Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 428: The sword energy moves and the wind and thunder gather, the sword light is cold for three thousand miles!

"Sir, is there something wrong with the dean?"

A centurion spoke in a low voice with a gleam in his eyes.

Something happened?

The Demon Sect is powerful, and Zhang Juzheng might really be surrounded and killed under its rule.

Even if Zhang Juzheng is quite powerful, it is impossible for him to fight against the entire Demon Sect.

If he really had this ability, the situation in Qingtian Continent would not be what it is now.

"This Dean Zhang is indeed very powerful, but unfortunately he acts too flamboyantly, not like a Confucian cultivator at all."

A tall and thin centurion with a short beard said in a deep voice with a tense expression.

These days, I hear every day about how powerful Dean Zhang Juzheng is and how he runs rampant in the land of immortals and demons.

Of course everyone admires him, but we are all elites, so it is impossible to say that there is no jealousy in our hearts.

Besides, all of this is just rumors, and no one has seen with their own eyes how powerful Zhang Juzheng is.

"Sir, you don't want us to go rescue the dean, do you?" A centurion in his early thirties, carrying a short bow, hesitated and whispered, "If we go to the Demon Sect, not only will the journey be long, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Xue Dingyue shook his head again and spread out the paper in his hand.

Everyone stretched their heads to look and saw that the paper was covered with dense handwriting.

"Zhang Juzheng of Bailu Academy, slaughtered thirty thousand miles in one day, destroyed thirty-two sects of the Demonic Path, and went straight to Yunjue Mountain..."

There was silence in the big tent.

The centurions looked at each other and no one spoke again.

At this time, in another large tent, Zhong Yuan looked at the paper in front of him with his fists clenched.

"Such a method of slaying demons is truly exhilarating."

"That's right. The purpose of martial arts training for me is to roam freely and kill as I please." Yu Rentuo, standing beside him, pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his face flushed. "If I could follow the dean and fight a battle, it would definitely be the greatest pleasure of my life!"

The other people in the tent felt their blood boiling and clenched their fists.

In the distance, on the hanging tower, Meng Shuyao quietly looked at the camp below.

"Ahem, Mr. Meng, let me take charge." Zhou Shucheng and two middle-aged men in armor came from behind.

Meng Shuyao waved her hand and said calmly, "Dean Zhang is away, so I have to take care of the Rock Academy and these trial participants for him."

Zhou Shucheng and the two middle-aged warriors looked at each other, turned around and left the hanging tower.

After walking a hundred feet, Zhou Shucheng looked back and lowered his voice, "Mr. Meng is very arrogant, but this time..."

"I'm afraid she doesn't have the courage to face the dean directly..."

"Stop talking. Among our peers on Qingtian Continent, who has the courage to face the dean directly?"

……

Xuanji Academy.

Guo Chang held the paper in his hand and walked slowly to Kong Lingjun.

"Mother, is this true?"

Kong Lingjun looked up and saw a look of disappointment on Guo Chang's face.

"Mother, you have slain demons for thirty thousand miles and destroyed thirty-two sects. Brother Zhang, are you really that strong?" Guo Chang looked at Kong Lingjun and spoke softly.

He and Zhang Yuan had traveled together before. Although he knew that Zhang Yuan was extraordinary, he only regarded him as an elite among his peers.

Guo Changyou has a mother who is the headmaster of the mountain. Even if he is separated from his father, the demon king, he will surely soar to the sky.

However, since Zhang Yuan set foot on Bailu Mountain, various news came, and he entered the Buddhist land, stepped into the Dongxuan Cave in front of the mountain gate of Qingyun Immortal Sect, and then went on to kill demons for 30,000 miles today.

The arrogance in Guo Chang's heart completely shattered.

"Fengxiao, don't treat him as an ordinary person."

Kong Lingjun sighed softly and patted Guo Chang on the shoulder.

"Just think of him as someone from a different world than us."

Guo Chang remained silent for a moment before he softly said, "Mother, after the crisis at Xuanji Mountain is resolved, I want to go to Yongtianzhou to study."

