Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 239: Tu Xiantian Realm is like a dog
There are countless martial arts techniques and countless fighting skills in the world.

But it is famous for its defense, and is said to be invulnerable to swords and spears, and indestructible. The most famous of them is the Golden Body Skill in Liang Yuanyu.

The Golden Body Technique has been cultivated to the highest level, forming an indestructible golden body, and can fight against the Grandmaster.

In the past, there was a monk in Liangyuan who cultivated the golden body skill. He traveled around Daqin with an indestructible golden body, challenging enemies everywhere and remained undefeated.

Not many people in the Qin Dynasty have seen the Indestructible Golden Body, but legends about the Indestructible Golden Body are everywhere in the Qin Dynasty.

At this time, the flying sword of Zuo Qingfeng, the leader of Qingxuan Taoism, could not break Zhang Yuan's defense within three feet, and he immediately thought of the indestructible golden body.

The attack failed, and Zuo Qingfeng wanted to use the magic formula to retract the flying sword, but saw Zhang Yuan raised his hand and grabbed the tip of the flying sword.

The sword vibrated, but could not escape from Zhang Yuan's hand.

A flying sword of immortality was grasped by the hand and could not move!
Zuo Qingfeng's eyes widened in panic, and he wanted to move, but Zhang Yuan stepped forward and pressed the blade of the long sword in his hand against his chest. The sharp blade pierced into his heart and lungs, making him feel as if all his energy and blood were being drained away.

The blade pierced through Zuo Qingfeng's chest and went straight to his back.

Zuo Qingfeng opened his mouth, blood gushed out of it, and he wanted to speak but couldn't.

He looked up at the talisman floating in the air, a trace of regret and unwillingness on his face.

If it weren't for this talisman, he could have lived freely. Why would he lose his life here?

Above Zhang Yuan’s head, the shadow of the eleventh war elephant pressed down.

Layers of Qi, blood, and true essence were floating around his body.

This was Zhang Yuan's eleventh step. The pressure of the talisman above his head increased again, reaching a level exceeding 500,000 pounds.

Grandmaster.

Only the Grandmaster in the world, and those who have achieved Grandmaster status through the power of their physical bodies, can possess such power.

The masters in the world include the top masters below the masters, and the half-step masters who have mastered the combat power of the masters through secret techniques or means.

There are also pseudo-grandmasters who use secret techniques to control the power of the grandmaster, but do not have the power of the great way.

The reason why everyone dared to fight He Jinquan and Duan Ta in front of the hall just now was because although the two of them had the power of a grandmaster, they were only pseudo-grandmasters and did not have the power of the great way with them.

If one of them was a true master, everyone would have fled long ago.

"Master..." Looking at Zhang Yuan, who remained calm despite the oppression condensed from the war elephants above his head, the leader of the Broken Star Sect muttered to himself with a pale face.

In fact, when Zhang Yuan took the first step, everyone already had the answer in their hearts.

But everyone was betting that Zhang Yuan couldn't take ten steps and couldn't kill Zuo Qingfeng.

"Let's fight—"

On the other side, the green-robed warrior who had previously urged Zhang Yuan to move forward shouted, clenched the sword in his hand, and flew towards Zhang Yuan.

"If he doesn't die, we will all have no chance of survival!"

As he finished speaking, he was only two feet behind Zhang Yuan.

The moment he spoke, Taoist Feng Ting, Zhang Shangke, and Feng Xun all flew forward.

The leader of the Broken Star Sect and the elder of the Flowing Light Sword Sect looked hesitant.

They are different.

The sects behind them were all in Zhengyang County, and they knew what the consequences would be if they attacked a grandmaster from the Zhengyang County government.

In their opinion, Zuo Qingfeng had been stabbed in the chest, and there was no point in fighting here.

"Protect the commander-in-chief--" He Jinquan shouted softly and rushed towards Zhang Yuan.

On the other side, Duan Ta swept the long stick in his hand, forcing away the Xiantian realm cultivator in front of him, and then strode towards Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan stood where he was, turned his head slightly, and looked at the green-robed warrior who was stabbing him with a sword.

Killing intent surged in his eyes, and he swung the flying sword in his left hand directly.

"call out--"

The flying sword spun horizontally and instantly arrived in front of the green-robed warrior.

The speed was too fast, and the green-robed warrior only had time to block his chest with his sword.

