Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 21: General Dies in a Hundred Battles

Looking at Zhang Yuan in front of the city gate, holding his sword and roaring, Ouyang Xu, who was sitting upright on his horse, twitched his eyes.

Only a true soldier can feel the glory on the battlefield.

No regrets in life or death, even if I die on the battlefield.

"kill--"

With a kick of his legs against the horse's belly, the black warhorse rushed out instantly.

Ouyang Xu raised the spear in his hand and, using the force of his cavalry's charge, stabbed it towards Zhang Yuan's chest.

His spear was fifteen feet long, with a crescent-shaped branch on the side of the tip. It was more of a halberd than a spear.

"when--"

Zhang Yuan held the hilt of the knife in front of his chest, blocking the crescent blade.

A huge force came from the gun, and Zhang Yuan's body retreated three feet uncontrollably.

The bones in his arms were broken and blood spurted out of his mouth.

Ouyang Xu's shot, with the help of the force of the galloping warhorse and the blessing of his innate true energy, contained a force greater than that of three bulls!

A blow of six thousand pounds can shatter even rocks.

Moreover, Ouyang Xu had clearly practiced a very advanced martial art. When he thrust out with his spear, the force penetrated and condensed, and all the strength burst out the instant the spear tip thrust out.

"puff--"

Zhang Yuan stopped and another mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Ouyang Xu's spear from his galloping cavalry not only injured Zhang Yuan's arms, but also damaged his internal organs.

"I thought you were truly at the Xiantian realm." With a tug on the reins, the warhorse raised its front paws, and Ouyang Xu pointed his spear at Zhang Yuan. "But considering your age, you're quite proud of yourself for surviving my blow."

The war rider kicked and stomped his feet left and right angrily, as if expressing his dissatisfaction with not being able to kill Zhang Yuan with one blow.

Ouyang Xu patted the warhorse under his seat with one hand and raised the pistol to swing it.

The war cavalry cruising nearby roared forward, raised their scimitars, and rushed towards Zhang Yuan.

There is no need to swing the sword, just use the horse's power to rush forward, and the blade can cut off Zhang Yuan's head.

Zhang Yuan stood where he was, his blood surging.

His arms were no longer able to move.

In his mind, a demonic energy bead shattered, and a true essence bead shattered. Two blue and gray forces quickly repaired the broken bones and muscles in his arm.

However, the speed of repair was not as fast as that of the galloping horse or the sharp scimitar.

As soon as the blade passed, his head would be raised high, with a handful of hot blood spurting out, and his body would be knocked away and fall outside the gate of Toyota County, which he had guarded for three months.

The general died in a hundred battles.

He, Zhang Yuan, is not yet qualified to be called a general.

Looking up, Zhang Yuan looked at the galloping warhorse.

He could see the murderous intent in the eyes of the cavalrymen covered in visors.

It was cold and icy, as if it was just here to kill an ant.

Is he, Zhang Yuan, an ant?

Is Zhang Yuan, who is unable to wield a sword, an ant?
"kill--"

The hilt of the long sword stabbed into the solid soil outside the city gate. Zhang Yuan freed his hands and clenched his fists.

His horse stance changed to a half-step collapse stance, and Zhang Yuan took a step forward to meet the charging cavalry.

With the power of the ground used for both feet, his waist was like a bow, the power went up from his waist and legs, his body half turned, and his right shoulder pushed forward, colliding with the neck of the galloping horse.

Iron fist, iron mountain support.

"boom--"

Zhang Yuan's footsteps dragged five feet on the ground.

In front, the body of the running warhorse suddenly rose up, and fell down with a loud bang when it reached a height of half a meter.

The horse's neck was broken before it fell.

The Iron Armor Fist technique, which was at the Great Perfection level, was enhanced by the power of the True Essence. The force of this strike exceeded two thousand five hundred kilograms.

"He was a brave general... what a pity." Ouyang Xu whispered, watching the cavalryman who fell off his horse turn over and stand up, holding the scimitar in his hand, rushing towards Zhang Yuan.

With this kind of speed and strength, this person's cultivation is at the middle stage of the acquired realm.

Breaking the sword with bare hands?

Zhang Yuan's hands had not yet recovered their strength, and he didn't even have a chance to break the knife.

The scimitar slashed across Zhang Yuan's waist.

Although Zhang Yuan's armor was thick, it could not block the sharp scimitar.

