Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 209 The Power of Eight Elephants, How Strong Is He?
"Bam—"

He Jinquan's outstretched hand was blocked by Monk Yuzhi's punch.

Yu Zhi took three steps back, his face a mixture of red and white.

He Jinquan is known as the number one person in the Zhengyang County martial arts world. He possesses the combat power of a grandmaster. When he attacked at this moment, the force of that blow exceeded 30,000 pounds.

The little-known monk Yuzhi on Chilong Ridge was able to withstand He Jinquan's attack, which shows that he is also extremely powerful.

"To be an accomplice to a tiger, and get this little bit of strength in return, why bother?" He Jinquan laughed loudly, took another step forward, stretched out his hands, and between his palms, a ball of blue-black cloud turned into a swirling blade.

Po Jun, hanging kill.

Only when one has cultivated to the late stage of the innate realm and the true essence can pass through the body, can one have such means.

The swirling cloud blade moved as He Jinquan swung it. Yu Zhi didn't dare to touch it at all. He could only hold his sleeves with both hands. His sleeves hit the cloud, making a sound of metal.

Even so, he could not stop He Jinquan and was defeated step by step.

On the other side, the white tiger opened its mouth and spit out a stream of fire without waiting for Zhang Yuan to chase it.

Red Dragon Spring.

This is the Red Dragon Spring water.

It was not the Red Dragon Spring in the pool, but the boiling lava at the bottom of the pool.

The spring water gushed out, and the space in front of Zhang Yuan turned into a blazing fire.

The entire hall seemed to be on fire.

The talented people from Sanmiao County all huddled in a corner, painfully enduring the scorching heat.

Faced with the monster's tactics, Qi Zhenghua and the others became tense, their true energy surged, and they tried their best to protect themselves.

I can’t imagine what would happen if they faced this monster head-on.

Looking at the scorching spring water enveloping him, Zhang Yuan remained expressionless and raised the long sword in his hand again.

"cut--"

A knife came towards him, the blade flashed with a sharp edge.

The blade, with a faint glow, split the spring water and slashed towards the white tiger's head.

Every sword strike breaks the law!

Zhang Yuan's sword faced the demon's magic with the simplest and most direct killing force, chopping it down on the head.

The split spring water exploded and splashed onto the walls, bricks, and wooden pillars on both sides, and flames rose instantly.

"when--"

The white tiger's front paws blocked Zhang Yuan's blade, and the sound of metal clashing was heard.

Can't stop!
The white tiger's front paws were pressed by Zhang Yuan's blade, and it rolled to the ground!
Zhang Yuanren followed the knife and pushed the white tiger's body to roll. When he was two feet away, he raised the back of the knife.

"Bam—"

The white tiger's body crashed into the gable wall nearby, creating a large hole and scattering bricks and rocks.

Master Chu and the others looked up, their eyes filled with horror.

The force of this lift is probably more than 30,000 pounds!

"The cultivation level of Lord Black Tiger..." The female cultivator holding the long sword had a gleam in her eyes and whispered.

She is Rao Lingzi, an elder of the Feiyan Sword Sect. She is in the middle stage of the Xiantian Realm and has mastered the Feiyan Sword to perfection. She is the strongest person in the Feiyan Sword Sect.

Feiyan Sword School is also one of the three sects and four schools in Zhengyang County.

"If Lord Black Tiger wasn't extremely powerful, how could Elder He come here in person?" Qi Zhenghua, the head of the Yuhe Sword Sect, said softly.

Everything in this world is determined by strength. If Hei Hu doesn't have enough strength, not to mention He Jinquan, even they won't come.

"Roar--" The white tiger broke through the wall and turned around and ran away, rushing out of the hall. Zhang Yuan followed closely behind with a sword in his hand.

In the main hall, Yu Zhi slapped the broken incense table away with one palm, and the ashes in the incense burner shattered, and the hall was filled with fog.

When He Jinquan swept the swirling blade in his hand and broke through the fog, Yu Zhi's figure was no longer in front of him.

