Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 236 One man can hold the pass and ten thousand men cannot defeat it!

In front of the Red Dragon Temple, everyone stared blankly.

The five Xiantian realm masters died, and the energy and light pillars on their bodies turned into smoke columns as their energy and blood dissipated.

Zhang Yuan stood there holding a knife, like a mountain.

One man can hold the pass against ten thousand men!

"Zhang Nineteen..."

Hu Tang murmured.

The figure standing there holding a knife was indeed Zhang Shijiu, who usually studied martial arts with him.

"What Zhang Nineteen? This guy should be called Zhang Wudi." Hong Yang grinned and raised his hand and shouted, "Zhang Wudi——"

The soldiers standing beside him immediately shouted loudly: "Zhang Wudi——"

In front of the Red Dragon Temple, all the soldiers were filled with energy and blood, and shouted loudly: "Zhang Wudi——"

As he shouted, the shadow of the black tiger condensed by the black-armored warrior became more and more ferocious.

The body of the hundred-foot-tall divine beast Xuanwu also became more solid.

When the army fights, morale is the most important thing.

Zhang Yuan killed five Xiantian realm masters with one sword. This kind of scene is the best way to boost morale.

"Zhang Wudi..." The martial artists all looked pale and their legs were weak.

Zhang Yuan’s tyranny made them feel frightened.

"This guy is so strong." Zhao Yu looked at Zhang Yuan's back and whispered softly. She slowly loosened her clenched hands, quietly wiped the sweat from her palms, and breathed a sigh of relief.

When Zhang Yuan attacked just now, she didn't even dare to breathe.

"It is a black tiger after all..." Xun Huo sighed softly on the Moon-Watching Peak.

Cao Chunbao smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He admitted that he was no match for Black Tiger.

At least he knew that it was impossible for him to kill five Xiantian realm masters in an instant.

"At the moment of battle, this kind of brutal slaughter is truly a morale-boosting experience." Wen Gezheng looked at the columns of blood-red smoke in the distance. "Just with this kind of bravery, he can lead his men to fight to the death against an enemy ten times his size."

The brave generals in the army are all capable of killing the generals in front of the battlefield.

A brave and fierce general is one who can inspire the morale of the army by himself, and fight to the death without retreating, even after a hundred battles.

In the Red Dragon Temple, Chu Yunhuai was stunned.

There was blood splattered on his face.

If those five Xiantian realm masters had not been so eager to escape and rushed in front of him, he would have been the one dead by now.

He didn't think that since he was in front, he could hold on for half a breath longer than anyone else.

Not only him, but the rest of the Xiantian realm were also stunned at this time, looking at Zhang Yuan who was walking with a knife.

Zhang Yuan walked forward with a calm expression, dragging his long sword with blood dripping from it.

"Drop your weapons, kneel down and you won't be killed."

"Anyone who doesn't kneel within three breaths will be killed."

Zhang Yuan's voice was cold, as if he wanted to kill everyone.

Considering the body lying behind him and the column of blood and energy that had not yet dissipated, no one would doubt Zhang Yuan's murderous intent.

"Dang Cang——"

I don't know whose sword fell to the ground first.

"Bam—"

I don't know who knelt first.

When Chu Yunhuai, who was kneeling on the ground, turned around, he saw that there was no one standing beside him.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I am not the one with the weakest knees.

……

Zhang Yuan walked forward with a knife in hand. The square in front of the main hall of the Chilong Temple was already in a mess.

Duanta held a long bronze stick, and every blow he made shattered a piece of column and brick.

The shadow of a war elephant floated behind him, and every strike was accompanied by a roaring thunder, making the besieging martial artists dare not get close.

The Xiantian realm practitioners who besieged Duan Tower all had a heavy aura on their bodies, and were obviously masters of the late Xiantian realm.

Duan Ta held them back alone, while He Jinquan on the other side had hands that shone with a faint golden iron color, and every palm and punch he struck caused a roar.

In front of He Jinquan, Zuo Qingfeng, who was dancing with his sword with a flick of his hand, looked solemn.

He Jinquan blocked the flying sword with a serious expression on his face.

Even though he was the number one person in the martial arts world of Zhengyang County, he was wary of the immortal ways.

