Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 401: Zhang Juzheng of Bailu Academy, killed twelve sword demons and three hundred sword armors here

Xun Lin's knuckles turned white from excessive force when he gripped the sword.

The master of swordsmanship in Qingtian Continent is Qingyun Immortal Sect, and the swordsmanship of Haoran Academy has always been inferior to that of Qingyun Immortal Sect.

He had personally heard Meng Haoran sigh that the sword had reached the blue sky.

When his eyes fell on Zhang Yuan, Xun Lin's expression changed.

Can Zhang Yuan, who defeated him with three swords, withstand these three hundred sword armors and twelve sword demons?

Three hundred sword-armored warriors took a step forward, and the long swords in their hands stabbed forward in unison.

"call out--"

Ten feet away, a sword light was already striking Zhang Yuan in the chest.

This is the sword formation!

The sword formation of Qingyun Immortal Sect!
The sword light was like a rainbow piercing the sun, with a sharp scream that pierced the air.

This sword can really kill dragons and elephants!

When the sword light reached his chest, Zhang Yuan raised his hand and pointed his finger out.

"when--"

The sound of swords clashing rang out, clear and melodious.

Using your fingers as swords, you can block the power of one sword condensed from three hundred sword armors!
More than just blocking!

The sword light that was stabbing three meters away was shattered by Zhang Yuan's finger, and the long sword in the hands of the Three Hundred Sword Armors bent instantly!

This is because the power of Zhang Yuan's finger is too strong, so strong that even the power of their sword formation cannot bear it!

"boom--"

Within a radius of a hundred feet, rocks flew into the air, and the scattered sword energy shattered the surrounding rocks and trees.

The sword light slowly flowed above Zhang Yuan's fingers.

Xun Lin's pupils shrank slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

He had seen this finger before.

If it weren't for the fact that his sword was also a good treasure, the sword would have shattered with just this one finger.

Zhang Yuan lowered his arm, his face calm.

The Nine Sky Formless Sword Technique is indeed extraordinary. The first move transformed by the finger is called Dragon Rising from the Abyss. It is to gather strength into a sword and condense the power of a dragon into the sword move.

With the support of Zhang Yuan's own Qi and blood, this sword has more than the power of a dragon. He condenses the sword into one finger. Even three hundred sword armors cannot block this sword.

Zhang Yuan pushed back three hundred sword armors with one finger, and the twelve sword demons flew into the air, their long swords unsheathed at the same time.

What is the Sword Demon?

Crazy about kendo.

Twelve long swords thrust out at the same time, and the sword light turned into twelve black dragons, exuding a demonic aura.

The demonic energy and sword energy combined, instantly covering a ten-mile field, as if the heaven and earth were collapsing.

"The Sword Demon of Qingyun Sword Sect!"

"Just now it was the Sword Armor and Sword Formation, and now it's the Sword Demon blocking the way. Does the Qingyun Immortal Sect really want to keep Zhang Juzheng out of the Qingyun Immortal Sect?"

In the distant mountains and fields, many practitioners who were watching quietly were exclaiming and whispering.

The power of this sword demon is really terrifying.

"Haha, the Qingyun Immortal Sect has always acted in a domineering manner. Could it be that today is the only day like this?" An old man standing on the treetop, wearing a green Taoist robe, shook his head and chuckled.

"He is the leader of the immortal ways in Qingtian Continent. His reputation was earned through killing, not through treating people to a meal."

In this world of cultivation, the strong are respected.

Weak, who can remember?

Twelve magic dragon sword lights flew towards him. Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes and stepped forward with his left foot.

"boom--"

The bluestones on the mountain were crushed to pieces, turning into flying stones all over the sky.

Zhang Yuan lowered his fingers and paused, and the rubble within a radius of ten feet instantly floated in the air. As he twisted his wrist, it turned into a bluestone sword a hundred feet long!
The Nine Skies have no form and move as the heart desires.

Zhang Yuan had no sword in his hand at this time, but he became more aware of the mystery of swordsmanship.

The long sword that spanned the sky made the twelve sword demons look solemn.

The broken stones turned into swords, and the swords became moving clouds. This was clearly a great swordsman with overwhelming sword intent!

"Who wielded that sword?"

"Is this Xun Lin from Haoran Academy?"

"Could it be that Zhang Juzheng also studies the way of the sword?"

The cultivators in the distance had their vision blocked by the evil cloud, and their faces showed confusion.

Those powerful warriors with high cultivation levels, whose spiritual power could penetrate the magic cloud, were all shocked at this moment.

"This sword is truly condensed by Zhang Juzheng..."

Zhang Yuan slowly raised his arm.

The seemingly ordinary action now seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds. He lunged forward with a bow step and pointed out with one finger!
"boom--"

The stone-shattering swords shot out from the air, unstoppable, crushing the twelve demonic dragons in front of them like a whirlwind. The twelve sword demons were sent flying backwards, and the three hundred sword-armored warriors behind them, having recovered their composure, thrust their swords forward, their sword light condensing into chains that held the twelve sword demons in check.

