Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 304: We Sword Cultivators Never Dare to Draw the Sword
In front of the Zhenxi Army, a ball of green flame enveloped the entire space within a radius of one hundred feet!

In the core of the flame, the golden-red flame enveloped King Zhao Ying Ji, Emperor Murong Zhao of Great Yan, as well as several nearby generals, soldiers, and the battle flags commanding the troops!
The war horses, battle flags, soldiers, and generals were reduced to ashes in just a moment.

King Zhao's body shattered into pieces in just a moment.

The soldiers and generals around, even those in the middle or late stage of the innate realm, could only hold out for two breaths in this light and flames, and even their bodies and armor were shattered into pieces.

"hold head high--"

In the flames, a dragon roared wildly, and Murong Zhao's body was covered with golden dragon scales.

There was a bloodshot look in his eyes.

A burst of demonic energy shot up into the sky, knocking the golden-red flames away.

This kind of fire that can burn the heaven and earth can't hurt Murong Zhao!

The golden-red flames did not seem to be entangled. After just a swirl, they gathered into a golden bead again, then flew straight up and rushed towards Bailiu Mountain.

"Yes, it's my brother's soul orb..." Princess Fengming burst into tears and spread her hands, wanting to welcome the return of the soul orb.

Soul bead.

It is said that it is made of extremely precious gems and can store the power of the soul for the purpose of rebirth.

Ordinary people naturally don't have such treasures.

But using this treasure is almost the same as dying on the spot. Even if the soul can be reborn, it is unknown how long it will take, and whether the person can still remember what happened before.

On Bailiu Mountain, Xiao Lou and the others looked at the flying soul bead with solemn expressions.

This is the king of the Qin Dynasty.

King Zhao's determination at the last moment demonstrated the bravery of the Qin people.

This bravery is inherited in the blood of the Qin people.

By the Bailiu River, the military energy and vitality of the Zhenxi Army had become extremely weak at this time.

King Zhao used his treasure to explode himself, and all the soldiers and generals within a hundred feet were destroyed. Even the Emperor Murong Zhao of Great Yan was buried, and his life or death was unknown.

In such a situation, how could any soldier still have the will to fight?

In the distance, the Dragon Elephant Master was gathering momentum and the overthrow of the army was imminent.

For a moment, the energy and blood of the 70,000 Zhenxi troops began to waver, and the army was about to collapse.

"I want you to be completely annihilated—"

Amidst the flames that had not yet dissipated, a roar was heard.

Murong Zhao's voice at this time did not sound like a human voice, but more like the roar of a dragon.

The surging demonic energy rose and surged, turning into long gray claws, grabbing towards the soul orb that was flying straight up into the sky.

The shadow of the dragon and python soaring into the sky caused the river water to rush up into the sky.

In the distance, Ying Chongxiao looked at the long claws grabbing the soul orb, his expression changed slightly, and he finally raised his hand.

More than half of the accumulated power of the Great Dao instantly turned into a torrent, condensed into a long sword, and flew out.

He had no choice but to save King Zhao's soul.

"Om-"

The long sword traveled ten miles in an instant, and in a flash, it hit the long green claw.

This sword was the result of the accumulated power of a Dragon Elephant Grandmaster. Even if Murong Zhao was extremely powerful, these illusory long claws could not block the sword light.

The long sword pierced Murong Zhao's long green claws, then spun around, wrapped the soul bead, and rushed away.

Murong Zhao no longer cared about the sword and soul bead, but the dragon python raised its head and looked at Ying Chongxiao who was flying in the air.

The accumulated power has been broken, and even if Ying Chongxiao gathers the power of the Great Dao again, it is not as magnificent as before.

The shadows of the dragon and elephant behind him faded a little, and they walked in the air. The sounds of wind and thunder became less intense.

"boom--"

The dragon elephant and the dragon python collided in mid-air.

King Linglan flew backwards, and the shadow of the dragon and elephant shattered.

The dragon python twisted its body, and the gathered river water collapsed, falling from the sky and causing a huge wave hundreds of feet high.

Murong Zhao laughed loudly, flew up and punched out.

