Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 15 Transformation into Demon
The clouds and mists hide the mountains, and the sword technique seems light and graceful, but in fact, there are heavy mountains between the clouds and mists.

As the blade swept across, the three Xiantian realm masters were forced to take a step back.

A two-foot-circle tree trunk that blocked the blade broke with a sound.

If this knife were to cut anyone, the person would be cut in half.

Yunyin Shanlan had just moved when the second move was launched.

The long sword swung to the left, and the blade chased the middle-aged man in black armor. In the middle of the sword, the sword light changed again, and it turned over and slashed at the spear of another innate realm master who came to rescue.

"when--"

The Xiantian realm cultivator took a step back, and the spear in his hand trembled.

"kill--"

Yu Lin succeeded in striking the target with his sword, then turned back and swung the sword using the strength of his waist. The blade was like a streak of silk.

The knife in his hand was not a waist knife like Zhang Yuan's, but a battlefield knife with a narrow blade and a five-foot handle.

Holding the knife in both hands, the knife light is endless.

Knife Qi!
When the innate true energy is combined with the skillful swordsmanship, the true energy of the whole body can reach the edge of the sword, which is the sword energy.

The sword energy seemed thin and flowing, but it was unimaginably sharp and heavy.

Only those who can infuse true essence into swords and weapons, and condense sword energy into swords and weapons, are the true strong ones in the innate realm.

"boom--"

With one slash of the sword, the spear in the hand of the defeated Yan army Xiantian realm warrior could not block it and broke with a sound.

His body was also cut off by the knife and flew away, hitting the tree trunk behind him, spitting blood from his mouth.

Yu Lin laughed loudly, and his sword followed the enemy's body as he slashed out again.

The mountains are covered with green.

The rivers are rushing.

The mountains and rivers are far away.

Waterfalls and flowing springs.

Clear water surrounds the peaks.

……

Yu Lin's sword never left the Xiantian realm man who was defeated by his sword, and he completely ignored the other two people behind him who came to rescue him.

"In a life-or-death struggle, if you dare to lose focus, you are courting death!"

"You really think you're so powerful that you're treating me as a stepping stone."

"kill--"

There was arrogance in Yu Lin's voice.

Zhang Yuan knew that Yu Lin was warning him that in a fight between life and death, he needed to give it his all.

At the same time, he also told him that Yu Lin would take action at the critical moment to help him and Duan Hong fight for a chance to escape.

Holding the knife handle tightly and gritting his teeth, Zhang Yuan lowered his head slightly, only using his peripheral vision to watch the fight in front of him.

In his mind, the shadow of a man in black armor holding a knife kept moving.

It turned out that Yu Lin had only comprehended the great perfection level of this mountain sword technique.

In worldly practice, if one wants to achieve perfection in martial arts and combat techniques, one needs real talent and opportunity.

The mastery of a skill is basically the limit for practitioners in the world.

"kill--"

Yu Lin suddenly swung his long sword horizontally, cutting the middle-aged Xiantian realm master holding the broken spear seven or eight feet away. He fell to the ground and spit out blood.

Behind him, Master Ouyang stabbed his shoulder armor with a sword, and the sword pierced through his left shoulder, causing blood to flow.

"roll--"

Yu Lin roared, turned his long sword over, cut off the sword in Master Ouyang's hand, and knocked his body away.

The Xiantian realm cultivator on the other side took the opportunity to sweep the butt of his gun across Yu Lin's waist, causing Yu Lin to step back three steps.

Yu Lin stopped, grabbed the broken sword on his shoulder, and pulled it out inch by inch.

Zhang Yuan slowly stood up from behind the pine tree.

He knew that Yu Lin's "get out" was directed at him.

Yu Lin injured a Xiantian realm master and now confronted two Xiantian realm masters to create an opportunity for Zhang Yuan to leave.

"Boy, you go first." Duan Hong panted, pressed the wound on his waist with his palm, and spoke with difficulty.

Zhang Yuan's gaze fell on Duan Hong.

He can leave by himself, but Duan Hong can't.

To go, or not to go?

Zhang Yuan slowly raised his head and looked at the Yan Jun Xiantian realm warrior who fell to the ground and struggled to get up.

At this moment, his Chaos Auxiliary War was activated to the extreme.

All the trees, weeds, and rocks before my eyes turned into nothingness.

Before his eyes, there was only the Xiantian realm being lying on the ground.

As he took a step forward, he could hear the whistling of the wind outside.

With his left hand pressing the scabbard and his right hand holding the hilt, he ran forward, with only one person in front of him.

"Zhang Yuan, you—"

Duan Hong grabbed the tree trunk beside him and stared at Zhang Yuan who was running out.

He knew that Zhang Yuan was unwilling to leave alone, so he took action.

But what Zhang Yuan has to face now is the Xiantian realm!
Yu Lin narrowed his eyes, a gleam of light flashing in them.

The expressions of the Ouyang Masters, who were at the Xiantian Realm and the Half-Step Xiantian Realm, changed. They had already noticed the presence of Zhang Yuan and Duan Hong.

