After the spiritual energy was restored: Goddess girlfriends came knocking.

Liu Qingyi drew her sword and darted away, like a streak of lightning cutting through the throng of fighting people.

With each step he approached, his sword aura intensified, unleashing the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages.

The Yinshan deity suddenly turned his head.

Liu Qingyi had already drawn her sword and charged forward, and the two streams of spiritual energy collided violently.

The shockwave sent all the soldiers within a radius of several meters flying, and the two men were sent flying backwards at the same time.

"Liu Qingyi?" Yinshan Huashen licked the blood from the corner of his mouth; he remembered.

"I was the one who spared your life back then."

He grinned. "Young Master Liu, how could you be so ungrateful?"

Liu Qingyi remained silent.

His answer was the second sword.

This sword strike was even faster than the first one, its blade tearing through the air and faintly carrying a trace of dragon energy.

Yinshan Huashen dodged to the side, and the swords clashed again.

This shockwave was even stronger than the previous one, and the sudden surge of dragon energy forced Yinshan Huashen to take a half-step back.

However, there is still a difference between the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm and the later stage.

He is not Jiang Yan either.

In the twentieth round, Liu Qingyi's left shoulder was slashed open by a long sword, leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone.

In the thirtieth round, his lame leg was caught off guard, and his knee was kicked hard.

In the fortieth round, the longsword pierced his right chest.

Liu Qingyi remained expressionless, though a hint of regret flashed in her eyes.

Yinshan Huashen's longsword slashed down once more.

Jiang Yan's sword has arrived.

"Kill one man in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles." Golden sword light shot in from hundreds of feet away, its sword intent as fierce as a rainbow.

The ancestral sword and the longsword collided head-on, exploding with a deafening roar. The shockwave sent all the corpses and rubble within a radius of dozens of feet flying.

The allied soldiers were thrown about by the shockwave, and several of them with lower cultivation levels were directly swept away by the blast.

Jiang Yan held his sword horizontally in front of Liu Qingyi, and with a flick of his left hand, stuffed a pill into Liu Qingyi's mouth.

"Teacher, please step back first." Liu Qingyi didn't speak, but simply nodded as she watched Jiang Yan's retreating figure.

He's too badly injured; staying here would only be a hindrance.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Shouzhou immediately leaped down from the city wall, grabbed Liu Qingyi, and flew back to the city wall.

Yinshan Huashen shook his wrist, which was numb from the shock, and a cruel smile slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Jiang Yan." He licked his lips, a bloodthirsty excitement flashing in his eyes. "I've heard of you. It would be quite interesting if I killed you with my own hands."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already shot out.

The long sword slashed down, its blade flashing and tearing through the air.

The spiritual power of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is as thick as a mountain, and each strike carries the pressure enough to crush a small mountain.

Jiang Yan blocked the blow with his two swords crossed, but was cleaved from mid-air by the blow, his feet leaving two scorch marks dozens of feet long on the ground before he barely stopped.

Not finished yet.

Jiang Yan flipped his left hand, and a pen appeared out of thin air.

The pen tip dragged through the air, and the ink turned into golden light.

"A lone plume of smoke rises straight from the desert, the setting sun hangs round over the long river." The illusory image of the desert spread out between the two, the lone plume of smoke like a pillar, the setting sun like a wheel.

The longsword's momentum crashed into the desert phantom, was worn away by layers of yellow sand, and finally stopped in front of the setting sun, where it was gently bounced back by the golden halo.

Yinshan Huashen frowned.

What are the methods of those pedantic scholars?

Although surprised, he did not stop, and his sword strikes became even more ferocious than before.

Jiang Yan fought and retreated, each sword strike only allowing for passive defense.

The gap between those at the late Nascent Soul stage is still too large.

The defenses were being crushed bit by bit.

His left shoulder, right rib, and thigh were all covered in blood.

The more Yinshan Huashen fought, the more excited he became.

This kid is really strange. He can withstand so many attacks from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage. No one would believe it if you told them.

But that's where it ends.

He raised his longsword high, and the eerie green aura on the blade suddenly surged. He unleashed a full-force attack from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, slashing down at Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan couldn't dodge in time.

But at the moment the blade pierced his body, it seemed as if he had struck something.

A layer of dark golden scales shone from under Jiang Yanyi's clothes.

Dragon scale inner armor.

This dragon scale inner armor was forged from the first reverse scale that Cang Yao shed when she transformed into a dragon.

Since wearing it, it has never been actually used, and even Jiang Yan herself has almost forgotten its existence.

At this moment, it activated itself under the blade of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, forcefully blocking an attack that was powerful enough to pierce through the body.

Yinshan Huashen's pupils suddenly contracted.

"What is that..." Before he could draw his sword, a power dormant deep within Jiang Yan's bloodline was awakened by the reaction of the dragon scale inner armor and began to move.

True dragon bloodline.

A golden dragon-shaped phantom suddenly rose from Jiang Yan's body, clearer than ever before.

With its head held high and scales and claws clearly defined, the dragon's might swept across the entire battlefield like a tidal wave.

