Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 211 Should I call you Red Dragon or Wandering Monk?
The golden-red dragon horns stabbed at He Jinquan.

The sharp blade in He Jinquan's hand resisted, but it shattered like thin paper and exploded with a loud bang.

There was horror on his face, and his hands, with a blue-gray color, blocked the dragon's horns.

Iron kill, golden bones.

"Bam—"

His body flew two feet away, blood flowing between his hands.

The fight happened in a flash.

In the back, Qi Zhenghua and others did not expect that Yu Zhi would actually injure He Jinquan with one blow. When He Jinquan fell to the ground, he came to his senses and rushed out.

"Elder He!"

Duan Ta protected He Jinquan, put tiger thorns on his hands, and stared at Yu Zhi in front of him, whose limbs were covered with flames.

Qi Zhenghua and Rao Lingzi drew their swords and pointed them at Monk Yuzhi.

"Be careful, he's not Uchi anymore!"

He Jinquan struggled to his feet with a solemn expression. He looked at his right hand that was pierced by the dragon horn and said in a deep voice, "He has the combat power of a Grandmaster."

Being able to injure the number one man in Zhengyang County with one strike, Yu Zhi's combat power is definitely at the Grandmaster level.

The Uchi who had fought against him before definitely did not have such fighting power.

In front, Monk Yuzhi let out an inexplicable roar, took a step forward, and directly crossed a two-meter space, stabbing the dragon horn in his hand towards Duan Ta.

This attack was simple, direct and fast.

Duan Ta raised his arms and smashed the tiger thorns in his hands diagonally towards the dragon horns.

"Bam—"

The tiger thorn hit the dragon horn, Duan Ta's face turned pale, his arm was bounced away, and the dragon horn still stabbed towards his chest.

"when--"

Qi Zhenghua on the side swung his sword and stabbed it into the dragon's horn, causing the horn to deflect slightly and pass by Duan Ta's armpit, leaving a trail of blood on his body.

On the other side, Rao Lingzi walked with the sword and stabbed Yuzhi with it, but Yuzhi raised his hand, and his flaming arm blocked the sword light. He pressed it down casually and took a step back.

Duan Ta looked at his armpit with lingering fear. If Qi Zhenghua had not taken action, he would have been pierced through the heart by a blow.

"Thank you, Master Qi." Duan Ta clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Be careful." Qi Zhenghua held a sword in his hand and looked at Yuzhi in front of him.

Rao Lingzi on the side moved her fingers slightly, the sword in her hand trembled slightly, and her eyes were fixed on Yu Zhi.

Her arm had been repelled by the collision with Yu Zhi just now, and her muscles and bones were aching.

"die--"

Monk Yuzhi roared, and his body became like a red cloud. He instantly appeared in front of Rao Lingzi, and with his empty left hand, which was flaming, he grabbed Rao Lingzi.

Rao Lingzi had been on guard for a long time and did not dare to take Yu Zhi's palm head-on. She just thrust out the sword in her hand to block Yu Zhi's hand.

"when--"

Rao Lingzi's body flew backwards for several feet like a flying swallow, and she barely landed on the top of a pine tree. Her face was pale and blood was oozing from the corners of her mouth.

If it weren't for her Feiyan Sword School's special swordsmanship that could use the opponent's force to relieve the opponent's force, her heart meridians would have been shattered by this confrontation.

Just as Rao Lingzi was knocked away, Monk Yuzhi took a step forward and stabbed Qi Zhenghua with the fiery red dragon horn in his right hand.

It's still straightforward, but the movements are extremely fast.

Qi Zhenghua narrowed his eyes and swung his sword to meet the dragon. When the sword hit the dragon's horn, the tip of the sword vibrated.

"Dang-dang-dang--"

The continuous sound of collision resounded and merged into one.

In less than a breath, Qi Zhenghua's expression changed, and he took two steps back in an instant, pointing his sword forward with an ugly look on his face.

The sword in his hand had cracks all over the edge, and it was clearly about to break.

The fiery red horn in Yuzhi's hand turned out to be an unimaginable treasure!

"drink--"

Duan Ta, who was standing in front of He Jinquan, let out a low shout, took a step forward, and punched Yu Zhi with his fist pierced by tiger thorns.

Yuzhi raised his flaming arms and held them in front of him.

"Bam—"

Duan Ta's blow was at least ten thousand pounds of force, and Yu Zhi's body slid backward, leaving a long scar under his feet. Duan Ta succeeded in his attack, stepped forward, and brought down another punch.