"puff--"

The spinning long sword cut the green-robed warrior's waist and abdomen. The sword body whistled and pierced the courtyard wall ten feet away, shattering the wall. With a stream of light, it flew out of the mountains and forests a hundred feet away, and then shattered a piece of rock.

The green-robed warrior's body was knocked sideways by the flying sword, and he fell to the ground. He reached out to cover the bleeding wound at his waist, but the blood spurted out without stopping. As Zhang Yuan swung his sword, He Jinquan had already rushed to his side and punched out. His Qi transformed into an illusory green python, slamming into the chest of Bai Shu, the Qingxuan Daoist elder, who was holding a wooden sword.

Bai Shu's body exploded and scattered.

How could a cultivator like him, who was in the late Xiantian realm and mainly practiced immortal methods, resist the power of a grandmaster?

On the other side, Duan Ta also stopped Zhang Shangke with the long stick in his hand.

Zhang Yuan swung the long sword in his hand, crushing Zuo Qingfeng's heart and lungs, then swung his body horizontally, smashing his body directly at Cai Wen, the elder of Qinghe Wuzong who was rushing forward.

Cai Wen, who had little desire to fight, raised his hand to resist Zuo Qingfeng's body and stepped back, hoping to use the force to escape.

As soon as he moved, Zuo Qingfeng's body hit his palm.

"boom--"

Cai Wen vomited blood instantly, and his whole body was smashed away along with Zuo Qingfeng's body, hitting the courtyard wall ten feet away.

The courtyard wall collapsed, and Zuo Qingfeng and Cai Wen's bodies were broken and buried between the bricks and stones.

Hunting cattle across the mountains.

Penetrating force.

The moment Zhang Yuan threw the knife away from Zuo Qingfeng's body, he slashed horizontally with the long knife.

The white-bearded old man who rushed to him showed horror on his face, and subconsciously raised the long sword in his hand to block the sword in Zhang Yuan's hand.

"Bam—"

Zhang Yuan's sword strike was not only strengthened by the power of the Mingwang Seal behind him, but also by the transfer of power from the eleven war elephants above his head.

This strike of sword exerts a force of nearly one million pounds!
Not to mention a late Xiantian realm master, even a Vajra realm master would not dare to block this sword!

When the two swords touched, the sword in the white-bearded old man's hand shattered into powder, and his arms and spine were shattered into pieces.

Zhang Yuan slashed with his sword, and the old man's body was shattered into a bloody mist!
What a brutal scene!
Feng Xun, who was about to draw his sword towards Zhang Yuan, paused and retreated like a swallow.

He was really scared.

Even as a killer who had killed countless people, he had witnessed countless killings.

But facing Zhang Yuan's brutal killing, his legs would also become weak.

Looking at Feng Xun who was flying backwards like a swallow, Zhang Yuan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he swung the long sword in his hand.

"boom--"

The long sword pierced through the void like thunder and stabbed towards Feng Xun's chest!
The long sword was so fast that it left a shadow, like an illusory dragon!

According to the legend, a powerful Grandmaster could pick a leaf or a flower with a thundering blow!
At this moment, everyone in the square finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

UI.

This swing of the sword was extremely fast and powerful. No one below the Grandmaster could dodge or receive it.

Feng Xun is not a master.

He couldn't dodge it, nor could he catch it.

The long knife pierced his chest, leaving a streak of blood, and flew hundreds of feet away like a meteor.

Feng Xun fell to the ground, his hands and feet twitching, and he finally stopped breathing.

Taoist Feng Ting, holding the jade ruler in his hand, trembled all over and dared not take another step forward.

Across the entire square, several pillars of blood and light representing the fall of powerful innate realm masters intertwined.

The force of Qi and blood feeding back outside Zhang Yuan's body vibrated, and the blood-colored light curtain in his mind floated, and one by one, true essence beads and Qi and blood beads condensed.

A pillar of light shot up into the sky, and the heroes from various counties in the distant mountains could see it clearly.

"One, two, three, four..." The young man who spoke was pale, his mouth trembling, "Tu Xiantian realm is like a dog..."

"Is this the Jianghu?"

This is Jianghu.

Standing on this mountain today, many elites from various counties have had their dreams of becoming a martial artist shattered.

What about dominating the world, riding a horse with a sword in hand, what about heroes and beauties, what about a cup of wine in the rivers and lakes, they are all slaughtered like dogs!

(End of this chapter)