Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 155
What he was most worried about still happened.

With the advantages of equipment and geographical advantages, he is not afraid of warriors under saints, even warriors who have entered the holy realm, and he is sure to deal with them, but he has no way to deal with the strong saints.

What's more, more than a dozen saints shot at the same time!
boom!
More than a dozen terrifying attacks were brewing in the void, including the world-shattering palm aura, the razor-sharp sword aura, and the dominating sword aura...

"Destroy!"

A saint and warrior said indifferently, and with a wave of his right hand, a thousand-foot sword energy flew towards the Qin army camp on the opposite bank.

The void burst, and the huge power caused the cold water to burst, and the water mist filled the sky.

More than a dozen saints attacked one after another.

In an instant, the world changed drastically, the world became chaotic, and everything died out!

"Guru..."

Seeing the monstrous attack, many Daqin soldiers turned pale and kept swallowing saliva. The blood in their bodies seemed to stop flowing, and the haze of death shrouded their hearts.

The only one who is still calm is the [-] Great Qin Empire, but it also looks dignified.

"It's over!"

Zhang Gan's throat was dry, and more than a dozen saint attacks were enough to destroy all the fortifications of the camp.

He could already imagine that after the fortifications were destroyed, the army of the Wandao Region rushed forward, and millions of soldiers died tragically in the cold water, staining the clear river with blood.

"no no……"

"I will definitely be able to hold the station, I will definitely be able to!"

Zhang Gan clenched his fists tightly and his gaze was firm. He clearly remembered that when he left the imperial capital, he swore that even if he risked his life, he would keep the enemy out.

How can you give up?

Facing the coercion of the saint, he slowly raised his battle sword, his spiritual light flickered, and he condensed a sword energy.

This sword energy is very weak, like a candle in the wind, it will go out at any time, but it has a very strong vitality, tenacious survival, blooming bright brilliance.

"war!"

Zhang Gan roared, his body rose into the air, and flew towards the saint's attack.

"Ants!"

The saint who launched the attack first sneered disdainfully.

It's a ridiculous thing for an ant who has entered the holy realm to resist the attack of the saint.

"General!"

The [-] Great Qin Tieqi yelled, looked at each other, and beat his chest with his left hand, spurting out a mouthful of blood, which radiated fluorescence, gathered together, and produced a bloody beam of light.

Bless the blood!

With my blood, I will protect you!
On the battlefield, the only thing to rely on, besides the knife in your hand, is your comrades in arms!

"go with!"

The Daqin soldiers meditated in their hearts, and the blood-colored beam of light pierced through the air and shrouded Zhang Gan's body. Immediately, the latter's strength increased rapidly, from the early stage of the holy state to the middle stage of the holy state.

"Destroy!"

Zhang Gan's pupils were widened, his eyeballs were bloodshot, his body glowed with blood, and his long black hair turned blood-colored, fluttering in the wind, looking very scary.

The power of the battle sword in his hand was tens of times stronger in an instant, destroying everything.

boom!
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zhang Gan rushed headlong into the attacks of many saints in the Ten Thousand Islands Region, causing a shocking explosion, and the terrifying aftermath swept across the world, causing the surrounding void to collapse for dozens of miles, and the resulting void cracks spread hundreds of miles.

The cold water became turbid, setting off huge waves and slapping on both sides of the bank!

A small mountain several tens of miles away suddenly collapsed, flying sand and rocks, and billowing smoke and dust.

All the big trees in the surrounding area were uprooted.

Even the turf clinging to the ground was lifted by the aftermath and flew all over the sky.

A sign of devastation.

"Pfft~"

Many martial artists with low cultivation bases had a sweet throat, raised their heads and spurted a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground. Just the aftermath caused most of the martial artists present to be seriously injured.

Even warriors in the Transcendent Realm are no exception!

Only warriors above the Heaven Realm can barely resist the aftermath, watching the battlefield nervously, especially the strong men on the side of the Great Qin Empire, with their hearts in their throats.

Whoever wins and who loses, in fact, everyone knows in their hearts, Zhang Gan alone is no match for many saints in the Wandao Region.

But what if?
After a long time, the aftermath slowly dissipated, revealing the scene inside, which was expected by everyone, but also unexpected.

Why do you say it was expected?

Zhang Gan was defeated, with scars all over his body, including palm wounds, sword wounds, and knife wounds.
These wounds are densely packed, and the bones can be seen deep. Even the solid armor has been crushed, revealing the blood-stained body.

So why do you say unexpected?
Zhang Gan was able to resist the attacks of more than a dozen saints by relying on his cultivation in the holy realm. In everyone's eyes, it was impossible and it was a miracle.

"Hmph, life is quite tough, I don't know how many times I can resist it!"

A saint sipped coldly, the aura in his body was circulating, and the long knife in his hand was shining brightly, dazzling.

"General, come back quickly!"

Many of Zhang Gan's personal guards shouted with red eyes, clenched their hands into fists, and they didn't even know that their nails pierced into the flesh, only full of worry and shame.

