Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 178 Zhang Shijiu, from today onwards, who in the county town has not heard of this name?

The momentum of the entire army changed dramatically.

Stern and brutal.

desperately.

The shadow of a desperate wolf is gathering.

Martial Soul War Beast!

During this period, Zhang Yuan and his team also condensed their martial spirit war beasts!

"This, how is this possible..."

"He, he can actually do this!"

Outside the square, many people looked surprised.

No one thought that Zhang Shijiu had such ability.

Inspiring morale in front of the army is a fundamental means for a general to lead the army.

Some people lead by example and are always the first to fight; some people eat and live with the soldiers and are inseparable from them. All of this is to be able to control the morale of the soldiers before the battle and to unite the thousands of soldiers with the will to fight.

Huang Shi first suppressed the morale and then inspired everyone to fight. This method revealed the style of a famous general who had fought many battles.

But Zhang Yuan on the opposite side was able to gather combat power and consolidate the momentum of the army while the blood and energy of Huang Shi and his men were surging.

Just the sentence "You fought for one thing and one person with your life" made all the soldiers eager to fight and willing to fight to the death.

This method can also make a general a leader in the army.

"No wonder Huang Shi said he wanted Zhang Erhe to take over the command of the Red Scale Army's cavalry."

"This nineteenth is indeed extraordinary."

Outside the square, there were soft whispers.

There was a gleam of light in Zhou Zhengtong's eyes.

Zhang Yuan brought him too many surprises.

Before the battle, Zhang Yuan raised the long sword in his hand and slashed it across the green floor tiles.

"Thorn-"

Sparks flew, and a bluish-white knife mark appeared on the blue brick in front of him.

"Zhang will hold this line, no matter life or death."

Never retreat, life or death!

He did not say how to fight against the army formed by the yellow lion, he only said this.

Hold this line and never retreat, life or death!

Behind Zhang Yuan, the blood and true energy of Xun Gongzi and others surged, and the fighting spirit in them surged, and a faint shadow of a gray wolf took shape.

No one spoke at this time, and everyone stared at the two military formations.

The two top fighters showed unimaginable brilliance.

The momentum collided, and the bluestone square was in turmoil.

The space between the two battle formations seemed to be about to explode.

"kill--"

The yellow lion laughed loudly and roared wildly.

He did not wait any longer, but strode forward, leading the army behind him forward, and the speed became faster and faster.

The shadow of the tiger charged forward with the battle formation, attacking with a roar.

This is a real fierce general, charging into battle!
Outside the square, no one dared to blink.

If you are not in the army and are not a general who has fought in many battles, how can you have the chance to see such a scene?

"boom--"

The tiger shadow collided with the wolf shadow condensed by Zhang Yuan and his army formation, and the blue wolf shattered instantly.

The blood-red tiger shadow shook and roared towards the sky.

Behind Zhang Yuan, everyone was shocked and took a step back.

The Gray Wolf Formation is slightly less powerful than the Tiger Formation.

The military formation formed by the Yellow Lion is indeed powerful.

The tiger roared and came. Zhang Yuan held a long sword in his hand, his face calm, and the blue-white sword mark was under his feet.

This knife mark is the natural moat.

He raised his hand, and the long sword shone with green light.

The military energy, blood and true essence poured into his body like a funnel, transforming into a pair of golden wings-like light and shadow behind him.

The power of the battle formation is concentrated in one body.

“Clang—”

The long sword slashed horizontally, and the green sword energy was shining, so bright that it was dazzling.

Zhang Yuan slashed out with his sword, his momentum was like a rainbow.

The power of the battle formation is condensed in one sword!

This sword energy seems to be able to tear the void!
Who in the enemy army can face this sword?
When Zhang Yuan swung his sword, there was a cry of surprise outside the square.

Huang Shi's eyes were filled with fighting spirit. He let out a long shout, took a step forward, and stretched out the knife in his hand to block the knife energy from Zhang Yuan.

"boom--"

The green blade energy exploded, shattering the green bricks on the ground!

Huang Shi stopped, and the army formation behind him also paused slightly.

Zhang Yuan, by himself, can draw on the power of the military formation to release such sword energy that it can stop Huang Shi and the others from moving forward!

"The sword technique is perfect!"

"This is a sword technique that has reached the perfect state, enhanced by the power of the military formation. Anyone below the Grandmaster level can definitely fight!"

There was a burst of exclamations outside the square.

No wonder Zhang Yuan dared to say that he would hold that line!

As long as the army's strength does not collapse, with a sword in his hand, no one below the Grandmaster can get through at all!
Everyone could see that Zhang Yuan was standing in the same place, with the faint infusion of blood and true essence from the military formation behind him, making him stand tall like a god of war.

"kill--"

The yellow lion's voice sounded again, and the condensed tiger martial spirit pounced towards Zhang Yuan.

He attacked without mercy. This wasn't a martial arts drill; it was clearly a battle in the battlefield!

Zhang Yuan's expression remained unchanged. He took a step forward, gripping the hilt of the knife with both hands, and the blade moved upward from bottom to top, as fast as the wind.

