Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 621 What is the Marquis of Qingyang's plan?

In the distance, a beam of sword light, carrying immense power, roared towards them.

Meng Haoran, a scholar who cultivates both Confucianism and swordsmanship.

In the mountains behind, Yao Baiyue looked up, her face showing a bit of a daze.

"Twenty Grandmasters."

"Their target is Wu Daoling!"

Nine gaps appeared in the sky, echoing the cries of golden crows, and the trajectory drawn by Wu Daoling's two fingers and sword actually solidified into a tangible galaxy.

The torrent of sword intent, chanted in unison by 800,000 sword cultivators, condensed behind them into crimson golden crow wings that stretched for thousands of miles.

Each feather on these wings is engraved with the Heaven-Burning Inscription of the Nine Yang Sword Manual.

The inscriptions intertwine, and each streak of crimson light falls like stars scattered from the sky.

"Form the Nine Palaces Demon-Subduing Formation!"

With a roar, Lu Tianchu unleashed the Twenty-Eight Mansions Star Chart, and seven dazzling beams of light instantly illuminated the Big Dipper's position.

Lei Hao clasped his hands together, drawing forth the Nine Heavens Thunder Pool, where purple lightning and blue thunder condensed into chains between the star charts.

The Yin-Yang twin fish in Zicheng Daoist's sleeve transformed into a Tai Chi array, forcibly anchoring the surging earth fire spiritual veins to the Kan and Li directions.

Tie Qianshan's muscles were bulging like a dragon, and the red iron spear he carried on his back roared like a dragon.

The nine grandmasters each occupied a region, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth to create a demon-subduing formation.

"rise!"

The illusory images of mountains within a radius of a hundred miles rose from the ground, and the 100,000-ton boulder summoned by Liang Qiyuan of the Mountain Moving Sect merged to form a nine-layered Mount Sumeru above Wu Daoling's head.

The layered blue Dao patterns that appeared on the surface of the mountain suppressed the Golden Crow's raging flames, making them flicker uncertainly.

This is the manifestation of the power of Heaven, and it is not the power of ordinary people!

Even someone as powerful as Wu Daoling, who is ranked number one on the Heavenly Ranking, cannot make an inch of progress in front of so many grandmasters from the Great Qin!

"The one I long for is on the other side of the water—"

Meng Haoran, guided by the rhyme of the poem "Jianjia," soared through the air, his three thousand strands of black hair transforming into a long river of seal script that entwined around the sword's edge.

The vast purple aura gilded the surface of the Poetry and Sword River with golden patterns, and the phantom images of nine academies suppressed the vital joints of the Golden Crow's wings.

Wu Daoling, who was standing in the same spot, looked up, his eyes seemingly flowing with sword light.

"Do fireflies dare to rival the moon's brilliance?"

Wu Daoling sneered as he shattered the three illusory academies, and with a light flick of his sword finger, he ignited the poisonous fire in the earth's lungs.

The nine illusory images of the sun suddenly collapsed into incandescent points of light, melting a hole the size of a bowl into Mount Sumeru.

The flying swords beneath the feet of 800,000 sword cultivators exploded simultaneously, the fragments carrying their life essence and blood transforming into a rain of incinerating swords!

"Kunyu Chengtian Formation!"

Chu Chaoyang threw out twelve cyan jade pieces, and the earth's veins immediately shimmered with a jade-like luster.

With a flick of her sleeves, Ye Qingshuang unleashed the Ice Soul Cold Marrow, freezing the falling rain of swords into crystalline icicles.

Zheng Qiaoshan's body was surrounded by a surge of blood-red malevolent energy, which condensed into a black shield wall.

Lu Tianchu extended his sword finger and shouted, "Greedy Wolf Devours the Moon!"

The Big Dipper formation suddenly reversed, and the Tian Shu star transformed into a silver wolf tearing at the neck of the Golden Crow.

The Yin-Yang fish of the Purple City Taoist spun rapidly, channeling the leaked true fire of the sun into the earth's veins.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tie Qianshan threw his red iron spear into the center of the formation. The "Qianshan Technique" engraved on the spear caused the earth's veins to resonate, turning the ground ten feet in radius around Wu Daoling into a magnet!

The long sword in the hand of Wu Daoling, the Nine Yang Sword Immortal, trembled, as if it was about to be sucked into the ground by the magnetic force.

In the distance, the sword intent gathered by 800,000 sword cultivators was being channeled by this force.

"Little tricks."

Wu Daoling gave a cold shout and ran his fingers across the edge of his sword.

The Nine Yang Sword Soul suddenly split into 129,600 sub-swords, each sword light reflecting the solar corona projection at a different time.

The turbulent flow of time created by the rotating sword formation caused signs of a reverse flow in Meng Haoran's long river of poetry and swordsmanship.

"boom--"

The mountain crashed down, and the sword light surrounding Wu Daoling shattered.

This instantaneous collision caused the void to tremble, and cracks appeared inch by inch in the sky over a radius of thousands of miles.

This battle was earth-shattering! "Nine Yang Sword Immortal, how about I, Yao, join in the fun?"

