Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 305: Grandmasters Fight, Murong Zhao
The commander of the Black Ice Platform in Zhengyang County, the master-level Black Tiger Zhang Qingyang.

A master of the Qin martial arts world, a grandmaster of swordsmanship, Du Chongjiu, a dragon and snake rising from the land.

The Qingyun Sword Sect of the Great Qin Dynasty, the unrivaled Qingyun, the Grandmaster is Li Tingyun.

Number eighty-three on the Grandmaster List is Lin Yutang, the Iron-Blooded Spear.

Four Grandmasters.

Behind them were half-step masters who had gathered the power of masters and also caused the columns of qi, blood and light to rise.

Zhengyang County's martial arts masters Duan Ta, He Jinquan, and the Red Scale Army's spearmanship chief instructor Du Ling...

The number of grandmasters is not the key.

The most important thing is what Zhang Yuan shouted.

The Northern Yan army was defeated and Duke Yu Murong Tong was killed in the battle.

The Zhenxi Army came to the northern border because the Jubei Army was in the northern border.

If the Zhenxi Army did not reject the Northern Army and gave up its base in the western border, wouldn't it be courting death if it came here?
"The Jubei Army was defeated?"

"How could the Jubei Army be defeated?"

The soldiers of the Zhenxi Army all looked confused.

But some generals reacted at this time.

Why does Your Majesty want to lead the Dragon Elephant Realm to fight here?
Your Majesty knows that the Jubei Army has been defeated and cannot be lured into a battle with Longxiang. This time, the Zhenxi Army will achieve nothing if it enters the northern border!
Looking at it now, His Majesty Murong Zhao seems to have no other abilities except that his cultivation is stronger than that of the Marquis of Zhenxi.

This time, he was fooled by the Qin Dynasty.

"That's Zhang Yuan..."

On Bailiu Mountain, Xiao Lou whispered softly.

He is a high-ranking official from the imperial city, holding a high position and great power.

Behind him is the Privy Councilor and the Ministry of Personnel.

He was a civil servant who had passed the imperial examinations and was a man of noble character.

In his eyes, except for the geniuses in the imperial city, everyone else is not worth his attention.

But before he knew it, the combat capability and strategy displayed by Zhang Yuan, the captain of the Wuwei Yamen and the commander of the black armor, surprised him again and again.

"The Jubei Army, they crossed the Ling River and broke into the Jubei Army camp!" Li Duanfang clenched his fists and his body trembled.

Ten thousand cavalrymen crossed a thousand miles of land and defeated an army of one hundred thousand!

The danger in the north will come without a fight!
"No wonder Murong Zhao wants to force King Linglan to fight, because all of Beiyan's plans have become unsuccessful..." Princess Fengming whispered softly with a complicated expression.

If, if Zhang Yuan and the others had arrived a few minutes earlier, wouldn't my brother have needed...

impossible.

King Zhao was captured, but given his brother's character, he would never be threatened.

In fact, when King Zhao Ying Ji was defeated by the Zhenxi Army, he probably already knew the outcome.

"Om-"

On the Bailiu River, King Linglan laughed loudly and thrust out his sword.

The sword light drew the water from the long river behind him, transforming into a thousand-foot-long water dragon, and charged towards Murong Zhao.

Before, Ying Chongxiao would die if he drew his sword, but now it is not certain!

Zhang Yuan and his men attacked and killed the Jubei Army and returned. The Zhenxi Army no longer had the will to fight. In this situation, it was the right time to surround and kill Murong Zhao!
Murong Zhao's face turned ashen, and the demonic energy condensed on his hands, turning into a green ball of light.

He stretched out his hand and a ball of light shot out.

The three parts return to the origin, and all things return to their roots.

This is the gathering of the power of the Great Dao, a method only available above the dragon and elephant level.

Above the dragon and elephant, the avenue is profound and profound, with profound power!
Although it was only a trace of Guiyuan Dongxuan power, the ball of light clearly exuded an extremely mysterious power. With one spin, it froze the water dragon that Ying Chongxiao had drawn out with his sword.

"boom--"

The water dragon exploded, and billions of water vapors turned into clouds.

The area within a radius of thousands of feet was filled with water vapor.

Ying Chongxiao held a sword and rushed into the water vapor and clouds like a meteor.

In the distance, several figures soared into the air.

Zhang Yuan.

Du Chongjiu.

Li Tingyun.

Lin Yutang.

