Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 6: Twenty Years of Jianghu Dreams, Ink and Brush Stained the Blue Shirt

Only those at the Xiantian realm could penetrate armor with a single arrow from two hundred steps away.

Master Tao's expression suddenly changed. He took a step forward and thrust his spear forward.

"Bam—"

A long dark blue arrow shot at the tip of his wooden spear, breaking the dagger on the spear tip. The arrow continued to fly, piercing into Master Tao's chest, carrying his body and hitting Zhang Yuan's back.

The sharp arrow pierced through Master Tao's body and then stabbed into Zhang Yuan's back and shoulder, penetrating five inches of his body.

The arrow tip carried such a huge force that Zhang Yuan staggered and almost fell forward.

"Go, go -"

Tao Gongzi, who was shot through the chest and nailed to Zhang Yuan's back, let out a loud cry, blood gushing out of his mouth. He took a step forward and forced his body through the arrow shaft.

There was blood on the arrow shaft.

Zhang Yuan wanted to turn around, but Master Tao grabbed his shoulder with his hand, his palm covered in blood.

"Bring back the brothers' military achievements."

Zhang Yuan held the blood-soaked linen roll, pressed the arrow that pierced his shoulder with one hand, and rushed out of the street.

"For twenty years I have dreamed of the Jianghu, and my writing has stained my shirt with ink."

"Tao Yulin of the Great Qin is here, who will kill me, Yan Gou?"

Behind him, Master Tao's long laughter came.

Master Tao, who was unwilling to be a scholar, wrote down the wishes and military achievements of everyone in the camp.

Mr. Tao is unwilling to finish off the enemy and always suppresses Zhang Yuan by half his body size every time he fights.

Knowing that Zhang Yuan is a ninth-rank official who inherited his father's position, Mr. Tao often tells Zhang Yuan stories about martial arts and tries to seduce him to travel the world with a sword.

Zhang Yuan paused after running more than ten feet away, feeling as if his chest was about to explode.

There is only death. When has Zhang Yuan ever abandoned his comrades in life and death!
Turning around, looking at the figure leaning on the ground with a spear, Zhang Yuan broke the arrow through his shoulder, and the knife in his hand brushed against his back, cutting off half of the arrow shaft.

With a wild roar, he turned around and rushed into the street.

"Chaos, assist in the battle!"

In an instant, countless grids appeared in front of Zhang Yuan's eyes, and the positions of the black-armored Yan army soldiers in front were all detailed in these grids.

Light and shadows of either light red or bright red also appeared above the heads of the soldiers.

Light red can be crushed, red needs to be treated with caution, black and red should be avoided, and mixed black should be escaped.

The blood in his body seemed to be boiling, and the world in front of Zhang Yuan seemed to slow down extremely.

He took three steps forward, using the force of running to slide two feet under his feet, lowered his waist, and dragged the sword straight up.

Step forward and raise the knife.

"when--"

The long knife that was slashing towards Master Tao's shoulder was blocked by Zhang Yuanyang's knife. The deafening sound of weapons clashing rang in his ears, making the seriously injured and dying Master Tao turn his head in confusion.

Zhang Yuan was fully focused at this time. Without sheathing his long sword, he used his waist to exert force and directly hit the front position with his shoulder. He lifted up his long sword and hit the chest of the black-armored Yan army, who was wide open.

Iron fist, close combat.

Zhang Yuan's close combat attack clearly showed that he had mastered the skill. He used half a step of strength to attack like a wild bull.

"Bam—"

The black-armored Yan soldier vomited blood, flew backwards a few feet, and fell to the ground.

The sternum was shattered and the internal organs were damaged.

After a successful strike, Zhang Yuan did not stop, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand straight, and slashed horizontally with the sword.

"Bam—"

The long sword drew an arc and slashed the shield held by the Yan army soldier with a faint red light above his head on the left.

The light red light and shadow represent that this person's cultivation is far inferior to his own.

The sword struck down with a force of at least 500 kilograms.

The Yan soldier holding the shield was shocked all over and staggered back two steps uncontrollably.

This retreat revealed the figures of two soldiers armed with long weapons and bows and crossbows in the rear.

"drink--"

Zhang Yuan let out a low shout, stepped forward with all his strength on his left foot, and charged forward with all his strength.

