Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 266 Now, he stands here, representing Daqin!
The memory scene reappeared, and the eldest brother Cheng Shouzheng became Zhang Yuan's appearance.

Every sword move exudes elegance and grace.

The beads of insight in Zhang Yuan's mind shattered one by one, and he mastered the sword art of the Qingxiao Sword Palace.

It turns out that practicing martial arts with images in memory is a hundred times faster than understanding and deducing by one's own perception.

This is clearly equivalent to standing on the shoulders of the sword master Cao Qingquan, absorbing all his sword insights, and then deducing them on your own.

Liu Yichen is indeed a sword genius.

Cheng Shouzheng is also a kendo genius.

In fact, Cao Qingquan is also a kendo genius.

Now, the sword-fighting insights of these three sword-fighting geniuses were revealed in front of Zhang Yuan and analyzed inch by inch.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan discovered that his understanding of the sword was no less than that of the three, and in fact, he was more insightful than them.

Perhaps this is because he is using the perspective of an observer and has the insight beads to deduce.

Cao Qingquan's memory once again stopped at the moment when Cheng Shouzheng fell off the cliff.

All the images froze and then faded away.

The reunited Cao Qingquan raised his head and looked at Zhang Yuan in front of him. His eyes changed from confusion to horror, and then to unbelievable madness.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible..."

With a wild roar, his soul condensed into a long sword and then exploded.

Zhang Yuan did not stop it, letting the exploding sword fly away and leave his mind.

"boom--"

In the lobby, all the swirling sword lights dissipated.

Cao Qingquan's face was pale and his eyes were fixed on Zhang Yuan in front of him.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible—"

There was madness in Cao Qingquan's eyes. He took a step forward and pointed his finger as a sword towards Zhang Yuan's neck.

The moment he pointed his finger, the entire lobby seemed to be imprisoned in an instant.

All the swords screamed and flew out, stabbing towards Zhang Yuan along with Cao Qingquan's fingers.

"Sword Twenty!"

Ouyang Shucai, who was sitting at the top, stood up suddenly.

The Qingxiao Sword House's signature sword technique, Cao Qingquan's unique skill that made him famous, Sword Twenty.

In fact, this attack involving the sword had already broken the rule of not using weapons set by Ouyang Shucai.

But in such a situation, no one present could stop it unless Ouyang Shucai took action to stop it.

The brilliant sword light gathered into a long dragon and pierced towards Zhang Yuan's throat.

Zhang Yuan stood where he was, looking at the finger that was drawing the sword, his expression unchanged, and he slowly raised his hand.

He also pointed with one finger.

Sword, twenty!

With the same finger, it pointed out like a sword.

The swords that were originally filled with excitement all vibrated and rang loudly as Zhang Yuan pointed his finger, and fell to the ground.

The two fingers collided, Cao Qingquan staggered, took three steps back, and fell to the ground.

In the lobby, the sound of falling swords could be heard "clinking".

Everyone stared at this scene blankly.

No one could have imagined that Cao Qingquan, who was ranked 23rd in Eastern Wei Swordsmanship, would be defeated with one blow after using his famous skills.

The most terrifying thing is that what repelled Cao Qingquan was his famous sword technique.

Twenty swords!
Ouyang Shucai, who was sitting at the top, had bright eyes.

Ouyang Xu looked at Zhang Yuan with a hint of admiration on his face.

Ouyang Ming opened his mouth, his face completely bewildered.

Zhou Jinzhong spread his hands and looked at Zhang Yuan in confusion.

Sun Jia frowned, with confusion in his eyes.

Zhu Xitang looked at Zhang Yuan with a complicated expression.

Xiao Lou smiled, and Han Xiao beside him breathed a sigh of relief, with a hint of emotion on his face.

The other envoys from various parties in the hall, including the powerful ones, all had different expressions.

"After all these years, you haven't been able to grasp the essence of Sword Twenty. It's really disappointing."

