Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 409: Today I finally see the noble spirit of Meng Haoran

The sword's light is as cold as ice for three thousand miles, and its noble spirit will last forever.

Beyond the dazzling sword light, endless poetry emerged, materializing with golden and mighty power, condensing into mountains and rivers.

"Just rest assured and endure the tribulation. Even if the heaven and earth collapse, I, Meng Haoran, will block it for you."

The sound was like a rolling river, and when the sound arrived, people and swords arrived.

"boom--"

The two sword masters of Qingyun Immortal Sect were sent flying backwards as sword lights exploded around them.

Thousands of feet away from Zhang Yuan, endless sword lights swirled.

A green long sword was suspended in mid-air.

Meng Haoran stood in mid-air with his hands behind his back. The majestic aura outside his body was like a cloud platform, shining with golden light.

"Chief of the mountain."

Xun Lin showed surprise on his face.

"That's Meng Haoran!"

"The second most powerful person in Confucianism, the strongest person after Master."

"Meng Haoran lives on with his noble spirit. He has actually come to the outside of Qingyun Mountain!"

Countless exclamations rang out, and eyes widened as they looked at Meng Haoran, who was wearing a green shirt and a silk scarf, with his clothes sash fluttering in the wind.

Although the Qingyun Immortal Sect is the most respected sword-fighting sect in Qingtian Continent, outside of the Qingyun Immortal Sect, the most recognized master of both Confucianism and swordsmanship, and the most recognized master of swordsmanship, is Meng Haoran of Haoran Academy.

"I didn't expect that even Meng Haoran would come here." In the distance, the expression on Feng Qingyue's face changed as he spoke in a low voice.

Given his status and position, the information he knew was far beyond what those practitioners who were just joining in the fun on the river bank could understand.

All Feng Qingyue knew and was waiting for was the Master.

What all the major forces want to watch is the battle between the Master and the Qingyun Immortal Sect.

No one expected that Meng Haoran would come and protect Zhang Juzheng who was undergoing a tribulation.

Outside the main hall of Qingyun Immortal Sect, Wu Yunzi's eyes twitched.

provocative.

This is a provocation to the Qingyun Immortal Sect.

Meng Haoran, Zhang Juzheng, Confucianism, and swordsmanship, are they really trampling on the face of Qingyun Immortal Sect, the leader of the immortal ways?

Zhang Juzheng is undergoing a tribulation outside the Qingyun Immortal Sect's mountain gate, and Meng Haoran is protecting him. How much does this mean that he doesn't take the Qingyun Immortal Sect seriously?
"Elder Tengfeng, please take action."

Wu Yunzi spoke.

Teng Feng, the elder of Qingyun Immortal Sect, is one of the only remaining elders of the "Teng" generation in the sect, and his cultivation has reached the Dongxuan level.

Elder Tengfeng had been to Yongtianzhou and Yangtianzhou for training, and his own foundation was simply not comparable to that of the same level in Qingtianzhou.

However, Elder Tengfeng's cultivation had been solidified, and he had not been able to make any progress for three hundred years, which meant that his life span was running out. Over the past hundred years, he had rarely appeared in the eyes of the disciples of Qingyun Immortal Sect.

As Wu Yunzi spoke, a stream of green light flew towards the back of Qingyun Mountain.

The light flew into the hands of an old man with white beard, green robe, long eyebrows and jade hairpin in his hair.

"Meng Haoran?"

"Haha, interesting, interesting. My lifespan is drawing to a close, and being able to fight against the top swordsman of Confucianism and Taoism, regardless of the outcome, is a joy..."

Raising his hand and grabbing a green bamboo behind him, the old man stepped forward, and the sword light outside his body shot up into the sky.

"Confucianism is very disciplined. Coming here uninvited is really disrespectful. Meng Haoran, you should go back to your Haoqi City and be a teacher."

As the sound was heard, the green bamboo branch flew across the sky like a long sword, stabbing towards Meng Haoran's chest.

Meng Haoran's expression remained unchanged. He reached out and grabbed the sword.

"kill--"

With a loud shout, he rushed towards the bamboo branch and chopped it down with his sword.

"The cold air breaks the iron armor, and the sword light chills the sky."

A line of golden characters moved along with the long sword, and each character was like a sword, piercing through the void and hitting the branch.

The green bamboo branches shattered into pieces, and when the ten golden characters turned into nothingness, the bamboo sword also shattered.

Meng Haoran took another step forward, holding the sword in both hands, and slashed down with one sword.

