Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 633 I, Zhang Yuan, will not be at peace without this strike!

When Zhang Yuan's right foot shattered the frozen soil of Yinma Plain, the earth's veins within a hundred miles vibrated like the strings of a zither.

Before the eighteen illusory dragon and elephant figures that appeared behind him could solidify, Wu Daoling's Azure Nether Sword had already pierced through the folds of time and space, with the blade only three inches away from his throat.

"The mountains and rivers are collapsing—"

Zhang Yuan suddenly swung his left fist upwards, and the moment his fist brushed against the spine of the sword, the power of the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique and the Nine Abyss erupted.

That's the power of the Nine Abyss!
"boom--"

The sword energy outside the Azure Sword suddenly cracked out in a spiderweb pattern, and the sword aura that was wrapped in the power of space was shattered by pure force!
Wu Daoling's body was uncontrollably pushed backward!

Martial arts and boxing techniques, when mastered and integrated, lead to transcendence and sainthood!

Zhang Yuan's boxing skills have reached the peak of perfection!

Wu Daoling's pupils suddenly contracted.

He clearly saw the Sanskrit characters of the Mandala of the Bright King flowing between Zhang Yuan's fist bones.

The golden body of a Buddhist monk is perfectly integrated with the immense strength of a dragon and elephant, representing the ultimate in both offense and defense.

He only truly understood this ultimate power after his cultivation reached the level of Tongyou and his swordsmanship achieved the unity of heaven and man.

However, Zhang Qingyang, who was standing in front of him, clearly had not yet reached the Grandmaster realm.

Just how terrifying is Zhang Qingyang's talent for cultivation!
How dare Zhang Qingyang refine his physical body to such an extent?
"boom--"

The sword and fist collided, and the booming sound echoed for hundreds of miles.

On the Yuncang River, the water suddenly surged, creating waves hundreds of feet high.

On the riverbank, many martial artists could not stand still and staggered.

"This attack..."

"This is insane! The Marquis of Qingyang is actually fighting the Nine Yang Sword Immortal to this extent!"

The voices were filled with shock.

I thought the Marquis of Qingyang would be easily defeated, but now it seems that's not the case.
"Om-"

On the great river, the spirits of Xuanwu reunite.

The shapes of azure mountains, the shadows formed from qi and blood, are all coalescing.

The fighting spirit of the martial artists in the Eastern Border rose with the clashes on Yinma Plain.

Even if they cannot set foot on Yinma Plain, they must let Marquis Qingyang know that they are there.

"Nine, the power of the Nine Abyss's physical body..."

Trapped in mid-air, Mu Xuan stared wide-eyed, whispering in disbelief.

The power of Zhang Yuan's punch surpassed all the power of this Grandmaster of Dao Inquiry.

Just how powerful is this Marquis of Qingyang?

No wonder he said that Yongtian Continent can only accommodate the power of the Netherworld. That's good.

With Qingyang Hou's physical body, which gathers the immense power of the Nine Abyss, who in Yongtian Continent could withstand a single punch from him?
At Yinma Plain, Wu Daoling's figure was retreating.

The sword in his hand traced an enigmatic path.

"Om-"

The Azure Sword conjured nine blazing suns, each sun a condensation of Wu Daoling's century-long sword intent.

With a single thrust of the sword, crimson light erupted like a furnace exploding.

The sword intent was as fierce as the bright moon, capable of scorching the air and tearing the sky apart!

Before the sword light even arrived, the frozen ground beneath Zhang Yuan's feet had already melted into a glassy state, and the hundred-foot-deep surface of the river was instantly evaporated!

This has already surpassed the power limit of Yongtian Continent and exceeded the Tongyou level!

Only the number one on the Heavenly Ranking, blessed by the power of Heaven, and a powerful individual favored by Heaven, can unleash combat power that surpasses the level of the Great Dao's seal on Yongtian Continent!
Mu Xuan stared in disbelief, his body trembling.

Even he wouldn't dare to take Wu Daoling's sword head-on!
"You promised a sword strike, Wu Daoling, you broke your promise!"

"If you dare kill him, the Great Qin will surely destroy your Nine Yang Sword Sect!" A crimson light rippled around Mu Xuan, and his eyes turned blood red.

Secret techniques of Qi and Blood, forbidden power.

Ignoring Mu Xuan's words, Wu Daoling thrust his sword straight at Zhang Yuan.

This is the mindset of a sword cultivator.

Never give up!

If you feel unhappy, just cut it down with one sword!
wrong.

If one sword cannot cut it, then another sword will do.

The sword's edge blazed like the sun, and the sharp light emanating from Zhang Yuan's eyes seemed to solidify into reality.

This sword strike was the full power of Wu Daoling, the Nine Yang Sword Immortal; it was a strike that combined heaven and man, transforming the mortal sword into the shadow of the great sun.

