Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 542 Rescuing the Cold Crow Sword Sect on the Order of Marquis Qingyang

Amidst the flying stone chips, the power of the second broken sword mark was activated. The sword energy within surged like the torrent of the Lancang River, shredding the fine steel sword into iron filings and simultaneously tearing the swordsman's right sleeve into strips of cloth.

Staggering backward, the swordsman in green robes looked up and laughed.

Pass.

Exclamations of surprise rippled through the crowd.

To enter the Duan Yue Sect, one only needs to activate the power of a single sword mark.

The person who can trigger a second sword mark must have extremely high talent in sword cultivation.

This swordsman in green robes far surpassed the trial requirements of the Broken Mountain Sect in both cultivation level and sword comprehension.

Not far away, a young man in brocade robes flicked open his gilded folding fan and scoffed, "That's all? If my Bai family's 'Splitting Light and Shadow Technique' were to be unleashed..."

His words abruptly stopped—

A dragon-like tremor emanated from the sword-testing stone ahead. A girl in plain clothes raised a withered branch at an incredible angle, and the accumulated snow on the branch condensed into a three-foot-long ice blade.

When the ice blade touched the third "Mountain Destroyer" mark, the sword-testing stone, forged entirely from extraterrestrial meteorite iron, emitted a bell-like sound. The sword energy, carrying ice crystals, condensed into a three-inch mountain phantom, pressing the snow within a radius of ten feet into an ice mirror!

"A withered branch condenses into a sword spirit!" The elder presiding over the Duan Yue Sect trial revealed a look of surprise. "Since Ancestor Su Changming, no disciple has ever been able to condense a sword spirit during the trial."

"Click."

The withered branch in the girl's hand suddenly cracked, and she staggered to her knees, faint lines of blood seeping from her seven orifices.

The steward of Duan Yue Sect raised his hand, and the sword energy at his fingertips touched her back: "The sword soul is backfiring on your meridians. You're quite stubborn, girl."

His words were full of appreciation.

The other trial participants around her all had changing expressions as they looked at the broken, withered branch in the girl's hand.

Li Sihuan, holding a long sword, tensed up, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.

Seeing his expression, Li Changqi, who was behind him, chuckled and nodded.

Fortunately, Li Sihuan did not lose his composure due to the arrogance displayed by others.

The surging waves of the Great River Sect's Waterfall Trial slammed the seventeenth trial participant into the icy pool, while a loud, hoarse laugh echoed from beneath the other side of the waterfall: "Half an incense stick's time! I made it!"

……

Zhang Yuanli stood at the edge of the square, quietly watching all of this.

At this moment, he seemed to transform into a group of teenagers, a group of test-takers, giving their all and never giving up.

Within his meridians, the surging qi and blood essence flowed like a mighty river.

At this moment, the young man wielding a knife in the courtyard of Dingjia Lane at the Wuwei Yamen of Luyang Prefecture overlapped with the figures before him.

Zhang Yuan's martial arts insights quietly progressed from the peak of the first level of Grandmaster to the second level.

His martial arts cultivation and his inner world slowly closed at this moment.

After the profound mystery, comes freedom!

"Om-"

At the trial site of the Moving Mountain Sect ahead, a bronze cauldron was being lifted up by someone's arms.

"Natural power!"

"To be able to lift 8,000 jin upon first entering the Innate Realm, who is this person?!"

Exclamations of surprise rang out in the square.

The guests all stood up and looked toward the trial site.

Before the gates of the Moving Mountain Sect, Sect Master Yue Cengshan smiled slightly.

"Wang Zhenzhi, the grandson of Wang Yi, the elder of the Moving Mountain Sect, is a 21-year-old innate realm cultivator."

Luo Hongxiu's voice came from behind Zhang Yuan again.

“Yuan Shulong of the Duan Yue Sect, Lü Wenliang of the Dahe Sect, and Wu Meng of the Zhenhai Sect are all vying for the position of core disciple of the Shan Yue Sect.”

"All four sects made secret preparations this time."

"With the ascension of heaven and earth imminent, the four major sects of the mountains are all eager to rely on their core disciples to consolidate their sect's strength and vie for dominance."

Luo Hongxiu paused for a moment before continuing.

"The Zhenhai Sect also brought in martial artists from the Eastern Wei, making two preparations."

"Bai Chen Martial Sect arranged for Feng Dian, an elite he had been secretly cultivating, to bring several young martial artists from the Light Sword Hall. Two of them had already reached the mid-stage of the Innate Realm. Now these people are mixed in with the trial participants."

"They should all have the strength to compete for the status of core disciples of the four sects."

After Luo Hongxiu finished speaking, she glanced at Zhang Yuan in front of her and quietly retreated.

Zhang Yuan's eyes shone with a deep light.

