Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 134 This is the foundation on which the Qin Dynasty has been able to stand for a hundred thousand years and compete with the immortals and demons!

There are countless generals in the Qin Dynasty, but only those who can lead the army's blood and energy into battle formation can be called cavalry generals.

Only a true warrior can lead the army into battle and use the spirit of martial arts to unite the war beasts.

This is the foundation on which the Qin Dynasty has been able to stand for a hundred thousand years and compete with the immortals and demons!

Peng Zheng gritted his teeth, his face full of excitement.

Among the generals in the East, those who can form a formation in one breath are all famous generals known throughout the world!
I didn’t expect that today I would be able to experience with my own eyes what it means to form a formation with one breath!
As long as he survives, this kind of experience will be the resources and opportunities that Peng Zheng will benefit from throughout his life when he leads the army!

"kill--"

Zhang Yuan held the sword horizontally, controlled the warhorse, and led the troops into battle.

Once the military formation is formed, it can stimulate the blood and energy of everyone. As long as the person in charge of the army is willing, they can fight all the way to death.

Following a long shout, the blood-red tiger pounced out, rushed forward ten feet, and knocked away all the monks and warriors who were charging towards it.

The force of one blow breaks bones and tendons.

This is the Great Qin Army Formation!
Qi and blood are connected, life and death are linked!
The martial soul war beast that condenses the power of the battle formation has strength above the middle stage of the innate realm. When it flies and moves, it will be injured if it bumps into something.

The figures that blocked the way were smashed to pieces by the martial spirit war beasts.

Zhang Yuan rushed forward with a knife in hand and killed all the scattered pursuers.

Behind him, Peng Zheng's blood was boiling, and he let out a long roar, following Zhang Yuan and charging out of the enemy camp.

More than twenty riders, their hooves stepping on the blood, their swords blades all red!
In front of Dongyuan Temple, the monks and common people all stared with wide eyes.

However, with only more than twenty riders, they killed ten times more enemies as if they were tearing a piece of paper!
Being in the heart of Liangyuan Territory, it was the first time for them to see the Qin cavalry so rampant and murderous.

Few people in Liangyuan Territory have ever seen such military formations and martial spirit beasts.

"These murderers..."

In front of the Dongyuan Temple, someone clasped his hands together and his voice trembled.

"Buddha, have mercy on you. These evil people, please don't come to my Dongyuan Temple." The old monk in a cassock in front had a pale face.

"Roar--"

The war beast turned and moved as Zhang Yuan's warhorse turned.

The ferocious tiger was covered in blood, and its eyes were full of murderous intent.

"escape……"

"The Qin people are brutal, run away..."

When the war beast turned around, the figures rushing towards it had already collapsed.

When the cavalry charged through the battle formation, slashing dozens of figures with their blades, cutting off bodies, dragging intestines with their horses' hooves, and leaving blood all over the ground, no one had the courage to stay and fight.

No matter whether you are in the early stage of acquired stage or the middle stage of acquired stage, it makes no difference when your intestines and stomach are trampled to pieces.

“Escape, escape…”

Many people turned around and fled in panic.

Zhang Yuan held the knife horizontally, dropping it behind the fleeing figure. The sharp knife brushed past the back of the neck, sending blood splattering.

Twenty riders followed behind, transforming into Shuras seeking lives.

"We really have enough manpower..."

Mr. Guo, who was standing next to the rear frame, whispered to himself, tightening his grip on the dagger in his hand, feeling a chill on his back.

Beside him, the warriors who came from the martial arts world all had solemn expressions and were a little pale.

The fighting in the martial arts world and all the other methods used were like children's fights before the charge of these cavalry.

One man in a military formation is equal to ten men, a hundred men, or even tens of millions of men.

What kind of expert can remain undefeated before this army?

"boom--"

A burst of energy blocked the way for the charging cavalry.

Innate Realm!
Possessing the cultivation level of the Innate Realm, his physical body has the strength of an ox, and he is filled with true essence. He is an Innate Realm powerhouse who can roam freely in all four realms!
The big man in the Xiantian realm holding a black heavy sword gritted his teeth and swung the sword horizontally. The Xiantian true energy flowed on the sword edge and turned into a blue-gray light.

The blood tiger war beast slapped its hands, and the sword in its hand actually blocked it, but it stumbled and took a few steps back.

The strong ones in the Xiantian realm were able to block the attack of the war beasts, and the other fleeing monks and warriors all turned around.

"It's Feng Shaotang's horse-slaying sword!"

"Haha, Feng Shaotang is one of the few strong men in Liangyuan who can make it onto the elite list!"