Kong Lingjun smiled and was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed. He turned and looked outside the hall. "That's Yulongchuan."

In Yulongchuan, Meng Haoran, the principal of Haoran Academy, and ten thousand students are stationed there.

At this time, in front of Yulong River, the magic light and sword light converged, and the light and shadow went straight into the sky.

On the northern Great Wall, a golden light curtain a hundred feet high floated on the parade ground.

The light curtain reflected the scene of Yulongchuan, which was under the jurisdiction of Xuanji Academy in Qingtianzhou.

Across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, a long army was cut into two by huge rocks rolling down the cliff.

Each of the huge rocks was a hundred feet in diameter and rolled down like thunder, crushing all the sounds blocking the way.

Dozens of huge rocks collided with each other, causing a loud noise like a landslide and the earth cracking.

On the cliff, a golden light was floating around, and a figure with a flashing sword in his hand jumped down.

"Those are the students from Haoran Academy."

Someone was whispering on the training ground.

Golden light moved with him, and when the sword was swung out, the shadow of wind and thunder roared.

Beneath the cliff, the panicked army of demonic flames quickly gathered, and the rising demonic light shone brightly with the golden light of the sword.

"Zhen represents thunder, Xun represents wind." With the cold voice, the long sword in Xun Lin's hand turned into a stream of light and crashed into the newly formed magic array.

"boom--"

Thunderclouds exploded within a radius of ten feet.

Those Demon Flame soldiers who formed the battle formation were all covered in blackened blood and fell to their knees on the ground.

"Xun Lin from Haoran Academy is so powerful!" In front of the light curtain, someone among the elites who had already read the message sent by the Military Affairs Office exclaimed in a low voice.

"So powerful, didn't Zhang Yuan say that this guy was very weak..." Zhao Yu looked up and saw Xun Lin swinging his sword in the light curtain at an extremely fast speed. Lightning moved with the sword, knocking away the figures of the demon cultivators one after another.

"This guy must have been stimulated by Zhang Yuan." Zhao Yu's eyes were full of smiles.

"Om-"

In the light and shadow, the devilish light surged and transformed into the shadow of a hundred-foot devilish tiger.

Just as the demonic tiger appeared, a sword light fell from the sky.

What kind of sword is this!
The sword energy is thousands of feet long, and the murderous intent reaches the sky!
The sword was only thousands of feet away, but in a flash it had already crossed the mountains and rivers, and its edge was blood red!
"boom--"

Tigers roar and dragons roar, wind and thunder gather!
The sword energy moves and the wind and thunder gather, the sword light is cold for three thousand miles!

Within a radius of ten miles, the devilish flames paused, and rays of devilish light from the fall of the Innate Realm rose up.

One sword can break 30,000 armors, Meng Haoran from Haoran Academy!
"Is this the battle on Qingtian Continent?"

On the training ground, someone whispered softly.

Compared to the fighting at the Great Wall in the North, the battle on Qingtian Continent completely overturned everyone's previous imagination.

In such a scenario, what role can these practitioners whose cultivation level is not even at the Grandmaster level play?
For a moment, everyone in the entire training ground fell silent.

Qingtianzhou, three thousand miles outside Xuanji Academy, a thousand miles away from Yulongchuan, is Qifeng Valley.

"That was Meng Haoran who took action over there, right?"

"Is this guy going crazy and killing people?"

Two middle-aged Confucian scholars in green robes stood side by side on the hill, looking into the distance.

The scholar who was speaking had three strands of black beard and a square face.

"Maybe he was provoked by Zhang Juzheng's 30,000-mile killing spree?" The scholar on the other side, with his hands behind his back, a slightly bulging forehead and distinct cheekbones, shook his head and chuckled.

"Yes, when the news came, not to mention Meng Haoran, even I--" The green-bearded scholar didn't finish his words, and his eyes slowly narrowed.

"The Demon Flame Army is coming."

The Confucian scholar beside him slowly closed the folding fan in his hand.

"Then let's see if the methods of my Jinglun Academy are still acceptable."

(End of this chapter)