The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 118 Annihilation!

The blazing fire transforms into blades.

This strike has directly surpassed the eighth rank, and even the seventh rank of Xuan Guan.

Pei Xuanbao held a horizontal sword, a fine iron sword crafted by a master craftsman. The blade was decorated with delicate and ornate cloud patterns and flowing flames. He once again mobilized the power of wind and clouds, making the sword swing faster, and tried to stab Zhou Yan's armpit meridian.

This is a master's sword technique, if the moves are sufficient.

This move is enough to dislocate the opponent's arm, rendering their powerful attack ineffective.

However, such exquisite swordsmanship became pale and powerless at this moment.

The gathering of wind and clouds was scorched by the flames, and the gathered clouds were steamed by the flames. The priceless sword was scalding hot, and the steel of the blade turned golden red before curling to both sides.

The horizontal blade was melted and cut off.

The front half of the blade flipped and flew out.

Pei Xuanbao's protective cloud of mist evaporated, and Zhou Yan's Earth Soul Heaven-Shattering Sword cleaved into his shoulder blade, then slashed diagonally down, blood scattering everywhere. Pei Xuanbao's body, however, was surrounded by a radiant light, and beneath his fine brocade robe was a layer of soft inner armor.

It's obviously a protective and life-saving item!

A brilliant light shone forth, dazzling and bright, followed by a series of crisp crackling sounds.

It was directly cleaved in two by the Earthly Soul and Heavenly Collapse!

What treasure, what spiritual essence?
Go tell me the numbers.

Pei Xuanbao's face showed a sense of stagnation and mental block. He never expected that the protective treasure his mother had given him before he left the family would be cleaved in two by this mere commoner with a rough knife!
Protective spiritual item – Jade Scale Hidden.

A soft, close-fitting armor is woven from spirit crocodile scales, fine celestial silkworm silk, and cold iron threads. The essence of the earth forms the core of the inner armor's spirituality, allowing the scales and fabric to blend perfectly and slowly absorb the earth's energy for self-nourishment.

It just shattered like that?!
The scales flew off; the strike was too heavy, and Pei Xuanbao's treasures fell to the ground.

The blade of the Earth-Shattering Heaven-Piercing Blade almost slashed Pei Xuanbao diagonally. Blood gushed out, and Pei Xuanbao's face turned deathly pale. In the midst of the excruciating pain, he almost lost the ability to fight. His strength was rapidly waning, but he still managed to take out a talisman and stagger backward.

Zhou Yan's lips twitched as he looked at the fallen armor.

Damn, a top-tier family, they have so many good things.

Pei Xuanbao wanted to use this talisman to heal his injuries.

But then my palm felt a sharp pain and a chill.

He watched as his palm flew out, the talisman floating in the air. Beside him, a tall man carrying a box and wielding a long sword rushed forward like a rhinoceros. The horizontal sword in his hand was as white as frost and snow, and he cleanly and decisively cleaved Pei Xuanbao's wrist.

The man casually broke the spell, his face becoming blurry.

He was transformed into a man with a hideous scar that almost split his cheek from between his eyebrows, and cold, indifferent eyes devoid of any emotion. The disguise spell had not yet dissipated, and a trace of magical power remained, when he was exposed.

The man, wielding knives in both hands, rushed towards them.

Pei Xuanbao retorted, "Li Zhenyue..."

Zhou Yan raised his sword high in the air.

Step forward, then chop hard.

Li Zhenyue took half a step forward, turned his sword horizontally, and pointed the blade outward.

Spin around and slash.

The two swords slashed out simultaneously, the cold light from their blades striking Pei Xuanbao's body with tremendous force. Pei Xuanbao's waist was almost split open, while Zhou Yan tore a huge wound in front of him. Pei Xuanbao howled in pain and collapsed towards the altar on the side.

There is an incense burner there, with three sticks of incense inside.

To ensure the incense burned straight and for peace of mind, a wire was inserted into the thick incense stick. When Pei Xuanbao fell down, his eyes were fixed on the two incense sticks. As the ash scattered, the wire pierced directly into Pei Xuanbao's arrogant eyes, going deep inside!

