Ming Dynasty: pacifying the rebellion and defending the border, dominating the world

Chapter 204 Chaotic Battle at Jingnian Temple, Substitute Player Online

"Stop them!"

Zhao Min's expression changed slightly. Faced with the menacing crowd, she ultimately couldn't maintain her dominance.

However, if someone observes closely, they can spot the fleeting cunning and coldness in the depths of her eyes amidst her panic.

Almost no fools can reach the level of a terrestrial immortal.

Those who had already witnessed the power of the Heavenly Sword to control life and death naturally wouldn't give Zhao Min the chance to repeat her old tricks. However, this world has no shortage of anything except fools.

As the heroes rose up, several figures had already made their move.

However, just as they approached within fifty paces of Zhao Min, they were horrified to discover that the Evil King Shi Zhixuan and his entourage, who had been forced to their knees by Zhao Min's He Shi Bi jade, simply brushed past them and fled in a frantic manner.

They became pawns used to test and restrain Zhao Min.

Unfortunately, it came to this realization too late.

With a snap of her fingers, Zhao Min summoned Dao Xin, who appeared like a ghost beside them. He simultaneously grabbed the two men with his outstretched arms and dragged them into a self-destruction.

"It's now."

"Where is there a dragon, carrying a bear to roam?" Song Que made a fierce move, cleaving the air with his sword. The sword energy of the fifth strike of the Nine Questions of the Heavenly Sword was like a raging torrent, as continuous as the Yellow River.

"Nine Questions of the Heavenly Blade? Well done!"

Pang Ban, dressed in tattered finery, raised his hand with boundless power, resembling a demon lord who roamed the heavens and earth. His palm force spread three hundred feet and struck out horizontally.

With a single slash and a single palm strike, the intent reached its utmost.

The surrounding crowd was not to be outdone and joined in the attack.

Ning Daoqi's Eight-Pounce Stance is like riding the clouds freely, controlling the qi and flying dragon, pure and empty, between emptiness and reality, without any fixed rules, like a heavenly horse galloping in the sky, the palm force spreads for dozens of feet around, with the force of overwhelming mountains and seas.

"His Holiness, I entrust this to you."

Zhao Min took a half step back, and the imposing figure in front of her, the Red Sun Dharma King, wearing a red inner and yellow lama robe, also shot out, activating the Immortal Law, and formed the "Outer Lion Seal" to meet Ning Daoqi.

"Princess, I will take care of Yan Kuangtu."

Nian Liandan didn't need Zhao Min to speak; he had already volunteered for battle. He possessed the eighteen layers of the Flower Sect's immortal energy and had Zhao Min's blessing of immortality. Perhaps he couldn't defeat Yan Kuangtu.

Nian Liandan was quite confident that she could stall him for a while, or even wear him down.

Zhao Min nodded, "Go!"

"Hahaha, you think you're worthy to be my enemy?" Yan Kuangtu laughed, his hair dancing wildly like an angry lion. As Nian Liandan charged towards him, his aura surged like a raging wave, one layer higher than the next. In an instant, his grandmasterly demeanor, which was as deep as a mountain, exuded an aura of domineering arrogance, and he unleashed a palm strike at Nian Liandan from afar.

"Oh!"

Nian Liandan suddenly parried with her sword, but was sent flying dozens of feet away by the blow.

His swordsmanship was so superb that it defied expectations. His speed was faster than lightning, and his swordsmanship was exquisite. His swordsmanship was so profound that he could be called a grandmaster. Every sword strike he made was as light as a heavy and as light as a light thought.

Unfortunately, Yan Kuangtu did not give him a chance to unleash his power. He crushed Nian Liandan with his domineering internal force, causing her extreme discomfort. She could only suppress the turbulent blood and qi in her body and once again raise her sword to kill Yan Kuangtu.

Zhao Min only glanced at him and knew that Hua Xian Nian Lian Dan was no match for Yan Kuang Tu, but she could still hold him off.

Turning her gaze away, Zhao Min looked at the transvestite in front of her, Li Chimei: "I'll leave the great monk Zhu Fajia to you."

Li Chimei's bright phoenix eyes revealed surprise.

He was Zhu Fajia, who had just entered the realm of terrestrial immortals and had cultivated a celestial physique for over a hundred years.

real or fake?

Unfortunately, Zhao Min's orders were not open to questioning.

Li Chimei sighed inwardly, and could only transform into a ghostly afterimage to kill Zhu Faga.

In a head-on confrontation, he could be killed by Zhu Faga in a single move.

However, Chi Mei, a transgender woman, is no pushover either.

His Heavenly Enchantment Yin Condensation is a secret technique passed down for thousands of years in the outer realms. Its technique is extremely strange and fast, and its speed completely breaks through the limitations of physical ability. Li Chimei's "Heavenly Enchantment Yin Condensation" has reached the highest level of practitioners of this technique throughout history. When the Yin energy condenses, the body is like a light breeze, and one step can move hundreds of feet.

"Amitabha!"

