Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 620 The Twentieth Grandmaster of Qin, Number One on the Battle Heaven Ranking, Wu Daoling of Eastern Wei!

"Om-"

The arrows, whistling and wreathed in lightning and flame, shot toward the circular formation.

These crossbow bolts are too powerful for the army to withstand!
This volley of arrows will surely cause heavy casualties among the three thousand soldiers!

Yu Rangcheng's eyes were wide with rage, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

Even a grandmaster wouldn't dare say he could block all of these hundreds of arrows coming at once.

"Run, run—"

Yu Rangcheng waved his arms and roared.

All he could do was order the three thousand patrol soldiers to stop fighting and let as many as they could escape.

"Snapped--"

The scene of arrows shattering and lightning flashing intertwined with the deafening roar.

The first arrow shattered ten zhang in front of the army formation.

"Clap clap-"

The sounds of shattering arrows and the bursts of lightning collided, forming a mountain that blocked the army's formation.

The mountains stretched for thousands of feet, and the general's formation protected them completely.

"Grand Master..."

Yu Rangcheng looked at the figure standing with his hands behind his back in the suspended sky and murmured to himself.

Not a grandmaster.

But he already possesses the power of a Grandmaster.

The Great Elder of the Moving Mountain Sect, Liang Qiyuan, had mountains floating around him, and the vast power of the Great Dao blocked all the lightning and fire crossbow bolts.

"boom--"

The sound of mountains collapsing and the earth splitting open echoed.

Everyone turned around.

"This, how is this possible..."

The soldiers stared wide-eyed as the thousand-foot cliff slowly collapsed.

"Bam—"

The sound of the fist striking resounded.

The collapsing cliffs collapsed even faster.

"And there are Grandmasters too!"

Yu Rangcheng's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in surprise.

To shatter a mountain with a single punch—what immense power!

One by one, the disciples of the Moving Mountain Sect, carrying huge boulders on their backs, stepped onto the shattered cliffs and rushed out of the Falling Eagle Gorge.

There is no more Eagle Falling Gorge...

"Bam—"

More crossbow bolts flew out from the mountain ridge.

"Humph."

With a low hum, a golden bolt of lightning rushed towards the lightning-fire crossbow bolts.

The lightning shattered in the void, transforming into countless beams.

All the lightning bolts that were fired collided with the lightning and turned to ashes.

Lei Hao, the head of the Thunder Demon Suppression Division, dressed in a light gold robe, took a step into the air, and the lightning around him transformed into wings of thunder and fire.

On the other side, an old man with a white beard, dressed in a black martial robe, over ten feet tall, and carrying a large red iron spear, stepped onto the ground.

He is Tie Qianshan, the royal retainer who just punched and shattered the cliff of Yingxia Gorge.

Tie Qianshan was a veteran general of the northern border who later retired and returned to the temple to oversee the affairs of the people.

His cultivation had already broken through to the Grandmaster realm at the Northern Great Wall, and now he has reached the peak of the Breaking Illusion realm.

Tie Qianshan's cultivation is based on the Dao of Qi and Blood Battle Formation. He cultivates the power of a thousand mountains, and each punch carries the immense force of an abyss, comparable to a primordial beast.

Three Grandmasters!
Yu Rangcheng slowly turned his head to look at Luo Hongxiu, who was not far away beside him, with her face covered in golden armor and dressed in red.

Is this the method of the Zhen Tian Division? Is this the backup plan of the Marquis of Qingyang?

What exactly does the Marquis of Qingyang mean?
"kill--"

Liang Qiyuan raised his hand, and the shadow of a mountain condensed in front of him, as he threw a punch.

The mountains stretch across the sky, hanging high above the mountain ridges.

The crossbows in the mountains were shattered by the crushing force of the mountains, and lightning and fire flew everywhere.

Those black-clad assassins, their bodies shrouded in blood, their blood energy flowing in reverse, desperately resisted the illusory mountains pressing down from above.

Liang Qiyuan stood in mid-air, ignoring the struggling, ant-like assassins on the mountain ridge, and looked up into the distance.

"Wu Daoling, the Nine Yang Sword Immortal, dare you challenge me to a duel?!"

Liang Qiyuan's voice resounded for miles, accompanied by howling thunder. Nine Yang Sword Immortal!

Wu Daoling is ranked number one on the Heavenly Ranking!
Yu Rangcheng trembled and turned to look at the three thousand soldiers behind him.

I realized that I and these soldiers were nothing more than bait.

The one Qingyang Marquis is going to deal with is the Nine Yang Sword Immortal!

Using three thousand soldiers as bait, twenty grandmasters surrounded and killed Wu Daoling, the number one on the Heavenly Ranking and the Nine Yang Sword Immortal!

