Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 551 The Gift Has Arrived
Yue Chengyun is going to fight personally!
Before the Mountain Moving Sect, the surging power of the Grandmaster stirred up the winds and clouds for miles around.

This is probably the largest gathering of Grandmaster-level experts in the past three hundred years for the Mountain Moving Sect.

"Sect Leader Yue, what a spirit!" Chen Gang of the Xuan Yin Sect lightly drew his sword finger, and a flying sword falling from the clouds sliced ​​off half of the archway.

The techniques of sword cultivators at the Dongxuan Realm are as if the sky were collapsing and falling.

This sword strike, like a gazelle hanging its horns, is exquisitely beautiful.

As expected of a sword cultivator from Yangtian Continent, such skills are rare among sword practitioners of the same level in Yongtian Continent.

The main reason is that, apart from the fact that sword cultivation on Yongtian Continent is not as elegant and graceful as sword immortals on Yangtian Continent who can fly through the air with their swords, most of those above the Dragon Elephant Realm on Yongtian Continent have only broken through in the last two years.

Why was a Grandmaster of the Great Qin Dynasty, a top expert on the Heavenly Ranking, no match for a powerhouse from beyond the realm?
It's just that he hasn't been a Grandmaster for long enough and hasn't accumulated enough experience.

If given enough time, even ten years, the situation will be completely different then.

Chen Gang looked at Yue Cengyun in front of the mountain gate with a contemptuous expression.

"It's a pity that you are just a mere Dragon Elephant. Even if you burn all your essence and blood, you can't withstand a single sword strike from this elder."

He couldn't withstand a single sword strike.

Outside the gates of the Mountain Moving Sect, streams of qi and blood surged and churned.

The combined aura of the four Grandmasters and three Half-Step Grandmasters, the innate true essence of dozens of late-stage Innate Realm cultivators and over a hundred mid-stage Innate Realm cultivators, along with the disciples of the Innate Realm and Acquired Realm, all clenched their fists, gritted their teeth, and looked up.

"Then this sect leader will give it a try—"

Before Yue Cengyun could finish speaking, a bell rang out.

"Boom-"

The entire Qisong Mountain trembled, and the clouds and snow seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force.

The Zhenyue Bell suddenly rang, its sound waves carrying with them the qi and blood energy in front of the mountain gate, soaring into the sky.

The dragon veins that had been sleeping at the bottom of the Yuncang River seemed to have been awakened, and the hundred-mile-long ice surface shattered into scattered stars.

The grand momentum of the mountains, the grandmaster gathers his strength!
Zhang Yuan looked up, a smile appearing on his face.

Three years ago, he first encountered the power of a Grandmaster in Fengtian County, and it was in a similar scene.

The Yellow River is boundless, Liang Qiyuan.

Everyone turned their heads and looked towards the direction of Qisong Mountain.

From deep within the mountain came the roar of breaking chains, and a hunched figure trudged through the snow to the rhythm of "The Song of the Canglang Sword".

With white hair and a long beard, his figure was as upright as a drawn sword, and the shadow of a long river behind him surged and churned, gathering the power of the cave.

If this isn't the strongest member of the Moving Mountain Sect, then who is Elder Liang Qiyuan?
Taking long strides, Liang Qiyuan arrived at the mountain gate in just a few breaths.

His white beard and hair billowed wildly in the gale, and when Liang Qiyuan landed on the waves, not a single snowflake touched the hem of his Taoist robe.

Nine illusory figures of mountain-moving warriors solidified into towering mountains behind them, each step causing a three-zhang-wide whirlpool to rise on the surface of the Yun Cang River.

The Grandmaster of the Mysterious Cave, the Shadow of the Cave Heaven!
In front of the mountain gate, the old man picked up the long sword that the outer disciple had dropped with his withered right hand, raised his hand and swung it, and when the sword touched the ground, nine blue lotuses bloomed on the frozen soil.

"This battle."

"I took it."

I accepted it.

As his voice fell, the nine azure lotuses he unleashed with his sword exploded, shattering the Grandmaster-level power that had been crashing against the Mountain Moving Sect's gate, causing the clouds to surge and churn.

Gathering the power of a single sword, it can cleave mountains and topple the heavens.

Liang Qiyuan's sword strike could kill a Dongxuan!

Outside the mountain gate, a fierce wind raged, yet silence fell for a moment.

"Young friend, your mountain-like strength has become increasingly refined." Liang Qiyuan slowly turned around, looked at Zhang Yuan, and said with emotion, "I knew you were extraordinary back then, but I never dared to imagine..."

