Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 169 The Great Battle of Duzun Fortress!
"call out--!"

A golden streak of light cut through the air, and all the brawlers in the bluestone square in front of Zhenchuan Tower looked up.

The cacophony and howling echoed in everyone's ears, as if possessing a strange magic.

The fortress guards of Duzun Fort, rebels, members of the Ba-Meng-Chuan gang and numerous Ba-Shu forces, Western Qin, Liang Kingdom, Li Clan, and people from the Northern Desert and Western Regions.
Countless eyes, both open and hidden, focused on the incoming streak of light.

what is that? !

Amidst the confusion, the old king of Tuyuhun's voice boomed:

"Stop it!"

In an instant, the many armed Tuyuhun experts reacted.

In Tuyuhun, the Murong clan was the royal family, and the chieftains of the more powerful tribes were called "famous kings". Upon hearing Murong Kualü's order, Qifumuzai, the "immortal king" of the Yifudi tribe, shook off the people around him.

Although he didn't understand what it was, he still obeyed orders.

The Murong clan cultivated numerous powerful soldiers through their physical prowess and spear skills. As a subordinate king, his martial arts were among the best of the elite soldiers.

The golden light was too high, so Qi Fumuzai bent his spear to its limit, propping it up on the ground.

They used guns as bows and men as arrows.

With a sharp shout, it shot nine feet into the sky from the ground. Reaching out, I felt a cool sensation in my palm, and my mind became clear and comfortable. I quickly glanced over.

The object in my palm resembled neither jade nor gold.

It was a strange yellow crystal sphere.

"King Lü, do not worry, your subordinates have already intercepted this thing."

The moment he landed, the Immortal King was quite pleased with himself and shouted with a laugh in the direction of Zhenchuan Tower.

But his smile came to an abrupt end.

His eyes reflected the most terrifying sight he had ever seen in his life: a raging torrent of air roared towards him in a way that was almost visible to the naked eye. He was like a piece of rotten wood blocking the way in a mountain stream, with a waterfall cascading down on him from a hundred-foot cliff.

Any resistance would feel like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

The top experts from both the Buddhist and demonic paths had instantly locked onto him!
"what--!"

With his last shred of consciousness, the Immortal King of Tuyuhun threw out the Evil Emperor's Relic amidst a great shout.

But it was too late. The moment the relic was thrown out, no matter how much he exerted his energy in the many acupoints of his chest, his protective true energy was completely shattered. Before he could even vomit a mouthful of blood, he was blasted away by the shockwave, knocking down the three experts from Duzun Fort who had just been fighting him.

"Boom~!"

The Evil Emperor's Relic remained intact. The bluestone slabs on the plaza directly below it shattered piece by piece. Then, under the combined force of the experts from both the Buddhist and demonic paths, the area within eight zhang radius was shaken up as if an earth dragon had turned over.

The cracked bluestone slabs flew and exploded.

A dozen or so people nearby were hit by shards, their fate unknown.

At this moment, a phantom figure moved the fastest, shifting and turning amidst the chaotic storm of energy. Shi Zhixuan used the Undying Seal Technique to move the energy, and then unleashed the Undying Golden Body Seal, which abruptly stopped the rampant true energy around him.

He pointed his right hand at You Niaojuan, who was rushing towards him using the reverse escape technique. A tremendous force forced You Niaojuan to only swing his one-legged bronze figure to parry.

Shi Zhixuan reached out with his left hand and immediately touched the Evil Emperor's Relic.

He cannot be allowed to make any move.

Master Jiaxiang, the strongest of the four holy monks, channeled his profound Zen meditation power, his entire being resembling a quiet, withered old tree. Just as a glimmer of life burst forth from the depths of death, he pointed out with a single finger.

The unparalleled power of the One-Finger Zen Technique showed no mercy; Master Jiaxiang was absolutely serious and wouldn't let Shi Zhixuan escape.

The Zen teachings of the three great monks, Master Zhihui, Master Daoxin, and Venerable Dixin, are intertwined with those of Master Jiaxiang.

Suddenly, it sounded like Buddhist chanting in my ears, and my Zen practice gained a sense of harmony and unshakeable concentration.

The four holy monks joined forces to attack, and even grandmasters had to retreat.

The old monk unleashed his power. Before the Evil Emperor's Relic could even be warmed up, and considering the group of people around him, Shi Zhixuan rationally let go and retreated.

Taking advantage of this moment, the Empress Yin made her move, and a colorful ribbon floated out.

The Evil Emperor's Relic was entangled and flew towards her location.

As Master Yixin's whisk unfurled its silver threads, everyone could see that although the old nun did not use a sword, the silver threads she used were as sharp as sword energy.