This sword strike can sever the path to enlightenment.

That kind of sword strike is truly spectacular!

block?
What are you blocking? "Break!"

Zhang Yuan's right arm muscles were knotted like a coiled dragon, his hand clenched tightly, and the long sword "Autumn Cold" was drawn from its sheath!
The blade shattered the gale, slashing upwards in reverse.

Engage!

Faced with a sword strike from the number one swordsman in Yongtian Continent, Zhang Yuan chose to meet it head-on!

"Zheng——"

The trajectory of the blade subtly echoed the essence of the Mountain-Moving Force he had comprehended during the Four Sects Trials; this strike gathered the pinnacle of Zhang Yuan's physical strength.

Moving mountains and seizing peaks, plucking stars from the sky with a single hand!

The "River-Severing Style" of the Mountain and River Blade Technique at its peak, now carrying the dazzling golden light of three thousand Heavenly Dao Golden Pearls within the chaotic space, actually cleaved a vacuum crack in the Nine-Ring Sword Sun!

In that instant, the power of the Great Dao floated in the air like a long river.

Heaven and man are one!

With the power of three thousand Heavenly Dao Golden Pearls, the fourth realm of swordsmanship, which had transcended the ordinary and entered sainthood, instantly entered the fifth realm.

Zhang Yuan's swordsmanship has also reached a level beyond human skill!

The fifth realm of swordsmanship, enhanced with the ultimate physical strength.

Zhang Yuan's strike was more powerful than Shi Yuan's!
Use strength to defeat cleverness.

Break the way with force!

Forget about the Nine Yang Sword Immortal, forget about being number one on the Heavenly Ranking. The Great Dao is sealed on Yongtian Continent, and the strongest can only unleash the power of the Netherworld.

At the Tongyou level, who is Zhang Yuan afraid of?

Feeling unhappy?

I, Zhang Yuan, will not be at peace if I do not strike this blow!

Seeing Zhang Yuan raise his sword, a hint of confusion flashed in Wu Daoling's eyes.

How long has it been since anyone in Yongtian Continent has faced his sword directly?
"when--"

Swords clashed.

The voice was not enthusiastic; in fact, it was somewhat dull.

Da Yin Xisheng.

Wu Daoling's sword could not subdue Zhang Yuan's blade.

No matter how strong Wu Daoling's swordsmanship was, it could not suppress the blade formed by the power of Jiu Yuan's physical body.

"Click——"

When the first round of swords shattered, the Dao patterns on Wu Daoling's left sleeve turned into flying smoke.

When the third round of sword suns exploded, the cracks on the Azure Nether Sword had already spread to the dragon carving on the hilt.

As the ninth round of sword suns was shredded into flowing fire by the blade energy, the natal swords of 800,000 sword cultivators in the distance simultaneously cried out in grief!

The five-foot blade shattered in front of Wu Daoling.

Cracks also appeared inch by inch on the azure sword aura surrounding Wu Daoling.

Above the great river, the clouds and waves crashed down with a thunderous roar as Zhang Yuan's blade struck.

Wu Daoling's white hair was scattered, and his clothes were soaked by the river.

A sword immortal, banished to the mortal realm.

On the riverbank, martial arts practitioners stood with blank expressions.

Golden light rose from the main road on Yinma Plain, and the celestial phenomena caused by the collision of the main roads left them at a loss for what to do.

To what extent did the clash between Marquis Qingyang and Wu Daoling escalate?
Yinma Plain.

Looking at Wu Daoling, whose white hair was scattered and whose clothes were disheveled, Mu Xuan, who was not far away, looked confused.

The strongest expert in Yongtian Continent, ranked first on the Heavenly Ranking, who easily defeated this Nine Yang Sword Immortal in the Dao Inquiry Realm, actually lost?
They were defeated by Marquis Qingyang.

Zhang Yuan, the Marquis of Qingyang, whose cultivation level had not yet reached the Grandmaster realm, defeated Wu Daoling.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Mu Xuan wouldn't have believed it.

Ultimate physical strength!
With the Great Dao sealed off and the combat power above the Tongyou level suppressed, Zhang Yuan's physical body could indeed block Wu Daoling.

Not just the physical body!
And talent.

Talent for cultivation.

At such a young age, to have cultivated a sword technique that reaches the level of harmony between heaven and man, how many people in the Nine Provinces can do that?
"Such, such talent..."

Mu Xuan murmured to himself, his eyes gleaming.

Such a figure has emerged from the descendants of the Qin Dynasty!

"Number one on the Heavenly Ranking?"

Zhang Yuan looked up at Wu Daoling, whose face was somewhat blank, and said softly, "The Nine Yang Sword Immortal is nothing special."

Nothing more.

(End of this chapter)