He is the head of the Zhen Tian Division and the Wu Yu Division, and the Marquis of Qingyang.

If Liang Qiyuan had known of Zhang Yuan's achievements three years ago, he would have recruited Zhang Yuan into the Mountain Sect, even if it meant violating ancestral precepts. How could Liang Qiyuan not be filled with emotion upon seeing Zhang Yuan again now?
"I will always remember the kindness of my seniors in teaching me."

Zhang Yuan cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his expression solemn.

It was Yu Lin's Mountain Fist technique that allowed Zhang Yuan to see a wider world.

It was Liang Qiyuan's masterful demeanor that made Zhang Yuan realize the profoundness of the master level.

On the path of martial arts cultivation, Liang Qiyuan was one of Zhang Yuan's guides, and Zhang Yuan would repay this kindness.

The kindness of teaching me!

Zhang Yuan's words made everyone in front of the mountain gate look up, their faces showing astonishment.

Is Zhang Yuan here because of Liang Qiyuan?

"I knew it! How could someone as talented as Brother Zhang be an ordinary person..." Li Sihuan murmured softly on the bluestone square, letting out a long sigh.

Elder Sun Zhentang of Baichen Martial Sect narrowed his eyes, a faint chill emanating from them.

Beside him, Elder Crescent Moon Sword Tomb, surrounded by swirling sword light, took a small step forward.

The elder of Zhenhai Sect, Ke Shaohong, revealed a cold and stern expression.

I thought that after Zhenhai Sect seized power from the four sects, it could recruit a future prodigy. But now it seems that this prodigy is destined to have no connection with Zhenhai Sect!

"hold head high--"

The mountain gate archway trembled, and Elder Wu Canghai of the Zhenhai Sect waved his sleeves, causing the Overturning Sea Qi to transform into seven poisonous dragons that pounced.

Liang Qiyuan lightly pressed his left palm into the air, and the poisonous dragon froze into an ice sculpture before it could even touch his Daoist robe: "Does the Zhenhai Sect intend to fight one-on-one, or do you all attack together?"

Go together?

The three Yangtianzhou Dongxuan sword cultivators, suspended in mid-air, exchanged glances, chuckled, and shook their heads.

Any one of the three of them could confidently say they would defeat Liang Qiyuan.

"Heh, Elder Liang, your dantian injury is incurable for life, yet you dare to come out to die today. I truly don't know you—"

Before Elder Sun Zhentang of Baichen Martial Sect could finish speaking, a loud booming sound suddenly came from the opposite bank of the Yuncang River.

Zhang Yuan turned his head, a slight smile appearing on his face.

"Elder Liang, please wait a moment before we continue the battle. I, Zhang, will first present a small gift to the Mountain Sect."

As soon as he finished speaking, the neighing of warhorses echoed from the opposite bank of the Yuncang River.

Seventy-two dragon-blooded steeds shattered the ice surface, and the baleful aura of the black flags of the Heavenly Guardian on their saddles swept across the river, transforming into a crimson road.

Iron-blooded dragon riders, black flags unfurled!
Before the warhorses even arrived, the bloodthirsty intent was already surging to the heavens.

"Playing tricks!" Elder Canyue Sword Tomb was about to draw his sword when he suddenly felt a slight chill in his throat—Luo Hongxiu, with a calm expression, appeared beside him at some point, pressing her fingers forward.

The falling snowflakes solidified into ice spikes, precisely pressing against the neck of Elder Cangyue Sword Tomb.

No one could tell when Luo Hongxiu arrived!

A murmur rippled through the square!
On the viewing platform, Duan Yun of the Qingyun Sword Sect cracked his teacup with a "crack": "Snowflakes condense into swords... This is cultivating martial arts combat techniques to the point where everything can be a weapon!"

"When did such a monster appear in the Eastern Territory..." The elder of the Great River Sect staggered and knocked over the table, his eyes filled with horror.

Wu Canghai's expression was solemn, while Chen Gang and the other two sword cultivators, who were suspended in mid-air, all had sharp glints in their eyes.

Even they didn't notice when Luo Hongxiu arrived!

A series of gazes slowly turned to Zhang Yuan in the square.

"The gift has arrived," Zhang Yuan suddenly chuckled.

A hundred-foot-high curtain of water erupted on the river, and the twelve black iron ships were torn into iron filings by an invisible force.

The Zhenhai disciples who were forming an array on the deck were horrified to discover that their blood and qi had frozen when they fell onto the ice.

The river wind, carrying a biting chill, rushed into the mountain gate, and the iron hooves of seventy-two dragon-blooded steeds crushed the ice!
(End of this chapter)