Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 277: The soul is the blade, picking leaves and flying flowers, the dragon and elephant in the palm!

The sword emerged like a fire dragon emerging from its cave, instantly surrounded by flames.

The sword tip reached Yu Kuizhen. Yu Kuizhen, who was standing in the original place, had golden light in his eyes and a smile on his face.

"Good swordsmanship."

The voice was majestic and powerful, and it was not Yu Kuizhen's voice at all.

As the voice rang out, Yu Kuizhen raised his hand, golden light appeared on his fingertips, and he pointed a finger at the sword that Du Chongjiu had thrust out.

"when--"

The flame on the long sword in Du Chongjiu's hand was extinguished instantly, and the sword tip seemed to be wrapped in ice.

When Yu Kuizhen pointed his finger, he had already taken a step forward, his body like green smoke, and reached out to grab Du Chongjiu's neck.

The movement is stretched, fast, and moves like the wind.

"Buzz--" Du Chongjiu unsheathed the dagger in his left hand and blocked it in front of Yu Kuizhen's palm.

"Snapped--"

Yu Kuizhen's palm, which had originally been stretched out, slapped down and hit the spine of Du Chongjiu's Hanguang Sword.

Du Chongjiu retreated, his face turned from red to pale, swords flashed in his hands, and he swung out two sword energies in succession.

Yu Kuizhen shattered the sword energy with a snap of his fingers, and with his hands like lotus, he gently pinched them, and a sharp blade whirled from his fingertips and chased after Du Chongjiu.

"The soul is the blade, picking leaves and flying flowers, with a dragon and an elephant in the palm!" Du Chongjiu twisted his swords, the light on the sword edge collided with the flying blade, and he stepped back.

The power of dragon and elephant, the soul as the blade, Du Chongjiu's loud shout let everyone know that the one who controlled Yu Kuizhen was the Northern Yan Emperor Murong Zhao.

Only such a strong person can have the power of dragon and elephant at his fingertips.

Zhang Yuan stood there, looking at the spinning sharp blade.

The power of the dragon and elephant is not simply a force of five million kilograms.

The combat power of a Grandmaster is never measured by pure strength.

The sharp blade seems invisible, but it is indestructible. It is made of the most condensed spiritual power.

Only the Dragon Elephant Grandmaster can possess this level of spiritual power.

After retreating nine steps in a row, Du Chongjiu gathered the invisible power of the avenue to the extreme, raised his hand and pointed out with a sword.

"when--"

The spinning blade was directly shattered by the sword.

Du Chongjiu held his swords horizontally and pointed his finger, his fighting spirit surging. He moved his body, took a step forward, and stabbed the sword towards Yu Kuizhen.

"Yes, Master of the Sword Way."

A majestic voice came from Yu Kuizhen's mouth, and the golden light in his eyes had reached its peak, like stars.

His body was also trembling, and he seemed unable to hold on, with blood dripping from all seven orifices.

Seeing Yu Kuizhen's expression at this moment, Zhang Yuan felt something in his heart and took a step forward.

At this moment, Yu Kuizhen, who had originally only paid attention to Du Chongjiu's eyes, turned to Zhang Yuan.

"what……"

Golden light burst out from Yu Kuizhen's eyes and enveloped Zhang Yuan.

Du Chongjiu pressed the tip of his sword against Yu Kuizhen's neck. Seeing Yu Kuizhen's empty eyes, he turned to look at Zhang Yuan with a serious expression and shouted, "Be careful of the erosion of your soul!"

But at this time, the golden light had already enveloped Zhang Yuan.

Without the golden light gathering in his eyes, Yu Kuizhen's body softened and he fell to the ground.

Zhang Yuan stood in place, the golden light and the power of blood and true essence outside his body vibrated and turned into a protective evil spirit, covering three feet outside his body, making it impossible for outsiders to detect the situation.

"How is he?" King Zhao spoke in a low voice, holding a foot-long copper mace in his hand and looking at Zhang Yuan who was shrouded in a murderous aura.

On the side, Xiao Lou and others also looked at Zhang Yuan, who was shrouded in the evil light, with serious expressions.

"I don't know." Du Chongjiu clenched his swords tightly, and sword light floated on his body.

"Murong Zhao entrusted me with the power of his spirit to kill the strongest among us."

"If this spiritual power had attacked me just now," Du Chongjiu shook his head, fear in his eyes, "I'm afraid I couldn't withstand it."