This is a spiritual land, and Zuo Qingfeng's immortal methods can unleash unimaginable combat power.

A cultivator of the immortal way can face off against a powerful person with the combat power of a master. The battle is tense, which shows the added value of the immortal way's methods in this spiritual land.

Beside the two top powerhouses, there were several Xiantian realm masters from Yuanwu Sect and Longxiang Wuzong, who joined forces to fight against seven or eight Xiantian realm masters in the middle and late stages.

Zhang Yuan walked to the square in front of the main hall, and the scattered figures all turned their heads.

The square was separated from the mountain gate outside by a gateyard and a hall, and the people inside did not see the scene of Zhang Yuan killing five innate realm masters with one sword.

But they also saw the pillar of light of the Xiantian realm falling, and heard the shouts of "Those who bring chaos to the world will be punished" and "Those who kneel down will not be killed."

At this time in the fight on the square, the Qingxuan Taoist side no longer had much morale and fighting spirit.

"It's you."

Chen Qingcong, who was standing not far away, saw Zhang Yuan, shouted angrily, pointed the long sword in his hand forward, and strode towards him.

Although he was a Confucian and Taoist practitioner, he also had some martial arts skills and had practiced the way of immortality. In this spiritual land, the sword in his hand, with a flash of fire, stabbed straight at Zhang Yuan's chest.

In his opinion, Zhang Yuan was just an ordinary military officer, how could he dare to participate in such a scene?

He wanted to kill Zhang Yuan to show the strength of Qingxuan Taoism.

Only by regaining momentum can there be a glimmer of hope.

The few Xiantian realm cultivators who were cowering around watched Chen Qingcong kill Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan's expression remained unchanged and his pace remained the same.

When the sword in Chen Qingcong's hand was already two feet in front of his chest, Zhang Yuan quickened his pace and passed by Chen Qingcong in an instant.

The knife in his hand changed from being held sideways to being held horizontally, with the blade turned outwards.

The moment it passed by Chen Qingcong, the long sword's handle turned upside down and hit Chen Qingcong's waist and abdomen.

Chen Qingcong trembled all over and bent over in pain.

Zhang Yuan slightly moved the knife in his hand and pressed it against Chen Qingcong's neck.

Zhang Yuan quickened his pace.

The blade pressed against Chen Qingcong's neck and pushed forward.

The blade was sharp and cut Chen Qingcong's neck, drawing blood.

Several masters of the Xiantian realm noticed something was wrong and quickly stepped forward to rescue.

Zhang Yuan's knife is faster than anyone else's footsteps.

He pushed forward eight steps, pulled the blade horizontally, and blood spurted out from Chen Qingcong's neck.

Chen Qingcong stretched out his hand to cover the blood spurting from his neck, but he couldn't stop it. He could only struggle and fall to the ground.

Zhang Yuan has already arrived in front of Guo Tengyun, the elder of Qingxuan Taoism.

"List--"

Guo Tengyun let out a low cry, his eyes were red, and he pinched his hands together to draw a green rope to wrap around Zhang Yuan.

too slow.

This is Zhang Yuan’s evaluation of the immortal methods.

Just like Chen Qingcong's method, he dared to use it even though he was not proficient in it himself.

Zhang Yuan did not dodge or evade at all, with his long sword in hand, he was already in front of Guo Tengyun.

At this time, Guo Tengyun found that his magic was not as fast as Zhang Yuan's. His face turned pale, and the gestures in his hands changed, and his fingers twirled.

But his fingers were still moving, and Zhang Yuan's long knife had already pressed against his fingers and gently scratched them.

Four fingers fell.

"what--"

Guo Tengyun's wailing sounded.

Zhang Yuan passed Guo Tengyun and came face to face with a big man in a green martial arts robe.

"Dai Lan County, Feng Xun."

Zhang Yuan's voice was flat.

"A lone wanderer."

"In fact, he was a spy from the Wuying Hall of the Wei Kingdom. He participated in the assassination of Hu Weiren, the Sima of Dailan County, and the assassination of Guo Liang, the Tongzhi of Yuquan Prefecture."

Zhang Yuan pointed his long sword forward.

In front, the big man laughed loudly and came forward with a sword.

A green sword light flashed on the edge of his sword.

Sword light!

(End of this chapter)