Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 62: No one can stop the person I, Zhang Yuan, want to kill
Even if one has mastered martial arts, he or she may not be able to comprehend the artistic conception behind it.

But to condense the sword light, one must reach the great perfection realm.

The sharpness of the sword is revealed, and there is no need for the blessing of innate true energy.

However, if one wants the sharpness of a sword to be visible and to appear beyond the weapon, one must have the true power of the innate realm to drive it.

It is a common practice in the martial arts world that anyone who can show the sharpness of a sword is equivalent to a first-class master in the innate realm.

Those who are at the Xiantian realm and can make the edge of their sword visible up to one foot are the top-notch strong ones.

This kind of sharp edge is said to be indestructible. No matter whether it is a weapon or armor, it can be shattered like a piece of paper.

As for the three-foot-tall sharp edge, he can basically run rampant in the martial arts world and is invincible under the Grandmaster.

A ten-foot-long sword beam, as the legend goes.

When masters clash, the sharpness of their swords and knives is over ten feet, and a single strike can shatter mountains. Ordinary people at the innate realm cannot get close enough to observe.

Even the power dissipating from thousands of feet away can make the blood of ordinary warriors surge and their tendons and veins shattered.

The bandits in Pingshui Village had never seen a sword blade that was ten feet long.

Not many people in the world have seen a ten-foot-long sword.

Zhang Yuan swung the long sword in his hand, and the sword light, which was several feet long, tore through the wooden spear, the door panel, and the body behind the door panel in front of him.

There is no sense of obstruction and the blade moves smoothly.

He didn't even look at where the blade passed. He kicked open the broken door panel in front of him and swung out the long sword.

The swirling blade carried a three-foot-long cold edge, severing at least twenty bodies before finally striking the wooden pillar at the gate of the mountain stronghold.

The two-foot-thick wooden pillar was cut off with a knife, and the blade cut across the fence on the side and was nailed one foot into the stone wall.

The moment Zhang Yuan swung his knife, he was already among the group of bandits on the right.

"boom--"

A punch was thrown, and wind and thunder surged.

The mountains and rivers are shaking, and thunder is roaring.

This punch was a combination of the advanced punch of the Iron Armor Fist and the moves of the Mountain Fist.

The power of a punch is condensed in the tip of the fist. The punch is like thunder, with a mighty and breathtaking sound.

The fist contains the power to break the sky, and one blow carries the tremendous force of five bulls and ten thousand pounds, which is contained but not released.

The leading bandit had his sternum shattered by a punch, and his body crashed into seven or eight people behind him.

The bandits who were hit vomited blood and their internal organs were shattered.

Penetrating power.

Ten thousand pounds of force penetrated their bodies, and the internal organs of these bandits had turned into bloody mud.

Zhang Yuan moved among the bandits, showing what a true strong man is.

If it touches your hands or feet, your bones will be broken.

In boxing techniques at the Great Perfection level, every punch counts.

Ten breaths.

The stronghold was already deserted, with only a dozen or so bandits left, fighting in two groups, unable to hold their weapons steady.

There were body parts and blood all over the ground.

As pirates, most of these people in Pingshui Village have lives and blood on their hands.

But they had never seen such extreme killing.

This kind of killing that does not take life seriously at all and is extremely cold-blooded can directly capture people's minds.

Only a brave warrior who has experienced fighting on the battlefield can be so cruel.

"Come on——"

"A vicious demon—"

"All dead, all dead..."

Some people ran away, some were frightened silly.

The big man standing in front of the village gate held a knife in his hand, his facial muscles twitching, and his eyes were filled with extreme fear.

He has reached the late stage of the acquired realm, and his knowledge is far beyond the reach of the bandits in the mountain stronghold.

It was precisely because of his knowledge that he was even more afraid.

What kind of powerful man and what kind of vicious demon is this righteous and righteous Mr. Zhang?
Just slaughtering dozens of people in an instant would have stirred up such a surge of energy, blood, and spirit that most people would have gone mad...

Being able to cut out a sword beam that is ten feet long, what a terrifying method it is.

In front of the mountain stronghold, Zhang Yuan caught up with the fleeing bandits and punched them. The three of them collided with each other, and their bones and internal organs were shattered.

He kicked the wooden spear that had fallen to the ground and swung it out, piercing the bodies of the two bandits who had escaped seven feet away and nailing them to the edge of the cliff.

At this time, he had already reached the stone steps of the mountain gate, only a few feet away from the man with the knife.

Zhang Yuan took a step forward, and the bluestone under his feet exploded. After he passed fifty feet, he reached out and grabbed the hilt of the long sword he had thrown out before, and landed at the mountain gate.

The man with the knife had already rushed to the bottom of the stone steps. He grabbed the hair of the woman whose clothes he had torn earlier with one hand and pressed the blade against her neck.

The woman was naked, her eyes were dead, and her lips were trembling.

"Dong Chenghu."