The Cihang Sword Manual is divided into thirteen chapters, with stillness, defense, emptiness, and nothingness as its main themes.

This old nun, whose spirit is the master of Qi, uses her whisk to drive the power of her sword techniques. However, it is not purely physical brute force or a surging torrent of internal energy, but is dominated by highly condensed innate true Qi that is perfectly integrated with her spiritual intentions.

This is the "Taoist embryo" energy transmitted by Di Ni.

This power is pure, subtle, and agile. When it approaches the level of the "Scattering Technique," it can subtly harmonize with the natural world.

Although one's skill and mental state cannot reach this level.

But after years of rigorous training, she was confident that this sudden strike was enough to achieve her goal.

However, she was kept in the dark.

If the demonic energy field of a living being could move at will, even if Master Yixin split her energy into swords, those wisps of sword energy would have their tangible substance stolen. Instead of breaking through the demonic energy field, they would be pulled toward the center of the field.

As Yin Hou grasped the relic with her right hand, she saw An Long's movement and instinctively clenched her left hand tightly towards where Master Yi Xin was.

A sudden feeling of spatial compression surged in, instantly halting Yixin's movements.

The old nun was taken aback. Fatty An, standing beside her, revealed his usual shrewd smile, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, like two cold stars.

Instead of heading for the relics, he seized the opportunity to quickly bring his palms together in front of his chest, his ten fingers interlacing, bending, and forming mudras in a dazzling and complex manner.

The burning fire in the heart arises from this, which is the secret technique of the Heavenly Lotus Sect, the Heavenly Heart Lotus Ring.

A surge of lotus-like energy rushed straight to the old nun's back!

At this moment, a handprint flew from the side and hastily clashed with the Heavenly Heart Lotus Ring. The Immovable King Seal constructed a wall of true energy, and Anlong once again ignited his inner fire.

The hand seals of the master of mantras underwent a wondrous change, revealing the profound and extensive nature of the nine-character mantra "Lin Bing Dou Zhe Jie Zhen Lie Zai Qian".

After the Immovable King guards down, cross your fingers with your thumb, index finger, and little finger touching vertically.

Similar to the Vajrakilaya mudra, it is actually the Vajra Wheel Mudra created by practicing the "Soldier" mantra!
"Hiss~!!"

This seal can greatly stimulate the body's life energy and internal strength, causing one's power to surge in a short period of time.

In an instant, the lightning strike unleashed a powerful blow that sent a large brick flying. Without needing any Lotus-Breaking Techniques, it extinguished the Lotus Energy Heart Fire and wiped the mercenary smile off Fatty An's face.

Anlong's body trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, making his chest dirty.

He looked at the Master of Mantra with apprehension, fearing that he might use another seal, so he transformed into a ball of flesh and rushed outwards.

He suffered a loss in the battle of top masters, but he was not someone that ordinary martial artists could match. In an instant, he knocked away all seven or eight masters who were blocking his way and hid outside the battle circle to scout.

Anlong rolled halfway through when he noticed a figure in white rushing out of Zhenchuan Tower.

This one is even more ruthless.

He quickly changed direction and rolled away, smashing into and killing a Western Turkic expert who was blocking his way.

Master Zhenyan looked at Anlong with considerable surprise.

His attack was intended to eliminate one of the demonic sect's fighters, but Anlong somehow managed to neutralize his esoteric mantra and hand seal techniques.

As Zhou Yi approached the battlefield, the experts could not ignore him.

Xi Ying and the old king of Tuyuhun both looked at him, and Zhou Yi even caught a faint hint of murderous intent.

However, the competition for the Evil Emperor's Relic has reached a fever pitch.

This is no longer a battle between Buddha and demon.

Whoever obtains the relic will become the target of public criticism.

"Queen of the Underworld, where do you think you're going!"

Zhu Yuyan held the yellow crystal ball and unleashed the Heavenly Demon Technique to its fullest extent, but with everyone around her simultaneously channeling their power, the Heavenly Demon Force Field was about to be broken.

"Xiaoyan, quickly give me the relic."

Shi Zhixuan activated the Undying Seal Technique, coordinating it with the Heavenly Demon Force Field.

Like the Longxing Temple, their collaboration managed to withstand the forces from all sides for a short period of time.

Xi Ying, Lao Wangzhe, Yi Xin and the others did not dare to use their full strength.

Because there was a pair of eyes watching them.

Once you get too deeply involved and can't extricate yourself, it can be dangerous.

The same applies to the five members of the Evil Extreme Sect.