"The long wind has ended, and the clouds and thunder have condensed into frosty grass." The sword energy and the golden characters turned into a long dragon of strong wind, whistling and surging, blocking the body of Teng Feng with white beard and long eyebrows in front.

Teng Feng's face was solemn, and he stretched out his fingertips with both hands. Lines of green sword light collided with the long dragon of sword light.

The sword skills of these two top masters of Qingtian Continent clashed, and every strike caused the surrounding clouds to explode.

The scattered and scattered blades spun, piercing the surrounding void and causing the air to whistle.

In everyone's eyes, Meng Haoran took one step and one sword at a time, while the white-bearded old man in front of him, who was causing a huge storm, took one step and one step back, and the sword lights crisscrossed and flowed.

"Three hundred years ago, Elder Tengfeng of the Qingyun Immortal Sect, who roamed the Qingtian Continent, was unexpectedly stopped by Meng Haoran's sword."

"The fist fears the young and strong, and the same is true for the sword..."

"Today I finally see the righteous spirit of Meng Haoran, who speaks with only his sword. He is truly unrivalled!"

At this moment, it seemed that all eyes were attracted by the collision between Meng Haoran and Teng Feng.

No one noticed that a faint layer of dragon scales appeared on Zhang Yuan's body.

Transform into a dragon.

The power of the dragon ball combined with the power of the red dragon, and finally transformed into a celestial dragon!

The power of the Tianlong bloodline and his innate magical powers all awakened at this moment, flowing through and condensing in Zhang Yuan's body.

Compared with the power of the Jiaolong, the power of the Tianlong is more vast and powerful. It not only controls the water veins, but also can attract wind and thunder.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan himself was able to mobilize the power of wind and thunder from heaven and earth.

"boom--"

As Zhang Yuan quietly gathered his strength, the thunder became even more intense than before.

As it fell on him, Zhang Yuan felt the power of the dragon and elephant boiling.

His physical strength was too great, and it had been a long time since he had felt the dragon-elephant power being stimulated and boiling.

Mysterious spiritual patterns are intertwined on each jade bone, revealing a golden glow.

The concentration of physical strength triggers the transformation of the relics and golden elixir in the dantian, as well as the fire source talisman and the golden body clone.

The first thing to break was the dragon-elephant level relic.

This Buddhist relic, which had long been refined by Zhang Yuan and accompanied him throughout his practice, transformed into a golden statue of the Mingwang sitting cross-legged in the thunder.

The golden body withdrew from the dantian and merged with the Mingwang Seal behind Zhang Yuan.

At this moment, a Buddhist cave seemed to appear behind him, and the shadow of a golden body was moving vaguely.

The golden body of Mingwang, the profound mystery of Buddhism.

The relic turned into a golden body, and the dissipated power merged with the power of thunder, causing the quiet Sanskrit sound to vibrate and pass through the meridians.

The immortal golden elixir also shattered at this moment and turned into a three-inch-tall figure of Zhang Yuan.

Immortal Yuanying, Dragon Elephant Grandmaster level.

When the relics and golden elixir, the immortal way and Buddhist cultivation broke through at the same time, the lightning in the sky slowly faded away.

The three elders of Qingyun Immortal Sect were exhausted.

With a little regret, Zhang Yuan used the last remaining thunder power to hit the Fire Source Mysterious Talisman and the golden body clone, which increased the speed of refining the Fire Source Mysterious Talisman. A glimmer of light flashed on the golden body.

After doing all this, Zhang Yuan raised his head and looked at the confrontation between Meng Haoran and Teng Feng in front of him.

Haoran Academy is the Confucian and Taoist tradition that is least like Confucianism.

This is recognized on Qingtianzhou.

At this time, Meng Haoran held the sword in both hands and slashed with it. Haoran's strength turned into lines of poetry, and each golden character fell in front of him.

Elder Tengfeng's face flushed red, his blood, essence, and spiritual power had been stimulated to the extreme. The sword energy moved with his body, but it still could not stop Meng Haoran's footsteps at all.

He is retreating step by step.

"Om-"

Above the Qingyun Immortal Sect in the distance, clouds gathered and turned into a golden light curtain.

Above the light curtain, endless runes lit up.

The Qingyun Immortal Sect’s mountain protection formation was erected, the power of the formation surged, and a brilliant immortal light enveloped Elder Tengfeng’s body.

The Qingyun Immortal Sect’s mountain protection formation is activated!
(End of this chapter)