Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 585 "Those who offend our Great Qin shall be punished."

Before the screams could even begin, the Black Knights' formation had already unfolded like a fan.

A hundred riders in the front row pressed their broadswords across the horses' necks, while those in the back row advanced in a staggered pattern, their chilling blades precisely slicing across the bandits' throats.

Just as a giant Kun sweeps its tail across a swarm of shrimp, the crimson waves fall silent before they can even surge.

Lei Wanjiao roared and rushed to the front of the green wooden frame. His ghost-headed saber swept up a bloody wind and slashed at the shaft. When the blade was still three feet away from the green wooden carvings, a green chain suddenly appeared.

"clang!"

“Grandmaster…” Lei Wanjiao’s single eye turned violent into fear as he looked at Yin Jiuyou, who stood calmly in front of the carriage.

The layers of Dao power on Yin Jiuyou's body spread out three inches of blood-red color around his body. Isn't this a typical sign of a Grandmaster?

"Grandmaster." On the altar, the burly man with a thick beard on the right whispered, his expression unchanged.

There are three grandmasters here.

The purple-bearded elder at the forefront lightly clenched his fist, and the blood flowing on the battlefield in front of him gathered into a river, pouring into the altar.

In the center of the altar, a blood-red longsword emitted a faint, bloodthirsty light.

In the middle of the battlefield, in front of the wooden cart frame.

The moment Yin Jiuyou's soul chains ensnared Lei Wanjiao's blade, the beaded curtain of the carriage rustled softly.

Luo Hongxiu's scarlet skirt billowed like a karmic lotus in flames, her jade feet shattered ripples in the void, and as her slender fingers gripped Lei Wanjiao's crown, the phantom of the Nine Netherworlds appeared behind her.

Lei Wanjiao's protective aura shattered like an eggshell, and his Xuanxuan Shadow trembled as if it had been torn apart.

This scene terrified him to the extreme.

His second strike, delivered with all his might, was gently bent by Luo Hongxiu's fingers, which held the back of the blade between them.

"Crack!"

The Xuan Tie sword, tempered for sixty years, broke into three pieces. Luo Hongxiu touched its chest with her toes, and Lei Wanjiao, who was sent flying backward, crashed through seven rock pillars and became a blood gourd when it embedded itself in the wall of Duanhun Gorge.

Inside the carriage, Zhang Yuan finally raised his eyes, the scabbard of Qiu Han striking the jade table with a clear and crisp sound.

Upon hearing the sound of the blade, Jin Yuelin, who was leading the charge, changed formation. The black riders regrouped, and the blood-red Qiongqi phantom formed from blood evil spread its wings angrily, carrying the killing aura of the army formation as it crashed into the bandit group.

"boom--"

A blood-red gale shattered the last rays of the setting sun over the Broken Soul Gorge, and the black armor of the three hundred Black Riders solidified into nine intertwined black dragons under the reflection of the blood jade marrow.

Jin Yuelin's sword was pointed diagonally at Lei Wanjiao's throat, and the stagnant blood on the blade outlined the pattern of the stars in the sky.

"My lord, spare my life!" Lei Wanjiao's ghost-headed saber had long since shattered into iron filings, and his centipede-shaped scars twisted like a living creature as he begged for mercy. "The Thirty-Eight Strongholds are willing to offer 100,000 taels of gold—"

Three hundred armored cavalrymen transformed into a blood and flesh millstone, each strike of their iron hooves producing a metallic, resonant sound.

The rear army formation suddenly split into twelve black dragons, spiraling and strangling along the rock wall.

The fleeing bandits were still airborne when they were sliced ​​into three pieces by the crisscrossing longswords.

Its upper body was hanging from the cluster of blood jade crystals, its lower limbs smashed into the head of its companion, and its waist and abdomen were crushed into mincemeat under the horse's hooves.

The warhorses galloped in, and Lei Wanjiao's mangled body convulsed as he fell into the rock face, his single eye bloodshot as he roared, "Even as a ghost—!"

Before the words were even finished, the third wave of black-clad riders swept past in a formation resembling wild geese.

Twelve long-handled swords precisely cleaved into the rock crevices, their blade energy carving out the Big Dipper formation on the basalt, shredding the bandit leader and the ten-zhang-tall mountain rock into a shower of red and white crystal fragments.

"boom!"

Just then, a torrent of warhorses charged in from behind, the sound of twelve dragon-scaled horses crushing his spine echoing against the rock wall, like a heavenly drum pounding the earth's veins.

As the three hundred Xuanjia soldiers swept past like an inky vortex, only half a skull with a gold tooth remained embedded in the flesh, its single eye still fixedly staring at the wooden carriage frame.

The blood-red patterns on the altar suddenly shone like lava, and Elder Yuwen's skull seal in his sleeve emitted a blinding, eerie light: "What a murderous bastard..."

