Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 142: Jiaolong, master of the physical body, the realm of Vajra!

Who are you waiting for to die?

The sound was like thunder, resounding for ten miles, merging with the rushing water of the river, rolling and surging, shaking the mountains and rivers.

The rising energy of the Xiantian realm made all the figures who rushed in front of Zhang Yuan look horrified.

The Master of Ordination frowned, and behind him, several powerful Xiantian Realm masters had already rushed forward.

Zhang Yuan held two swords in his hands and took half a step forward. His speed became faster and faster. In an instant, he was facing the monks and warriors who were rushing towards him.

Three long swords came towards him and a short spear stabbed towards Zhang Yuan's chest.

Even if Zhang Yuan showed his innate cultivation, he could not let these people retreat.

In this world, how can one man hold the pass against ten thousand men?

The Qin people admired bravery, so they said some impossible things. Over time, people all over the world believed that brave people could really become the enemies of ten thousand men.

Green sword energy flowed above the two swords. Zhang Yuan held the sword in his left hand horizontally, pressing it outside his elbow, and held the long sword in his right hand straight, stabbing straight forward.

"when--"

The knife in his left hand blocked the three long knives that were coming down to chop him down, and the knife in his right hand brushed against the short gun that was stabbing at him and pressed against the opponent's neck.

Before the four people in front of him could react, the blade of Zhang Yuan's right hand had already cut through the throat of the monk holding the gun, and blood spurted out.

He pressed his body forward, slashed with his left hand, and the blade passed through the chests of the three sword-wielding warriors.

The green blade energy tore through the robes, broke the sternum, and spilled the blood gushing out of the chest onto the bridge.

Kill four people with two swords.

Zhang Yuan did not stop at all. He spun his two swords, and the sword light spread out like a wheel, cutting the waist of the monk who wanted to retreat and breaking his body.

"Fanatical——"

"stop--"

Two monks in the Xiantian realm stepped out from the side of the master of ordination, one holding a bronze Buddhist staff and the other holding a heavy long sword, and rushed towards Zhang Yuan.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, attacked at the same time with a sword and a stick, one long and one short.

The heavy sword struck at the head, and the Buddhist staff swung in a circle and swept across.

The energy of the innate realm, the strength of the innate realm, and the speed of the innate realm.

The two Xiantian realm masters in front of Zhang Yuan moved in unison and with ease. It was obvious that they were both powerful masters who had been training in the Xiantian realm for many years.

Seeing the two men take action, Master Chuanjie and the others around him all showed a smile on their faces.

Liang Yuanyu's Buddhist practice method is not as simple as the Qin army's combat method, nor as agile as the Qin martial arts method, but this kind of calmness and solemnity also has its merits.

If a warrior of the same level does not have enough strength, he will be suppressed in front of the Buddhist cultivators in Liangyuanyu.

It just so happens that most of the warriors in the Great Qin Jianghu do not have a very deep foundation, and they are at a disadvantage in front of the Buddhist practitioners of the same level in Liang Yuanyu.

How can the Qin people stop the two powerful Buddhist masters in the Xiantian realm from joining forces?
Zhang Yuan held two swords in his hands. Seeing the sword and staff coming at him, he suddenly increased his speed. With one step of three feet, his body was two feet in front of the monk in the Xiantian realm holding the sword.

When he took this step, the knife in his hand had already blocked the heavy sword that was falling on his head.

"when--"

The Xiantian realm monk holding the heavy sword turned pale, then his face turned red, and his hands trembled.

The knife that Zhang Yuan thrust out was as powerful as a mountain!
This kind of gravity caused the innate realm monk holding the heavy sword to have his internal organs churn, and his blood and true energy flowed backwards for a moment.

The Buddhist staff that was swung across the waist from the other side has arrived.

Zhang Yuan raised the knife in his left hand and lightly flicked it in the direction of the Buddhist staff. The monk holding the Buddhist staff's face changed suddenly.

The force on Zhang Yuan's blade was soft and effortless, but it made his Buddhist staff change direction and crash into the sword-wielding monk in the Xiantian realm beside him.

The sword-wielding monk in the Xiantian realm was now full of Qi, blood and true energy flowing backwards, and he was unable to block the Buddhist staff that was hitting his waist.

"Bam—"

The sound of bones breaking when the Buddhist staff hit the ground could be clearly heard.

Zhang Yuan walked forward, and with the blade of his left hand, he brushed the neck of the Xiantian realm monk holding a heavy sword who was spitting blood from his mouth. He pulled it, and a handful of blood flew up two feet high, and a huge, round head rolled down.

The Xiantian realm monk holding the Buddhist staff had trembling arms. He stood in place and watched Zhang Yuan pass by like the wind, with both swords spread out, rushing towards the master of ordination.

From the time Zhang Yuan walked forward, drew his sword with both hands, to the time he killed four monks who were blocking his way and a powerful innate realm warrior, it took only three breaths.

Three breaths, eight feet, kill five people.

Zhang Yuan held two swords in his hands, and behind him was a headless body falling down with blood gushing out.

