Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 558 Zhang Qingyang, even if I die, I will still shatter you, you cowardly rat hiding your head and tail!
Suddenly, a ten-zhang-high wall of water rose from the river surface. Yuwen Jue's sword sheath shattered Yu Wanjun's coiled dragon halberd, and the force of the recoil caused the tiger's mouth of the Zhen Tian Si official to explode.

But instead of retreating, Yu Wanjun advanced, using the momentum of his backward flight to smash through the deck of the second warship—

Twenty Immortal-Slaying Crossbows, brimming with thunderous power, are hidden there!
"put!"

As Yu Wanjun roared, his blood stained with blood, seven hundred black iron chains wrapped with lightning patterns shot out from the reefs on both sides of the river.

The chain ended not in the anchor, but in the form of a giant spirit guard covered in water-repelling talismans—

These Bone Forging Realm warriors used their bodies as stakes to trap Yuwen Jue in the middle of the river.

"boom!"

Yuwen Jue finally drew his sword. The moment the nine-ringed golden sword was unsheathed, the wreckage of warships that had been submerged at the bottom of the river for two hundred years shot into the sky.

The blade energy, carrying with it the rusted iron armor, formed a storm that swept up the first hundred Zhuxian Guards who rushed forward.

Luo Hongxiu's figure appeared and disappeared in the blood mist, and the silver-scaled blade cut a three-inch wound on Yuwen Jue's left shoulder.

The commander of the Execution Bureau, whose temples were adorned with a bluish snake-shaped tattoo, said, "The protective purple aura of the Blade Master is slightly weaker than it was three years ago."

"Insolence!" Yuwen Jue's eyes widened in anger, and the vortex created by the swirling blade sliced ​​the cargo ship where Luo Hongxiu had just stood into pieces of wood.

But he didn't notice the iron box floating in the vortex—it was the three thousand Soul-Devouring Spider Eggs that Spider Lady had laid out in advance!
When the seventh purple aura was devoured by the Soul-Devouring Spider, Yuwen Jue finally revealed a weakness.

Lei Hao's nine-section whip wrapped around his right wrist, Yu Wanjun's coiled dragon halberd pierced his left knee, and Yin Jiuyou's bone-piercing nail sealed thirteen major acupoints.

The river was covered with burning fragments of talisman armor, as if paving the way for the fall of a grandmaster.

"What a well-planned ambush from all sides." Chu Chaoyang threw the white pieces into the chess basket. "The Immortal-Slaying Crossbow breaks through the aura, the Giant Spirit locks the meridians, the Soul-Devouring Qi is devoured, and finally the Jianghu Sword Formation is used to close the net—Lord Marquis, you are giving the heroes of the Eastern Territory a tremendous achievement."

As if to confirm his words, the thirty-six disciples of the Cold Crow Sword Sect formed the "Star River Waterfall Formation," and sword energy tore open a bone-deep wound on Yuwen Jue's back.

Chen Duange laughed heartily, "Being able to leave a mark on a Grandmaster is enough for me to boast about for three hundred years!"

The seven elders of the Qingyun Sword Sect arrived riding on sword boxes, and a grotto appeared behind Liang Qiyuan. The martial artists from the Eastern Border who had been watching from the city walls could no longer wait.

To besiege and kill a Grandmaster is an incredible feat. If we don't act now, when will we?
Yuwen Jue roared to the sky, and the Nine-Ringed Golden Blade suddenly shattered into pieces. The violent blade energy blasted a vacuum ten feet deep into the middle of the river.

Using the recoil, the grandmaster transformed into a purple rainbow and fled towards the estuary, the blood droplets he left along the way staining the river red for a hundred miles.

"Chase!"

Yu Wanjun wiped the blood off his face and was about to give chase.

“No need.” Zhang Yuan lifted the carriage curtain and looked at the blood-red river. “What I want is for him to escape down the river—send an order to the martial arts world of the Eastern Territory: whoever cuts down even a single scale of Zi Hong’s armor will be rewarded with a martial arts manual from the Zhen Tian Si’s collection.”

Looking at the boiling river, Chu Chaoyang sighed, "After this battle, the three million martial artists in the Eastern Territory are all sharp swords in the hands of the Marquis."

He lightly tapped the chessboard with his finger, watching the large dragon coiled around it, now a trapped beast.

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Thirty miles downstream of the Yuncang River, where the purple rainbow that Yuwen Jue transformed into swept across, the river surface froze into a winding ice path.

Behind him, countless figures raced after him.