Pei Xuanbao let out a final sob.

I don't like his eyes.

Its body twitched twice, then became completely still.

Pei Xuanbao —

dead.

The battle just now didn't take too long. After Zhou Yan unleashed his power, he killed Pei Xuanbao in two moves. The first strike broke Pei Xuanbao's weapon and destroyed the Pei family's spiritual artifact, while the second strike almost cleaved him in two.

Zhou Yan looked at the tall and imposing Shuofang army general in front of him.

Li Zhenyue's gaze was calm as he asked, "Where is Shen Cangming?"

Zhou Yan asked, "Why have you come here?"

Li Zhenyue said, "Just killing someone." He shook his hand, and blood stained with fragments of organs from his sword scattered on the ground. The man's eyes moved as he saw the changes around him. Now, the filthy blood almost covered the bluestone bricks in front of the Buddhist temple.

All the foul blood came from the abbot's body.

If qi and blood represent a person's vitality, then it is hard to imagine how such a decaying body could store so much vitality. Li Zhenyue saw that in this large area of ​​filthy blood, insects were writhing and fluttering.

Weird, evil, disgusting.

Some even tried to climb onto Zhou Yan and Li Zhenyue's bodies.

Li Zhenyue stepped forward with his combat boots, crushing and trampling the insects.

Zhou Yan did not move, but all the bloodworms that approached him, trying to climb onto him and defile his body, were as if thrown into a flame, roasted, and ignited from the inside, turning into lifeless ashes.

A ripple flashed in Li Zhenyue's eyes.

"More than a hundred years of cultivation?"

Zhou Yan raised his sword and said:

"Three hundred years."

A flicker of emotion crossed Li Zhenyue's eyes as he looked around and asked, "What's going on here?!" Zhou Yan exhaled, the combined force of the three fires in his strike having taken a heavy toll on him. The mental and physical exhaustion from this was something the God of Agriculture's Ear of Grain would find difficult to recover from.

He picked up his knife and briefly explained the situation.

Li Zhenyue said, "Demons and evil spirits still have some strength left. You have only disrupted their plans. It's like an army forming ranks. Once the enemy's strategy is broken, they will either retreat or gather their strength to charge head-on."

boom! ! !
The blood flowing on the ground surged and gushed towards Zhou Yan and Li Zhenyue.

Both Li Zhenyue and Zhou Yan thrust their knives forward.

Piercing through the blood-red waves, the swirling, foul blood and insects that approached Zhou Yan were burned to ashes by the flames on the young man's blade, while those closer to Li Zhenyue seemed to lose their lives, assimilated by the sand and gravel, turning into fine sand that fell to the ground. Behind the foul blood were two monks, wielding steel clubs.

Now, the steel rod is held down by two knives.

Zhou Yan and Li Zhenyue launched their efforts almost simultaneously.

The sound of the blade drowned out the insects' whispers. The two monks were sent flying by the power of the blade. Zhou Yan and Li Zhenyue stepped forward at the same time. The blade in Zhou Yan's hand was heavy and domineering, like a raging fire, and directly killed the monk.

Li Zhenyue's blade flashed solemnly as he thrust it straight into the opponent's neck, severing it.

As the other's head fell, insect antennae wrapped around its neck, with the other end also wrapped around the fallen head, making it look ferocious and terrifying. Li Zhenyue then understood how to deal with this thing.

Li Zhenyue pulled something from the box behind him—a heavy, round iron shield. As he stepped forward, the shield slammed down from the inside out, gathering energy to form an invisible giant shield, over ten feet long.

It charged forward violently, smashing the insect-transformed monk into a bloody pulp!
Xuan Guan – [Zhang Lei].

Corresponding to beacon towers, it represents a highly specialized lineage of military strategy focused on defense.

Li Zhenyue said in a deep voice, "You killed the abbot, and these insect demons seem to have gone mad."

"It seems that the abbot controlled them before, or rather, made these insect demons hide their demonic nature. Now that the abbot is dead, these insect demons have turned into berserk insect monsters, the ones whose [mother insect] was killed?"

Zhou Yan said, "This means the killing was the right thing to do."

