Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 115: Zhang Yuan, the Great Qin military guard, kills Qian Lichang, the commander of the Northern Yan Rolling Cloud Cavalry.

Xiao Tonglin's thigh was covered in blood, and his neck was pressed by the blade, with bright red blood dripping down the blade.

Zhang Yuan's ferocity finally made the big man in armor standing on the chariot narrow his eyes.

His eyes swept over Zhang Yuan, then he looked at Xiao Tonglin who was kneeling on the ground and slowly raised his hand.

Two soldiers on both sides of the chariot stepped forward, pulled the iron chain that locked the yellow lion, and then opened the heavy lock.

The yellow lion, having broken free from its chains, limped forward a few quick steps, looking at Zhang Yuan with the corners of his mouth trembling.

"Zhang, Brother Zhang..."

The yellow lion clenched his fists.

When he went into battle in this large army, that was when Zhang Yuan died.

Zhang Yuan is exchanging his own life for his.

"Brother, can you get out?" Zhang Yuan's expression remained unchanged. He held a knife against Xiao Tonglin's neck with one hand and the handle of another knife at his waist with the other hand, and spoke while looking at Huang Shi.

"I can walk."

Gritting his teeth, the yellow lion nodded, dragging his legs and walking forward.

It has come to this point. Even if he doesn't leave, it won't make Zhang Yuan leave.

His chest and face were covered with scars, but his back was clean.

This shows that he fought to the death and was captured only after he had exhausted all his strength.

Zhang Yuan's face was calm, with the knife in his hand pressing against Xiao Tonglin's neck, not looking at the yellow lion who was moving out of the military formation step by step.

At this moment, in his mind, beads of blood and true essence shattered.

The true essence and blood required to become a grandmaster are rapidly replenishing.

Outsiders all thought that he was going to die bravely, but who knew that he was just responding to his own fate?
It is his Grandmaster's tribulation.

After taking this step, the world will be yours!

The yellow lion gritted his teeth, dragged his legs, and moved forward step by step.

Tears rolled down his one eye.

Ahead is the end of the army formation.

If he goes out into the battle, Zhang Yuan will die.

Although he and Zhang Yuan knew each other, they were not as familiar with each other as Bai Yu.

But at this time, in exchange for him, Zhang Yuan left his own life.

After walking more than ten steps outside the military formation, the Great Qin Grandmaster is in front of you.

The yellow lion stopped, turned around, and knelt on one knee.

"Brother Zhang, I, Huang Hansheng, owe you my life!"

With a long cry, the yellow lion stood up and limped towards Liang Qiyuan.

The Zhenbei Army's military formation also gathered its blood and fighting power to confront the Grandmaster.

In the army formation, upon hearing the Yellow Lion's voice, one of the five generals on the carriage, the one holding a spear, could no longer hold back. He pointed his spear forward and looked at Zhang Yuan, "Why don't you let him go?"

The surrounding soldiers pointed their weapons at Zhang Yuan and shouted, "Release him—"

The blood and energy surged, as if they were going to hit Zhang Yuan and crush his soul.

In the army, evil spirits gathered, and ordinary people in the innate realm would be suppressed to the point where they could hardly support their hands and feet.

Xiao Tonglin, who was being pressed by Zhang Yuan's blade, slowly raised his head, his eyes full of resentment, and glanced at Zhang Yuan.

But when he saw Zhang Yuan's expression, he was shocked and opened his mouth wide.

Zhang Yuan's expression was extremely calm, but the murderous intent in his eyes was blood red!
Zhang Yuan wants to kill him!
This was Xiao Tonglin’s last thought.

"Thorn-"

Zhang Yuan swung the blade in his hand horizontally, and blood instantly spurted out from Xiao Tonglin's neck.

The trachea and artery were cut at the same time, and blood gushed out, splashing a few feet away.

Xiao Tonglin's body fell to the ground, his limbs twitching, and blood soaked the soil.

This knife stunned everyone in the formation, and they looked at Zhang Yuan holding the long knife in disbelief.

This person killed the prince of Zhenbei Army?

How dare he kill the prince!

How can this person's life, which is of low status, be compared with that of the Crown Prince?

Shouldn't this person accept death calmly?
How dare he!
“Clang—”

Zhang Yuan unsheathed his long sword, holding both swords in his hands. He swung the other sword in a circle, pouring immense force into the blade, and the power of his true essence penetrated into the blade, causing the blade to glow.

The long sword roared and slashed down at the leading general on the chariot three meters away!

The sharp whistling brought the soldiers and generals back to their senses.

The speed of this knife swing is extremely fast.

Whether it was the soldiers or the generals standing on the carriage, they could only see a shadow and did not even have the chance to block.

Only the big man wearing the mountain-shaped armor let out a low shout, drew the sword at his waist, and slashed the flying long sword.

Zhang Yuan ignored the knife and took a step forward. The mud and rocks under his feet exploded, and he rushed out two meters high. Following the long knife he swung out, he dragged the knife with one hand and rushed towards the chariot.

"when--"

The swung long sword collided with the sword in the hand of the warrior in mountain armor, and the long sword broke with a sound!

The arm of the warrior in mountain armor holding the broken sword trembled. The power contained in this long sword was so strong that it was unimaginable!
The long sword was blocked by the spear, and its flying direction changed slightly. It brushed the space between the two generals, flew out from the side of the leading general in mountain armor, and pierced the flagpole as thick as a bowl at the back.

