Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 117: The reputation of being righteous and upright is earned at the cost of one’s life

Just as three pillars of fatal energy from the Xiantian realm rose up, Zhang Yuan's loud shout was heard.

Zhang Yuan, the great Qin warrior, is here. Who wants to kill me?
The sound echoed in an area of ​​dozens of miles, and even caused the martial soul war beast condensed by the Rolling Cloud War Horse to vibrate. The blood and murderous energy could not suppress Zhang Yuan's momentum.

Outside the battle formation, Liang Qiyuan laughed loudly, and the grandmaster's aura on his body turned into rolling pressure, pressing towards the army formation where the Rolling Cloud War Cavalry gathered.

Under the impact from both inside and outside, the battle formation spirit formed by the Rolling Cloud War Cavalry began to crack and seemed to be about to be shattered.

The combat power displayed by one grandmaster and two grandmasters is not just one plus one.

What's more, at this time Zhang Yuan killed the leading general in the army formation, broke the army's battle flag, and even killed three generals in the innate realm.

This attack from the center caught them off guard, but the Rolling Cloud Cavalry has not collapsed until now, and they have already deserved the name of a strong army.

The yellow lion stood beside Liang Qiyuan, and the only remaining look in his eyes was full of surprise.

Not only did Zhang Yuan not die, he was also wreaking havoc and killing people in the army!

carefree.

It’s really refreshing!
In the direction of Toyota County in the distance, the people and soldiers on the city walls had put down their work and were looking towards the place where the army was gathering.

The rising beam of light from the Xiantian Realm and Zhang Yuan's loud shout that couldn't conceal his fighting spirit made everyone's blood boil.

"Bam—"

The city gate below was knocked open, and a team of black cavalry galloped forward, rushing towards the place where the Northern Yan army was gathering.

Li Changwei gritted his teeth and held the long sword tightly in his hand.

Chang Ning and others behind him all had tense expressions and didn't say a word.

They and their horses were exhausted.

But at this moment, they must make a charge this time.

Our captain went to the Northern Yan army camp.

Our captain was fighting in the Northern Yan camp.

Can I just hide here and let countless soldiers over there surround and kill the captain?
No.

Isn’t it just dying in front?

If they don't fight this battle today, they will never forgive themselves for the rest of their lives!
"Qi Yue, protect the princess."

Qin Yuqing gave a low shout, stepped out of the city wall, and ran forward after the black cavalry.

Without any warning, Zhao Changming and the Red Fox guards beside him all jumped off the city wall with swords in hand.

When Zhang Yuan's voice sounded, Bai Shaoting and Du Ling had already rushed down from the top of the city wall.

Huang Sheng, the owner of Dingyang Tower, rushed out of the wide-open city gate with a group of his men, holding a water and fire stick in his hand.

At the foot of the city, Xu Changzhi and Gu Zhenting, holding long swords, led the new soldiers of the Wuwei Army behind them and ran with their heads down.

Although they came from the underworld and joined the Wuwei Yamen just for the salary of one tael and five cents, at this moment, they were willing to fight to the death.

At this moment, their blood seemed to be burning.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

On the city wall, drums sounded.

Princess Fengming, holding a drumstick, struck the war drum hard, and a clanging sound rang out.

"How can you say you have no clothes——"

Below the city, voices responded one after another.

"With you as a fellow soldier—"

Those were the common people in the city, holding sticks, those were the guards of the merchant caravans from all sides, holding swords, those were the patrols in the city and the soldiers outside the city, gathering and rushing towards the Northern Yan army camp.

Princess Fengming's eyes were blurred by tears.

mob.

These people who rushed out of the city were really a mob. If they were to face those war cavalry, they would be slaughtered like wheat.

But at this moment, no one retreated.

Because they heard Zhang Yuan's cry.

Zhang Yuan, the great Qin warrior, is here. Who will come to kill me?

At this moment, everyone must protect Zhang Yuan and save his life.

Princess Fengming beat the war drums and whispered softly as she looked at the surging energy and blood in the Northern Yan army formation in the distance ahead.

"A reputation of great righteousness, it turns out this reputation was earned at the cost of one's life..."

……

In the military formation, Zhang Yuan held two swords and stepped on the chariot frame.

The only remaining one of the four innate realm generals was now protected by a group of war cavalry at the rear, his face pale.

More and more cavalrymen turned their horses around.

Zhang Yuan did not wait any longer. He shouted loudly and stepped forward, causing the four armored horses pulling the chariot to charge forward.