Before the words were finished, a deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing, suddenly echoed through the canyon.

Three hundred black-clad riders reined in their horses and turned around, their iron hooves once again crushing the spines of the fleeing bandits.

"Wedge formation, twisted string."

Jin Yuelin's cold military orders echoed through the canyon, and the surviving bandits realized with shock that their escape route had long been sealed off by the Blood Jade Marrow.

Suddenly, the armored warhorse spread its wings, and the mechanisms beside the saddle rattled as three thousand beams of dark light poured from the black iron crossbow caskets. The poisoned crossbow bolts exploded automatically after piercing the human body, and the bursts of phosphorescent fire transformed the surrounding area into a ghostly realm.

When the sound of arrows piercing the air faded into silence, only phosphorescent flames rose and swirled within a radius of ten thousand feet.

The once bustling battlefield was now reduced to the panting of warhorses.

Ten thousand bandits were all killed!
From the moment Zhang Yuan uttered the word "execute" until now, only a quarter of an hour has passed!

"Reporting to Your Excellency!" Jin Yuelin bowed and clasped his hands, shouting, "All the bandits from the thirty-eight strongholds gathered here have been exterminated."

Three hundred were slaughtered, ten thousand were killed.

Before the carriage, all the soldiers looked up, their eyes fixed on the wooden frame, their gazes filled with eagerness.

At this moment, they were even more nervous than when they were facing ten thousand bandits.

A faint reply came from inside the carriage: "Mm."

Ok.

All the soldiers clenched their fists, their faces flushed.

This is an endorsement from the Marquis of Qingyang.

Everyone in the Black Ice Platform knows that Marquis Qingyang once defeated 20,000 with only 800 men, and beheaded a Grandmaster on the battlefield.

That battle, though described as the rise of Qingyang Marquis, was more accurately described as the revival of the Black Ice Guard.

After that battle, the reputation of the invincible Qin Black Cavalry returned to the people's ears.

"Click——"

The ice beneath Gu Qingzhou's feet shattered, and the surviving youth of the Snow Cloud Sect stared at the winding river of blood on the rock wall, swallowing his shock as his Adam's apple bobbed.

The one-armed boy propped himself up with his broken sword, his body trembling: "So this is the Great Qin..."

The girl in the pale yellow dress trembled slightly as she gazed at the wooden carriage frame and murmured repeatedly, "This is the Great Qin."

The Qin army is invincible!
"Bam—"

The sound of chains snapping echoed from the depths of the canyon. On the altar, Elder Yuwen suddenly laughed and grasped the blood-red hilt of his sword. Ten thousand wronged souls climbed along the spine of the sword, forming a hideous wolf shadow.

A river of blood took shape, and a longsword condensed.

This longsword, forged with the sacrifices of wronged souls, is complete.

"To die under my Blood River Slaughtering Sword, Marquis Qingyang can rest in peace!" Elder Yuwen's demonic sword drew the Blood River back up to the sky.

The three grandmasters' robes fluttered in the wind, and behind them appeared the illusory images of three grotto-heavens: the Yellow Springs, the Sea of ​​Blood, and the Mountain of Bones. The hundred-mile stretch of Blood Jade Marrow was even vaporized into a scarlet mist.

Inside the carriage, Zhang Yuan slowly stood up.

The moment his toes touched the carriage shaft, the battlefield aura lurking within his body erupted with a roar, and a blood-red gale condensed behind him into a golden-winged roc with drooping clouds.

Its wings spread wide, tearing through the hundred-mile-long red mist and revealing the landscape of the Broken Soul Gorge, a place that had remained unseen for countless years.

Sword marks.

Fist mark.

The broken cliffs are weathered by wind and frost.

The pupils of the three grandmasters shrank sharply, and the illusory image of the cave was suppressed by the pure killing intent, causing it to flicker uncertainly.

Elder Yuwen, with his purple beard flowing in the wind, gripped the blood jade sword hilt with his knuckles. The bone mountain behind the burly man with the bushy beard collapsed with a roar, and the Yellow Spring Cave of the withered old man oozed pitch-black demonic blood.

With a clash of energies, Qingyang Hou alone could rival three Grandmasters!
The robes of the three grandmasters on the altar moved without wind.

Elder Yuwen's blood sword in his palm emitted a seven-foot-long crimson light, and where the sword's edge pointed, the wronged souls of 100,000 people who had died unjustly condensed into the Heavenly Wolf Guard battle flag in the river of blood.

Zhang Yuanqiu lightly tapped the carriage shaft with the cold scabbard of his sword.

Upon hearing the sound, the three hundred black riders changed formation. As their cone-shaped arrows turned towards the altar, the phantom of Qiongqi above the army spread its wings angrily, and the resulting gale swirled the blood and mud on the ground into a towering tornado.

"Those who offend our Great Qin shall be punished."

(End of this chapter)