The Great Qin: Starting with marrying Jingni, I began my quest for immortality.

At the same time, Jiang Chuan extended his longsword in his right hand, easily blocking the sword swung by the attacker.

"The Tiger Soul shines again, and the world is crowned with its glory. But the name Tiger Soul alone does not qualify a sword to be crowned with glory."

Jiang Chuan spoke calmly, having recognized the man the moment he appeared.

Tian Hu, the one in "Tian You Meng Hu" (田有猛虎), is the head of the Chi You Hall of the Farmer Clan. At this moment, he appears much younger than in the original story when he had both eyes.

Among the six hall masters of the Farmer's Clan, he and his elder brother Tian Meng were both extremely powerful.

More importantly, they were members of the Tian clan.

The Tian family is deeply rooted in the farming community and has occupied half of the hall master positions for generations.

The current leader of the chivalrous clan, Tian Guang, is a member of the Tian family.

Perhaps it is for this reason that Tian Hu is here today, to carry out the mission assigned by Tian Guang to surround and kill the leader of the Mo family.

"Whether you are qualified to be called emperor is not up to you to decide." Tian Hu was somewhat surprised that the other party knew about the sword in his hand. He then spoke, and a powerful force surged from his hand. He took the initiative to break away from the entanglement with Jiang Chuan. Then, he touched the ground with his toes, his body suddenly retreated, and his wrist rotated. He raised the Tiger Soul Sword high. In an instant, the sword light curved sharply, turned back, rose higher, and cleaved through the air!

A ferocious tiger roared as it hurtled towards Jiangchuan.

Jiang Chuan's expression remained unchanged.

"cut!"

His sword made only a light slash, lacking the terrifying momentum of Tian Hu's sword strike. However, the fierce tiger image that Tian Hu had unleashed was instantly shattered by this seemingly ordinary sword strike.

A faint sword light also approached Tian Hu.

Tian Guang kept swinging the Tiger Soul Sword in his hand, but he still couldn't defend against this sword light.

I've tried to cancel, and then I have to cancel again!

Chapter 357 One Sword Breaks the Army

However, just as Tian Hu began to consider retreating, he suddenly realized that he had no way to escape.

This ordinary sword light clung to my bones like a maggot, following me like a shadow.

No matter where he hid, the sword light remained firmly locked onto him, making it difficult for him to escape.

It was as if his aura was already connected with this sword light.

The sword light followed his aura, staying close to him.

"How could such a thing happen?"

Tian Hu was terrified, but he was not a weak person.

The reason they retreated earlier was simply because they saw how fierce the sword strike was.

Realizing that he could not dodge the sword strike, Tian Hu immediately swung his sword, preparing to meet it head-on.

Each of the six halls in a farmer's house has its own strengths.

Shennong Hall excels in medicine, Gonggong Hall excels in palm techniques, and Chiyou Hall excels in swordsmanship. Chiyou was once the master of weapons, and the sword is the king of all weapons. Tian Hu, as the swordsman of Chiyou Hall, wields the Tiger Soul Sword, the weapon that Chiyou once held. Although this sword is not ranked very high in Feng Hu Zi's sword manual, it is still described as sharp and domineering.

Tian Hu brandished his sword, releasing an aura of domineering power.

In an instant, the tiger's shadow reappeared beneath his sword.

The Tiger Soul Sword seems to truly contain the soul of a tiger.

The tiger roared.

Once again, he met Jiang Chuan's sword light.

"break!"

Jiang Chuan spoke calmly from a considerable distance, and his sword light immediately dissipated, turning into countless tiny sword energies. The tiger's phantom was instantly shattered by these sword energies.

Tian Hu released his powerful internal energy, condensing it into a protective aura around his body. However, it was of no use against this sword energy.

Tian Hu's figure was like a duckweed in the wind, a lone boat on the sea. For the first time in his life, he felt his own weakness and powerlessness.

It was just one sword strike.

I never imagined I'd end up like this.

Tian Hu's face was very pale, his body was trembling, he could not accept this result, yet he had no choice but to try to deal with the current predicament.

While Jiang Chuan and Tian Hu were clashing, many disciples of the Farmer's School were not idle either. After forming the Twenty-Four Earthly Branches, they charged towards Jiang Chuan one after another.

The spring breeze is mighty, the summer sun is magnificent, the autumn frost is biting, and the winter is desolate and cold.

Four forces converged.

At first it was relatively mild, but as time went on, the murderous aura became increasingly intense, as if it had materialized.

Although the Mohist leaders did not directly face the peasants' siege, they still felt the terrifying killing intent.

They looked ugly.

They were initially delighted that Jiang Chuan had blocked so many people, but now they were starting to worry about him.

The skilled farmers have already made their move and are meeting Jiang Chuan head-on.

When Jiang Chuan faces the experts from the Farmer School, will he still have enough strength to withstand the combined attack of these Farmer School members?

Jiang Chuan quickly gave them an answer.

He held the sword in front of him.

Divine power was imbued into the sword's edge.

In his mind, the image of Ru Shuang using that sword for the first time in front of him echoed.

At that time, because of his own weakness, just as he was about to unleash that sword strike, his blood and qi surged due to the huge backlash.

Now that his strength and realm have reached this point...

Once he unleashed that sword strike, there was no longer any burden for him.

Furthermore, with his own insights added to the swordplay, Jiang Chuan's sword strike had already surpassed the nameless strike of the past, reaching a new level.

A sword was swung out.

Time seemed to slow down dramatically at that moment.

Everyone's thoughts froze for a moment.

The space itself seemed to freeze, as if a Taoist master were performing the Taoist art of "the world loses its color." In an instant, the world lost all its color, and everyone felt as if they were stuck in a quagmire, unable to move.

However, time was frozen, and space was solidified.

Everyone was still conscious.

After a brief moment of mental blankness, they came to their senses and saw a dazzling sword light enter their eyes.

This was the most brilliant sword strike they had ever witnessed in their lives.

Like the ephemeral bloom of the night-blooming cereus, which fades in an instant.

Under this sword light, their lives vanished one by one.

After the sword light dissipated...

One after another, figures fell to the ground, and a thin line of blood appeared on their throats, spurting out scarlet blood.

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A rough count revealed that nearly a hundred people had died.

The farmers mobilized several hundred people in total, forming the Twenty-Four Earthly Branches. It seemed like they were making a mountain out of a molehill, considering their opponents were only a handful of people.

However, after this scene unfolded, many people realized that this was not an overreaction.

In fact, they underestimated the strength of their opponent from the very beginning.

In an instant, he killed nearly a hundred people.

What a terrifying thing this is!

With the killing of nearly a hundred people, the Farmer's Earthly Branch Twenty-Four also immediately collapsed.

Because one of the four seasons is missing.

This means that the cycle of the four seasons has completely ceased to exist.

"Dare you!"

Upon witnessing this scene, both Tian Hu, who was still desperately resisting the vast sword energy released by Jiang Chuan, and the burly man who had been watching from the rear without making any move, were extremely angry.

..... ..... ...

The burly man in particular was furious and could no longer control himself.

He had previously thought these Mohists were like turtles in a barrel, with only death awaiting them. But now he discovered that their strength was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

One sword kills a hundred men.

Do farming families have such skilled individuals?

He wasn't sure, but he knew he had to take action.

The man immediately drew out a broad, crimson longsword.