Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 107 Dingyang Tower, th Floor, the sound of a long sword being unsheathed
All the windows on the front of the third floor of Dingyang Tower were opened, and crossbow arrows poured down, forming a black line.

This is the latest crossbow cast by the Ministry of Works. Four sets of pulleys maximize the power of the crossbow, and each arrow emits a force of a thousand pounds.

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

From the third floor, overlooking the surrounding area, each arrow hit the bluestone floor tiles, shattering them and sending the arrow flying.

When an arrow hits a person's body, even heavy armor cannot stop it and will penetrate directly.

Blood splattered.

In front of the gate of Dingyang Tower, Qi Yue, holding a long sword, looked pale, his shoulders trembling slightly, and looked at the massacre in front of him in a daze.

When the Northern Yan warriors surrounded and attacked her, she had already made up her mind to die.

But the crossbow arrow that fell from the sky made her a little confused.

She had never seen such crossbow arrows. The continuous shooting was so dense that it looked like raindrops, and the force was so strong that it could break stone slabs.

Where did these crossbow arrows come from, and where did these people who shot the crossbow arrows come from...

On the fifth floor, Feng Lan stared at the scene in disbelief with her eyes wide open.

Those Northern Yan warriors who rushed to the stone steps of Dingyang Tower were shot down like wheat.

Even the leading expert in the late post-natal realm was shot through by several crossbow arrows after only swinging his sword twice.

"The Zhuge Crossbow, a secret craftsmanship from the Ministry of Works..."

Fenglan had heard of this crossbow.

It can fire continuously and has a force of up to a thousand pounds.

This crossbow is said to have been developed by a mysterious weapon-making master named Kong Ming. Currently, it has only been forged by the Ministry of Industry and secretly handed over to a small number of military units and border forces to test its power.

This was the first time she had seen this crossbow.

"This this……"

Feng Lan murmured and slowly turned her head to look at Zhang Yuan beside her.

Zhang Yuan looked calmly at the square below.

The green mist had gradually dissipated, and the Beiyan warriors who rushed out were harvested row by row.

It was a chasm between life and death, like an insurmountable chasm.

Du Ling and Murong Fu, who were fighting in the square, also stopped and looked at the scene in surprise.

Where do these bows and crossbows come from, these elite soldiers who can use bows and crossbows to kill without causing chaos?

Murong Fu raised his sword and wanted to turn around and rush towards Dingyang Tower. Du Ling laughed loudly and swung his spear to entangle Murong Fu, making it impossible for him to escape.

"Can't get through——"

"Retreat quickly, retreat quickly, this crossbow is too powerful!"

"The commander-in-chief is dead, the commander-in-chief is also dead, retreat——"

The scattered Northern Yan warriors in the rear were retreating.

On the square, blood flowed like a river.

In just ten breaths, at least seventy or eighty elite warriors in the post-natal realm lost their lives in the square in front of Dingyang Tower.

It takes at least five years to train a person in the post-natal realm, and ten years to train him into an elite who can form a formation and charge into battle.

"boom--"

In the distance, the water of the river turned into a long dragon and collided with the blood-colored dragon of qi and blood.

Among the three hundred Dragon Armor Guards, half of them were vomiting blood and their faces were pale.

This is the master!
With the strength of one person, he injured three hundred of the strongest Dragon Armor Guards in Northern Yan with one strike.

"Roar--"

The leading Dragon Armor Guard leader punched his chest, his body filled with demonic energy, his eyes bloodshot.

The aura on his body also rose rapidly, turning into the late stage of the Innate Realm.

Demonic aura also rose from the other Dragon Armor Guards. The long dragon of blood and energy that was about to collapse solidified again, with its scales clearly visible, and it bared its fangs and claws, roaring at Liang Qiyuan.

The power of this long dragon of qi and blood can reach one million pounds.

If the dragon condensed by the formation was unable to exert its full combat power, even a master would have to retreat.

This is the power of the battle formation.

Back then, the Qin Dynasty swept across the nine continents with its battle formations.

Northern Yan was originally part of the Qin Dynasty.

The Dragon Armor Guards are the top guards of Northern Yan, and they still practice the battle formations of the Qin Dynasty.

There was a hint of solemnity in Liang Qiyuan's eyes, his aura rose, and his gaze looked towards the direction of Dingyang Tower.

He used all his strength and activated the secret technique, which enabled him to defeat three hundred dragon armor guards within forty breaths, and then reach Dingyang Tower in ten breaths.

However, if Zhang Yuan could not hold on for fifty breaths, Liang Qiyuan would use his secret technique, and not only would his cultivation be damaged, but he might also be upset by the murder of the princess and be plotted against by the demon master of the Heavenly Demon Palace.

The priest of the Demon Palace that day mobilized three hundred dragon armor guards and made arrangements in layers, just to find an opportunity to attack and kill him, the Grand Master of the Great Qin.

Only the reason of attacking and killing the Grandmaster could make the Dragon Armor Guards far away in the Northern Yan Imperial City rush day and night to attack.

The Dragon Armor Guards are extremely valuable. How could they be easily mobilized unless it was to kill the Grandmaster?

He is not afraid of the three hundred dragon-armored guards, nor does he look down on the layout of the Heavenly Demon Palace, but every master in the Great Qin is extremely precious. If he is injured, it will even affect the national strength of the Great Qin.