The powerful gusts of wind generated by the battle swept outwards, and dozens of people had already died in the aftershocks.

The others retreated while shouting in surprise, "What is that? What is that?!"

What exactly is it that makes so many terrifying figures fight over it?

The people who rushed out of the main hall on the second floor of Zhenchuan Tower looked at the Evil Emperor's Relic with great envy.

But they also knew that rushing in at this moment would surely mean certain death.

Those who were unwilling to accept this hid in the crowd and shouted:
"That is the relic of the Evil Emperor, the secret to immortality, capable of granting a lifespan of at least three hundred years!"

That roar was something else entirely.

Few would have believed it under normal circumstances, but now, gazing at the terrifying vortex of battle, everyone was absolutely convinced.

This incident caused a great stir, and more and more people focused their attention on the Empress Dowager.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~!!"

The sound of the triangular whistling arrow rang out from all directions.

Someone was testing the waters, but unfortunately, the arrows couldn't penetrate the strong wind.

"Xiaoyan, don't hesitate."

"At this moment, only I can take the relic away. After I obtain it, we will study it together."

"This time, I will never let you down."

Shi Zhixuan's voice was gentle and magnetic, attempting to evoke fond memories of their early years together.

He was standing on the outside at that moment, waiting to obtain the relic.

Unless Zhou Yi intervenes, he has a good chance of escaping using his Illusionary Demon Body Technique.

Fan Qinghui kindly reminded him, "If he lies to you once, he can lie to you a second time."

Shi Zhixuan smiled wickedly: "Master Fan, you and Song Que and Jie Hui didn't end up together, yet you understand matters of love?"

Standing beside Master Daoxin, Jie Hui, who was channeling his inner energy, stared at the relic, his expression already grim.

Upon hearing this, his expression turned even uglier.

Those who hadn't spoken then intensified their efforts.

Zhu Yuyan felt immense pressure and couldn't reply. She pushed the relic in her hand forward, and sure enough, it pointed towards Shi Zhixuan.

But the force of the push was not great.

This causes the relics to fly slower.

The five members of the Evil Extreme Sect, who had been concealing their strength, attacked together. The demonic energy formed a large hand that intercepted the relic and pulled it in their direction.

Old Zhou turned around seamlessly.

With a loud "bang!"
Huang Jingshi smashed through the coffin lid and flew directly into the vermilion coffin. At this moment, he had already mastered his lightness skill and fled far away.

The demons from the surrounding coffin palaces were about to pounce and block the crowd.

Xi Ying, who had some connections with them, immediately turned hostile and smashed the coffin apart with a single palm strike, sending the relic flying out once again.

Emperor Ding grabbed the relic before he could rush ten zhang away.

The surrounding energy made his hair stand on end, realizing that he couldn't take this thing with him at this moment. Before the four holy monks' Zen skills could press down on him, he threw it into the crowd in the center of the bluestone square, away from Shi Zhixuan.

The vast majority of martial arts practitioners were horrified and avoided him.

However, a few who were possessed by demons and unafraid of death rushed directly toward the relics.

A skilled swordsman from Hanzhong had barely touched the relic when he was killed by several people around him before he even had a chance to throw it away.

In the midst of the struggle, a major battle erupted between the Buddhist and demonic factions.

This gave some observers an opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

But in the blink of an eye
Dozens more corpses appeared in the center of the square, and the yellow crystal ball was taken by a Tuyuhun man from Bailanqiang.

He was quick enough to pass it on to Murong Kualü.

The old king was much more sober by now. He knew that he had no chance of obtaining the treasure until the Buddhist and demonic paths had fought to a standstill.

But both groups are also very cunning, each with their own agenda.

Although I was extremely reluctant to part with it.

But he still aimed precisely and threw the relic out with intense malice.

The so-called snipe and clam fight, and the fisherman wins.

We need to get rid of this fisherman first.

Zhou Yi was not standing very close, and he was watching the two groups fight when the relic he kicked out flew back.

Murong praised Lü for his clear mind, saying that he was the best in lightness skill among those present, followed by Shi Zhixuan.

Once Shi Zhixuan gets his hands on the relic, he will definitely run away.

Therefore, everyone will do their best to stop Shi Zhixuan whenever he gets close to the relic.

This person with the best lightness skill would not run away until he finished his business in Sichuan.

Firstly, it would ensure that the relics were not lost, and secondly, it would shift the blame and give him a chance to be killed.

Zhou Laotan, Jin Huanzhen, and the others realized his intentions and were all terrified.

Can things be the same whether we were inside Zhenchuan Tower just now or outside now?

This idiot!