Du Chongjiu didn't dare to say that he could deal with the spiritual power of the Dragon Elephant Realm Grandmaster.

Looking at the evil light flowing outside Zhang Yuan at this time, Du Chongjiu felt a little confused.

Murong Zhao's method could not last long. He could only kill one person at most by relying on Yu Kuizhen. However, he originally wanted to kill Du Chongjiu, but now he wanted to kill Zhang Yuan instead.

Is it because Zhang Yuan has more potential, or is it because Zhang Yuan is stronger than him?
"Then what should we do now?" Xiao Lou also held a dagger in his hand and asked in a low voice.

"Wait." Du Chongjiu held his swords sideways and answered in a deep voice.

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Ink painting scroll, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Murong Zhao, wearing a golden robe and a golden crown, stood with his hands behind his back, watching the scroll flowing in front of him, stepping on the long river of ink and washing, and moving forward step by step.

"The mountains and hills gather together, the blue waves stretch for thousands of miles, what a beautiful picture of Confucianism and Taoism."

With a whisper, Murong Zhao looked at the ink-and-wash mountains in front of him, with a gleam in his eyes.

"To cultivate both Confucianism and martial arts and achieve the Great Dao is a rare achievement."

"After all, it is the Qin Dynasty where the essence of humanity is concentrated, and only such a person can be born."

His words were calm.

Zhang Yuan, his hand on the hilt of the knife, stepped out from between the ink and water.

"Zhang Yuan, a lieutenant of the Wuwei Yamen of Luyang Prefecture, Great Qin, greets the Marquis of Yanbei."

Zhang Yuan spoke loudly.

"Marquis Yanbei..." Murong Zhao chuckled and shook his head, his eyes falling on Zhang Yuan.

"You are very confident, so you took the blame for the sword master."

"You think that cultivating both Confucianism and martial arts can stop me?"

"You, the ignorant are fearless..."

As the voice fell, Murong Zhao's eyes showed ferocity. He took a step forward, and tore apart the ink-and-wash mountains and rivers in front of him with both hands. He stood opposite Zhang Yuan in the void and stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Yuan's chest.

Zhang Yuan did not hesitate, drew his sword and swung it up into the wind.

"when--"

Murong Zhao's palm pressed against Zhang Yuan's blade.

Zhang Yuan changed the long sword from a slash to a drag, and took a step forward to the right. The blade brushed against Murong Zhao's palm, bringing up a faint golden light, and then wiped towards Murong Zhao's neck.

Murong Zhao's eyes flashed with surprise, his palm turned into a fist, and he retracted his arm and stood in front of him.

"Thorn-"

The long knife cut through Murong Zhao's sleeve, revealing the dragon scales inside.

The blade collided with the dragon scales, and golden light splashed everywhere.

"Good swordsmanship, in line with your mind and intention, integrated into one." Murong Zhao shouted, pressed his arms forward, elbowed Zhang Yuan in the chest and abdomen, and stepped out with his right foot, kicking towards Zhang Yuan's lower back.

Zhang Yuan didn't care at all, he just turned to the left, and put the long sword across his waist, drawing an arc of light.

"when--"

Murong Zhao's elbow missed and his right foot kicked Zhang Yuan's blade, his body paused slightly.

Zhang Yuan didn't move at all!

"The power of a dragon?" There was a hint of solemnity in Murong Zhao's eyes.

Outside Zhang Yuan, a golden dragon slowly emerged.

"Yanbei Hou, the Dragon Elephant Lord, has also mastered the Azure Dragon Demonic Arts, and his strength is unrivaled in the world."

Zhang Yuan held the knife in his hand at an angle, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

"If the Marquis of Yanbei were to come face to face, Zhang would have absolutely no chance of fighting."

"But Marquis Yanbei used a soul clone to invade Zhang's sea of ​​consciousness. In this place, Zhang is the master."

"Today, the guest will follow the host's wishes."

As Zhang Yuan's voice fell, golden light exploded outside his body, and black mountains and rivers surged as he slashed down with his long sword.

This is his sea of ​​consciousness, where the mountains and rivers represent his great Dao. Now that he has the great Dao with him, what can even the Dragon Elephant Grandmaster do to him?

The sword light was like a dragon, moving with a long roar, flying through the sky and piercing through the mountains and rivers.

The sword technique makes the mountains and rivers move.

(End of this chapter)