After a few exclamations, the fleeing monks and warriors clenched their weapons tightly, ready to fight back against the charging cavalry along with Feng Shaotang, the horse-slaying swordsman.

"Innate Realm..." Young Master Guo clenched his fists and looked ahead nervously.

Zhou Yuanwu and Jiang Shaohong beside him had complicated expressions on their faces.

Both of them are in the Xiantian realm.

Just now, the sight of the cavalry charging into the battle formation and the spirit beasts wreaking havoc sent chills down their spines.

At this time, they saw a strong man in the Innate Realm taking action to stop the war cavalry and war beasts. They hoped that the battle formation led by Zhang Yuan could defeat the Innate Realm, and also hoped that the Innate Realm could block the battle formation.

In the Xiantian realm, one should be a strong man who dominates the world and has the dignity of a strong man.

At this time, among all the spectators, Xu Changzhi and others were the most relaxed.

They, the Luyang Prefecture's military guards, had witnessed battles a hundred times more brutal than this. What was this scene before them compared to?
Besides, wasn't the person who led the army to charge at that time Zhang Yuan who was leading the cavalry now?

As the warhorse galloped, Zhang Yuan's eyes only fell slightly on the big man holding the black sword.

Only in the heart of Liangyuan Territory can one see such fools who dare to block the formation of war cavalry.

If it were the Qin Dynasty, a Xiantian realm cultivator who had seen the advantages of battle formations would definitely leave without looking back.

With the leg strength of the innate realm, it would be difficult for the war cavalry to do anything to the opponent unless they were surrounded.

Unfortunately, the person in front of me is a fool.

"Thorn-"

Zhang Yuan's long sword collided with the black heavy sword.

It was not a huge force collision and slash, but a horizontal movement of the blade, resting on the sword edge, and then using the horsepower to press forward and cut across with the blade.

The sword-wielding man's expression changed slightly, and he lost his balance and stepped back.

Zhang Yuan did not get entangled with him. He pulled the blade diagonally and used the horse's force to cut the necks of the two monks beside him, then left with blood all over his body.

From beginning to end, Zhang Yuan did not show any combat power beyond the middle stage of the Innate Realm.

There is no need. Cavalry charging into battle requires the coordination of generals and soldiers, not the highlighting of individual combat power.

Moreover, Zhang Yuan's intention in charging into the battle formation at this time was more to hone Peng Zheng and the others.

From the moment he got the Bodhi seeds, Zhang Yuan could escape from Liangyuan Domain at any time.

As a master, he can go anywhere in the world.

But what he had to do was to bring everyone back to Daqin.

The war horses galloped, and the knife in Peng Zheng's hand behind Zhang Yuan had already reached the front of the sword-wielding man.

"when--"

The same power of the Innate Realm collided, and Peng Zheng's body shook slightly. The warhorse carried him diagonally, knocking away two warriors who wanted to come forward to surround and kill him, and followed Zhang Yuan.

The big man holding the black sword's face flushed red, and he raised the sword, and then swung the two long swords to the left and right.

The knight used the force and the blade collided with the long sword.

The blade pulled over, one hit the long sword, and the other cut through the big man's arm, bringing up a handful of blood.

From behind, three long swords have arrived.

Two knives scraped against the man's waist and abdomen, leaving bloody wounds. A knife passed over his shoulder, missing.

But the warhorse stepped on the big man's chest with its front hoof, kicked him over, and rode away.

Behind them, four war horses passed by.

……

A column of air from the fallen Xiantian realm rose up.

The monks and people of Dongyuan Temple had never seen such a scene in their lives.

"What a thick pillar..."

Someone was whispering in front of the Dongyuan Temple.

The old monk standing in front of the temple gate was already trembling with legs.

"Killing Xiantian is like killing a chicken. It feels so damn good." Yao Dashan, who was following the bicycle frame, waved his fist and turned to look at Yongping Buddha. "Buddha, I said bad words, but Buddha won't hold a grudge against me, right?"

"No." Master Yongping shook his head.

"Fuck him, kill, kill, kill..." Mr. Yao was dancing with his hands and spitting.

Standing in front of the bicycle frame, Young Master Guo loosened his grip, wiped his sweat, and whispered, "It feels so good."

"It feels great!" Peng Zheng, who was following closely behind Zhang Yuan, shouted loudly and shook off the blood drops on the long sword in his hand.

Zhang Yuan turned his horse around again, took a look at the few remaining pursuers who were fleeing in panic, and charged forward again with both swords in hand.

No one left alive!