With that in mind, the old nun was even more unwilling to let Zhou Yi succeed, and she used all her strength to rush towards him.

Looking at the flying relic, Zhou Yi sneered inwardly. Without hesitation, he kicked out again.

It was kicked directly towards the location of the Li family.

Li Yuanji and his group hesitated immediately, as the Buddhists were clearly leaning towards them.

Therefore, once you obtain the relics, you can simply hand them over to someone in the Buddhist community.

The Demonic Sect is powerful, but they don't trust each other.

The Buddhist sect obtained the relics and would protect them together. At this time, Anlong was injured and retreated. With the help of the people from Duzun Fort and the Li Clan, they had a chance to protect the relics.

Faced with the choice Zhou Yi presented him with, Li Yuanji, driven by ambition, shouted, "Take it!"

The three masters, Qiu Tianjue, Diao Ang, and Qin Wutong, were horrified.

Has Young Master Yuanji gone mad?!

Then he shouted urgently, "Take the relic and hand it over to Abbess Yixin!"

The three of them instantly understood Li Yuanji's thoughts.

This method might work!

How could Jie Hui, Fan Qinghui, and others not understand?!
In an instant, they and the four holy monks stopped rushing towards the relic and instead attacked Shi Zhixuan.

Shi Zhixuan snorted coldly: "Don't watch the show. If I'm defeated, you won't get the relic either."

Empress Yin, Xi Ying, and the people of the Evil Extreme Sect came to help.

Meanwhile, the True Demon of the Coffin Palace and the rebels of the Sovereign Fortress charged towards the Li Clan.

This time, the Buddhist and demonic paths found a breakthrough and couldn't help but fight fiercely.

Murong Kualü's old face, rougher than tree bark, sneered; he saw an opportunity.

He was about to command the Tuyuhun people to fight for it.

A dangerous aura was rapidly approaching, and the sound of the wind being torn apart suddenly rang in my ears!

"Dang~!"

The spears and swords clashed and remained locked together for several breaths, the sonic boom causing the surrounding blue bricks to tumble and bulge.

This attack caused a great disturbance, drawing the attention of both Buddhist and demonic practitioners for a moment.

"Deng Deng Deng~"

Murong Kua Lü took three steps back, leaving footprints that went from deep to shallow.

Despite their combined strength, they still lost.

He hid his surprise and doubt beneath his furrowed brows: "Grand Commander, what benefit do you gain from fighting me? Don't you want the relic?"

"So, you were just being kind all along?"

"That's natural."

Murong Kua Lü grinned:

"Who among mortals does not dream of immortality? You are young and inexperienced, so you do not understand this deeply. When I reach my age, I will understand the difficulty of seeking but not obtaining. I have always cherished talent, which is why I have given you the relic."

Zhou Yi smiled: "That's thoughtful of you. I'll allow you to choose a burial site."

"Arrogant!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was filled with a domineering and murderous aura. Facing the formidable enemy before him, this was the first time he had used his full strength.

A long spear, surprisingly, gleamed with silver.

Zhou Yi's sword aura also densely covered the longsword, turning fiery red, and one could even see the air slightly distorted.

"Dang~!"

The eyes of those around him could barely keep up.

The silver spear clashed violently with the longsword with a swung motion. The Northern Overlord Spear was powerful and unstoppable, using force to overcome skill, and its moves were fierce and unparalleled.

In a contest of skill, it's impossible to be outmatched by a sword.

Murong Kualü was terrified; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge his opponent.

How could someone so young possess such skill?!

At this moment, he wanted to withdraw and change tactics, but he keenly sensed the danger.

Feeling that he was being held back by the longsword, and that his spear speed was not as fast as the sword speed, coupled with his inferior movement skills compared to his opponent, he would be at a huge disadvantage if he forced a retreat.

Zhou Yi's actions left Murong Kualü somewhat bewildered.

The next moment, he suddenly realized!
Just as the two were locked in combat, a man in his thirties, tall as a white crane, with a majestic appearance and an air of freedom, burst forth from behind Li Zhongyan, the King of Qi of Liang!
Like a hawk, it has its sights set on its prey.

Murong Kualü's heart stirred. Regardless of who the other party was, he once again gathered his strength to hold Zhou Yi back.

However, a white shadow flashed before my eyes.

He failed to seize this opportunity.

The man hadn't expected Zhou Yi to react so quickly, but by then it was too late to stop.

"King Lü, let's attack together and kill him!"

"Kill!" Murong Kualü roared.

At the same time, experts from Liang and Western Qin were mobilized.

The Tuyuhun people then attacked.

