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Chapter 438 Zhang Yuanzhu: This sword strike was brilliant! All perished (4000)

In an instant, the Green Pagoda was engulfed in a sea of ​​blood, and the old Taoist priest vanished into the sky.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze to the Blood Demon Banner fluttering in his palm, with a seven-story pagoda appearing in the center of the scarlet banner.

Blood-red chains wrapped around the tower, but kept breaking apart, far exceeding the speed at which the blood chains were generated.

The young man narrowed his double pupils, and his blood-stained hand reached out and quickly pressed against the seven-story green pagoda pattern.

At this moment, the Tower of Withering and Flourishing seemed to sense the crisis as well. The tower trembled violently, its layers of blood chains collapsed, and a flag leaped out.

huh~
It transformed into a streak of blue light and vanished rapidly into the horizon.

A hint of regret flashed in Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes as he slowly lowered his raised hand.

The spirit of the Azure Tower remained awake, making suppression too difficult, and he was not given the opportunity to take control.

Various thoughts surged in my mind, then subsided one by one.

A pair of eyes shone with a blue light, and a rich vitality filled his palms, repairing the wounds from the previous battle.

In less than a breath, the flesh began to move, the skin reappeared, and the body was fully restored.

Immediately, he took a step forward and entered a large formation.

The sun hung high in the sky, and the earth was covered with the liquid from the melting of array plates and flags. The array patterns flickered erratically, and the great array could break at any moment.

However, the moment Zhang Yuanzhu appeared, the boundless light and heat emanating from the red sun receded, revealing a young man in a red robe.

The young man had a heroic face, but his eyes revealed a world-weariness that did not match his appearance. He stared blankly at the red-clad figure holding the flag.

After a moment, he sighed:

"It seems that the senior brother from Qingyang Academy and the junior sister from Yiyang Academy are dead."

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, gazing at the red-robed youth, sensing the other's immense magical power and vibrant life force.
Stab it!

The Blood Demon Banner was planted into the earth.

"Besides you, no other cultivators from Qingyangzhai are still alive."

He stepped over the blood-red flag and strode forward, his eyes exceptionally bright, burning with an intense fighting spirit.

The pale lightning pearl hanging from his waist rose up, floated above his head, and burst forth with streaks of lightning.

The young man in the bright red robe remained silent, landed, and faced forward.

"Your Excellency is a great calamity for our lineage. After this battle, I wonder how the senior members of our sect will conduct themselves?"

It seemed like sarcasm, yet also like self-mockery.

The young man in red walked with firm steps, his eyes calming down as he suppressed all his emotions.

"This siege was initiated by Qingyang Academy, with the approval of Yiyang and Hongyang Academies, and then launched."

"Xuan Yang Academy refused, but had no choice but to follow the trend, and did not send a fifth-step expert of the Condensing Fiend Realm to take action."

Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly and chuckled:

"You guys, you've been doing the same thing for a thousand years, ten thousand years."

The young man in the red robe did not respond, his expression calm and undisturbed. Strands of red light burst forth from his body, adhering to his skin like red diamonds.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked amused and continued forward.

A crimson shadow and a red shadow, both traversing the earth, continuously...
near!

near!!
Get closer!!!
Until they touch!

Rumble~
A pale, thunderous sun and a red sun bloomed, then extinguished each other.

Space trembled, tearing open narrow cracks that spread and stretched for hundreds of miles.

Whether it was Zhang Yuanzhu or the youth from Hongyang Academy, they only had eyes for each other and no longer paid attention to the outside world.

kill!

Fists clashed, spells collided, and wills clashed endlessly.

The moment they clashed, the most intense battle had already begun.

An endless gust of wind was generated from where the two clashed, blowing across the vast wilderness and stirring up dust, only to be instantly swept away by an overwhelming force.

Boom~
The great formation exploded, transforming into a sky full of radiant light.

Without the restrictions of the great formation, they could move swiftly across hundreds of miles of rivers and mountains, tearing the earth apart, dissipating the dark clouds, and shattering space wherever they went.

