Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 430: Can They Hold On...?

Xu Lu's voice was full of pride.

Which of the generals of the Northern Great Wall is not an elite warrior who has fought in hundreds of battles? Which of them is not the best among the other armies?
Marquis Xichang nodded slightly. Sun Qi hesitated and said nothing more.

He had a good relationship with Gong Yuzheng and had heard Gong Yuzheng say that Zhang Yuan, the Marquis of Qingyang in Zhengyang County, was unparalleled in battle and a leader among the younger generation.

But he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, so it was hard to say.

"boom--"

In the light and shadow, the war cavalry trampled the demon flame warriors and knocked the red flame golem to the ground.

The galloping horses' hooves crushed the golem, and the light and shadow of the fire and demonic flames shot and splashed on the icy ground.

The battle formation diagram on the sky was spinning, and golden rays of light fell down, protecting every soldier charging into the battle formation.

This kind of scene made the elite soldiers outside the light curtain on the training ground look envious.

How great it would be if they could have this kind of protective power when charging into battle...

With the power of the formation, the cavalry led by Yuwen Lie was invincible and moved forward courageously. Not only did they push away the army of demonic flames, they also circled around and cut them off.

The two masters wanted to kill Yuwen Lie, but were slashed by Yuwen Lie with a knife.

The Demon Flame Army counterattacked several times, but the cavalry dispersed them.

"Woo..."

The retreat horn sounded, and the Demon Flame Army fled in disarray.

Yuwen Lie looked at the gradually receding demonic tide, laughed loudly, and raised the sword in his hand high.

"mighty."

"mighty--"

The black-armored warrior shouted loudly, and the entire Qifeng Valley's veins roared.

Before the light curtain of the parade ground on the Northern Great Wall, the elites of the Qin Dynasty were silent.

They all have their own pride in Yongtianzhou.

They have always felt that the human race in the lost continent outside Yongtian Continent is too weak to compete with the immortals and demons.

They thought how could Confucianism and Taoism possibly fight against immortals and demons?
They feel.

In the battle of Jinglun Academy, the cavalry, military formations and battle formation diagrams were combined to confront the Demon Sect's army head-on and remain undefeated.

Demonic flames, furnaces, a hundred miles of ice, red-flame golems, an army of skeletons...

These battle scenes, which had never happened before in Yongtian Continent, were a collision of forces beyond the control of ordinary practitioners, making it difficult for everyone to calm down for a while.

"The three armies have broken through two of them, leaving only Yinmachuan."

Marquis Xichang looked at the light and shadow gradually fading from the screen and spoke in a low voice.

Sun Qi nodded, his eyes showing depth.

"Drinking Horse River is guarded by the White Deer Academy. I'm also curious about what methods the White Deer Mountain, the foremost Confucianist on Qingtian Continent, can use."

He looked down at the training ground and lowered his voice slightly.

"Also, where will Zhang Juzheng of Bailu Mountain, the Spring Hunt Trialist, be?"

……

Under the rule of the Netherworld Demon Sect.

Yunjue Mountain.

The Forty-Eight Demon Sects covered the heaven and earth with the Nine Netherworlds Ten Thousand Demons Wall, sealing off the entire Yunjue Mountain Avenue.

The sky and the earth were shrouded in fog, and the road was obscured. It was impossible to detect anything in Yunjue Mountain from a hundred miles away.

At this time, halfway up Yunjue Mountain, blood was flowing and gathering into a river.

"Crazy, he is a madman..."

"Who is the devil after all——"

With terrified roars, the demon practitioners fled.

On the mountain path halfway up the mountain, the Red Dragon Rope in Zhang Yuan's left hand had turned into a chain, half of it wrapped around his arm and the other half wrapped around his fist, making his left hand flash with golden light.

"boom--"

He took a step forward and punched out with his left hand, shattering the three layers of shield armor in front of him.

Armor-breaking.

Destroy the soldiers.

The fist wrapped in the red dragon rope not only shattered the shield, but also killed more than ten innate demon cultivators behind the shield.

