Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 97: Mountain Sect, the Great River of Boundless Liang Qiyuan!
Guangzhi met Zhang Yuan.

To be honest, he was also tempted by the reward of one thousand taels of gold.

If he had not been with Xiao Tonglin and it was difficult for him to leave, he would have chosen to ambush and kill Zhang Yuan.

Liangyuan Territory has always been cold and bitter, and a thousand taels of gold is a windfall for a strong man in the late Xiantian realm.

Guangzhi should have been happy to see Zhang Yuan.

But at this time, Zhang Yuan was standing in the courtyard, and Guangzhi's expression became solemn.

The fact that Zhang Yuan had the courage and ability to come had already exceeded his imagination.

Guangzhi stuffed the golden box into his arms, shouted softly, stepped forward, and grabbed Zhang Yuan's neck with one hand.

This move was like a tiger pouncing on its prey, with momentum, strength and speed combined. Anyone below the innate realm would instantly stiffen their body and be slaughtered.

They started fighting as soon as they had a disagreement. This big monk from Liangyuanyu really had no mercy in his heart.

Zhang Yuan stood where he was, his expression unchanged. Seeing Guangzhi's hand coming towards him, he raised his right hand and pointed out.

There were illusory images flowing in his mind. The posture of this finger pointing was extremely similar to Gu Pingyao's swordsmanship.

The sword is thrust out, all the strength is concentrated on the tip of the sword, breaking the surface with one point.

There is a saying in the martial arts world that one sword can break all the laws.

This kind of concentration of strength at one point, not to mention breaking all the weapons, can at least break heavy armor like thin paper.

Guangzhi didn't expect that Zhang Yuan would dare to block his palm with his fingers. Murderous intent gathered in his eyes, and his palm hit Zhang Yuan's fingers.

His inherited skills, the training of his own body, especially the cultivation of his hands, far surpassed those of other martial artists.

His palms are not iron palms, but they are better than iron palms.

"Ding--"

When the palms and fingers collided, there was actually a sound of metal colliding.

Zhang Yuan stood still with his arms straight, while Guangzhi's face was distorted, his teeth were bared, and he took several steps back.

He clenched his right fist and twisted it, knowing that his finger bones had been injured.

Looking at Zhang Yuan, Guangzhi's eyes showed fear.

Zhang Yuan's finger was not only extremely powerful, the key was the sharpness and coldness contained in it, like the light of a sword.

"Swordsmanship?"

Guangzhi's blood and energy surged, and he instantly condensed his true energy into qi, which poured into his palms and flowed through his body.

Because he had hidden his position before, he did not use his innate power to kill Zhang Yuan, but unexpectedly he suffered a loss.

The standard of the innate realm is the strength of an ox and innate true essence.

The physical strength exceeds two thousand pounds, and when the innate strength is condensed, every move can generate three thousand to five thousand pounds of strength. This is the combat power of the early stage of the innate realm.

Without Xiantian, it is impossible to resist such a huge force.

In the middle stage of the innate realm, with the blessing of the innate true essence, one strike can have a force of ten thousand pounds.

A force of ten thousand pounds can break fifty pieces of armor. Such a strong man is capable of dominating the world.

As for the late stage of the Innate Realm, it is no longer a measure of strength level, but the refinement and control of the Innate True Essence.

With the strength of nine oxen, the true energy is released.

Most people in the late stage of the Innate Realm no longer care much about the improvement of strength. They are more concerned with the transformation of the innate true energy.

Anyone who can release his true Qi is a senior expert in the late stage of the Xiantian realm.

For a strong person who releases his true essence, the training of strength is already inferior.

No matter how strong your physical strength is, it will be useless if you can't get close.

At this time, black light shone from Guangzhi's palms, his waist pressed down like a tiger or leopard, and his hands stretched forward.

Two black palm prints appeared, condensed with innate true energy, and struck Zhang Yuan in the chest.