With a long laugh, Yao Baiyue leaped into the air, her sleeves billowing in the wind, stirring up a towering wave.

"Come on then, I will take it!" Wu Daoling shouted, and the sword light around him gathered again, piercing through the void.

The blazing sword intent of the scorching sun seemed to burn the air to ashes.

The sword flashed, tearing apart the gale-force winds stirred up by Yao Baiyue.

"The long river of culture, a cornerstone of history!"

Yao Baiyue threw out half of the "Hetu" scroll, and the phantom image of the Luoshu bloomed in the center of the sword formation.

Above the sword formation, countless rays of light shone forth.

Lei Hao seized the opportunity to activate his natal lightning talisman, and the Nine Heavens Divine Firmament Lightning Tribulation cleaved into the core of the sword formation along the Luoshu pattern.

Tie Qianshan roared and carried the two illusory mountains on his shoulders, leaping into the lightning. On the other side, Liang Qiyuan's body was surrounded by light and shadow, and the "Mountain-Mountain-Suppressing-Sea" divine power, a secret of the Mountain-Moving Sect, forcibly solidified the sword light!

"boom--"

More than twenty figures darted and weaved through the shattered void, each collision leaving scars on the Great Dao.

The golden crow's wings and the Big Dipper array tore through the clouds, creating a chaotic vortex. The long river of poetry and sword and the Nine Yang Sword Soul pierced through the depths of the earth's veins ninety-nine times.

When Wu Daoling's seventh natal sword spirit developed cracks, the Taiji Formation of the Purple City Daoist finally succumbed to the backlash of the earth fire, and the Yin-Yang twin fish turned into green smoke and dissipated...

The setting sun is like blood.

Crimson and indigo mingled in the sky, with stars scattered across it.

The sword light temporarily faded, and the soaring, majestic aura of blood and energy gradually subsided, transforming into twenty-two mountains that blocked the border of the Great Qin.

Twenty-two Grandmasters confronted Wu Daoling, the number one on the Heavenly Ranking, from afar!
"This battle is probably the most magnificent battle in Yongtian Continent in over a thousand years, isn't it?"

Yu Rangcheng turned his head and looked at the patrol captain who had woken up and whose face showed excitement.

"Captain Du, we've made our mark on history."

These words made the captain and the soldiers behind him grin.

Even if they were just used as bait, they would have no regrets if they could experience this battle firsthand.

……

The prominent family of Donghan County.

Lu family.

In the main hall of the Lu family ancestral home, thirty-six green dragon bronze lamps illuminated the space. The patriarch, Lu Chengzong, stood on the eaves outside the main hall, his face revealing an unquenchable horror.

The patriarch of the Lu family, who had led the clan for thirty years, watched as the crimson sword light swirling in the sky slowly dissipated. He clenched his fists and breathed heavily: "From today onwards, the struggle for supremacy in the Eastern Realm will be beyond the reach of anyone other than a Grandmaster..."

The force of their clash shook the vast sky, and their aura and power stained the stars red. Such mighty power could only be possessed by a Grandmaster.

The Lu family has no Grandmasters.

In the square in front of the ancestral home, Lu Changwu, carrying a long sword, strode over, followed by several Lu family elders and a few young elites of the Lu family.

"Patriarch, twenty-two Grandmasters have gathered at Eagle Fall Gorge to fight against Wu Daoling, the Nine Yang Sword Immortal."

Lu Changwu's eyes shone brightly, and he let out a long laugh: "How is Qingyang Marquis's plan?"

"When a person like him does something, it's always earth-shattering."

Lu Changwu had long felt that it was impossible for Marquis Qingyang to perish so easily.

Look at the current situation: under the pretext of Qingyang Marquis's serious injury, more than twenty grandmasters have been summoned to gather in the Eastern Territory to compete with the number one on the Heavenly Ranking.

This scene was truly earth-shattering!
"The Marquis of Qingyang's methods are truly impressive," Lu Chengzong said softly, a look of admiration on his face.

His gaze fell on Lu Changwu and the others, his eyes gleaming.

"Are you heading towards Eagle Falling Gorge?"

These words brought smiles to everyone's faces.

The gathering place of the three grandmasters of the world, the clash of the number one on the Heavenly Ranking—if you don't witness such a scene, you'll regret it for the rest of your life!

News of the Battle of Eagle Fall Gorge had spread throughout the Eastern Territory in less than half a day.

Han Qi, the Duke of Ningguo, who was stationed at Tianlang Pass, moved his camp and mobilized a large army to encircle Tianhai Pass.

In the martial arts world of the eastern border of the Great Qin Dynasty, countless martial artists and hundreds of martial arts sects are desperately rushing towards Nuoying Gorge.

Twenty-two grandmasters are blocking Wu Daoling, the number one on the Heavenly Ranking. How could we miss such a scene?
Not only the warriors of Qin, but also the martial arts forces of the Eastern Wei, Zhao, and Qi kingdoms gathered in the direction of Luoying Gorge.

This is not only the grandest event in the history of Yongtianzhou's martial arts world, but also the strongest battle in Yongtianzhou's history of tens of thousands of years!
(End of this chapter)