Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 329: One strike, three thousand armors!
The wind is howling.

The horse is neighing.

The sound of the galloping horses seemed to shatter the mountains and rivers.

Swift as the wind, aggressive as fire.

When the two thousand cavalrymen followed Zhang Yuan and changed direction, charging towards the army of fifty thousand monks, the momentum of the avenue that covered dozens of miles poured down directly.

The black Qiongqi giant beast spread its wings and crashed through the evil spirit and blood barrier of the army formation in front of it, smashing the body of the monk soldier blocking the front.

The Qiongqi war beast charged straight up to a distance of a thousand feet, killing at least three thousand soldiers before slowly dispersing.

One strike, three thousand armors!
The power of the world's masters and the great Dao are poured in, so terrifying!
"kill--"

Zhang Yuan held the long sword horizontally, pressed the neck of the warrior with one hand, and let out a slight cry, then rushed into the battle formation of the monks.

Behind him, whether it was Cao Xuan or Wang Xinglei, their eyes behind their masks revealed irrepressible fighting spirit and excitement.

carefree.

carefree.

carefree!

Thousands of riders are as fast as the wind, traversing the sky and the earth; the army in front of them is like stepping on ants!
"kill--"

Two thousand war horses roared, and the sound reached the sky.

At Gulin Temple, over a hundred miles away, everyone turned and looked towards the battlefield.

The sky was filled with blood at this moment, and the pillar of light rising into the sky was surging and turbulent, as if it was going to permeate the entire world.

"Over there, the killing is going crazy..."

Ding Yuan stood on the top of the city wall, clasped his hands together, and whispered softly.

Only after clearing all hells can one become a Buddha.

He knew that his master was practicing by killing.

"Over there, those are soldiers from the Great Qin."

On the top of the city wall, the miners had complicated expressions and spoke softly.

In order to protect them, the Qin soldiers went out of the city to stop the enemy.

I don’t know how many people the Qin soldiers fought with, but the blood-red sky shows how fierce the battle was.

"How can I say that I have no clothes, but I share the same robe with you..."

On the top of the city wall, someone was humming softly.

"How can I say that I have no clothes, but I share the same robe with you..."

Throughout the entire Gulin Temple, the vast war song of the Great Qin Dynasty rang out.

Zhang Yuan, who was on the battlefield a hundred miles away, had a gleam in his eyes.

He could feel the power of the Great Dao pouring into the void, which became at least 10% stronger in an instant.

This is merit and prestige.

So many masters are willing to join the court, live in the martial arts world, and hang out in the market, isn't it just for this merit and prestige?
This is the power of the Tao!

"drink--"

The long sword slashed horizontally, and the three-meter sword light shattered the monks blocking the way in front. Zhang Yuan rode his horse and smashed the three large shields. The horse's hoof stepped on the head of a monk who was in the half-step innate realm, crushing his head.

Behind, the triangular battle formation followed closely, and the originally shattered martial spirit beast slowly condensed again.

Fifty thousand monk soldiers, but no one to command them.

How could Zhang Yuan not seize such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, even if it was only for a moment?
An army without a commander can only be slaughtered.

The cavalry galloped and roared forward, tearing the huge army formation apart.

Those leading generals could not wait for the flag signal from the main formation and began to slowly change their formation.

But the speed at which they changed their formation was no match for Zhang Yuan's speed in leading the charge.

Two thousand black cavalrymen cut a bloody path and directly tore open the formation of the 50,000-strong army, breaking it in two from the middle.

Break the formation!

Two thousand cavalry broke out of the formation!

Everyone let out a long cry, their blood, energy and murderous aura surged and seemed endless.

The Qin people are brave and never regret a hundred battles. Killing through the army formation is the most glorious thing for an armored soldier!

Zhang Yuan led the black cavalry to break through the military formation and then opened up an arc.

"wind--"

"wind--"

"wind--"

Following the shout, the crossbow hidden next to the warhorse's saddle was raised again.

"defense--"

"Watch out for their arrows!"

"That arrow can't stop—"

Panicked shouts were heard from the army.

The army formation, already in disarray due to being torn in two, fell into disarray again.

Many monks began to retreat. As the monks retreated, the soldiers behind them squeezed them, causing the formation to become increasingly chaotic, on the verge of collapse.