The true essence leaves the body and condenses into a shape. This is a true strong man in the late stage of the Innate Realm!
This palm print is different from the previous one. The coldness revealed in it is clearly the cold poison permeating through the true essence.

Legend has it that there is a martial arts iron sand palm technique, which is to condense cold poison in both hands, and with one palm strike, the cold poison penetrates the person's bone marrow.

This powerful Buddhist actually practiced such a sinister technique.

Zhang Yuan stepped forward with his left foot, used his waist to gain leverage, raised his right arm again, and pointed with his fingers.

This time, his fingers did not point out a single line, but rather rolled like a long river, pointing out hundreds of lines of light and shadows.

"Pah——" "Pah——"

The black palm print shattered before the light and shadow, causing the light of the innate true essence to vibrate.

Zhang Yuan shook his head, a look of regret on his face.

After all, he only learned by observing, whether it was Gu Pingyao's swordsmanship or Yang Dingyuan's swordsmanship, he only learned the superficial aspects but not the real essence.

I still haven't fully understood how to use this kind of power.

The innate true energy vibrated, and Guangzhi's face became more gloomy.

Although he has a strong cultivation base, he also knows that he is not considered a top-notch expert in the vicinity of Toyota County.

The old man with a sword and the expert with a gun he met today both made him wary.

If he attracted these people, he couldn't say he could win.

What's more, he couldn't see through Zhang Yuan in front of him, nor could he guess who he belonged to.

With his hands reaching to his lower back, Guangzhi pulled out a pair of cymbals and threw them out.

One cymbal is spinning, and the other is placed across the chest.

At this time, Zhang Yuan no longer had the intention to hone himself with Guangzhi.

The energy involved in the fight here will definitely attract other people.

The cymbals flew towards him, and he turned his body to the left, using the force of his waist to take a step forward.

His waist and horse were aligned, his left hand was loosely supported, and his right hand was still pointing, but this pointing was completely different from the previous sword technique, it was clearly Du Ling's spear-thrusting technique.

Step with the right foot, collapse with the left foot, support and lead with the left hand, and pierce with the right hand like a big bow.

A finger pointed out, bringing with it a whistling sound.

Guangzhi widened his eyes, clenched the cymbal in front of him, and golden light flashed. His true energy gathered, emitting a green halo, blocking Zhang Yuan's fingers.

"Diamond Finger!"

At this time, Guangzhi finally recognized Zhang Yuan's finger with golden light, which was the inherited martial arts of Yuzhao Temple, the Vajra Finger.

"when--"

The golden cymbals shattered with the sound!

Zhang Yuan's palm passed through Guangzhi's arms and rested on Guangzhi's chest.

His clothes remained untouched.

Guangzhi's eyes widened and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Zhang Yuan reached out and took out the golden box from his arms, turned around and disappeared in a flash.

"call out--"

The cymbal that Guangzhi threw flew back and pierced his own chest, as if tearing a piece of thin paper.

The cymbals pierced through his body and stuck in the broken wall behind him, making a buzzing sound.

From Guangzhi's chest, shattered internal organs and blood gushed out.

A figure flew down, his eyes fell on Guangzhi, and when he saw the blood gushing from his chest, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"What a great move!"

Guangzhi's body could no longer support itself and he fell to the ground. He made a few "gurgling" sounds and stopped breathing.

A mighty column of air rose ten feet high.

Death in the Xiantian realm is a reward to heaven and earth.

Outside the desolate courtyard, two figures came running.

When the two men saw the figure standing in the courtyard, they worked in perfect tacit understanding. One of them drew his sword and slashed it down, while the other condensed a green light between his palms and slapped it out.

The sword energy and palm prints were revealed directly.

Two people in the late Xiantian realm!
The figure standing in the yard snorted coldly, and a faint mountain shadow appeared outside his body, and he threw a punch.

"Bam—"

The sword energy and palm prints were all shattered, and the two people who drew the sword and waved the palm fell backwards with solemn expressions.

"The Mountain Sect, the Great River of Infinite Liang Qiyuan!"

(End of this chapter)