Yinshan Huashen was momentarily stunned by the sudden dragon's might. He cultivated evil arts and was inherently afraid of the pure dragon's pressure.

A moment is enough.

Jiang Yan gripped the ancestral sword with both hands, pouring all the surging dragon might and sword intent within his body into the blade.

The ancestral sword emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, resonating with the dragon's might, and ancient golden patterns appeared on its blade.

All the sword intent was compressed onto the sword's edge, condensing into a thin, bright line of light, which was then poured into Yinshan's body as a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Yinshan Huashen's body stiffened, his eyes flashing with resentment, his meridians completely destroyed by the dragon's might.

Even on his deathbed, he couldn't understand how a human could have the blood of a true dragon.

Jiang Yan knelt on one knee, using the ancestral sword to support his body and panting heavily.

The dark golden sheen on the dragon scale inner armor was slowly fading, disappearing back under the garment.

He raised his hand and touched the patch of clothing on his chest that had been pierced by the blade; underneath, the skin was completely unharmed.

Dragon scale inner armor.

Cangyao.

At this moment, cheers erupted from the city walls in an overwhelming roar.

"Chang'an! Chang'an! Chang'an!"

Before Jiang Yan could catch her breath, another Nascent Soul cultivator burst forth from the allied forces.

At the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he tried to take advantage of the situation while the man was exhausted.

The longsword, shrouded in murderous aura, slashed down. Jiang Yan gritted his teeth and dodged, the blade grazing his back and striking the ground, creating a crack dozens of feet long.

"Protect the city lord!" someone shouted from the city wall.

But it was too late; several more Nascent Soul stage auras erupted simultaneously from within the allied forces.

At this moment, all the Nascent Soul cultivators of the four-way allied forces set their sights on the same target.

Take advantage of his weakness and kill him.

Jiang Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up, feeling the dragon's might still surging within him.

Grasping the ancestral sword, a golden dragon-shaped phantom once again coalesced around him.

"Come at me all at once." He coldly looked at the Nascent Soul cultivators who were surrounding him, pointing his sword forward.

Six Nascent Soul cultivators pressed down simultaneously.

Relying on the dragon's might to suppress the demon race, the defenses of the six Nascent Soul cultivators were rendered useless in front of Jiang Yan.

He fought six people alone without being at a disadvantage, and even seized an opening to kill a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

The five Nascent Soul cultivators were so startled that they all retreated in a flash.

On another battlefield, two Void Refinement Demon Clan members exchanged a glance, seized an opportunity to break away from the battlefield, and shot towards Jiang Yan.

But soon, someone blocked their way.

"It's one thing to bully the few with numbers, but to bully the weak with the strong is another." A one-armed swordsman grinned, but there was no smile in his eyes. "Do they really think our human race is helpless?"

At the same time, another cultivator at the Void Refinement stage was also stopped.

An old woman raised her cloudy eyes to look at him, her voice hoarse: "In all my years, I've never seen anyone so shameless."

Jiang Yan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

The dragon's might within him was still surging, and the power of the true dragon's essence blood had not diminished; on the contrary, it burned brighter and brighter during the battle.

He looked up at the Void Refinement cultivators who were being blocked, took a deep breath, gripped his sword tightly, and charged out again.

This time, he specifically targeted early-stage Nascent Soul and Core Formation cultivators who were fighting against the Chang'an army.

Under the suppression of the dragon's might, each sword strike precisely reaped the enemy's main force on the battlefield.

Unrest began to break out within the allied forces.

They watched helplessly as their main fighting force was harvested one by one like prey.

Especially those desperate men from Yinshan, seeing their Nascent Soul and Divine Transformation cultivators leading the charge fall one after another, their frenzied killing intent began to waver.

soon.

The allied forces began to gradually collapse.

Tianlang, unwilling to sacrifice any more lives for Tushan, led a large contingent of the Xuanyu Army in a retreat after circling in the air for a moment.

The madness in the eyes of the desperados of Yinshan was gradually worn away by the encirclement of the Chang'an army.

The allied forces retreated like a receding tide.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the walls of Chang'an.

Jiang Yan stood on the battlefield below the city, a battlefield littered with corpses, leaning on his sword, breathing heavily.

The dragon's might was slowly fading, and the spiritual energy in his dantian was almost exhausted.

He raised his hand and touched the still-warm scale, a look of longing flashing in his eyes.

Cangyao.

Above the clouds, the four Mahayana masters faced off for a moment before ultimately choosing to retreat.

In this battle, Chang'an held its ground.

The cheers from the city walls surged like a tide and lasted for a long time.

Supported by Jiang Shouzhuo, Liu Qingyi's gaze fell on the swaying figure below the city wall, and a smile slowly bloomed on her face.

……

The East Sea, deep within the Dragon Court.

Cang Yao looked up, her gaze piercing through the void, landing in the direction of Chang'an.

Those peach blossom eyes surged with excitement and anticipation unseen for hundreds of years.

She darted out of the bedchamber in a flash.

"Xiaoxiao, I need to go out for a bit." The voice transmitted through the corridor, carrying an barely suppressed urgency.