Zhu Fajia clasped his hands together. Although he was not as domineering as Yan Kuangtu, he simply made the Vajra Mudra, like a Vajra Living Buddha walking among humans. When faced with the attacks of the demon Chi Mei, he chose to take them head-on.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
The terrifying sonic booms continued unabated. Looking up, everyone was horrified to see thousands of overlapping afterimages appearing beside Zhu Fajia, a sight that inspired awe.

Zhu Faga, whose physique was already nearing that of a celestial being, was momentarily held back by Li Chimei, who had just entered the realm of terrestrial immortals. However, the gap between them was still terrifyingly large, and everyone knew that if Li Chimei revealed even the slightest flaw, death would be his only fate.

The Purple-Eyed Demon Lord Hua Zha'ao held off the Heavenly Monk.

He was the weakest of Zhao Min's five lackeys, but even the weakest was still a terrestrial immortal. If he couldn't withstand the attack, he could still repel the enemy by self-destruction. For a time, he fought the Heavenly Monk to a standstill by his fearless and life-risking fighting style.

In the blink of an eye, the five people who could protect Zhao Min had all left, but there were still more than ten land immortals and dozens or even hundreds of celestial grandmasters eyeing the thing in her hand.

Zhao Min took in everyone's expressions and smiled knowingly: "What a golden opportunity! Why aren't you all making your move?"

"Mysterious."

"I've come to meet you."

A figure with white hair and beard arrived through the air, wielding a strange blade that slashed down, causing the heavens and earth to change color and a solar eclipse to occur. In an instant, storms, lightning, and earthquakes, among other strange phenomena, appeared.

"Ok?"

The assembled heroes were horrified.

They were all stunned by this earth-shattering scene.

Even Zhu Jinzhen, who was high in the sky, raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked up at the sky. At his and Yan Yimei's height, they could naturally see that the eclipse was fake.

"Is this an unusual phenomenon caused by the refraction of sunlight?" Yan Yimei's surprised voice came, and then she stared at the knife in the old man's hand below: "Your Highness, the knife in his hand is extraordinary."

"That is the Dragon Soul Blade, forged from the Seven-Colored Crystal Mother, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon and merging with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, yet it possesses a certain mystical quality." Zhu Jinzhen revealed its origin, and at the same time recognized the white-haired old man below as either the Evil God Gu Mutian or his junior brother, the Border Elder.

Zhu Jinzhen's gaze swept over the crowd below, and he spotted several 'familiar' faces in the distance.

"It seems this round is even more intense than the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber." A playful look flashed in Zhu Jinzhen's eyes. At the same time, with a thought, he communicated with the 'Heavenly Sword' in Zhao Min's hand remotely, adding another trump card for Zhao Min.

……

Faced with the ancient tree that could easily block out the light of day and trigger a solar eclipse.

Zhao Min dared not be careless, her inner energy surged wildly, ready to fight to the death, when suddenly she heard Zhu Jinzhen's voice in her ear, telling her not to resist.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Min suddenly realized that she had lost control of herself.

Like an observer, watching 'himself' suddenly step forward and appear on the tip of the ancient wood-sharp blade, looking down at him with disdain, as if looking at an ant.

This scene shocked everyone present.

Even Zhu Faga, Ning Daoqi, Song Que, Yan Kuangtu, and others who were locked in combat stopped in shock.

Gu Mutian's previous strike was overwhelming, as if it could cleave the sun and moon, making those below the level of terrestrial immortals feel despair and insignificance. However, in the eyes of these people of the same realm, it was no more powerful than Song Que's Nine Questions of the Heavenly Blade.

They could all see that Gu Mutian's ability to unleash sword energy that stretched for hundreds of feet and caused phenomena such as solar eclipses, wind, rain, and thunder was not due to his own power, but rather to the extraordinary nature of the sword in his hand.

Can……

Everyone knew that Gu Mutian's strike was by no means simple.

If we're talking about taking the hit, or even breaking through it, and enduring it head-on, Yan Kuangtu, Ning Daoqi, Song Que, Shi Zhixuan, Zhu Faga, and others could all do it.

But to make them, like Zhao Min, land directly on the tip of his blade at the height of the Ancient Wood Heavenly Blade's power with such a light, ethereal, yet domineering presence.

None of the people present could do it.

Even... I can't imagine!
"This... is impossible!" Gu Mutian's pupils shrank to pinpoints. He was the first to react and tried to swing the Dragon Soul Blade, but was horrified to find that there seemed to be a ten-thousand-foot mountain suppressing him from the tip of the blade.

Let alone lifting the sword, even shaking it by the slightest bit is a pipe dream.

"The knife is good, but the person wielding it is terrible."

As Zhao Min's cold voice fell, she lightly flicked her toe, sending the horrified Gu Mutian flying hundreds of meters away. As he flew backward, Gu Mutian stared intently at the contempt on that stunningly beautiful face.

Finally, it crashed heavily to the ground some distance away.

His Dragon Soul Blade was also kicked away by Zhao Min, flying into the distance like a streak of light.

In an instant, the Jingnian Temple and its surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

(End of this chapter)