The column of air from the fallen Xiantian realm rose up, revealing an enchanting blood-red color.

What a brutal scene!
The decisiveness and ferocity displayed by Zhang Yuan in these three breaths made the monks of Datianlong Temple on the stone bridge feel weak in their legs and feet.

Zhang Yuan arrived with a knife in his hand, with only the master of precepts in front of him.

Master Chuanjie had a solemn expression on his face, holding a heavy blue-gray sword in his hand, and with a loud shout, he came towards Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan is indeed brave, but he has been preaching and roaming in Liangyuan for decades, and his cultivation has reached the late stage of the Xiantian Realm. He is one of the most powerful people in the Datianlong Temple, in charge of foreign affairs, and has experienced countless hardships.

When Zhang Yuan chopped down with both swords, Chuanjie also thrust out with a sword.

The blue-gray heavy sword carried the sound of tiger and leopard thunder, and the faint golden light on the sword edge showed his deep immersion in the heavy sword.

The sword in Chuanjie's hand shook, and he looked at Zhang Yuan in disbelief, stepping back repeatedly.

The power of Zhang Yuan's two swords is definitely more than ten thousand pounds!

It is more than ten thousand pounds. He has a secret method for passing on the precepts. He practices the Eight Secret Books of the Great Dragon Temple, which can condense the power of the dragon.

In the late Xiantian realm, with the sword exerting a gravity of ten thousand pounds, he thought he could hold Zhang Yuan down firmly, but he didn't expect to be repelled with one blow.

If he had not mastered the art of heavy sword to the point where he could lift heavy objects with ease, and the sword in his hand had not absorbed the force, his arm bones would probably have been shattered by now.

Chuanjie was defeated, but Zhang Yuan continued to move forward.

Seeing that the ordination ceremony had failed, seven or eight monks from the Datianlong Temple rushed forward shouting wildly, trying to stop Zhang Yuan, even though they knew they were no match for him.

"Hurry up and escort my uncle away——"

"If the villain wants to hurt my uncle, just step over me!"

"Buddha have mercy on me, I will kill you——"

Holding a knife in his hand, Zhang Yuan stared at the retreating Chuanjie, pointing the long knife in his hand forward.

"Om-"

On the blade, a three-foot green blade light suddenly exploded, and the blade slashed out with a single blow.

Eight bodies were directly cut in half by the swirling sword energy.

The sword energy slashed the railings on both sides of the stone bridge, and the railings collapsed and fell into the rolling river.

"The sword energy leaves the body!"

"The peak of the Xiantian realm!"

There was a cry of surprise from the front, and the monks from the Datianlong Temple who were gathered on the stone bridge finally retreated in panic.

Zhang Yuan never stopped.

The speed at which these monks retreated could not keep up with Zhang Yuan's pursuit.

With two swords in hand, the sword energy leaves the body.

The swirling blade energy was like a blade of gods and demons coming from the Nine Abysses. With one horizontal slash, seven or eight bodies were broken.

The blood flowed along the stone bridge and fell into the surging river.

"Fierce demon, fierce demon—"

Chuanjie's eyes were red, and he held a palm-sized piece of scale armor in one hand. The scale armor pierced his palm and was stained with blood, with gold and bright red interlaced on it.

An evil aura rose from Chuanjie's body.

A faint dragon shadow floated behind him, roaring towards the sky.

dragon?
Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes, looked at the roaring dragon shadow, and slowly held his two swords horizontally.

It has a single horn and green scales, so it must be a dragon.

Moreover, it is just a piece of dragon scale, how much power can it contain?
So what if it is a real dragon?
He, Zhang Yuan, will eventually have the day to slay the dragon and destroy the Buddha!

With one step forward, holding his two swords horizontally and dragging them, Zhang Yuan's figure was like a whirlwind, and he was already in front of Chuanjie.

Chuanjie shouted loudly and smashed the sword in his hand towards Zhang Yuan's head.

A faint dragon roar was heard.

The dragon's shadow slashed down with the sword of Chuanjie, and also slapped down with its front claws.

This sword carries the power of a dragon.

Zhang Yuan held two swords in his hands, his left sword pressed forward horizontally, and his right sword rushed towards the Dragon Roar Sword.

Behind him, the shadow of a war elephant emerged.

The power of an elephant.

When the shadow of the war elephant appeared, Chuanjie's eyes widened in horror.

There is a master in the Great Tianlong Temple, and he certainly knows what the power of an elephant means.

Grandmaster.

Master of the physical body, the realm of Vajra!
The person he was facing at this moment was a Vajra Grandmaster whose physical strength had reached that of an elephant!

"boom--"

Chuanjie's body flew backwards, blood spurting out of his mouth mixed with shattered internal organs.

With the force of one blow, all the internal organs were shattered and all the meridians in the body were severed.

When Chuanjie's body fell to the ground, his breath had already stopped.

A huge amount of energy and blood dissipated, and a column of energy from the fall of the Innate Realm suddenly rose up.

"Master, he's dead..."

(End of this chapter)