The scimitar's chop is not just a heavy blow, but also the cold edge brought by the dragging of the curved blade.

This is a fatal situation.

Zhang Yuan has seen this kind of situation before.

It was in the memory of a Yan soldier he had killed. This Yan soldier had once killed a Qin soldier with his hands behind his back.

At the moment of swinging the sword, the Qin soldier swept his legs, flew his knees, and almost killed him with the moves of the Iron Armor Fist.

Unfortunately, the Qin soldier was not strong enough, his flying knee was blocked, and he was finally stabbed through the chest by a knife.

The scimitar slashed horizontally.

Zhang Yuan ducked his body and swept his left leg across.

"Snapped--"

The Yan army who had drawn his sword was kicked up more than two feet high, and the trajectory of the sword he had swung also changed, turning upward.

Zhang Yuan had just retracted his left foot when his right foot had already stepped forward heavily.

"boom--"

He kicked out with his knee, hitting the soldier's chest.

Iron fist, sky-high knee.

The moment the knee hit the soldier's chest, the scales on his chest shattered.

The sound of a sternum breaking was heard, and the soldier who was knocked away fell five feet away, his whole body completely twisted.

Outside Zhang Yuan's body, Qi and blood surged, and his fists slowly clenched.

The injuries on his arms have mostly healed!

At this time, two cavalrymen rushed over from the other side.

Zhang Yuan turned around and rushed to his sword, stretched out his hand and pulled it out, holding the long sword horizontally in his hand.

"when--"

A scimitar that was aimed at his neck was blocked, and the other warhorse did not dare to come close when Zhang Yuan drew his sword. It pulled the reins of the warhorse and made the horse stand up in front of Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan ignored the two riders and turned his gaze to Ouyang Xu.

"kill--"

He held the knife with both hands, with the blade facing forward. He lowered his waist and took five-foot steps. The Qi and blood in his body merged with his true energy, and a faint layer of flowing light covered the blade.

Ouyang Xu didn't move.

At least twenty war horses had rushed in front of him, blocking Zhang Yuan's way forward.

Zhang Yuan did not retreat.

It’s not that I can’t withdraw, it’s that I don’t want to withdraw.

"I practice mountain swordsmanship, which is based on the power of the mountains. This swordsmanship condenses immense power. Everyone, be careful."

Zhang Yuan's voice rang out.

Yu Lin said this when he was fighting one against three in the bush.

For Zhang Yuan, this might be his last battle in this life, and he needs to display his strongest swordsmanship.

As he walked forward, the beads of qi, blood and perception in his mind shattered.

【Zhang Yuan】

Identity: Ninth-rank guard of Luyang Prefecture, Great Qin, recruited soldier of the Red Scale Army

Cultivation: Peak of the late postnatal realm (beginning to break through)
Martial Arts Training: Cloak Sword Skills are at Perfection and cannot be upgraded; Iron Armor Fist Skills are at Perfection and cannot be upgraded

The Mountain Sword Skill is at its peak and cannot be upgraded. The Mountain Fist Skill is at its peak and requires twenty Enlightenment Beads to upgrade.

Battle Formation: Canglang Formation Mastery
Chaos Space: 52 Qi and Blood Beads, 68 Perception Beads, 31 True Essence Beads, 6 Demonic Energy Beads

Chaos Support: On

Between life and death, Zhang Yuan shattered the blood and qi beads to improve his cultivation.

The Mountain Sword Technique was also directly pushed to the Great Perfection.

Half a step to innateness.

He is not yet at the innate realm, but he can already control the innate power.

The power from the shattered true essence beads poured into the meridians of his body and flowed into the long sword in his hand.

The sword energy vibrated, revealing a cold light.

"Using secret techniques to improve your cultivation?"

"He's a respectable opponent."

Ouyang Xu whispered softly through the wall of people.

He looked up into the distance, where there was smoke and dust rising, as well as the energy of a powerful innate realm master.

"Young Commander, it's the Red Scale Iron Cavalry." Behind Ouyang Xu, several innate realm generals spoke in a deep voice with solemn expressions.

The Qin cavalry, with thousands of horses rolling over Yungang, is invincible among tens of thousands of horses.

"It doesn't matter. He won't be able to hold out until the Scarlet Scale Cavalry arrives." Ouyang Xu spoke calmly, his eyes piercing with a deep look. "Even if the Scarlet Scale Cavalry arrives, what can they do..."

(End of this chapter)