The fist shadow turned into a dragon and charged towards Ying Chongxiao.

Ying Chongxiao moved slightly and raised his hand to emit a sword light.

The sword collided with the dragon, and its body was already beside Murong Zhao, and it pointed with a sword.

"when--"

Murong Zhao raised his hand, and the golden dragon scales on his arm blocked Ying Chongxiao's sword.

The longsword thrust forward, but Murong Zhao stood in mid-air, raising his hand to block. The sound of metal clashing resounded, shaking the river below and causing the fish in it to surge.

The soldiers below and Princess Fengming and others on Bailiu Mountain in the distance saw that Murong Zhao had a deeper cultivation level and was protected by the skills of the demon clan, making him even more powerful. However, Ying Chongxiao's swordsmanship and martial arts skills were obviously more agile and free and easy.

The outcome is hard to decide.

The two Dragon Elephant Realm masters collided in mid-air, and every blow caused the clouds in the sky to shatter.

"Bam—"

Murong Zhao threw a punch, and the shadow of a dragon soared into the sky.

Ying Chongxiao turned his body upside down and stabbed the long sword into the air.

Murong Zhao let out a long shout and looked at the long sword piercing his chest without dodging or avoiding.

"when--"

The long sword pierced Murong Zhao's chest, but could not move forward an inch!

Murong Zhao looked at Ying Chongxiao in front of him, his eyes bloodshot.

"King Linglan, is this all you have?"

Murong Zhao's voice echoed in the air.

All the soldiers looked up, with a hint of reverence in their eyes.

It is rumored that if one’s cultivation reaches an extremely high level, one can become invulnerable to swords and guns.

Ordinary soldiers have limited knowledge, and to be able to reach this level, they feel like the strongest masters in the world.

At this time, Murong Zhao showed his invincible skills, and in the eyes of the soldiers below, he was the invincible god of war.

"Dayan is invincible!"

Below, a general clenched his fist and shouted.

"Dayan is invincible——"

The shouts of the soldiers gradually changed from noisy to orderly and loud.

The originally loose fighting spirit and the dissipated blood, energy and evil spirit also slowly condensed.

Ying Chongxiao had a serious expression on his face.

He knew that if Murong Zhao took his sword attack head-on, he would definitely not be unharmed.

But he knew that Murong Zhao's method of blocking the sword had rekindled the fighting spirit of the Zhenxi Army, and it was impossible for him to win again.

"You still have a chance to strike with one sword."

Murong Zhao looked at Ying Chongxiao with a smile on his face.

"Come on, don't you have the courage to stab me again?"

"Grandmaster Dragon Elephant, nothing more than that—"

Murong Zhao's voice echoed.

The soldiers below were gathering their fighting spirit.

If Ying Chongxiao left now, he could escape.

But if he left now, he would never be able to raise his head in front of Murong Zhao for the rest of his life.

If he left at this moment, the rumor that the Great Qin Dragon Elephant Grandmaster dared not draw a single sword in front of Northern Yan Emperor Murong Zhao would surely spread throughout the world.

But if he didn't leave, he would never be able to escape after the sword was thrust out.

Murong Zhao, who has gathered the fighting spirit and blood of the army, will definitely keep him.

The long sword in his hand vibrated with a humming sound, and the evil spirit and sword intent in Ying Chongxiao's body gathered together, turning into a long sword that supported the sky.

"We Qin people have never been afraid of war."

"There is nothing that we sword cultivators dare not draw our swords."

Ying Chongxiao's voice sounded, and his body and the sword slowly merged.

Murong Zhao had a solemn expression on his face, his blood and energy drawing the power of the military formation below, and demonic energy swirled around him.

If he catches this sword, he will win.

He killed the dragon elephant, defeated the master, and swept across the northern border. Even if the Northern Army was completely defeated, he, Murong Zhao, and his Great Yan would be undefeated.

"The Great Qin Red Scale Army has defeated the Northern Ju Army and beheaded Duke Yu, Murong Tong. Murong Tong's head is here—"

In the distance, a long shout was heard.

A column of Grandmaster smoke shot up into the sky.

One way, two ways, three ways, four ways...

(End of this chapter)