"Sword array..."

Looking at the cooperation between Sword Armor and Sword Demon, and the overlapping and flowing power of sword light, Zhang Yuan whispered softly.

It’s not that Zhang Yuan hasn’t seen battle formations before; he himself is extremely proficient in battle formations.

But he had rarely seen such a strange method as the Immortal Sword Formation.

This sword formation is interesting.

Curiosity flashed in his eyes, and a bead of insight shattered in his mind.

Zhang Yuan took another step forward, and used his finger as a sword, sweeping across.

This finger is the second move of the Nine Sky Formless Sword, which can cut through mountains.

This move emphasizes the power to penetrate thousands of mountains and to suppress a single force.

"boom--"

The ground within a radius of a hundred feet suddenly sank three feet!

This hundred-foot space was filled with sword light, and illusory sword-like mountains were hanging upside down!

"Bam—"

The armor on the body of the Three Hundred Sword Armors suddenly shattered, and the long sword in his hand turned into fragments.

Their bodies didn't last a breath before their bones and tendons shattered and their internal organs turned into bloody mud.

Three hundred rays of innate falling light rose up.

The twelve sword demons lasted just a breath longer than the three hundred sword armors before their bodies shattered beneath the inverted mountain.

The rising demonic energy intertwined with the sword light, transforming into a column of light like clouds in the sky.

"Perhaps, for them, this is a relief..."

Xun Lin's expression was complicated and he spoke softly.

The sword has been possessed by the devil, and in this life he is nothing more than a slave to the sword, having lost the original purpose of practicing.

What is the point of such practice?
"Brother Zhang, why are you killing so many people?" Xun Lin looked at Zhang Yuan and spoke in a low voice.

Isn’t this killing too cruel?

"They are allowed to kill me, but I am not allowed to kill them? How can this be justified?" Zhang Yuan said calmly, "If they make me unhappy, then I will kill them until I feel happy."

Xun Lin's face froze.

Zhang Yuan walked forward slowly, came to the rocks, reached out and picked up a long sword.

This was the only longsword that did not break into pieces.

His fingers tapped lightly on the sword's spine, causing the sword to vibrate.

Holding a long sword, Zhang Yuan flew up, and the sword tip moved on the cliff on one side.

One by one, large, ancient and weathered characters appeared.

"Zhang Juzheng of Bailu Academy slew twelve sword demons and three hundred sword armors here."

"when--"

When all the words were carved, the sword broke.

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The Qingyun Immortal Sect used three hundred sword armors and twelve sword demons to block Zhang Juzheng of Bailu Mountain.

Zhang Juzheng made swords out of rocks, broke three hundred armors with one sword, killed twelve sword demons, and carved the stones into a stele.

This killing was direct and straightforward. It was a direct provocation to the Qingyun Immortal Sect, and it was also a tit-for-tat response from the Qingyun Immortal Sect without any fear.

What shocked countless people in this battle was that Zhang Juzheng had actually practiced swordsmanship, and used his swordsmanship to break the sword armor and kill the sword demon.

The Qingyun Immortal Sect is best known for its two great inheritances of swordsmanship and thunder, and has never had any rivals in the Qingtian Continent.

Even Meng Haoran, who is an expert in both Confucianism, Taoism and swordsmanship, did not dare to say that his swordsmanship could compete with the Qingyun Immortal Sect.

But in this battle, Zhang Yuan defeated Qingyun Immortal Sect with his swordsmanship!
Bailu Mountain.

When the news arrived, several masters and instructors in the hall all looked bewildered.

"Is it really the way of the sword? Can it really break three hundred sword armors?" Chen Zhengyan held the paper scroll in his hand and looked at the disciple who reported it, confirming again and again.

"In reply to Mr. Chen, Dean Zhang did indeed break through three hundred sword armors and slay twelve sword demons with his swordsmanship. Now, the Qingyun Immortal Sect has evacuated all the enemies that were originally arranged to block the path. Dean Zhang has a clear path and has already reached the edge of Qingyun Mountain thousands of miles away."

The student in the green Confucian robe bowed, clasped his fists, and spoke loudly.

Li Shouren, who was standing in the lobby, flushed red and laughed out loud: "Refreshing, refreshing, it's all clear now!"

On the side, Meng Shuyao, who was wearing a green robe, had a complicated expression.

Zhang Yuan's talent, potential, and cultivation made her feel extremely frustrated.

And that slap without mercy.

"Headmaster, we should report this matter to the master." Li Shouren turned and looked at Zhuang Moxuan who was sitting above him and said loudly.

Zhuang Moxuan's expression changed, and he finally shook his head and whispered, "Master, let's go down the mountain."

(End of this chapter)