Luo Dushe, the commander-in-chief of the Western Turks, sensed this golden opportunity and, no longer concealing his intentions, joined the encirclement and attack on Zhou Yi. Of all the powerful figures in the world, this man posed the greatest threat to the surrounding areas of the Central Plains.

Even without mentioning hatred, it's still necessary to kill and eliminate the threat.

All forces in the northern desert or related to the northern desert have united; they not only intend to kill, but also to plunge the Sichuan Basin into chaos.

The Buddhist and demonic factions, the Duzun Fortress, the rebel army, and the Li clan are all vying for the relic.

There could be no more opportune moment.

The Ba-Meng and Sichuan gangs, who were originally just watching the show, were furious when they saw this situation. This was Ba-Shu!

They acted immediately.

All the leaders, including Fan Zhuo, Feng Zhen, and Jiao Luofeng, participated in the battle.

Hou Xibai, Shi Qingxuan, Fan Caiqi, and others also rushed towards Liang Kingdom's general An Xiuren.

The Sichuan and Chongqing forces that had previously benefited from the favors also came to lend their support, and the battle cries in Duzun Fortress were more intense than ever before.

One side is composed entirely of elite troops, while the other side has a large number of soldiers.

Yuan Tiangang arrived at the battlefield where Zhou Yi was being besieged by two masters, ahead of everyone else.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, hold one of them back and don't let him escape."

After hearing this, Yuan Tiangang smiled and looked at Murong Kualü: "This humble Taoist has some knowledge of swordsmanship. I dare to test your domineering spear technique."

Before Murong Kualü could speak, he had already drawn his sword and charged forward.

Zhou Yi stared at the man opposite him who was holding a curved sword.

After exchanging a few sword blows, recalling what Qiu Qianbo had said, he had already guessed the other party's identity.

"You are Martial Venerable's younger brother, Dunyugu?"

"You do have some knowledge."

Zhou Yi's eyes held a hint of disdain: "When a Martial Venerable wants to kill someone, does he also like to hide his face like you?"

The man said arrogantly, "You can't provoke me. I'm just hunting you like prey."

As soon as he finished speaking, eighteen people appeared beside him.

These were the most elite Golden Wolf Guards under Khagan Jieli.

They might not back down verbally, but they employ a pack of wolves tactic.

"Quickly finish this battle, kill them!"

At Dunyugu's command, he and his skilled men charged out together.

He wanted a quick victory, and Zhou Yi was unwilling to drag it out.

Before the eighteen golden wolves and Dunyu Valley drew their swords and spears, they formed the most terrifying cavalry charge on the grassland.

Wherever the Golden Wolf Army went, no one could stand against the Great Khan of the Turks.

These people have been trained by the Martial Venerable.

The burst of scorching heat gave one the feeling of facing the blazing sun.

This evokes the image of a Martial Venerable, generating an instinctive fear, as if the terrifying spear of Agushwara is about to strike with overwhelming power!

However.
The golden wolf pack encountered an enemy they had never faced before, someone who remained unmoved in the face of the golden wolf flame formation's charge, even displaying a nonchalant expression.

This is undoubtedly a form of mockery.

"kill--!!"

Including Dunyugu, nineteen people roared in a Turkic accent, their voices echoing throughout Duzunbao.

The chaotic vision suddenly went dark.

An even more intense fiery color appeared on the longsword. With a horizontal strike, the fiery sword aura surged forth, seemingly absorbing the scorching light of the Golden Wolf Flame Array.

The red glow on those spears became extremely dim.

It was like a group of burly Turkic men chasing away fireflies.

But the place the fireflies were about to fly to was a fiery hell.

Just before his true energy was about to burst forth, Zhou Yi held his sword horizontally in front of him with one hand, as if to let his opponent see the changes on the sword, which would bring a huge sense of psychological pressure.

Because the scorching heat was too intense, the sword turned black. With the manifestation of the combined essence and energy, the air twisted even more violently, like an invisible flame.

In the eyes of every Golden Wolf Guard, a horizontal sword was reflected.

But in the next instant, their hearts pounded and their morale plummeted, because they could not see Zhou Yi's slashing motion at all, but the horizontal sword had changed into a vertical slashing posture!
Within a radius of more than ten feet, a sudden pressure arose due to the scorching air.

Just like the Martial Venerable's Blazing Sun Qi Gong, it's as if you're in a desert.

Unlike the dryness, the Golden Wolf Guards felt an intense heat after the pressure subsided, along with a flurry of shattered, fiery blades!

Ordinary sword energy could not possibly break through their fiery array of powerful winds.