The murderous intent surged, attracting all the warriors in the formation, causing the murderous energy in them to surge like a tide.

Blades held horizontally, horses galloped forward, one, two, three times...

The horse trampled the blood into mud.

When the last fleeing warrior was cut in half, Zhang Yuan shouted loudly and led the cavalry to gallop straight to the gate of Dongyuan Temple.

From a distance of dozens of feet, Zhang Yuan swung the long sword in his left hand, and the blade spun and whistled as it chopped off the lintel of the gate of Dongyuan Temple.

"Bam—"

The long knife penetrated two feet into the wood, cutting through several feet of wooden pillars, and the blade made a buzzing sound.

Zhang Yuan's cavalry stood up five feet in front of the temple gate.

The warhorse stomped its front feet down heavily, sending rocks flying everywhere.

Behind him, the cavalry gathered in formation, and the tiger shadow reappeared. Zhang Yuan pointed his long sword in his right hand and shouted loudly: "Anyone who stands in the way of the Qin army will be killed!"

This shout was like thunder.

The old monk standing in front of the mountain gate trembled all over, his knees weakened, and he fell to the ground.

"Surrender, surrender, Dongyuan Temple is willing to surrender..."

Half an hour later, more than 300 monks from Dongyuan Temple were driven out and all the property in the temple was moved out.

The flames rose straight into the sky.

When the ordination master of Daitenryuji Temple arrived with a large group of people, Dongyuan Temple was left with only ruins and ashes.

"You, you, why are you here so late..."

The monks of Dongyuan Temple, who had been stripped of their clothes and were shivering in the wind, were in tears.

The master of precepts and the monks and warriors from Liangyuan Domain behind him all had gloomy expressions.

"Where did they go?"

The master of ordination shouted softly, and golden light flashed around him.

The monk in the lead from Dongyuan Temple was horrified, his eyes blank as he muttered, "Those, those villains, those demons, they looted all the land deeds and property in the temple, and are leading, leading those people, to, to Baiwa Town..."

At this time, the war horses were galloping through the streets and alleys of Baiwa Town.

The soldiers held long swords and shouted loudly.

"My Great Qin warriors have broken into Dongyuan Temple and taken all the land and business deeds. Anyone interested can come to the East Town Square and claim them—"

"We'll burn the land deeds that no one wants!"

"We can't take the jewels and treasures from Dongyuan Temple. Come and take whatever you want—"

Scattered gold, silver, pearls, and jade were thrown carelessly, rolling down the bluestone streets and alleys, rolling down the ditches and curbs...

The people in the town are going crazy.

When Master Chuanjie brought monks from the Datianlong Temple, as well as a large number of monk soldiers and warriors to Baiwa Town, they saw pairs of vigilant and fierce eyes.

"What about the Qin people?"

"Where are those Qin people?"

"Where are the Qin people——"

The ordination master's roar echoed over the town.

No one spoke except his voice.

This kind of scene is the first time I have seen it in all these years of ordination and practice.

How dare these ant-like common people look at me like this?

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the neck of a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old, with golden light flashing in his eyes.

"Qin people, where have you gone?"

"Go, go, go there..." The young man raised his hand slowly in a daze.

What is the direction of Xiaotianlong Temple?

The way you came?

impossible!
Chuanjie roared, broke the boy's neck, and then looked at the white-haired old man beside him.

After killing several people in succession, the ordination was finally confirmed, and the Qin people really returned to their ancient ways.

"What on earth do they want to do..." Chuanjie gritted his teeth, his eyes full of blood.

The large group of people turned around and headed back.

After they left, a carriage drove out of the town.

Mr. Yao, a kind man, jumped off the carriage, kowtowed three times to the people standing at the town entrance and the figures lying in a pool of blood, then got on the carriage and left.

"One day, I, Yao Junsheng, will lead the Qin cavalry to destroy all the Buddhist temples in Liangyuan."

Sitting on the bicycle frame, Mr. Yao turned his head to look behind him, his eyes shining with brilliance.

Go to places the enemy can't expect and gather troops the enemy can't expect.

Wherever the Qin people set foot, all the land became Qin territory.

The soldiers gathered by the Qin people were all the Qin Wuzu.

Zhang Yuan's words echoed in his ears.

These words opened a door for him.

……

Under the jurisdiction of Xiaotianlong Temple, it is the territory of Baiguo Temple.

Outside the long temple, Zhang Yuan slowly raised his long sword.

"Within half an hour, empty out all the valuables."

"Burning temples, dividing land, gathering soldiers, and distributing wealth."

(End of this chapter)