The two fought to the point of madness, blood splattering and falling into the sky.

Rumble~
With a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were being created, the space fell silent.

The two figures faced each other, ten feet apart.

One of them had a pale lightning pearl on his head, his red robes fluttering, his black hair dancing wildly, and his body slender.

One of them had his skin cracked open, his red robe stained with blood, and his expression was complicated.

"Great punches! Great magic!!"

The young man from Hongyang Taoist Academy let his arms hang limply, staring at the crimson figure.

"With a Foundation Establishment level nine, he defeated me in ten moves. Such a feat was unseen before the ages, yet I encountered him, and the lineage encountered him. This is our tribulation."

Cracks spread across his body, his aura rapidly weakened, and his eyes held a solemn and serious expression.
"The Xuan Yang Sect did not participate in the encirclement and attack voluntarily; we forced them to."

A hand wreathed in lightning soared through the sky and pressed against the red-clad youth's forehead, interrupting his words.

bang~
The head and upper body exploded, scattering blood and bones.

The half-corpse collapsed with a thud, lifeless.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained indifferent, withdrawing his hand and flicking the blood from his fingertips.

"You've been talking too much nonsense!"

He slightly turned his body, his gaze passing over the void to look at the middle-aged man in plain clothes who was shrouded in layers of great formations.

At this moment, the sword cultivator also stopped his attack, dissipated his sword energy, and looked up at the outside of the formation.

The swordsman in plain clothes narrowed his eyes, revealing an extreme sharpness, as if he had seen that crimson shadow.

Two gazes met in the sky, one indifferent, the other icy cold.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, do you dare to fight me to the death!"

A roar, like a thunderclap, shook the void and echoed within the formation.

The swordsman's expression was chilling, his heart burning with killing intent. He knew that the other person could definitely hear his challenge.

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on Zhang Yuanzhu's face, tinged with amusement.

He took a step forward, stood in front of the battle flag, and reached out his hand to grip the flagpole.

stab~
The battle flag was drawn and swung with a roar, its fluttering waves seemingly mobilizing the forces of heaven and earth.

At this moment, all the great formations trembled simultaneously.

The array plates shimmered with dazzling light; the patterns were brilliant and mysterious; the array poles swayed and danced, all the great arrays were operating at full power at this moment, squeezing out all the power.

Like stars shining brightly, they surrounded and attacked the middle-aged man in plain clothes.

Regardless of cost or loss, the only goal is to kill the enemy.

The plain-clad swordsman standing at the center of the numerous formations underwent a dramatic change in expression:
"A cowardly scoundrel, capable only of underhanded tricks!"

The longsword was swung, shattering array patterns and radiance, but it was surrounded by even more chains of light.

Once one great formation is broken, the second one will collapse, leaving no chance to catch their breath.

From day to night, after enduring seven self-destructive attacks from the great formations, the middle-aged man in plain clothes leaned on his long sword and gasped for breath amidst the formations.

He gazed at the layers upon layers of the grand formation, his eyes filled with regret and despair, and uttered his final question:
"Zhang Yuanzhu, is the Changhong One Qi Sword in your possession? Have you ever seen any of the Golden Core elders of my Daoist lineage?"

The deep voice traveled across the great formation and reached Chi Ying's ears.

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were deep and unfathomable, a hint of surprise flashing in the depths of his eyes.

The Sword Sect Master who attacked him in the valley has not contacted the Sword Sect. Was he held back by something, or did something unexpected happen?

As for dying from the self-destruction of the Changhong One Qi Sword, that seems unlikely.

He had a vague guess in his mind, but he had no intention of replying.

The battle flag in his hand swayed, and the great formation became increasingly intense. The formation plate, formation flag, and formation patterns began to self-destruct, squeezing out all their power to surround and kill those in plain clothes.

"Sigh~" The middle-aged man sighed, and the special communication stone in his arms fell silent completely, ultimately failing to obtain the information he wanted.