This time, however, the fiery blades pierced through the flame array in an instant, covering the entire pack of golden wolves. The Zhenchuan Tower lit up with a red light, which then went out.

“Bang, bang, bang~!”

The spear fell to the ground, and the Golden Wolf Guards fell one after another.

All eighteen Turkic masters perished.

These eighteen people were all first-rate individuals capable of channeling their inner energy, yet they all lost their lives in the face of a single attack.

Only a few people witnessed Zhou Yi killing the Black Wind Bandits at the teahouse in Meishan County.

Even amidst the chaos of the battlefield, many members of Duzun Fortress felt a chill run down their spines.

The only survivor was Wu Zun's younger brother, Dun Yugu.

But even this magnificent and heroic man could not hide his horror.

His fighting spirit had plummeted to rock bottom.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"A sword technique that will take your life."

Dunyugu felt a surge of anger: "Since you know who I am, how dare you?"

"You're the Martial Venerable's brother, so I should give the Martial Venerable face?"

Dunyugu didn't speak, but his arrogant expression said it all.

"If you dare to lay a hand on me, even if you are the Martial Venerable's own son, you will die today."

Hearing these cold words, Dunyugu raised his curved sword: "Let's see if you have the ability."

Zhou Yi's eyes narrowed, and he lunged towards Dunyu Valley.

Dunyu Valley's martial arts techniques originated from the same source as Bi Xuan's, but he did not have his brother's talent, so he took a different approach, containing the blazing sun energy within his meridians, flesh, and weapons, which would then erupt violently upon contact.

It was precisely with this move that he was able to break through the sword aura.

Faced with the attacking opponent, Dunyu Valley calmed his mind with his years of combat instincts and also displayed all the skills he had learned in his life.

He stared at the approaching white figure, gripped his knife with both hands, and charged forward.

His figure writhed and blurred like a desert heatwave, closing in instantly. His scimitar drew an almost invisible, scorching line that twisted the air, aiming straight for the throat.

This strike was incredibly fast and silent.

Zhou Yi's sword strike was as swift as the wind, reaching the pinnacle of speed!

At this moment, Dunyugu's eyes were not only calm, but also carried a cold indifference to life.

He highly compressed and concentrated the blazing energy at the very tip of the blade, creating a terrifying penetrating force.

The flames, though contained within, erupted with a deafening roar the instant they made contact with Zhou Yi's longsword.

Zhou Yi's sword energy also converged into the sword itself, resulting in a direct and forceful collision with him.

The two brushed past each other, the sound of their weapons snapping crisp and pleasant.

The curved blades of Dunyu Valley shattered into pieces.

Blood seeped from his chest, completely soaking his clothes.

This man, whose name resounded throughout the grasslands, received a dignified death in full view of everyone.

Dunyugu turned his head and glanced back at Zhou Yi as he fell to the ground.

Ignoring the gazes around him, Zhou Yi turned and went to the gathering place of the Tuyuhun experts. He slashed with his sword again. Those people already knew that this was no ordinary sword energy, so they dared not meet it.

They went to hide in the surrounding areas, but about ten people still died on the spot.

Although this fighting style consumes a lot of internal energy, its deterrent effect is exceptionally strong.

Not only were the troublemakers frightened, but even the members of the Ba Meng Chuan Gang were both excited and horrified.

The Tuyuhun masters, who were originally very difficult to deal with when they joined forces and used the Overlord Spear Formation, were now scattered, much like a crab losing one of its big pincers.

Zhou Yi heard a scream.

Among the many experts from Liang Kingdom, a burly man was struck in the back by Hou Xibai.

General An Xiuren is dead.

This guy is a member of the Nine Sogdian Clans, and it was he who colluded with the Turks.

Seeing someone rushing out of the chaos of the Liang Kingdom, Zhou Yi caught up with them and cut off their escape route.

"Spare me! Grand Commander, spare me!"

The young man screamed in fright when he saw Zhou Yi.

But the next moment, before his guards could react, their young master's head flew high into the air.

"King Qi!!"

The Liang tribesmen were in a panic. In their daze, they picked up Li Zhongyan's head and shouted several times. Li Zhongyan just stared blankly at the man with terrified eyes, unable to speak.

When the leader dies, the subordinates immediately fall into chaos.

Zhou Yi ignored the others and rushed toward the west side of the Bluestone Square.

He had just inadvertently seen the positions of certain people clearly.

"Go, hurry, protect Prince Jin!"

Just as Zhang Gui, the general of Western Qin, finished speaking, he heard cries of "ouch, ouch" coming from behind.

A white figure stepped on the shoulders and heads of Western Qin experts amidst the chaos, heading straight for the Prince of Jin in the center.