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On Hanya Mountain by the Yuncang River, the 3,600 bluestone steps are soaked with blood.

At the mountain gate, a gilded plaque inscribed with "Swords Resound Through the Nine Heavens" hangs askew in mid-air, with seven bone-piercing arrowheads nailed to its corners. On the third sword platform, Chen Duange, the sect leader of the Cold Crow Sword Sect, supports himself with a broken sword, the bone spur protruding from his left chest drawing away his life force.

With each breath he took, ripples spread out from the true energy and aura surrounding him, a sign that his vital energy was rapidly waning.

"Old ghost Chen, where is your Lonely Shadow Sword Intent on the Cold River?" A faint voice, tinged with mockery, asked.

Chen Duange looked up, his eyes filled with killing intent: "Flying Star Sword Sect, you dare to betray Great Qin..."

Flying Star Sword Sect Elder Feng Buji crushed the roof ornaments, his Meteor Sword reflecting the cold light of the crescent moon: "Betrayal of the Great Qin?"

"It's simply the inevitable trend. The Sword Immortal of Yangtianzhou has swept across the Eastern Territory with his skills, and your Cold Crow Sword Sect dares to disobey him, heh..."

Before he could finish speaking, his longsword had already struck out.

Chen Duango parried with his longsword, his body falling several feet away, vomiting blood clots.

"Quickly save the sect leader—"

Ten zhang away, three disciples of the Cold Crow Sword Sect formed a triangular sword formation and tried to rush over, but were blocked by several black-robed sword cultivators.

"Leave no one alive—" Feng Buji grinned and brandished his sword, as seventy-nine death nails transformed into a meteor shower that enveloped the sword platform.

The Eastern Wei talismans wrapped around the nails ignited with ghostly blue flames, melting the bronze statue of the founder of the Cold Crow Sword Sect into molten iron.

This is a technique of immortality!

Dozens of disciples of the Cold Crow Sword Sect gathered around the edge of the square, their hands trembling as they held their swords.

The enemy, ten times their number, surrounding them, along with the occasional flashes of immortal light, were simply beyond their ability to cope with.

"kill--"

Chen Duange suddenly sprang into action, his broken sword shattering the three-zhang-long snow curtain.

The dying master's vital energy exploded in his meridians, and when the sword blade grazed Feng Buji's ear, the chill it brought froze and shattered the white hair at his temples.

"Click."

The broken sword finally shattered half an inch before Feng Buji's throat.

Chen Duange staggered and knelt down, looking at the broken sword in his hand, which was only a foot long. The frost on the blade was not as cold as the despair in his eyes.

"Old ghost Chen, your Cold Crow Sword Sect is doomed today, I'm telling you."

Feng Buji reached out and touched his ear, the blood on his fingertips making him radiate a murderous aura, and slowly pointed his sword at Chen Duange.

Chen Duange struggled to stand up straight.

Even if he dies, he will die standing up.

"Do you regret intercepting and killing Wei the dog?"

Chen Duange suddenly let out a long shout.

The disciples scattered around the square looked up.

"not regret!"

"not regret!"

The surge of qi and blood and the rising of sword intent.

Feng Buji's face twitched, and he slowly pointed his long sword forward.

"Woo——"

A phoenix cry suddenly echoed from the summit of Cold Crow Mountain.

It's not Fengming.

It's the sound of an arrow!
Seven crimson arrows tore through the clouds, and the swirling phantoms of Vermilion Birds on the arrowheads burned the Flying Star Sword Sect disciples who were blocking the stone steps to ashes.

The second wave of arrows followed closely, piercing precisely between the eyebrows of the Flying Star Sword Sect disciples just as the Eastern Wei runes on their swords began to light up.

What kind of arrow is that?!

"boom--"

The mountain gate archway collapsed with a roar, and nine figures in black armor emerged from the smoke and dust.

The halberd carried by the leading strongman was thicker than the beams and pillars of the main hall of Hanya Mountain, and lava surged in the furrows it plowed as the blade dragged on the ground.

"Dragon, the Dragon Elephant Grandmaster..."

Feng Buji's Meteor Sword began to tremble.

He recognized the patterns on the halberd—

Twenty-three years ago, it was this very halberd that repelled the army of ten thousand Eastern Wei soldiers on the banks of the Canglan River.

Yu Wanjun, Martial Arts Master of the Heavenly Guard!
People from the Heavenly Guard!
A powerful figure from the Great Qin Heavenly Guard has appeared in the Eastern Jianghu!
"By order of the Marquis of Qingyang, head of the Great Qin Heavenly Guard and Martial Guard, we are here to rescue the Cold Crow Sword Sect."

A voice sounded from behind Yu Wanjun.

"Anyone who invades the Cold Crow Sword Sect will be killed without mercy!"

(End of this chapter)