It’s just that everyone below the Xiantian is an ant, so they don’t care at all.

As long as Yu Lin is killed, the entire Toyota County will be taken over directly, and other people and things will no longer matter.

It was not until this time when Zhang Yuan flew out that they discovered that Zhang Yuan's cultivation seemed to be quite strong.

However, even if Zhang Yuan's cultivation is not bad, he is just a slightly stronger ant.

This kind of person still wants to participate in the battle of the Xiantian realm?
Do not overestimate your own capabilities.

The Xiantian realm cultivator lying on the ground had stood up and looked at Zhang Yuan who was running towards him. The corners of his mouth twitched, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He was no match for Yu Lin, but that didn't mean anyone below Xiantian was qualified to challenge him.

He raised the broken gun in his hand, moved his feet slightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes solidified.

Three feet.

Zhang Yuan drew his knife.

“Clang—”

The moment the long sword was unsheathed, the expressions of the two people confronting Yu Lin changed.

Zhang Yuan's swordsmanship was so smooth that it was beyond their imagination!

The long sword was unsheathed and slashed with the momentum of the forward charge.

It's not about chopping, but about pressing down with the waist and letting the knife follow the person.

Mountain swordsmanship, cliffs and clouds.

The Yan army Xiantian realm warrior's face changed slightly, and he thrust his broken spear down to block Zhang Yuan's knife.

"when--"

The sword and the spear collided, and the sword that Zhang Yuan dragged out nonchalantly revealed a force of a thousand pounds!

This made the palm of the Xiantian realm master who was hastily holding the gun tremble.

In an instant, Zhang Yuan was already on his left side, and the blade turned.

Mountain swordsmanship, twists and turns!

Blood is shed!

The blade brushed against the waist and abdomen of the Xiantian realm master, passed through the right armpit, missed the armor, cut through the armor belt, and penetrated five inches into the flesh.

A person at the Xiantian realm was injured by a sword from a person at the Acquired realm!

Yu Lin, who was standing sideways, had a hint of surprise on his solemn expression, and there was an unconcealable joy in his eyes.

On the opposite side, the two Yan army masters had their eyes wide open.

Duan Hong leaned against the tree trunk, watching Zhang Yuan slashing with his long sword, muttering to himself in disbelief.

"Thorn-"

After one successful strike, Zhang Yuan swung his long sword, and the sword followed the man, circling and slashing.

Mountain swordsmanship, green clouds surrounding the peaks!

Blood splattered everywhere, and the Xiantian realm master, who had no time to react, was left with several wounds by Zhang Yuan's blade.

The swordsmanship and cultivation displayed by Zhang Yuan exceeded the imagination of everyone present!
There was a real possibility that the Xiantian realm expert, who was already seriously injured, would be killed by him!
"Master Ouyang, go kill him!"

The Xiantian realm cultivator who was confronting Yu Lin already felt something was wrong. With a low shout, he stabbed towards Yu Lin with his spear.

Master Ouyang swung the broken sword in his hand, drew a soft sword from his waist, moved his body, and rushed towards Zhang Yuan.

As soon as he moved, Yu Lin burst into laughter and swung the long sword in his hand.

The situation changed, and the originally passive party took the initiative.

Yu Lin swung his long sword, only stopping Master Ouyang and another Xiantian realm cultivator. Zhang Yuan chopped with his long sword, trying his best to kill a seriously injured Xiantian realm cultivator.

No one thought that Zhang Yuan had such combat power that he could suppress a Xiantian realm cultivator.

A strong person in the innate realm has a physical strength exceeding that of an ox. He can add innate true energy with every move of his hands and feet, and his power is simply unstoppable by those below the innate realm.

But Zhang Yuan did not confront him head-on. He used his own advanced sword skills to circle around and left dozens of deep and shallow wounds on the body of this Xiantian realm cultivator.

"Yu Lin, you will die today—"

The Xiantian realm cultivator who was blocked by Yu Lin roared angrily, and the aura on his body changed instantly, and a violent force rose up.

This power was fierce and complex, causing his innate Qi to vibrate, and black scales appeared on the arm that was holding the spear.

"Bam—"

The spear fell down, Yu Lin blocked it with his long sword, and his feet retreated uncontrollably.

"Transform into a demon!"

Blood spurted out of Yu Lin's mouth, and the sword wound on his left shoulder burst open.

Transform into a demon.

Three hundred years ago, the Marquis of Yanbei was bewitched by evil spirits and declared himself the ruler of Yan.

The State of Yan respected the demon race and spread demon magic.

Practicing magic can grant you a long life and great power, but the price you have to pay is that you will no longer be a human being.

Bloodthirsty and crazy.

"Go to hell——"

The master of the Xiantian realm who had transformed into a demon roared, and grabbed Yu Lin's chest with his arm covered with black scales.

If this blow had hit him, Yu Lin's chest and abdomen would have been pierced and his body would have shattered.

"kill--"

Yu Lin raised his head, which had been lowered, and his eyes were full of arrogance.

The aura on his body changed from its original swirling energy to rushing straight into the sky!
The middle stage of the Xiantian realm!
(End of this chapter)