Those generals who were trying their best to hold the battle formation together could only watch the crossbow arrows flying towards them.

Their crossbows could shoot arrows three hundred steps away, but the arrows falling from the sky were thrown from two thousand steps away!

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

Arrows, once again piercing the soil with burning blood.

The soldiers holding large shields fell to the ground, and the blood from the wounds on their bodies spurted out without being able to stop.

The rain of arrows overhead had just stopped when the cavalry charged again like thunder.

Shining long sword, black warhorse.

"retreat--"

"escape--"

All fighting spirit collapsed at this moment.

After holding on for a long time, the 50,000-strong army was finally unable to hold on after its formation was broken and it was attacked by a rain of arrows. The soldiers were finally unable to hold on and the army was in disarray.

The monk soldiers threw away their weapons and ran into the mountains.

Zhang Yuan's eyes behind the visor were as deep as the abyss. He held the long sword horizontally in his hand, and the blade brushed past bodies, reaping lives one after another.

At this moment, both he and the black knights behind him turned into ruthless machines that harvested lives and killed the monks they caught up with.

Wherever there were gatherings of monks, their warhorses would rush there.

The war horses trampled the ground, and blood flowed into the mud, making it a bright red mess.

Stained with mud and blood, both the cavalry and the soldiers were covered in crimson.

In front, Zhang Yuan raised his hand, and his open palm turned into a fist.

The galloping war horses slowly stopped and gathered into a square formation.

In the distance, a large army was approaching with smoke and dust drifting towards them.

That was definitely a military formation of no less than 50,000 monks.

Cao Xuan and others were breathing heavily, their eyes fixed on Zhang Yuan in front of them.

Even though the Black Cavalry was invincible and its soldiers were brave and skilled in fighting, they no longer had the strength to fight.

Two thousand broke through fifty thousand, they have tried their best.

Zhang Yuan looked ahead quietly and said calmly, "Clean up the battlefield and take away the weapons, armor, and horses."

"promise!"

All the black cavalry soldiers behind him shouted, then dismounted, collected the weapons on the ground, stripped off their clothes and armor, and gathered all the scattered war horses.

Zhang Yuan stood on the hill, quietly watching the smoke and dust from the military formation slowly stop in the distance.

The 50,000-strong Maple Leaf Temple army was defeated, and he didn't believe that anyone would dare to come!

He was watching from the hilltop, and the army stopped dozens of miles away.

In the distance, a team of cavalry galloped and stopped several miles away.

Zhang Yuan pressed the hilt of the knife with his hand, and the great power of the Grandmaster level condensed in his body, slowly transforming into the shadow of a dragon soaring into the sky.

"Om-"

The vast void shook slightly.

Grandmaster.

The team of cavalry retreated in panic.

Zhang Yuan did not make a move, but instead concentrated his energy into his Dantian and shouted, "You Liangyuanyu Temple people, listen up—"

"Prajna Monastery enslaved the Qin people. The Qin army of one million is coming to attack the Prajna Monastery. Anyone who dares to help the Prajna Monastery will be killed!"

Kill it all!
The sound of wind and thunder echoed in the sky.

In the distance where the army formation was stationed, the Qi and blood became noticeably scattered.

Zhang Yuan didn't care how the other party would respond, he just rode his warhorse and moved forward slowly.

Behind him, the cavalry and soldiers in armor gathered together and mounted their horses.

The bodies of those Black Cavalry soldiers who died in the battle were tied to their own horses, and other soldiers around them led the horses and walked slowly.

"How can I say that I have no clothes, but I share the same robe with you..."

The vast war song slowly fades away.

Dozens of miles away, among the monk soldiers, a monk wearing black armor looked solemn as he watched the black cavalry leave.

"A million Qin troops, masters of strength, the Great Qin, are you really going to annihilate my Liangyuan Territory?..."

It doesn't matter whether there are millions of troops or not.

All parties in Liangyuan Territory have received news that a large army is gathering at the border of Daqin.

For Liang Yuanyu, what they feared was not how many troops Daqin would gather, but whether Daqin would actually use its troops against Liang Yuanyu.

If the Qin army were to march forward, who would dare to stop it?
"Master Buddha, if Daqin really——"

Behind the black-armored monk, an old man in a green robe lowered his voice and whispered, "I know Mr. Yao. If necessary, I can introduce him to you."

(End of this chapter)