He rushed forward three feet, raised his right leg, and with the strength of his waist, hit the chest of the black-armored warrior who was holding a long-handled sword and whose blade could not be blocked.

Iron fist, sky-high knee.

"Click——"

There was a sharp sound of the sternum cracking. The black-armored soldier's sternum collapsed instantly, and black blood mixed with internal organs spurted out of his mouth, splattering hotly on Zhang Yuan's head.

The chaotic light screen in Zhang Yuan's mind had turned blood red, and one of the stored blood beads shattered, turning into the blood and energy consumed during his battle.

"kill!"

Standing nearby, the black-armored Yan soldier holding a short crossbow gritted his teeth and shouted, raising his hand and shooting the crossbow arrow at Zhang Yuan.

Three feet.

Zhang Yuan growled like a wild beast, and the blade in his hand turned outward, cutting across his arm.

"Bam—"

"Thorn-"

The crossbow arrow grazed Zhang Yuan's waist, penetrated his leather armor, and brought out a string of blood beads. The foot-long arrow stuck in the broken wall a few feet away.

Zhang Yuan's knife cut open the black-armored soldier's neck, and blood gushed out.

The soldier threw away his crossbow and covered his neck with his hands, but he could not stop the blood from spurting.

Zhang Yuan took a step forward, holding his long sword in reverse, and stabbed it into the shoulder socket of the black-armored Yan soldier who was knocked to the ground by his knee and was struggling to get up.

The blade pierced into the soft part of the shoulder, penetrated the chest cavity, pierced through the heart and lungs, then came out from the back and hit the bluestone slab heavily.

"when--"

The tip of the knife broke and Zhang Yuan's arm went numb from the shock.

The recoil force made Zhang Yuan tremble all over, and the blood-red in front of his eyes slowly faded away.

Looking up, he saw that the only person left in front of him was the soldier holding the shield. The soldier who was killed by his sword had a pale face and was retreating in panic.

Zhang Yuan's eyes were bright and his face was covered in blood. In the eyes of these soldiers who were used to seeing life and death, he looked like a demon.

At the end of the street ahead, a figure with a black light on his head ran towards them.

The one who had just shot an arrow and seriously injured Master Tao, and even had his body pierced through by the arrow, was the one who was at the Xiantian realm!
Zhang Yuan pulled back his sword, kicked the Yan soldier in front of him into the street, then turned around, picked up Master Tao, and ran away.

Two arrows chased after him and hit the broken wooden pillar beside him, piercing through the pillar as thick as a bowl, and the exploded wood chips flew everywhere.

Zhang Yuan turned the corner before the arrow arrived.

Turning the corner, Zhang Yuan saw a dense grid in front of him. He instantly chose the best route and swirled through the ruins.

Over the wall.

Through the alley.

Squatting.

jump.

At least five arrows that could have pierced his body directly shattered just a fraction of a second away from him.

Without Chaos's help, Zhang Yuan would have been shot to death by an arrow.

The long sword had been thrown away long ago, and the arrow wound in his shoulder was bleeding profusely, as was the wound on his waist.

I ran at full speed, and my chest felt as heavy and tearing as if it were filled with lead.

Zhang Yuan didn't dare to stop.

"Zhang, Zhang Yuan, you, you yourself..."

On his back, Master Tao’s voice was weak.

Zhang Yuan ignored it and ran forward with all his strength.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuan's legs went weak and he fell to the ground, and Master Tao on his back also fell out.

"Where is the medical officer? These two brothers are seriously injured!"

"What a good man! He ran back with his comrades on his back."

"This one won't work. An arrow pierced through the chest and lungs, damaging the heart meridian. This was done by someone in the Xiantian realm."

A group of Qin soldiers gathered around.

Several old soldiers came forward to check and sighed softly.

Can't do it?
Zhang Yuan got up from the ground, lay down in front of Master Tao, and pressed his hand on the wound on his chest that had almost drained of blood.

Zhang Yuan pressed down his hand, and a stream of blood gushed out from the wound.

"Cough cough..."

Master Tao opened his eyes, looked at Zhang Yuan, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Zhang, Zhang, Yuan, give me a pain, a good pain..."

(End of this chapter)