The war horses blocking the front were hit by the chariots, and were either thrown off their horses or had their legs cut off by the sharp blades on the chariot wheels, falling to the ground.

The chariots were speeding up and wreaking havoc among the cavalry formations.

The originally supported military formation was crumbling.

In front, Grandmaster Liang Qiyuan has begun to mobilize the power of heaven and earth to press into the formation.

Even if there are thousands of cavalry, once the army formation collapses, they will be slaughtered by the Grandmaster.

A Grandmaster can defeat thousands of troops alone by slowly wearing down the army formation and then slaughtering them.

"drink--"

When the chariot rushed out a thousand feet, it suddenly turned, knocking away the pursuing cavalry and making the cavalry blocking the road in front miss.

At this time, Zhang Yuan activated the Chaos Auxiliary War and drove the chariot to find the most suitable direction for conflict.

Those war horses were pushed through layer by layer, and Zhang Yuan was about to ride the war horses out of the army formation.

"shoot!"

The Xiantian realm warrior who was protected by layers of protection gritted his teeth and growled.

The army could not distinguish friend from foe when shooting bows and crossbows in the battle array.

But he had to give such an order.

If Zhang Yuan could still break out of the battle formation after killing the commander and several innate generals, what fighting spirit would the Rolling Cloud Cavalry have in the future?

Even if we can't distinguish between friend and foe today, we must keep Zhang Yuan in the formation!
"call out--"

The crossbow arrows were aimed at Zhang Yuan, the chariot, and the horses pulling the chariot.

The chasing cavalry was shot through the body by an arrow and fell off his horse.

The arrow shot into the air flew and hit the horse not far away.

At this moment, arrows flew down without distinguishing between friend and foe.

Zhang Yuan swung the two swords in his hands casually, deflecting only those arrows that were shot in front of him and at his head and face.

Even if other arrows hit his body, they would not be able to break through the purple gold soft armor.

What's more, at this time he was practicing the Golden Body Technique, his body was like a diamond, and he was so condensed that he was not afraid of the golden body, and was invulnerable to swords and spears.

He was not afraid of arrows, but four war horses could not stop the rain of arrows.

After the chariot ran for dozens of feet, the four horses, all pierced by arrows, fell down with a loud bang, and the chariot rolled forward.

Zhang Yuan was well prepared. He jumped up, holding both swords, and chopped down the spear-wielding warrior in front of him.

"Bam—"

The true energy on the blade combined with the sword energy, and the soldier who was blocking with a spear was cut in half along with his horse.

The man followed the sword, Zhang Yuan turned sideways and slashed, the five-foot sword energy tore the armor and body of the soldier on the other side, and blood splattered, a sea of ​​red.

Dragging his sword forward, more than ten riders had gathered in front, their energy and blood connected. The leading rider held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, leading the troops to charge towards Zhang Yuan.

With the power of the battle formation, he, who is at the half-step innate realm, can inject five thousand kilograms of force into his sword and shield.

Zhang Yuan stepped forward, took a step forward, and moved his body eight feet above the ground. He held the sword in his left hand outside his elbow, with the blade against the round shield of the leading cavalryman.

"Thorn-"

The already sharp and heavy Fengling Knife was enhanced by the sword energy and a trace of imperceptible罡气, and at this moment it could really cut through iron like mud.

The round shield made of gold and iron was cut open like thin paper, along with the five fingers and arm of the leading knight holding the shield.

The blade brushed against his body, entering his body a foot from his armpit, and then passed through, severing his intestines and half of his spine.

The man and the warhorse passed each other, and the warhorse behind him had already rushed in front of Zhang Yuan.

The soldier, who was about thirty years old, gritted his teeth, stared at Zhang Yuan, and clenched the pistol in his hand, stabbing at Zhang Yuan's chest as he was helpless.

"Bam—"

Zhang Yuan didn't move at all and continued to rush forward.

The soldier holding the spear fell from his horse and was trampled by the horse behind him, breaking his spine and neck and crushing his head.

Drag the knife and press the knife.

Zhang Yuan met face to face with every war rider who rushed in front of him, and the blade felt the tearing between the pauses.

When more than a dozen riders rushed forward, Zhang Yuan paused slightly, then held his two swords diagonally and rushed forward again.

Behind him, more than a dozen riders had their bodies broken, blood spurting from their chests and abdomens, bodies falling, or heads rolling off. The headless bodies were carried far away by the war horses...

A team of cavalry, killed them all.

"Bam—"

In front, the shadow of the river finally broke through the condensed hundred-foot-long war beast.

(End of this chapter)