"To have witnessed such a momentous event, even my death would be worthwhile..." With a pale smile on his face, Yu Rangcheng looked up again.

In the distance, towards Tianhai Pass, a mighty sword light soared into the sky!

In that instant, a thousand miles of white mist suddenly rose from the surface of the Yuncang River, and the intense heat emanating from the flying swords beneath the feet of the 800,000 sword cultivators boiled the river water!

From the depths of the sky came the long cry of the golden crow, and the phantom of nine radiant suns pierced through the fierce wind.

Before Wu Daoling's sword light could fall, the thirty-six beacon towers of Donghan County had already spontaneously combusted into towering pillars of fire!
"Click——"

The sound of the Heavenly Dao shattering rang out.

A sword light pierced through the void, and a short-bearded Taoist priest wearing a green robe and walking with his hands behind his back stepped forward, surrounded by a sword light so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at him!
Wu Daoling, the Nine Yang Sword Immortal!

Behind the azure figure, nine sword souls intertwined to form an ancient golden crow, each feather formed from the seal script of the "Nine Yang Sword Manual".

As its wings unfolded, the spiritual fire from the three thousand miles of earth veins was forcibly drawn away and condensed into a heaven-burning furnace above the clouds.

"Insanity."

A soft voice sounded.

A cyan sword blade slashed down from behind Wu Daoling.

Where the sword's edge passed, the void seemed to be left with scorch marks that would never heal.

Dispel illusions.

A connection to the underworld!

This sword strike clearly possesses the power of the netherworld, the Great Dao that connects to the netherworld, and the power to control life and death!
The sword blade slashed down towards Liang Qiyuan, whose aura and qi surged like boiling water, and mountains materialized around him.

Tie Qianshan charged into the mountains, his spear pointing forward, gathering another layer of mountains.

Ahead, lightning gathered in Lei Hao's hands, enveloping the mountain ridge.

The three mountains transformed into a sea of ​​thunder and mountains.

Three grandmasters attacked simultaneously to block Wu Daoling's sword strike!
"boom--"

The sword light cleaved through the sea of ​​lightning, tore apart the mountains, and shattered the mountains surrounding Liang Qiyuan.

The combined power of three grandmasters could not stop Wu Daoling's sword strike!
"when--"

Two longswords blocked the falling blade, and the two longswords retreated.

He held a long spear horizontally, blocking the descending sword.

"boom--"

The sword trembled and retreated. The black-armored giant, who was holding a spear, staggered backward and bumped into Liang Qiyuan. Blood spilled from the corners of their mouths, and they retreated again.

On the other side, Xiao Lingyun, the Supreme Elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect, who was holding a sword, also retreated until he stood next to the black-robed Taoist who was holding a sword in mid-air.

Lei Hao's face turned red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Tie Qianshan fared somewhat better, but his expression also shifted, and the spear in his hand trembled.

Six Grandmasters!
It took the combined power of six grandmasters to block a single sword strike from Wu Daoling, the Nine Yang Sword Immortal.

"Good, good, good."

Wu Daoling, walking with his hands behind his back, laughed loudly, with sword light swirling behind him like the sun in the heavens.

In the distance, the sword intent of 800,000 Sword Sect disciples converged, resonating with him from afar, as if giving rise to endless sword shadows.

"You lot can't stop us—"

Before Wu Daoling could finish speaking, a sword light shot into the sky.

"Lu Tianshu of the Zhen Tian Division requests the guidance of the Nine Yang Sword Immortal."

Above the sky, streaks of light shot out, causing booming and surging clouds.

"Iron Punishment of the Heavenly Suppressor, please enlighten me, Nine Yang Sword Immortal."

"Chu Chaoyang of the Zhen Tian Division requests the guidance of the Nine Yang Sword Immortal."

"Yao Tong of the Zhen Tian Division requests the guidance of the Nine Yang Sword Immortal."

"The Great Qin Dynasty pays homage to the Purple City and requests the Nine Yang Sword Immortal to enlighten us."

"Zheng Qiaoshan, Imperial Guard of the Great Qin Dynasty, requests the guidance of the Nine Yang Sword Immortal."

"Ye Qingshuang of the Imperial Household Department requests guidance from the Nine Yang Sword Immortal."

"Mo Qisha of the Great Qin Dynasty, please enlighten me, Nine Yang Sword Immortal."

……

Twenty figures descended, hovering high in the air, their auras merging with the power of the Great Qin's heaven and earth, transforming into chains of the Great Dao.

The twenty-first Grandmaster of the Qin State, ranked first on the Battle Heaven Ranking, Wu Daoling of the Eastern Wei!

(End of this chapter)