He moved and rushed out of the cave on the side of the mountain wall.

Qi Zhenghua and others looked at each other and rushed out quickly.

"Mr. Chu, what should we do..." In the hall, the gray-robed young man, holding his chest and struggling to stand up, looked at Chu Tiankuo.

Chu Tiankuo gritted his teeth and whispered, "You go first, I'll go and take a look." Not to mention that they almost died here, he was unwilling to give in. Just the battle between the strong men he saw today was something he couldn't miss.

For a warrior like him who has entered the Innate Realm, whether it is watching the battle between He Jinquan and Yu Zhi, who are at the peak of the Innate Realm, or the battle between the master with tiger-patterned mask and the tiger demon, it is an unimaginable opportunity.

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When Zhang Yuan chased out of the main hall of the Red Dragon Temple, the white tiger had already run towards the back mountain.

Zhang Yuan dragged his sword forward, his feet flying, and fell several feet behind the white tiger.

The white tiger ran to a five-meter-diameter pool of water at the back of the mountain, which was bubbling with hot steam, and then stopped.

Looking back at Zhang Yuan, Baihu's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Then he let out a low roar, and the waves in the pool behind him surged, swirling up like a water dragon.

As he stepped out of the pool, Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes.

This place is like the stone house in martial arts, the power of the Tao seems to be blocked.

The legendary paradise?
Not really, it can only be said to be a spiritual place where a trace of alien power gathers.

This white tiger was probably able to cultivate and become a demon because of this sacred place.

"boom--"

The water dragon hit Zhang Yuan head-on.

The dragon's body seemed to be glowing red, with its scales and claws clearly visible.

This is already a master's method.

No wonder the tiger demon came back here to attack again. With the power of the spiritual land blessing here, its magic power can reach the level of a master.

"Master's skills..." Not far behind Zhang Yuan, He Jinquan looked solemn, holding a short black spear in each hand, looking at the water dragon.

Monk Yuzhi, who was standing in front of him, had a sneer on his face.

Qi Zhenghua and others who chased to the front of the mountain stopped and dared not move forward.

Grandmaster, there is nothing they can do.

Chu Tiankuo, standing next to a bluestone, clenched his hands and looked nervously at the water dragon beside the pool.

If the Grandmaster with the tiger mask can't stop it, no one here can stop it.

Then, he will probably die here too?

This is the price of peeking into the Grandmaster realm battle.

The elders in his family had long told him that the Grandmaster's authority was inviolable.

Zhang Yuan looked at the roaring water dragon, his expression remaining calm.

The power of a dragon?
No.

This water dragon is far from being the power of a real dragon. It only takes the shape of a dragon because of the combination of demonic power and the power of the spiritual land here.

What can such a weak and tangible water dragon do to Zhang Yuan?

Gripping the long sword tightly in his hand, Zhang Yuan flew up.

Behind him, the faint shadow of the Mingwang emerged, and behind him, the shadows of war elephants merged into him.

On his arm, the power of the dragon blessed the long sword, causing the sound of a dragon's roar to resound.

The power of the eight elephants.

The power of the wise king.

The power of a dragon.

A mountain gathered at the top of Zhang Yuan's blade, and as he flew down, it hit the water dragon.

"Grandmaster!" Monk Yuzhi widened his eyes and exclaimed.

The strength displayed by Zhang Yuan is clearly at the Grandmaster level!
"The power of eight elephants, how strong is he..." Looking at the shadow of the war elephant that flashed by behind Zhang Yuan, He Jinquan could not hide the horror on his face.

As the number one figure in the martial arts world of Zhengyang County, he certainly knew that the power of an elephant was fifty thousand pounds, and he also knew that condensing the power of an elephant was the sign of entering the realm of Vajra Grandmaster.

Baxiang, is Lord Black Tiger about to enter the Dragon Elephant Realm?

With such a figure in charge of the Black Ice Platform in Zhengyang County, who among the martial artists would dare to disobey?

(End of this chapter)