Li Zhenyue glanced around and said, "There are thousands of pilgrims and villagers outside. There are also villages and towns around the Reclining Buddha Temple that rely on the temple for their livelihood. If all the insect demons here were to rush out, I'm afraid many people would die or be injured."

"You thwarted their plan, and the insect demon is probably furious."

Zhou Yan understood what he meant, let out a breath, and suppressed his mental fatigue.

He held the knife with both hands.

This time, fighting alongside Li Zhenyue, Zhou Yan stood here, looking at the temple shrouded in blood, as everyone else was fleeing. The beacon tower, which was skilled in defense and counterattack, was as fierce as fire, and the fortified stronghold was extremely good at defense and positional defense.

The original tranquility has vanished. The Buddhist bell still strikes gently, its sound melodious, but mixed with the sound of countless insects crawling in the sea of ​​blood, it is nothing but absurd, filthy, and terrifying.

Zhou Yan gripped his sword, while Li Zhenyue raised his shield.

Two uniquely military auras rose up.

Like a nail, it's driven right in front.

Li Longji quickly fled towards a safe area. The insect demons thrashed about, but most of them were stopped by Zhou Yan and Li Zhenyue. However, Beisi Temple was still too big, too big. It had already occupied more than 100 acres of land in the beginning.

Whether it was expansion or unconscious encroachment over the years, it was even greater than it was back then.

Not only did the insect demons swarm out from all directions, but they also rushed out from other parts of the temple.

Gao Lishi and Chen Xuanli protected him, moving at an extremely fast speed.

However, Li Longji saw a member of the Pei family who ran even faster than himself.

The people were also fleeing, but when there were many people, there was often chaos, noise and confusion. The insects and the demonic monks no longer concealed themselves and revealed their true forms, chasing after the people.

Zhou Yan thwarted their plans.

However, their foundation and preparations remain.

Since there's no other way but to take your souls and life force directly according to the original plan, then I'll kill you and take your souls instead!

also the same!
Li Longji ran quickly and saw a man lying on the ground. His wife turned around to help him up, but the man roared, "Go! Go now!" His left leg was free, but he was still holding a knife, his eyes fierce.

Ordinary people in the Tang Dynasty could purchase swords for self-defense.

However, the way he held the knife was definitely not that of an ordinary person who had never fought in their life. The man's eyes were fierce. He stood on one leg, holding the knife in his hand, gritting his teeth, and said, "Monster..."

"Where are the veterans?!"

"I was recruited by the Emperor in the seventh year of the Tianbao era. I've fought in battles. Do I still have any comrades left? Are there any?!"

no respond.

The man, tears streaming down his face, shouted:

"In the name of Emperor Taizong of the Great Tang Dynasty."

"If there are any comrades left, please come!"

After the silence, there is “…there”.

"it is good!"

With shouts, these wounded veterans emerged from the crowd.

Most of them were survivors of the An Lushan Rebellion, soldiers who had lost arms or legs in the chaos of battle, or had arrows lodged in their bodies, causing them excruciating pain. That's why they came here to beg for the Buddha's protection.

At this point, we come back.

The man with the broken leg reached out and tore down the prayer flag next to him.

He raised the cloth high, and the prayer flags waved, now resembling the dragon banners of the Tang Dynasty. One by one, men surged forward from among the fleeing people, their wounded bodies forming a bulwark, a beacon tower.

The man raised the battle flag high, took a deep breath, and shouted:

"The Great Tang Dynasty!!!"

Even though the border troops lost contact with the central government for a century, they could still rely on these two words to firmly guard the frontier.

Silence for a moment.

One after another, folk-made swords were drawn from their sheaths, pointing forward.

The Tang Dynasty was in full swing.

As Li Longji fled, it felt as if a soft thorn had pierced his heart. The old man, the emperor who had once established unparalleled achievements, gritted his teeth, his nose stung, and he almost shed tears.

Li Sanlang, Li Sanlang, are you still alive?
He heard shouts and saw a young child lying on the ground.

The temple entrance is ahead.

Behind them were crying and shouting people and children.

Emperor Li Longji of the Tang Dynasty, once a valiant and powerful ruler, paused in his tracks.

(End of this chapter)