"Form ranks! Spears unfurled! Quickly!"

A young man dressed in fine clothes and wearing a golden crown to tie his hair up hurriedly called out.

Xue Renyue was also pale.

General Zhang Gui reacted the fastest, immediately calling upon his close followers and troops.

Dozens of halberds and spears thrust upwards, and no matter how high one's martial arts skills are, one is still flesh and blood and will be pierced by the tips of the halberds and spears.

unfortunately
This method of restraining ordinary masters was completely ineffective against Zhou Yi.

He spun in the air and stepped through the forest of halberds.

A white shadow flashed before Zhang Gui's eyes, and he heard a scream of "Ah!"

"Prince Jin!!"

Zhang Gui shouted, and Xue Renyue of Western Qin, following the King of Qi of Liang, also struck a pose with his head flying high.

The elite soldiers of Western Qin felt a chill run down their spines.

This method of taking the commander's head dealt them a heavy blow, leaving them with no courage to fight anymore.

Plans to eliminate potential rivals and disrupt Sichuan and Chongqing were no longer given any attention.

Zhang Gui, holding Xue Renyue's head, called to his core subordinates and retreated in the direction away from the white figure.

His back was ice-cold; he had just narrowly escaped death.

If that sword had been aimed at me, I would have met the same fate as my young master.

This is terrifying, let's get out of here!

The leaders of the three major forces—Dunyugu, the leader of the Turkic Golden Wolf Guard, the King of Qi of Liang, and the King of Jin of Western Qin—were all killed by Zhou Yi.

The rest of the people were filled with anxiety and lost their morale; they were no longer a force to be reckoned with in the chaos.

To avoid being hunted down and wiped out by forces such as the Trump gang and the Bahamas, they had no choice but to move closer to another center of chaos.

He watched as Zhou Yi charged toward him.

Murong Kualü glanced quickly at Yuan Tiangang; he had no chance of winning against this old Taoist.

If another one comes, he will definitely die.

Although he couldn't escape the wondrous swordsmanship of Yuan Tiangang, which incorporated elements of the I Ching, he remained clear-headed and didn't rush into a desperate fight.

He devised a plan and, like the chaotic crowd, fought his way back towards the center of the conflict between the Buddhist and Demonic factions.

Zhou Yi, Yuan Tiangang, and Murong Kua Lü Yi arrived.

The members of the demonic and Buddhist sects, who had already engaged in fierce fighting, immediately became vigilant.

Their gazes then drifted toward the location of the Evil Emperor's relic.

The true demon of the Coffin Palace, the Li Clan, the rebels, the masters of Duzun Fortress, and those crazy martial arts practitioners were all locked in a fierce battle, and the relic changed hands repeatedly.

With the addition of remnants from the Liang Kingdom, Western Qin Turks, and Tuyuhun, the situation became even more chaotic.

"Very well, since none of you want the relic, I will gladly accept it!"

Murong Kualü used the pressure from both the Buddhist and demonic paths to break free from Yuan Tiangang and was the first to rush into the chaotic formation.

At this time, the relic fell into the hands of the Li clan.

Just as everyone's attention was drawn to him, Shi Zhixuan moved and struck Fan Qinghui with a palm.

This move was just a feint. He suddenly dodged and stopped the true energy that Jie Hui was rushing to support him with. He then pierced through Jie Hui's protective true energy with a palm, causing the Martial Judge to vomit blood and fly backward.

Master Yixin rushed towards Murong Kualü, while Master Fan Qinghui and Master Zhenyan went to rescue Jie Hui.

The Buddhist community has been separated!
Shi Zhixuan chased after them for several feet, and seeing that the two had fallen into the trap, he immediately let go of Jie Hui and turned around to rush towards the Evil Emperor's Relic at an extremely fast speed.

The masters of the Evil Extreme Sect, the Four Great Monks, Empress Yin, and Xi Ying also rushed over.

At this point, Shi Zhixuan succeeded, and there was no way they could catch up with him.

Li Yuanji had just received the relic and had no time to be happy.

Diao Ang, Qin Wutong, and Qiu Tianjue, who were blocking the way, had already broken swords and blades, as the old king of Tuyuhun charged in.

Li Yuanji's marksmanship was renowned throughout Guanzhong.

But when faced with the furious attack from the old king, Bei Ba, he had the will to fight, but was driven by instinct to throw out the relic.

"Master Tai!"

Li Yuanji shouted, and Abbess Yixin flicked her whisk and snatched the relic in a flash.

Before he could even get his hands on it, Shi Zhixuan rushed over from the side.