Cloak sword technique, cutting the wind.

The simplest and most common sword technique in the military.

Before the upward blade light hit the claws of the tiger martial spirit, Zhang Yuan paused and took a step back, returning to the position of the blade mark on the ground, and the tiger martial spirit rolled to the side.

Defended!
One man, one knife, standing behind the knife mark, not retreating at all!

"kill--"

Master Xun let out a long shout, his face flushed, and he thrust forward with the spear in his hand.

The students in other military formations could no longer bear it, their blood and qi were drawn together, and they stepped forward.

How could they let Zhang Yuan guard that line alone?

Even if it means risking their lives, they will charge forward.

At this moment, their fighting spirit has reached its peak.

"boom--"

The two armies collided with each other.

Zhang Yuan stayed at the spot where the knife marks were on the ground. No matter whether the students behind him advanced or retreated, he remained motionless like a reef in the sea.

The two military formations collided, and the martial spirits condensed and shattered, and shattered and condensed again.

Outside the square, everyone watched all this silently, with envy on their faces.

This kind of experience of fighting in formation will be a rare opportunity for these students in their lifetime.

For these students undergoing training, this may really be their only chance in this lifetime.

The power emanating from the military formation became increasingly powerful, and the energy of qi, blood, and true essence was like a tornado.

The martial spirit beast became more and more solid, and each strike had a force of more than ten thousand pounds, and the sound of collision was vibrating and roaring.

The collision and recoil of this kind of force can make the blood of all the students forming the military formation boil.

After a hundred breaths, the yellow lion laughed loudly and chopped down Zhang Yuan's head with the long sword in his hand.

Zhang Yuan did not retreat at all. He changed the knife grip in his hand from straight to horizontal and went forward to meet the falling blade.

"when--"

The two swords collided, causing light and shadow to explode like flames.

Zhang Yuan took a step back and stood behind the knife mark on the ground.

The yellow lion swung his long sword and put it back into the scabbard.

"It's so satisfying! This is what we call a battle in battle formation."

As his voice fell, the military aura that had been condensed behind him collapsed, and his blood and true essence turned into a scattered whirlwind.

On the opposite side, the army formation behind Zhang Yuan could no longer gather its momentum. Everyone was gasping for breath, with uncontrollable smiles on their faces.

Outside the square, everyone's eyes were filled with envy and admiration.

One gaze after another slowly turned from the yellow lion to Zhang Yuan opposite.

Zhang Nineteen.

From today onwards, who in the county town has not heard of this name?

--------------

Zhao's Villa.

Zhao Yu tucked a book under his arm and walked out of Princess Fengming's study.

"Yuruo, where are you going?"

A voice sounded, causing Zhao Yu to tremble all over and slowly turn his head.

At the edge of the corridor, a young man in his thirties, dressed in a black brocade robe, stood there. He wore a light gold hair crown inlaid with jade, a jade belt around his waist, a slight beard on his chin, and a resolute face.

"Big brother..."

Zhao Yu hurriedly exclaimed.

Zhao Yu's elder brother, Prince Ying Liang of King Zhao.

In Prince Zhao's palace, many times, Crown Prince Ying Liang had as much say as Prince Zhao.

"I have arranged a banquet in a few days, and you and your aunt are going."

Ying Liang's eyes swept over Zhao Yu and he frowned slightly: "Don't act like a girl."

"You're not a child anymore."

"Also, please take some time to accompany your aunt. She has sacrificed so much for my Zhao Palace, and I am ashamed of myself."

Zhao Yu nodded, didn't dare to answer, and walked out.

Looking at Zhao Yu's back, Ying Liang's eyes flashed.

He raised his hand, and two guards in green robes stepped forward and bowed.

"What has the princess been doing these days?" Ying Liang asked lightly.

The two guards looked at each other and reported in a low voice.

"Old friend?" Ying Liang narrowed his eyes. "What kind of person could there be in Zhengyang County?"

"Ying Chong is the same. At this time, he still lets the fourth girl get involved with irrelevant people."

Glancing forward, Ying Liang said calmly, "When the princess returns, tell her not to see that old friend again."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

When Ying Liang reached the study in the back hall, a fifty-year-old man in a green robe walked in quickly, his face full of excitement. "Prince, in today's martial arts class, General Huang Shi is practicing military formations. Student Zhang Shijiu is leading the battle and has been undefeated for a hundred breaths!"

"Zhang Shijiu is the righteous Zhang Erhe from Luyang Prefecture."

Ying Liang showed surprise on his face and whispered, "Can Zhang Erhe gather his troops and fight against the Yellow Lion for a hundred breaths without being defeated?"

The old man in green robe nodded heavily: "It is absolutely true, and it has been fully passed down in martial arts."

Ying Liang's eyes flashed, and he whispered, "If this person really has this ability, then his potential is limitless."

"Take an invitation and hand it to him personally."

"Let's just say that this prince invites him to a banquet. If he can win the favor of the Princess of Zhao Palace, it's not impossible for him to become the Princess of Shang."

(End of this chapter)