Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 454: In the way of swordsmanship in Qingtian Continent, the Master must be the best!
Zhang Yuan turned around and looked at the teacher with a serious expression.

"Master, rest assured. Even if the evil demons are rampant and powerful, I, Zhang Juzheng, will remain determined to slay them and defend the Way."

"There is no need for the Master to take action here."

The teacher looked at Zhang Yuan, his eyes twitching.

There was a hint of laughter in Zhang Yuan's eyes.

"Did you figure it out?" The teacher's voice was soft.

"I just think that the master shouldn't die young." Zhang Yuan said loudly.

Shouldn’t his life span be cut short?

The teacher's mouth twitched.

Zhang Juzheng had long realized that his life span was not over, but he was just deliberately cooperating with him in his acting.

But this play was so exaggerated that even his own part was taken away from him.

If he doesn't take action now, won't all his plans be in vain?

"Haha, the end of one's lifespan is a desperate situation, but it can also be an opportunity. I killed the demon today, and if I can't achieve enlightenment, then it doesn't matter if I die and my Tao disappears—"

Covering up his embarrassment with a long laugh, the Master shouted loudly, and the energy and blood in his body, which seemed to be exhausted, rose up.

In a moment, the sky was enveloped by the blood, energy, light and shadow, which matched the clouds in the sky.

"Master, Master, he is burning the last of his lifespan. He wants to dedicate his last bit of strength to Qingtianzhou—"

On the top of Xuyang City, Li Shouren let out a long cry and tears streamed down his face.

His shout caused the mighty power of countless Confucian and Taoist practitioners inside and outside the city to surge and seem to be about to explode.

Zhang Yuan turned his head to look at Li Shouren on the top of the city wall, and then looked at Meng Shuyao who was holding a spear, gritting her teeth, and crying like rain not far away.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that there are many scholars who have become stupid because of reading too much.

Looking up, the Master's face was solemn, and his whole body was filled with a mighty force that seemed to be burning, with a radiance like the scorching sun.

Is this the end of life?
It can only fool fools.

Zhang Yuan understood that the Master's ability to endure until today, to see the blood flowing throughout Xuyang City and still show such a solemn demeanor, was not something he, Zhang Yuan, could do.

Zhang Yuan is still a warrior at heart. He seeks inner peace and unparalleled bravery.

He really can't deceive others, even his own people, even himself.

When he was in Luyang Prefecture, Master Tao once said that scholars were very sinister.

indeed.

Do great things without fear of death.

We will not hesitate to sacrifice others' lives, our own lives, our reputations, or even the beliefs we firmly believe in for the sake of great things.

Perhaps only such a person could rule the Confucianism and Taoism of Qingtian Continent and fight against the immortals and demons for hundreds of years.

Zhang Yuan knew that he couldn't do what the Master did.

He also understood that people like the Master were the ones who could truly accomplish great things.

"boom--"

The master, his blood boiling, raised his hand, and the golden light in his palm turned into a long sword.

He took a step forward, and the sword light shone down, like thousands of stars.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the spiritual energy from thousands of miles away gathered in the Master's palm like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

The white hair and beard flowed, and the avenue was faintly visible in the bulging green robe. The long sword condensed by the great energy had the texture of the Heavenly Dao seal script on the sword spine.

The vast world is punishing on behalf of Heaven!
This is the true method of a Confucian and Taoist master at the peak of his powers!
When this sword was condensed, the avenue on Qingtian Continent shook, and even the light curtain on the parade ground of the Great Wall in the northern border trembled, and the light and shadow on it could no longer be seen clearly.

Zhang Yuan was only three feet away from the Master, his eyes full of brilliance.

Watching Master Wu take action was also an unimaginable practice for him!

"The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night——"

The Master's steps were as if he was measuring the universe, and the slight shaking of the sword tip drew on the power of the stars in the sky.

The faint sound of reading could be heard from Qingtianzhou.

This is the voice of Confucianism and Taoism that has existed between heaven and earth for countless years!
The sound of reading gathered into a river, and each syllable turned into golden seal characters and merged into the sword light.

When the sword's power reached its peak, the clouds above Xuyang City actually revealed the shadow of a magnificent academy. This was the Master's cave!

The cave of a great cultivator in the Free and Easy Realm!

"More blowing down——"

"Stars like rain!"

The last three words were like a decree from heaven, and the void cracked where the sword pointed.

Each seal character collapsed into thousands of stars, falling with the power to destroy the world.