Her mind was preoccupied with Shi Zhixuan. The old king Murong understood the intentions of both the Buddhist and demonic families, and he insisted on breaking the deadlock and opposing them. Ignoring Shi Zhixuan, he turned around and flicked the old nun, sending the relic flying from the whisk.

Master Yixin was greatly alarmed and swung his whisk to strike Shi Zhixuan.

She persisted relentlessly, and the Evil King was naturally enraged. Just as the Four Holy Monks were about to provide assistance, the Yin Empress's demonic field opened once more.

Shi Zhixuan used the Immortal Seal to transfer his energy, allowing the life and death energies to circulate freely without the need to breathe.

A fierce hand seal struck the old nun, who raised her whisk to block it. However, her skill was no match for Shi Zhixuan's. The whisk flew backward and crashed into her own body. Although she had protective true energy, she still spat out a mouthful of blood.

Amidst the chaos, Xie Wenlong led his men to rescue the seriously injured Xie Hui.

Fan Qinghui and Master Zhenyan quickly came to help.

If the demonic sects unite to attack the Buddhist sects, and the Taoist sects do not intervene, they already have a 90% chance of winning.

However, the Demonic Sect's desire for the Evil Emperor's Relic was beyond imagination.

Luo Du, the commander of the Western Turks, failed in his attempt to steal a chicken and ended up losing the rice instead. His men were almost all killed by the well-prepared Alliance Leader Feng and Gang Leader Fan.

He himself was also forced into the center of the chaos.

Just then, something hit his hand—it was the relic that Murong Kualü had thrown.

Old Zhou held Xi Ying back, while Emperor Ding rushed into the crowd, swinging his scissors.

Completely unaware of the illusion created by the Golden Ring True Demon Sound, Luo Dushe's head was chopped off. Emperor Ding then took the opportunity to cut off Luo Dushe's frizzy lion-head hairstyle.

Having obtained the Evil Emperor's Relic and enjoying such artistic pleasure, Emperor Ding's usually cold face broke into a gleeful, wicked smile.

The true demons of the Coffin Palace have gathered, and Emperor Ding has already succeeded.

"Junior brother, leave quickly!"

Yu Niaojuan, having taken a blow from Yin Hou, cried out, and Old Zhou sighed as he pushed the Demonic Hand to its limit.

With a palm strike towards the bluestone square, a thick cloud of dust billowed up. Old Zhou followed closely behind, flicking his sleeve and stirring up a cloud of demonic dust that swirled together.

Emperor Ding let out a long laugh and flew away with the relic.

The Buddhist and demonic forces unleashed a violent surge of energy, and Zhou Yi and Yuan Tiangang also dodged backward.

As they watched Emperor Ding about to flee, they suddenly saw a previously injured fat man roll majestically out of the pile of corpses.

From below, Anlong unleashed the Heavenly Heart Lotus Ring he had been preparing, and the force of the lotus caused the Emperor's relic to slip from his grasp.

Before the emperor's body fell, he grabbed at empty air with his claw, and the relic flew away from his hand.

at this time
Among the pile of dead bodies, a corpse with curly hair, deep-set eyes, and a high nose suddenly came to life.

A sharp whooshing sound accompanied a blood-stained white shadow as it brushed past Emperor Ding in mid-air.

This shrewd and cunning man moved with almost ghostly speed, making it seem as if the Grand Commander himself had made his move.

He reached out and grabbed the relic.

Then, while moving at high speed, it made a turning and circling maneuver that was incomprehensible to ordinary people, using this flying technique to avoid another lotus force shot out by Anlong in the air.

After his famous lightness skill was revealed, how could others not know his identity?

Yun Shuai, the Grand Preceptor of the Western Turks, is the second-best master of lightness skills in the world!

"Where are you going?!"

Empress Yin gave a low shout, and Master Zhenyan, who was beside her, attacked almost at the same time.

The two techniques that affect space, the Outer Binding Seal and the Heavenly Demon Great Art, are both present.

Shi Zhixuan's phantom rushed out, unleashing an extremely powerful hand seal from a distance, while Zhou Laotan also struck out with a palm, unleashing a demonic aura.

Yun Shuai ran fast enough that none of the attacks hit him directly.

However, the impact of the energy affected Yun Shuai from a distance.

His body swayed, and his speed was affected.

Inside the Duzun Fortress, masters from both the Buddhist and demonic paths rushed out, and many crazed martial artists also gave chase.

Yuan Tiangang hesitated for a moment, glanced at Zhou Yi, and found that he was still able to remain calm.

Zhou Yi closed his eyes and sensed the location of the Evil Emperor's Relic.
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(End of this chapter)