Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 661 Three Strikes Slay Nine Heads, the Might of the Marquis of Qingyang

The Xuanjiao roared, and the Netherworld Poison Fire spewed by the leader melted through the spirit array barrier, while the hurricane stirred up by the deputy leader swept away thirty Blood Spider Guards.

Even cultivators from the Zhen Tian Division could only retreat before this powerful demon at the Dong Xuan Realm.

"Zheng——"

Yuchi Changshan stepped against the stench of the wind onto the bow of the ship, holding a shield in one hand and a dragon marrow-like lightning-infused tip on the tip of his wave-splitting spear in the other: "If we can't stop this demon, we'll all die on the bow!"

Although Yuchi Changshan is young, his cultivation level is already that of a Dragon Elephant Grandmaster.

With shield and spear in hand, his blood and qi condensed into the shadow of a gray wolf, guarding the bow of the warship, his body as solid as a mountain.

Not far away, Bai Zhi, the deputy head of the Demon Suppression Division, turned her head, a smile in her eyes.

"drink--"

On the Zhenhai Ship, three thousand new recruits roared as they raised the Xuan Turtle Shield and pushed it forward, the shield reflecting the rapidly falling poisonous fire meteors.

Everyone has the spirit of courage and bravery.

After several days of training, the 50,000 newly recruited soldiers had little fear of the sea monsters. Now, with Yuchi Changshan's encouragement, their blood and qi surged.

"boom--"

The shield formation forcefully blocked the Xuanjiao's charge, causing the Xuanjiao to roar and howl in fury, but for a time it was helpless.

On the rocks by the shore.

Chu Zhaonan's natal sword "Canglang" resonated incessantly, and the demon blood stained on its blade condensed into crimson ice crystals in the poisonous miasma.

"A seven-inch rebellious scale can be dissected three zhang deep..."

He remembered Qinglan's guidance and gritted his teeth to activate the Overturning Sea Sword Qi he had just comprehended.

"Om-"

With a turn of the longsword, azure sword energy emanated from it.

The sword light, like a venomous snake, burrowed into the gaps in the neck scales of a Xuanjiao (a type of dragon) at the Innate Realm in front of him, blasting its three-zhang-long (approximately 6.6 meters) demonic body into countless pieces of flesh.

Nie Duanqiu, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

In just a few days, Chu Zhaonan has made such progress.

Therefore, the significance behind this arduous journey of hunting in the East China Sea is unimaginable.

Nie Duanqiu turned to look at the figure of Qingyang Marquis on the Zhenhai ship, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

This high-ranking and powerful warlord of the Qin Dynasty probably did not launch this hunt on a whim.

"The celestial pivot turns, the black tortoise descends—"

The head of the secret medicine department threw out a poisoned demon pill, and the new recruit Zhao Dahu's Xuan Turtle Shield burst out with a dazzling blue light.

Several demonic chains shot out from the shield, dragging the rotting bone octopus, which was attempting to self-destruct, into the deep sea.

Zhao Dahu looked at the charred bloodstains on his palm and laughed wildly: "Damn it, so the best time to throw it is when the poisonous fire has burned out!"

The craftsmen behind him nodded slightly and sped up the demon rune trigger mechanism by half a breath.

Yu Wanjun stood at the center of the blood-red vortex, with 100,000 flying swords from the Nine Yang Sword Sect forming a sword prison above his head.

As the nine-headed black dragon's main head swooped down, he suddenly withdrew his protective aura: "It's understandable for new recruits to be afraid of death, but if we miss the time for Marquis Qingyang to slay the dragon..."

Marquis of Qingyang.

All eyes turned to the figure standing on the Zhenhai Ship, his hand on his sword.

"Gather——"

On the deck, Xue Zhenyue looked up to the sky and shouted.

The black-armored soldiers almost instinctively threw out their Xuan Turtle Shields.

Four thousand eight hundred shields joined together in mid-air, forcefully wedging the Xuanjiao Poison Fang three zhang away from the Zhenhai Ship where Qingyang Marquis was located!

"boom--"

Through the gaps in the shattered demonic clouds, Wang Cheng saw his own shadow twist into a halberd-wielding giant in the reflection of the bronze pillar.

The inexperienced soldier who could chop a sea crab ten times yesterday was now able to accurately thrust the Wave-Slaying Spear into the demon general's compound eye.

"So this is what it means for a human to borrow the power of a demon..."

He licked the salty, demonic blood between his teeth and suddenly understood the true meaning of Qi Zhantang's so-called "sea for tempering swords".

Three thousand six hundred newly forged flying swords pierced through the clouds and fell, their spines reflecting fifty thousand pairs of eyes that no longer flinched. They were not merely soldiers, but also the weapons that patrolled the East Sea.

"Zheng——"

A long cry rang out.

The moment Qiu Han drew his sword, the dark clouds stretching for a hundred miles between the sea and the sky shattered.