Zhang Yuan's voice sounded faintly.

Cao Qingquan slowly raised his head, his face turning from pale to red.

The face in front of him was someone deeply buried in his heart, someone he dared not think of.

This was something he had never dared to think about in his life, but was powerless to cover it up.

Sword Twenty was not created by him, but by the one in front of him.

Senior Brother, Cheng Shouzheng. "Kill—"

Cao Qingquan flew up, unsheathed the long sword in his hand, and the sword light was like a meteor, with a shrill scream, and instantly reached Zhang Yuan's neck.

Sword Twenty.

With a sword in hand, this sword is not only fast, but also sharp and agile, and there is murderous intent condensed in the sword.

The sword is a killing weapon.

"when--"

Zhang Yuan raised his hand and grasped Cao Qingquan's sword with two fingers.

The tip of the sword was only three inches away from his neck.

"After all these years, you haven't made any progress at all, and have only reached Sword Twenty."

Zhang Yuan stared into Cao Qingquan's eyes.

"The inheritance is in your hands, it's really wasted."

As Zhang Yuan's voice fell, he raised his hand, twisted his fingers, and Cao Qingquan's body flew up along with the sword.

Zhang Yuan let go of the sword and pointed out with one finger.

This finger was like a sword gesture, as if it led an invisible flying sword to pierce Cao Qingquan's shoulder.

"puff--"

Blood was pouring out of Cao Qingquan's shoulder.

"Sword Twenty-One."

Zhang Yuan's voice was cold.

Before Cao Qingquan fell, he swept his fingers across again, lightly flicking like a sword.

"when--"

The sword in Cao Qingquan's hand was cut off directly, and his body fell over and sat down in front of the stone steps in the lobby.

"Sword Twenty-Two."

Zhang Yuan slowly raised his fingers.

At this moment, there seemed to be murderous intent and sword energy raging in the lobby.

Cao Qingquan's face turned pale as he watched Zhang Yuan raise his finger.

"Brother, I, I was wrong, brother, I was wrong, brother, I was wrong..."

Cao Qingquan kowtowed repeatedly, his face turning into confusion and fear.

Zhang Yuan slowly retracted his fingers, shook his head, and said calmly, "Take whatever you want. He doesn't hate you."

Don't hate.

Zhang Yuan's words made Cao Qingquan tremble all over, and madness and sadness intertwined in his eyes.

His soul had been shattered by Zhang Yuan before, and now after suffering repeated injuries, his soul could no longer be stable and collapsed.

Zhang Yuan's words "no hatred" made his mind and soul constantly collide with the scenes of his training in the past and the current cultivation scenes.

obsolete.

crazy.

"Brother, don't hate me, brother, don't hate me..."

Cao Qingquan stood up with tears and laughter, waved his arms, and rushed out of the lobby.

In the lobby, everyone stared at the scene in shock.

Three people challenged Zhang Yuan, and two of them died instantly.

The other person didn't die, but this scene was clearly more terrifying than death.

Life is better than death.

A great swordsman, a powerful martial artist, became mad and stupid, which is worse than death.

Not only are Zhang Yuan's methods vicious, but the strength he displays is so overwhelming that it makes people despair.

Twenty-one of Swords.

Sword Twenty-Two.

Who can resist such an invisible sword?
Even Ouyang Shucai's gaze towards Zhang Yuan revealed a hint of solemnity and fear that was difficult to conceal.

"In the martial arts of the world, the Great Qin reigns supreme."

Zhang Yuan's eyes swept around, and everyone he saw lowered their heads.

After everyone fell silent, Zhang Yuan said calmly, "Who else wants to challenge the Great Qin?"

Just before taking action, Zhang Yuan said that he represented Daqin.

Now, he stands here, representing Daqin!
There was silence in the lobby.

Ten breaths later, Zhang Yuan's gaze fell on Zhou Jinzhong, the envoy of Qi State.

"Master Zhou, can Zhang take the sword?"

(End of this chapter)