Then let's do everything in our power to kill the traitor.

Holding the sword hilt in one hand, he raised the longsword;
He raised one hand, his knuckles slightly bent, and tapped the sword.

Ding! Snap!

Amidst the clanging of metal, cracks appeared on the sword's blade, and dazzling sword light burst forth from the gaps, more brilliant than the sun.

A sword intent that could shatter everything permeated the great formation, spreading to every tiny corner of the area.

This was a completely different sword intent, sword light, and will from the middle-aged man in plain clothes; it was like a rainbow sword in one breath!
"Heaven-Splitting Sword Intent, Kill!"

The middle-aged man shouted loudly and brandished his long sword.

Boom!

The sword roars like thunder!

Like a glimmer of light in the eternal darkness, tearing through the darkness and illuminating the world.

Countless sword lights soared into the sky, intertwining, colliding, and entangled with each other, evolving into a grand spectacle of endless life and death.

This sword strike is not merely a single strike; its outward ferocity is but the most superficial appearance. Its true essence lies in…
Divine intent within the sword!

Even with just a trace of it, Zhang Yuanzhu felt a chill run through his body, as if his blood, energy, and magical power were about to freeze.

His body trembled slightly, and a surge of blood and qi erupted forth. A beam of blood-red light shot out from his forehead, soaring straight into the sky, shattering the clouds and dissipating the sword intent.

He then made no further movement, his double pupils deep, staring at that sword, at that sword intent!
In that instant, it was as if an endless scroll of time was unfolding before him, and he saw the demonic forces rampaging amidst the ruins, and the sword-wielding cultivators rising up.

I saw the invincible demon army with endless demonic energy, I saw the common people crying and wailing in the midst of endless war, and I saw the Lord of the Sky-Splitting Sword roaring to the sky.

This sword strike embodies the will of the first generation of sword masters of the Sword Sect.

It is destruction, it is rebirth.

It is ancient, it is modern.

It is the spirit of the Sword Sect to slay demons and monsters for thousands of years!
"That sword strike was brilliant."

Zhang Yuanzhu patted his palm and exclaimed in admiration.

"Unfortunately, it's not enough!"

The battle flag in front of him fluttered wildly, then transformed into a blood-red light and vanished into the formation.

The remaining formations, covered in array patterns, began to spontaneously combust one after another, transforming into rows of great suns.

Blood flowed, the great sun transformed into a blood sun, malevolent and demonic, and fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, endless sword light pierced into the great formation.

boom!
Boom! !
Boom! ! !
Amidst the deafening roar, one large array after another tore apart, array patterns were obliterated, array plates were shattered, and array flags were broken.

Within three breaths, all eleven great formations collapsed simultaneously.

The dazzling sword light gradually dissipated.

The swordsman in plain clothes looked unwilling, raising his head to look up, as if trying to see something.
The next moment, it was shrouded in rounds of blood-red suns, and there was no more life.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood with a ruler at his side, savoring the stunning sword strike he had just delivered, muttering to himself:

"The Sky-Splitting Sword, one of the Seven Famous Swords?"

Such sword intent is worthy of the Seven Famous Swords, the swords engraved with the insights and understanding of the sages of the Sword Sect throughout the ages.

Unfortunately, when I first mastered the Changhong One Qi Sword, its spirit was asleep and I was unable to perceive its true sword intent.

As he pondered, the blood-red sun before him dissipated, and the great formations fell silent, disappearing into the distance.

huh~
A streak of blood-red light flashed past and hovered in front of me.

A battle flag stands tall, fluttering in the wind, while a long sword covered in cracks floats and sinks amidst the blood-red light.

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at the longsword with great interest.

The hilt was dark, engraved with simple patterns, and the blade was covered with cracks, like scars, ugly and broken.

He reached out, gently gripped the hilt of the sword, and pulled it close to his face for a closer look.

"A replica of the Heaven-Splitting Sword is extremely valuable."