From the highest realm of Dongxuan Xiaoyao, where the shadows of Qi and Sha swirl and linger, to the lowest realm of Xiantian and Houtian, where Qi and blood surge and churn.

All the figures were running wildly.

They are hunting down a Grandmaster.

“This is the eighth one.” Inside the wooden carriage, Chu Chaoyang looked out the window. “The Cold Crow Sword Sect’s ‘Star River Waterfall Formation’ has held us off for a moment.”

Jiang Feng lifted the carriage curtain, and Zhang Yuan looked at the ice shards floating on the river and chuckled, "Chen Duange broke three ribs in exchange for a wisp of his sword energy entering his body. It's worth it."

Behind the rocks on the shore, Chen Duange coughed up blood as he plunged his purple-stained broken sword into the ice. The sword formation formed by his thirty-six disciples behind him had already collapsed. "This injury is enough to buy me three Bone Tempering Pills, isn't it?" Chen Duange laughed, looking at his disciples behind him. "You little bastards, I'm risking my life for you."

He turned to look at the river, at the countless martial artists and the tightly packed, layered army of the Zhen Tian Si, his eyes filled with emotion.

"This is my Great Qin..."

Ten miles away, the seventh elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect stood in mid-air, stepping on his sword case.

Elder Li Tingyun's longsword emitted a sword light that hung like an upside-down moon, its sword energy resonating with the hidden stakes at the bottom of the river: "Activate the formation!"

Three thousand green bamboo swords rose into the sky from the dense forests on both sides of the river, weaving a green sword net along the path Yuwen Jue was bound to take.

The moment the sword energy touched Zi Hong, all seven elders vomited blood, but the shattered fragments of the bamboo sword had already left fine marks on the dragon's reverse scale.

"Qingyun Sword Sect, hold the enemy off for thirty breaths." Chu Chaoyang placed a chess piece on the chessboard. "The next move is the Dragon-Trapping Nail at Bailuwu."

Zhang Yuan's fingertip held the chess piece suspended without it falling: "That's enough."

Nine waterspouts suddenly erupted in the middle of the river, Yuwen Jue's purple robe was soaked in icy water, and only five of the nine rings of his golden sword remained.

"kill--"

With a long shout, Yuwen Jue flew away.

He had to leave; even a grandmaster has his limits.

……

The morning mist in Luoyue Gorge was stained pale red with blood.

“The forty-seventh wave.” Chu Chaoyang swept away the ice shards on the chessboard with his sleeve. “The Iron Sword Sect used poisonous miasma to damage 30% of his eyesight, but he can exchange it for the first three moves of the Canglang Sword Song.”

The black iron coffin floating on the river suddenly exploded, and twelve bronze puppets rushed out from the vortex cleaved by Yuwen Jue's sword energy—these were the substitute puppets hastily made by Tiangongfang using Zhang Yuansong's "Moving Mountain Refining Record".

"kill--"

A furious roar erupted from the purple rainbow, and the blade energy shredded the puppet into pieces.

But from the flying bronze fragments, three thousand fine needles shot out, their ends coated with the Soul-Devouring Powder specially made by the Spider Lady.

Cheers erupted from the dense forest on the shore. An elder of the Five Poisons Sect, holding a jade bottle filled with purple blood, laughed maniacally: "I've drawn the blood of a dragon!"

At noon, Yuwen Jue crashed into the lightning and fire array that Bailuwu had set up.

The Zhenhai Sect outcasts, who were lying in ambush, detonated their dantian with bloodshot eyes, blasting the three golden rings on Yuwen Jue's longsword into dust.

Only in this way can the Zhenhai Sect be passed down without interruption.

"Lord Marquis, his protective purple aura is less than 30% complete." Yin Jiuyou emerged from the shadows, the nine dragon souls in his Soul Refining Lamp wailing in agony.

The Dragon's Nest suddenly fell silent in the twilight.

The martial artists of the Eastern Territory, who had already gone berserk, now looked at the Grandmaster standing on the great river with only flames rising in their eyes.

That was a burning flame of desire to hunt, to achieve military merit, and to become famous in a single battle.

The ice dragon that Yuwen Jue was riding on shattered into crystal dust at the mouth of the sea. The grandmaster turned his head to look at the wooden carriage that was always neither too close nor too far away on the riverbank.

Thirteen lines of defense from the martial world burned fiercely behind him, as if laying a blood-red carpet for the carriage.

"Zhang Qingyang!" The purple rainbow surged back like a meteor, and the nine-headed dragon shadow reappeared on the broken golden sword. "Even if I die, I will shatter you, you cowardly rat!"

(End of this chapter)