"Click——"

The flagpole tilted sideways.

No one cared about the flagpole at this time.

Zhang Yuan was already holding a long sword, flying over and slashing with the sword.

The two generals standing on the left side of the mountain-shaped armored general drew their swords and spears to block Zhang Yuan's blade.

The long sword chopped down on the two long spears. The faces of the two generals who thrust the spears changed drastically. They couldn't hold the spears at all, and their knuckles were cracked instantly!

The two generals were slashed by the sword and could not stand, retreating with pale faces.

Zhang Yuan's sword's momentum paused slightly, and he was already five feet in front of the warrior in mountain armor.

"kill--"

The warrior in mountain armor threw a punch, and Zhang Yuan stepped down with his right foot.

Fists and feet collided.

"Bam—"

Zhang Yuan paused for a moment before landing on the frame. The man in armor with the mountain-shaped armor flushed red and took two steps back, his face full of horror.

"Half-step master..."

It was not until this moment that he understood why Zhang Yuan wanted to enter the battle and make substitutions!

From the beginning to the end, the powerful Grandmaster was just showing off; the one who was really going to enter the formation was the person in front of him.

The person who really wanted to kill Qian Lichang was the person in front of him!
Zhang Yuan was on the carriage frame. He spun the knife in his hand and caught the spear that was stabbing at him. He pulled the spear tip out of his body and took a step forward. The shadow of the mountain appeared behind him.

The artistic conception of martial arts, the shadow of the mountains.

Zhang Yuan took a step forward and caught up with Qian Lichang, who was wearing the mountain-shaped armor.

The mountains and rivers move, step on them.

The power of mountains and rivers is condensed in one foot, and when it is stepped out, the mountains and rivers collapse.

Qian Lichang raised his arms and blocked Zhang Yuan's kick in front of him.

"Bam—"

Zhang Yuan kicked him away, and he hit the railing of the chariot at the rear. He flew backwards with blood gushing from his mouth.

He was at the late Xiantian realm, but he couldn't even block Zhang Yuan's kick!
What a powerful body this is!
When Qian Lichang swung it out horizontally, Zhang Yuan had already stepped forward to catch up.

Zhang Yuan has always been extremely decisive in killing.

Killing someone is like chopping a bone into a sacrificial altar, and the fight will not stop until the person dies.

This is a habit developed from countless killings.

"Protect the General—"

The general on the carriage who was killed by Zhang Yuan roared and rushed towards Zhang Yuan.

The war horses around the frame also reacted and rushed towards the battlefield.

How can they have the dignity to live when their commander was assassinated in the army?

For soldiers, being unable to protect their commander is a great shame and humiliation.

Zhang Yuan rushed forward, holding the knife horizontally, along his arm, blocking the stabbing spear, then he held the blade diagonally, took a step forward, and flew after Qian Lichang who was flying sideways.

Nothing can stop him.

At this moment, the only person in his eyes was Qian Lichang, the commander of the Rolling Cloud Cavalry!
"Formation——"

Someone shouted at the side of the frame.

The Qi and blood combined with the power of the true essence, the power of the four innate realm generals, attracted the Qi and blood of the surrounding soldiers and transformed into the shadow of a ten-foot-long green cheetah, which roared and rushed towards Zhang Yuan.

The power of military formations, martial spirit war beasts.

Forming a formation in an instant, the Rolling Cloud Cavalry is also an extremely powerful army.

This war beast has a strength of at least 30,000 pounds. As long as it can block Zhang Yuan for a moment, the power of thousands of soldiers behind it will be attracted, and the power it carries can crush Zhang Yuan's body in an instant.

As long as Zhang Yuan is stopped for a moment, even if he is a master, he will not be able to kill his own commander.

Looking at the war beast charging towards him, Zhang Yuan's gaze passed through the shadow of the war beast and looked at Qian Lichang, who was flying and falling to the ground and wearing the mountain-shaped armor.

He only has one chance.

If he cannot kill the main commander of the Rolling Cloud Cavalry in one breath and cannot defeat the war beast in front of him, he will really die in the formation.

Even if the Grandmaster was outside, he couldn't save him.

Take a breath.

This is Zhang Yuan’s master’s tribulation!

Either Qian Lichang dies or Zhang Yuan dies!
"boom--"

The shattered true essence and blood beads stirred up endless golden red.

The true energy outside Zhang Yuan's body combined with the evil spirit and turned into a faint aura.

The power of the master!

The power of the great way between heaven and earth infuses his body, and the shadow of the mountain seems solid.

It not only decides the winner but also decides life and death. If Zhang Yuan doesn't kill Qian Lichang in this breath, he will not be able to become a grandmaster and will die!

Lunge.

Lower your waist.

Qi and blood merged with true essence, and the power of the avenue above the head was unleashed with a punch.

When the mountains and rivers move, stabilize the mountains and rivers!
"Bam—"

When his fist collided with the phantom of the war beast, Zhang Yuan's body shook and flew backwards.

After the battle with the beast, Qian Lichang, who had just stood up, turned pale, his eyes widened, and then his body collapsed!

Hit the target from across the mountain with penetrating force!

Zhang Yuan flew back and looked at the shattered figure with an expression of endless joy on his face.

"Zhang Yuan, the Great Qin military guard, killed Qian Lichang, the commander of the Northern Yan Rolling Cloud Cavalry—"

The long shout shook the whole area!
(End of this chapter)