The nine-headed dragon's body was instantly imprisoned, and its dark scales were slashed with spiderweb-like cracks by the sword energy.

Zhang Yuan stepped out with his right foot, covering a hundred feet in a single step, and landed on the reef.

With another step, he shattered the reefs, and before the rocks and spray could even rise, the blade had already shattered the Netherworld Poison Fire spewed by the Nine-Headed Black Dragon.

Seven clusters of blue-purple demonic flames danced at the tip of the blade, then roared back like lightning caught by five fingers, piercing straight into the skull cavity through the gap in the reverse scale of the sixth head of the Xuanjiao.

"break--"

The roar of a tiger, mixed with the power of a dragon and an elephant, exploded in Zhang Yuan's bones, and the phantom of a golden Buddha, a celestial being, appeared, holding up mountains and rivers.

The immense power of the Nine Abyss flowed through the three thousand runes on the Autumn Cold Blade, causing the weight of the blade to increase by a hundred thousand times in an instant. The trajectory of the slashing blade crushed a bronze-like indentation into the void.

"Hey!"

When the seventh dragon head was thrown into the air, its blood froze into an icefall, and the frozen demon blood exploded in mid-air into crimson glass.

Just as the surviving dragon soul was about to escape into the deep sea, Zhang Yuan suddenly pressed down with his left fist, and the dark vortex condensed by the Bashe Devouring Heaven Technique blew the hundred-foot-deep seawater into a vacuum.

"The mountains and rivers tremble!"

The second strike, imbued with the essence of the Mountain-Moving Force, slashed upwards. Before the blade even arrived, the surging waves within a ten-mile radius had already condensed into a frost-colored blade curtain that stretched across the heavens and earth.

The blade of light that stretched across the sky made the soldiers stare wide-eyed.

Everyone says that Marquis Qingyang is incredibly powerful, and seeing him today, I can confirm that his combat prowess is indeed unparalleled!

The nine-headed Xuanjiao's main leader's pupils suddenly contracted. What was reflected in its vertical pupils was not only the cold light of Qiu Han's Blade, but also the dazzling starlight that burst forth from the more than four million Heavenly Dao Golden Pearls in the chaotic space.

This is the Great Dao Slash!

"clang--"

The moment the blade pierced the dragon's neck, the illusory image of the Sea-Suppressing Pillar condensed into nine dragon chains behind Zhang Yuan.

The power of mountains, rivers, and grottoes erupted in unison, the crisp sound of the blade tearing through the dragon's scales was like the collapse of a jade mountain, and the scattered demonic energy left the ancient seal character "镇" (zhen, meaning "suppress") on the clouds.

The moment the eighth dragon head fell into the sea, the sound of the forging incantation inscribed by Huang Laoliu emanated from the scabbard of Qiu Han.

The three thousand runes reversed like an inverted galaxy, the weight of the blade suddenly decreased to thirty pounds, but the blade edge swallowed and spat out a fierce wind like a hundred-foot snow ribbon, and the sound of the air being cut when it pierced the last dragon head was like the long cry of a dragon!

The ability to shift between light and heavy weights is the ultimate control over power!

"boom!"

The moment the power of the Nine Abyss passed through his body, the demonic eyes of the Xuanjiao leader exploded into countless stardust.

Zhang Yuan dragged his longsword horizontally, and the shockwave generated by the vibration of the blade pressed a bronze dent into the surface of the sea, stretching for hundreds of miles.

Three thousand six hundred shattered reverse scales were driven into the seabed like a torrential rain, each piece inlaid with the remnants of the seal script of "Mountain and River Knife Technique".

Before the surging demon blood had even stained the sea red, Zhang Yuan had already sheathed his sword.

The frost that had condensed on the Autumn Cold Blade Sheath snaked like a dragon, and nine dragon souls could be vaguely seen writhing in agony among the runes.

It is the embodiment of the Chaos Furnace refining demon souls.

Zhang Yuan has already extracted the dragon's soul.

The natal flying swords of the 100,000 sword cultivators were still trembling, while only the muffled sound of waves crashing against the rocks could be heard on the sea.

Whether it was the water demons or the 50,000 soldiers, they all looked up at the lingering glint of the blades.

Zhang Yuan's sword flashes were so magnificent that they shook one's mind and were unforgettable!

Zhang Yuan lowered his eyes to look at the Mingwang Seal flowing in his palm, where the power of the broken void level was nourishing his soul through his golden body.

Within the chaotic space of his mind, the demonic energy bead fed back by the nine-headed black dragon fell like a meteor, shattering 120,000 qi and blood beads.

"Slaying nine heads with three strikes may seem easy, but it represents the pinnacle of swordsmanship..."

Nie Duanqiu looked up, his eyes filled with reverence: "This is the majesty of the Marquis of Qingyang."

Pei Lie looked at Zhang Yuan, who had sheathed his sword and was standing there, his expression complicated.

(End of this chapter)