Their bodies were intact, but their internal organs were shattered into pieces and blood gushed out of their mouths.

Zhenhai kills the dragon and hits the cow across the mountain.

The operation of martial arts power is controlled to the smallest detail, and every bit of force can kill people.

As Zhang Yuan threw out with his left fist, he stepped forward with his right foot and raised his left knee.

Divide the golden knee!
"Bang--" A demon cultivator at the peak of the innate realm who was standing in front of him and had no time to retreat suffered a collapse in his chest, and his body flew backwards five feet, falling off a cliff hundreds of feet high.

The avenue was sealed, his heart meridians were broken, and before the body of this Demon Sect elder fell to the bottom of the cliff, a pillar of light of death had already risen from his body.

He stepped forward, flew up, and did not dodge or avoid the spear that was stabbing at his chest, letting it hit his chest.

The golden body is indestructible and immune to all attacks.

A faint golden light pressed against the spear. Zhang Yuan's body shook, and the arm of the demon cultivator holding the spear was broken by the rebound.

Zhang Yuan raised his hand and grasped the spear, turned the spear tip upside down, and swung it towards the top of the mountain.

"call--"

The long spear whistled as it pierced the chest of a demon cultivator who was half a step away from becoming a grandmaster, nailing his body to the cliff.

"Evil demon, evil demon..."

"Are you the evil demon from the Netherworld?"

On the mountains, wailing was heard everywhere.

No one can stop Zhang Yuan's punches and kicks.

Under the ban of the Great Dao, these demon cultivators who had practiced some martial arts and had some magic body-refining techniques were like children in front of Zhang Yuan.

massacre.

Beads of qi and blood condensed, beads of demonic energy condensed, and golden beads of heavenly way gathered.

In the forbidden place of the Great Dao, demons and monsters are slain, and the power of the Great Dao fed back becomes more and more rich and solid. Is this probably an unexpected surprise?

day and night.

The evil energy condensed in Zhang Yuan's body was about to transform into a strange beast.

This kind of killing is really insane to the extreme.

"Bam—"

After a punch, there was nothing in front.

A trace of confusion flashed across Zhang Yuan's face, then turned into a chuckle.

Kill them all.

……

When the fog cleared, figures quietly gathered from afar.

"What about Zhang Juzheng? He didn't die in Yunjue Mountain, did he?"

"Why is this mountain so dead silent—"

"hiss……"

"Is this a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood?"

Walking up the mountain, everyone's body was shaking.

There were broken limbs and bodies all along the way, and flesh and blood were trampled into mud!
"That's a vicious demon, that's the Nine Nether Demon..."

When the only disciple of the Demon Sect on Yunjue Mountain was found in the cave at the bottom of the cliff, he had gone crazy and could only say this sentence over and over again.

There are more than 100,000 demon cultivators in the forty-eight demon sects of Yunjue Mountain, from disciples to elders and sect leaders, but only one person survived!
What kind of person is capable of such brutal killing!
"Zhang Juzheng of Bailu Mountain is truly a madman..."

"Is Zhang Juzheng truly a Confucianist?"

Standing on the cliff, everyone looked pale.

"Where is he?"

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The Great Wall in the North.

School grounds.

The light curtain hangs high.

Every elite recruited by the Grand Council had a solemn expression on their faces as they looked up at the scene on the light curtain.

The endless army of the Demon Sect and the array of the Demon Sect’s troops.

In the sky, thirty-six red tracks swirled. They were the group of rotten bone flying dragons raised by the Demon Sect.

Each of these flying dragons can spit out corrosive flames.

There are red-flame golems, towering magic towers, and even heavy cavalry in magic armor!
More than 500,000 troops gathered together, and the demonic energy soared into the sky without any concealment.

This place is Yinmachuan, one of the three passages leading to Xuanji Academy.

Yinmachuan, where Bailu Academy is stationed.

"Can they hold on..."

Before the light curtain, whispers were heard.

(End of this chapter)