"boom--"

Amidst the dragon's roar, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers cracked like a tortoise's back. Zhang Yuan held down the trembling long sword in his hand and watched as the fallen star fragments transformed into golden characters at the altar in Xuyang City.

The Master stood alone in the collapsing void and chaotic clouds. The glimmer of light remaining on the edge of his sword caused a stinging pain in the soul of anyone who wanted to look directly at it.

With one sword strike, heaven and earth collapse.

"The Confucian sword is the law of nature, and his words are followed by the law..." Kong Lingjun murmured.

At this moment, the thousand-year-old cedar on the top of Xuanji Mountain broke without any wind, which was the spiritual tree's surrender to the strongest sword intent.

The bells of three thousand academies in Qingtianzhou rang simultaneously, announcing the perfect fusion of the pinnacle of swordsmanship and the pinnacle of Confucianism.

The vast mountains and rivers are shaking and surging.

This sword is the pinnacle of the power of cultivation on Qingtian Continent.

It is the true ultimate.

Even Zhang Yuan didn't dare to say that he could strike out with such a sword with all his strength.

The Master's cultivation has reached its limit in the Free and Easy Realm.

Not only his cultivation, but also the Master's swordsmanship and Confucianism have been honed to perfection.

This sword combines Confucianism with martial arts, and the brilliance of swordsmanship is fully released, which is truly earth-shaking.

In the art of swordsmanship on Qingtian Continent, Master must be the best!
Not far away, Meng Haoran gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, looking melancholy.

On the city walls and outside the city, countless Confucian scholars looked up, and even though their souls were illuminated by the sword in the teacher's hand and their faces were covered with tears, they would not lower their heads.

"Do you understand this sword?"

The teacher turned around with satisfaction and looked at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan nodded.

"If you want to show off in front of others, you have to do it big."

The Master's beard trembled and his face flushed.

"I'm talking about the sword—"

Before he finished speaking, he hummed softly, moved his body, and headed towards the altar of Xuyang City.

He understood what Zhang Yuan meant.

You, Master, are very good at showing off in front of others, but Zhang Juzheng still doesn't think highly of your sword.

This guy did it on purpose.

Coming from Yongtianzhou, where martial arts are respected, a brave man like Zhang Juzheng disdains power struggles and conspiracies.

Is it so difficult to get this guy to bow his head and praise himself?
The Master sighed inwardly, and soared above the altar. The boundless mighty power outside his body collided with the demonic energy below.

The two great Xiaoyao Realm magic cultivators who came from Tengzhou were killed and injured, and most of the other thousands of Tengzhou magic cultivators were killed or injured, and the rest had already fled.

The altar also collapsed, and it was no longer possible to teleport people.

For the demon cultivators on Tengzhou, a teleportation of this magnitude would also be extremely costly.

If the army sent to Qingtianzhou had not been blocked by the heroic army of the Northern Great Wall, the demons on Tengzhou would not have had to rely on teleportation to come.

Unfortunately, not only was it too late, but the losses were even greater.

"Master, our Qingyun Immortal Sect is willing to help you suppress the evil demons."

"Exorcising demons and defending the Way, our Buddhist sect is duty-bound—"

Several voices shouted, and the light of immortals and Buddhas rushed over.

"boom--"

The great light on the Master's body was concentrated to the extreme, as if it was the scorching sun in the sky.

Zhang Yuan could feel that at this moment, the power of merit in the entire Qingtian Continent was surging.

The sword that tilts the sky turns into merit and prestige that shocks all living beings on Qingtian Continent.

Isn’t it for this prestige that the great monk shows off his power in front of people?

Relying on the accumulation of merits to break through the bottleneck of practice?
The Xiaoyao Realm is already the peak of the Grandmaster Realm. One step further...

Zhang Yuan looked at the teacher standing in the light and shadow, and finally a hint of respect appeared on his face.

If the Master can break through the shackles of the Grandmaster realm in Qingtian Continent today and step into the level above the Grandmaster.

That means that the upper limit of the avenue in the entire Qingtian Continent has been broken, and the power of the Heavenly Dao in the entire Qingtian Continent will be increased by one level.

The path of cultivation in the entire Qingtian Continent will also take another step forward.

With the strength of one person, an entire continent can be built.

If you fail, you will die.

No wonder the Master needed to accumulate lifespan and energy for hundreds of years.

No wonder the Master remained indifferent when he saw the decline of Confucianism.

He really has big things to do!
(End of this chapter)