Among the people present, Duan Ta's cultivation is actually the weakest, and his combat power is also relatively weak, but his Dragon Elephant Martial Sect's martial arts skills are fierce. Whether it is the Feiyan Sword or the Yuhe Sword School's methods, they cannot match Duan Ta's bravery at this time.

Seeing Duan Ta rushing towards him again, Yu Zhi snorted coldly, holding the dragon horn upside down in his hand and blocking it in front of him.

Duan Ta's fist hit the dragon's horn, and his arm shook as if hitting a mountain.

It was too late for him to retract his fist. Yu Zhi pressed down with the dragon horn in his hand, knocking Duan Ta away.

Duan Ta's body flew sideways, and He Jinquan took a step forward from behind, stretched out his uninjured left hand, and pressed against Duan Ta's back.

The two men staggered back five steps, both spitting blood from their mouths.

"The power of the Grandmaster..."

Duan Ta and He Jinquan fell to the ground and looked ahead in horror.

He Jinquan, who claimed to possess the combat power of a grandmaster, could not even withstand the opponent's transferred power.

Yu Zhi knocked Duan Ta and He Jinquan back with one blow, then he moved his feet and stabbed the dragon horns towards their heads.

Rao Lingzi, who was standing on pine paper in the distance, gritted her teeth, and rushed towards Yu Zhi with a sword in hand, like a swallow returning to its nest.

Qi Zhenghua on the other side also rushed forward, using his cracked sword to block the dragon horn in Yuzhi's hand.

Chu Tiankuo, who had been hiding behind the bluestone, suddenly changed expression and flew out with a sword in his hand, stabbing towards Yuzhi.

If we don't take action now, and wait for Yu Zhi to recover, no one will be able to escape.

Three sword lights stabbed towards Yuzhi, and Yuzhi, who was originally rushing forward, suddenly stopped.

He didn't want to kill Duan Ta and He Jinquan at all, but deliberately lured Qi Zhenghua and others to take action!

The three of them looked horrified, but it was too late to withdraw.

Yuzhi swept the dragon horn in his hand, and the three long swords shattered directly. The broken sword blades flew backwards, leaving scars on the three people.

Chu Tiankuo vomited blood from his mouth, Rao Lingzi fell to the side, Qi Zhenghua had the highest cultivation level and was slightly better, he only held the hilt of the broken sword, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and stood in front of Yu Zhi.

Yu Zhi let out a low roar, and the dragon horn stabbed directly towards Qi Zhenghua's chest.

No one could stop him at this time and place, and Qi Zhenghua could only resign himself to watching the dragon horn thorn coming towards him.

The top masters from the three sects and four schools, even if they joined forces, were no match for Monk Yuzhi on the Red Dragon Ridge.

Looking at the dragon horn stabbing towards him, Qi Zhenghua's expression became much calmer.

The reputation in the world is just a reputation after all.

It turns out that there are many truly strong people in the world.

The dragon horn was burning hot and had already reached his chest and abdomen. It would only take an instant to pierce through his body.

But at this moment, Monk Yuzhi suddenly pulled out the dragon horn and chopped it down heavily behind him.

"when--"

The clashing of metal was like thunder.

Zhang Yuan stood by the pool holding a long sword, with the blade pointing at Monk Yuzhi.

Monk Yuzhi's eyes were red as he growled softly, "It was you who killed Xiaobai..."

Zhang Yuan looked at Monk Yuzhi and said calmly, "Should I call you Red Dragon or Wandering Monk?"

"Or," Zhang Yuan's Qi, blood, and true essence slowly condensed, and a light golden evil power emerged from his body, "Or, should I call you White Tiger?"

"A wandering monk who came to search for the remains of a red dragon was possessed by the dragon's remnant spirit and is now haunted."

"The white tiger, originally a beast controlled by a wandering monk, used its own spirit to help the wandering monk prolong his life and suppress the dragon spirit."

"For three hundred years, your friendship seems very touching."

The light on Zhang Yuan's blade slowly solidified, and the light in his eyes turned sinister. "But hundreds of civilians and merchants in the Red Dragon Ridge area have been transformed into ghosts, and your blood, spirits and souls have kept you alive. Who do you hold responsible for this grudge?"

As the voice fell, Zhang Yuan took a step forward and chopped down Yu Zhi's head with his long sword.

"boom--"

This knife brings wind and thunder!

This is a spiritual place, and the power of heaven is not enough to suppress it. Zhang Yuan slashed it with his sword, and with the blessing of the master-level qi, the power of Acala and the dragon were combined.

There are eight elephants behind him and a mountain on his sword.

One strike of the sword can overturn the situation!

(End of this chapter)