Anyone below the Grandmaster level, even a half-step Grandmaster, is not qualified to participate in this kind of battle!

In the distance, the war cavalry were galloping, 30,000 red-scaled war cavalry were running fast, and there was smoke and dust in the distance, which clearly showed that there was another large army.

In front, Duan Ta, holding a spear with a human head on the tip, was galloping with the large group of cavalry.

On the river bank, even the 70,000 veteran soldiers of the Zhenxi Army began to panic.

When facing a battle, the most important thing is confidence.

Once the confidence to win is lost, even the strongest army will collapse.

“Boom—” In the air, the clouds collided and exploded, the clouds were surging, and the demonic energy and sword light flashed.

The nearly invincible Emperor Murong Zhao of Great Yan no longer seemed so invincible at this time.

No one knows what the battle situation is like in the clouds.

"hold head high--"

With a long roar from a dragon, demonic energy surged in the air, and Murong Zhao, covered with dragon scales, retreated from the clouds.

"Gather——"

Murong Zhao let out a long shout, and the weak energy and blood of the Zhenxi Army below combined and transformed into the shadows of a dragon and elephant behind him.

With a punch, Yun Tao was pushed away, and Ying Chongxiao, who was holding a long sword, was knocked back.

Du Chongjiu held two swords in his hands, and his figure flashed like a flying swallow. He came to Murong Zhao's left side and stabbed with both swords.

Murong Zhao did not dodge or evade, but just placed his left hand across his side.

"when--"

The two swords were like one sword, piercing Murong Zhao's arm.

Murong Zhao's body did not move, Du Chongjiu's face turned pale and his body flew backwards.

"call--"

Lin Yutang flew into the air with his spear in hand. The spear stirred up the clouds and turned into a hundred-foot-long dragon, charging head-on at Murong Zhao.

Murong Zhao snorted coldly, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the dragon's head with his green dragon claws.

"Bam—"

The cloud dragon shattered, and Lin Yutang's spear could no longer move forward. His body stopped and his face turned red.

"kill--"

With a faint whisper, Li Tingyun came with a sword in hand, and the sword slashed across Murong Zhao's chest and abdomen.

"Thorn-"

The long sword brought out a string of golden flames, but Murong Zhao remained motionless and was unharmed!
The three masters attacked but couldn't hurt Murong Zhao at all!

"A swarm of ants."

Murong Zhao let out a long shout and raised his hand to punch Li Tingyun.

Li Tingyun wanted to retreat, but he felt that the world around him was imprisoned.

He had no choice but to thrust his sword forward and slash horizontally.

"when--"

The long sword shattered, Li Tingyun's body trembled, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he continued to retreat backwards.

The Vajra Grandmaster was no match for the force of a single blow!
Murong Zhao stood in the void with a non-existent posture.

Below, the blood and energy of the already collapsed military formation slowly condensed.

As the power of the military formation gathered, the energy and blood power bestowed on Murong Zhao made the dragon and elephant power behind him even more powerful.

"Om-"

The clouds and mist shook, and Ying Chongxiao thrust out a sword. The sword tip was bright, and the green sword light touched Murong Zhao's throat.

Murong Zhao's eyes were red, and demonic energy was floating around his body. He clenched his fists and punched out, hitting the sword.

"when--"

Ying Chongxiao's face turned red and he stepped back.

Murong Zhao raised his hand and was about to grab Lin Yutang who was not far away, but suddenly turned his head.

Zhang Yuan, wearing black armor and with his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, suddenly stood in mid-air.

"Om-"

Zhang Yuan held the hilt of the knife with one hand and the bronze mace with the other.

The bronze mace vibrated, and spiritual light flowed on it, constantly ringing.

Zhang Yuan took a step forward and smashed the bronze mace in his right hand down on Murong Zhao's head.

Murong Zhao raised his hands to block in front of him.

"Snapped--"

The bronze mace hit Murong Zhao's arm, and the dragon scales on his arm shattered!

"Kanglong Mace!"

Murong Zhao let out a low cry.

Zhang Yuan smashed down the copper mace in his right hand, and instantly drew his sword with his left hand, and the blade slashed with him.

Before Murong Zhao could retract his arm, Zhang Yuan's blade had already slashed down.

"Thorn-"

The blade slashed across the dragon scale-broken arm, and blood spilled!

The invincible Dragon Elephant Master, Emperor Murong Zhao of Great Yan, was injured by a single sword strike!

(End of this chapter)