yamen in Luyang Prefecture. How could he be recognized by a great Qin master, the most powerful martial artist in the world?
Feng Lan really couldn't see through Zhang Yuan at this time.

Looking at the Beiyan warriors rushing downstairs and the powerful demon-transforming warrior coming like a flash of lightning, Feng Lan shook her head slightly.

"Captain Zhang, forget it..."

"Okay, then fifty breaths." Zhang Yuan said lightly.

"Bam—"

As Zhang Yuan finished speaking, the sound of bows and crossbows was heard.

Arrows rained down from Dingyang Tower.

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