Every Grandmaster is a pillar of the Qin Dynasty and cannot be harmed.

At Dingyang Tower, can Zhang Yuan hold on for fifty breaths?
At this time, the Northern Yan warriors who retreated to the streets and alleys took over the positions left behind by the Zhenxi Army and headed towards Dingyang Tower in the southwest direction.

On the street, the charging Beiyan warriors rushed like a tide.

The frontal charge was blocked by the crossbows, so they now wanted to rush to Dingyang Tower from the side. "Flank, flank attack!"

"Charge into Dingyang Tower and you'll be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver!"

"Kill! Whoever takes Princess Fengming's head will be rewarded with a thousand gold coins—"

Shouts rang out one after another, and the high rewards aroused the fighting spirit, making these warriors run like the wind.

Feng Lan followed Zhang Yuan's gaze and sighed softly.

"Zhang Yuan, they want to kill me. Please take this contract back to Daqin. I will die—"

"Bam—"

The sound of a collapsing wall above the street interrupted Feng Lan's voice.

Teams of black-armored guards, with spears like a forest, blocked the road and fired bows and crossbows.

The Northern Yan warriors crowded on the road were caught off guard and were hit head-on by arrows, resulting in casualties.

Wuwei.

The Wuwei of Luyang Prefecture.

In front of the main gate of Dingyang Tower, Qin Yuqing opened the door and rushed to Qi Yue's side and whispered, "They have already made arrangements..."

they.

Wuwei.

It could also be Zhang Yuan and Master Tao.

Holding the short crossbow tightly, Qin Yuqing felt a hint of warmth on her body.

"Yes, Wu Wei."

Feng Lan looked at Zhang Yuan and said softly, "Thank you, Captain Zhang."

From looking down on Zhang Yuan at the beginning, to not being able to see through Zhang Yuan later.

Now, not only am I confused, I am even more shocked.

Zhang Yuan, the acting captain of the Wuwei Yamen in Luyang Prefecture, could actually control such power.

Zhang Yuan’s arrangements here have surpassed Ouyang Xu!
It was not until this moment that Feng Lan understood why Xiao Tonglin was so angry when he saw Zhang Yuan.

She also understood why Ouyang Ming resented Zhang Yuan so much.

She knew why the strong men of the Red Scale Army were close to Zhang Yuan.

She also understood why Ouyang Xu was so frightened when he saw Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan has strength that she doesn't know and can't imagine!

"court death--"

A sharp and violent howl came rapidly.

The Gutan priest of the Tianyao Temple, covered in scales and with a demonic aura, floated in the air, taking a few dozen feet in one step, and came flying through the sky.

Demonic energy condensed, and blood surged all over his body. The Gutan Priest's aura soared to the sky. Although he had not reached the Grandmaster level, he already had strength that was not inferior to that of a Grandmaster.

This is the power of magic.

Back then, Murong Zhao borrowed the power of the Heavenly Demon Palace to establish himself in an area of ​​a county.

"call out--"

A long arrow was shot towards the demon-turned Gu Tan, but was directly shattered by the demonic energy outside his body.

Bai Shaoting, standing on the eaves, had a solemn expression on his face. He held the longbow and watched Gu Tan flash by in front of him and arrive on the bluestone square.

Too fast.

His figure landed on the bluestone square, and Gutan let out a long laugh before flying up to the fifth floor of Dingyang Tower.

It took Gutan less than fifteen breaths to get from the river to this place.

He wanted to see how Zhang Yuan could hold on for fifty breaths.

He wanted to see the Great Qin Grandmaster damage his own cultivation. He rushed to the front of Dingyang Tower in fifty breaths, but failed in the end.

After transforming into a demon, his thoughts and feelings became so violent that they were difficult to suppress.

"kill--"

Du Ling shouted loudly and repelled Murong Fu with a spear, then crushed the bluestone with one foot, flew straight up, and stabbed towards Gu Tan with his spear.

The Gutan man was in mid-air, sneered, turned his body upside down, and placed his scaly palm on the tip of Du Ling's spear.

"Bam—"

Gu Tan's body shook slightly, and then he was like a flowing cloud, floating up with the force of Du Ling's spear. Du Ling spurted blood from his mouth, and his body fell to the ground with a bang. The gravel under his feet exploded, and he retreated seven or eight steps before he used his spear to support himself and stood up.

Bai Shaoting flew to Du Ling's side, holding the bow in one hand and suppressing the arrow with the other. He looked up with a pale face.

"It's over..."

Gu Tan, rising straight up from the clouds, swooped down towards the fifth floor of Dingyang Tower like an eagle.

Qin Yuqing looked up at Gu Tan's figure as he reached the fifth floor of Dingyang Tower. He took a step into the pavilion, slowly closed his eyes, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

In the end, he failed to protect the princess.

Murong Fu raised his head, his eyes fixed on the five-story pavilion.

On the distant street, everyone raised their heads and looked towards the five-story Dingyang Tower.

"boom--"

On the edge of the river, endless water light exploded with the shadow of the fist, smashing the blood-red dragon into pieces.

“Clang—”

On the fifth floor of Dingyang Tower, the sound of a long sword being unsheathed was heard.

(End of this chapter)