Two beautiful figures walked side by side from a distance, and within a few steps, they arrived in front of the red-clad figure.

Fa Yan's gaze fell upon the broken sword in the young man's hand.

"The Sky-Splitting Sword and the Rainbow One-Qi Sword are both among the Seven Famous Swords of the Sword Sect. Even if they are imitations, they are still quite remarkable."

"A superior weapon will naturally stand out."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled, lightly tapping the sword hilt with his five fingers. Patterns formed, sealing the longsword, which he then placed into his storage bag.

Standing to the side, Fa Guang recalled the battle just now, his eyes filled with shock, his red lips slightly parted:
"Brother Dao, how can the array you set up detach from the ground and rise into the air? How is that possible?"

She asked repeatedly, even though her heart was filled with disbelief at that moment.

The sudden appearance of the thirty-six great formations just now defied common sense.

At this moment, Fa Yan was also curious and waited for the young man's response.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand, gently grasped the Blood Demon Banner, felt the warmth from his fingertips, and chuckled softly:

"Nothing is impossible. Arrays can be used to form heaven, earth, and nature. All things in heaven and earth can be used as arrays."

He looked at the two bewildered women, raised his hand, and waved the blood-red flag in his palm.

"This is the core of the formation, inscribed with various formation patterns. It is the center of the formation, with the terrain as a secondary factor, so it can be temporarily disengaged."

"Is that so?"

He nodded in agreement, but his shock only intensified.

The principle sounds simple, but it can be put into practice; throughout history, only Brother Dao has achieved this.

"Brother Dao's talent in array formations is by no means inferior to his cultivation."

Fayan clasped his hands together, expressing his feelings.

Zhang Yuanzhu gently waved the battle flag in his hand, collecting all the surrounding bits of flesh, blood, and remains, wiping away the traces of battle, and clearing away the remnants of the formation.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Leize Center had been completely cleaned up.

Red Shadow holds the flag in one hand, gazing southwards, and whispers:

"Now that our enemies are all defeated, it is time for us to depart."

"It's time to go!"

"We will follow Brother Dao's lead and proceed to Tianmengze."

The two women responded, and after a few words, the three of them reached a consensus.

Fa Yan waved his sleeves, and the flying boat appeared in the sky. He leaped up into it.

Zhang Yuanzhu and Fading followed closely behind, boarding the flying boat.

In the next instant, a burst of Buddhist light erupted, and the flying boat shot out.
The three stood side by side at the bow of the boat, with a scarlet battle flag standing behind them.

The wind howled, robes fluttered, and flags burned like fire and blood.

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at the earth beneath his feet as it churned, then looked up to see thick, dark clouds and flashing lightning, which gradually cleared.

They are rapidly moving away from Raize, heading towards a new world.

The young man turned sideways to face the Dharma words, his arm raised, palm facing forward, fingers spread, his expression calm and earnest.
"Inside the Minghuang Palace, my fellow Daoist promised that if you protected me halfway back, you would give me all the Yin and Yang attribute evil energy you possessed. Now..."

"It's time to keep our promise!"

Fa Yan was initially taken aback, but quickly reacted.

She raised her slender hand, took out a stone box from her bosom, and placed it in the young man's palm:
"It was my oversight. On the way back, I should have given the evil aura to you, fellow Daoist, at the Riverbed of the River of Departure."

The woman, with an apologetic expression, pointed to the stone box and said:
"This is the evil energy born from the Yin and Yang calamity. I obtained it from a relic, and it is about one-third of it."

"Once I return to the Southern Desert, I will retrieve the remaining evil energy for you as quickly as possible."

Zhang Yuanzhu gripped the stone box tightly with his five fingers, sensing the life-and-death energy and the Daoist principles of Yin and Yang flowing within it, and lightly touched his forehead.

This is indeed a yin-yang attribute evil energy, just like the evil energy that the other party gave in the Minghuang Palace.

(End of this chapter)