Zhang Yuan looked down from above, slowly pointing his long sword forward.

"Master Zhang, the righteous man, haha, you've deceived everyone." Dong Chenghu blocked the woman in front of him, pressing the blade against her neck, and slowly stepped back. "You are the real evil demon!"

Dong Chenghu gritted his teeth and stared at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan dragged the knife forward and walked down the stone steps.

His feet stepped into the blood, leaving blood-red footprints.

"No one can stop the person I, Zhang Yuan, want to kill."

Zhang Yuan's voice was cold, as if it came from the abyss.

Dong Chenghu shuddered all over, not daring to look Zhang Yuan in the eye. He pressed the blade in his hand again, cutting a gash on the neck of the captured woman. Blood flowed down her neck, from her exposed chest and abdomen to her abdominal groove, and then dripped down her thighs.

"Come, I'll die with this bitch."

"You're so righteous, what a fucking joke." Dong Chenghu growled while gritting his teeth.

"Okay." Zhang Yuan's voice was low. Dong Chenghu was stunned. Zhang Yuan's blade had already slashed horizontally from the right side, and it was obvious that he wanted to behead him and the captured woman together!
So cruel and indifferent!

Dong Chenghu subconsciously let go of the woman's hair, and his head shifted to the left.

A moment!

Zhang Yuan pulled back the long sword that had been slashing from the right side, and as he twisted his body, it drew an arc and slashed from behind to the left side!

The speed was so fast that Dong Chenghu didn't even have time to dodge.

The blade cut his neck and got stuck in the middle.

Because the blade of the long knife was already against the forehead of the woman he was capturing, leaving a streak of blood.

Zhang Yuan, with his back to Dong Chenghu, let go of the knife in his hand.

The captured woman's legs went limp and she fell to the ground.

Dong Chenghu hugged his neck tightly with both hands, pressed down the long knife, opened his mouth wide, and blood foam spurted out of his mouth.

Dong Chenghu wanted to roar, but the breath from the place where the blade on his neck connected to his throat was spurting with blood and foam, and he couldn't utter a word.

He stretched out his hand to grab but couldn't. Dong Chenghu fell back, his eyes wide open, his chest heaving several times, and then he stopped moving.

Zhang Yuan slowly turned around, stepped forward, grasped the hilt of the knife, and pressed it down, separating Dong Chenghu's head from his body.

After wiping the blood on the blade on Dong Chenghu's body, Zhang Yuan's eyes fell on the face of the woman who was sitting on the ground with her chest and abdomen exposed.

The woman had a dazed look on her face, and the three women on the other side looked similar, lying on the side and shivering.

There is no love in life.

Zhang Yuan knew that these four women would not survive after he left.

Their bodies and minds were wantonly destroyed in the bandit stronghold, and they no longer had the will to live.

Such scenes were also seen in other mountain strongholds that Zhang Yuan had massacred.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand and pressed it on the head of the woman next to him.

A faint trace of Buddha's energy surged out, and the power of the relics revealed a faint golden light, covering the woman's head.

"Stay alive..."

Zhang Yuan spoke softly.

……

When he crossed the river bank, he looked back and saw flames rising from the direction of the cliff.

A smile appeared on his face.

The fact that the four women were willing to set fire to Pingshui Village meant that they chose to live.

Taking big strides forward, the beads of qi and blood and beads of perception fed back by chaos condensed.

What surprised Zhang Yuan was that the relic in his dantian was actually vibrating slightly, becoming more and more pure and golden.

This is a sign that the power of the relic is increasing and being purified.

Is it because of killing bandits or because of saving people?
The legendary merits of Buddhism?
In just this moment of purification, the power in the relic became even stronger, and his physical strength increased by an additional 300 kilograms.

With his current level of cultivation, every slight improvement in his physical strength, combined with his martial arts skills and true energy, makes the combat power he displays terrifying.

The physical body increases strength by 300 kilograms, and with the added true energy, a concentrated martial arts strike can weigh more than 3,000 kilograms!

The value of this relic seemed to be beyond his imagination.

If there is a chance, you can study some Buddhist techniques.

Zhang Yuan returned to Luyang Prefecture. A few days later, a team of Red Scale Army soldiers escorted several large wooden boxes to Yulin Academy.

"Master Tao, the things Brother Yuan wanted have been delivered."

"General Bai Yu asked me to tell him he has some good wine. When are you going to go?"

The young man who spoke was wearing red armor, and his face was full of heroism.

His name is Lu Dingyuan. He is one of the first students in the academy and a classmate of Chen Wu and others. After leaving the academy, he took Zhang Yuan's recommendation letter and joined the Chilin Army. Now he is a centurion in the army.

Master Tao smiled and nodded, looking at the wooden boxes.

Inside the wooden box are ten sets of iron rope pulleys.

What Kong Baitang wants.

"Notify the people in Qingshan Village that the goods have arrived. We will trade with the Kong family in two days."

(End of this chapter)