They are personal guards whose duty is to protect Zhang Gan.

But the reality is the opposite. Zhang Gan protects them, knowing that the abyss of death is ahead, but he is not afraid, and moves forward with his head held high.

"Ahem, with me here, don't think about going any further!"

Zhang Gan raised his head, his eyes were like eagles, he looked straight at the saint of Wandaoyu, and couldn't help but sneered: "Foreign races invaded, you are both human races, instead of going to the front line to fight against foreign races and fighting for the race, instead of sneak attacking Daqin, You are shameless!"

"You guys are a disgrace to the human race!"

"After thousands of years, your behavior will be nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of the human race!"

His voice was weak, but extremely firm, like an eternal truth, which made the sage of Wandaoyu feel ashamed, lowered his head, and dissipated the aura in his hands.

"What nonsense!"

At this time, Mo Shi flew into the air, and retorted loudly: "The winner and the loser, as long as we kill you all, we can hold a pen and write the history of the victor, kill!"

Many sages from the Ten Thousand Islands Region were awakened with a more violent breath, looking at Zhang Gan like a dead person.

That's right.

History is written by the victors. In order not to pass on the crimes of today, they must kill Zhang Gan. All the Qin soldiers present will die!
"kill!"

Zhu Qiang attacked again.

More than a dozen extremely terrifying attacks traversed the sky. Once outsiders stepped in, they would all be killed and instantly annihilated into ashes.

"Your Majesty, the last general is guilty and cannot fulfill the oath he made before the expedition!"

Zhang Gan didn't move. To be precise, he couldn't move. He could only watch the attack come closer and closer.

"Lone Sword in the Desert!"

At a critical moment, a gust of wind blew past, and beyond Ziming, beside the bright sun, a crescent moon appeared, exuding pale brilliance.

The sun and the moon shine together!

The scimitar is like the moon!

The figure of Yan Yun's eighteen riders stood in front of Zhang Gan, his eyes were cold, and the scimitar in his hand was full of blood, like a weapon of the god of the underworld, bringing death to the world.

With one strike, all spirits fall!
Xuanyue was icy cold, condensing the air of death, making people shudder.

An incomparably terrifying aura wanders in the void, dazzling and profound.

The crescent moon is gone in a flash.

boom!
The attacks of more than a dozen saints in the Wandao Region were all split into two, hitting both sides and disappearing at the end of the void.

"General Zhang, please go back to rest and leave the rest to us!"

After the leader of Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry finished speaking, he pulled the reins with his left hand, and the horse turned into a bolt of lightning, turned into a gust of wind, and flew forward, bringing death with it.

The other seventeen cavalry followed closely behind, with an invincible will, charging forward like a thousand horses and horses.

"Stop them!"

Mo Shi frowned slightly. The strength of Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry exceeded his imagination, but it didn't matter, it was still within the controllable range.

Yanyun Eighteen Riders is not a saint after all!

"war!"

To become a saint, one must have a firm mind and experience in many battles, and the saints in the Wandao area are no exception. They cooperated tacitly and surrounded the Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry.

Immediately, Yanyun Eighteen Riders was like a lone boat under the waves, constantly being submerged by the huge waves, and getting out of the huge waves again.

"God bless, we must win!"

The Qin soldiers watching the battle were worried and prayed secretly, intending to step forward to help the clan, but they were powerless.

"This time, I will see who will save you!"

When everyone's attention was focused on the battlefield, Mo Shi's eyes fell on Zhang Gan, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he drew a sneer, which made people shudder.

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode forward and grabbed the latter.

"stop!"

At the very moment, an ancient book with golden light stood in front of Zhang Gan, and countless golden runes spun rapidly, forming a solid protective shield.

"Who?"

Mo Shi stopped attacking, his eyes looked at a certain void, and he stretched out his hand and drew out his soft sword.

Ripples in the void opened a gap, and a figure wearing a white robe walked out with an indifferent expression. The aura of Wen Dao wrapped around his body, like a giant dragon, parading the world.

"Great Qin Empire, Wang Yangming!"

Wang Yangming said softly, his voice was gentle, which made people subconsciously relax their vigilance.

Mo Shi's expression was serious and full of vigilance. He could sense the powerful power contained in Wang Yangming's body, as well as a strange force that disturbed his mind.

"He is a magician, you are not an opponent, leave it to the ancestor!"

Just when Mo Shi was about to attack, a vicissitudes of voice came from the sky behind him, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, and hurriedly turned around to salute: "See the ancestor!"

Five old figures emerged from the void, all gray-haired, exuding a rotten aura, as if half a foot had stepped into the gate of hell and would die at any time.

All five of them held battle swords in their hands, and there was a trace of sword intent, showing their sharpness so that people dare not look directly at them.

The Fifth Patriarch of the Immortals!

They are the sleeping ancestors of the Immortal Sect. They all possessed the cultivation base of the Holy Realm. They were born when the Immortal Path was opened, looking for an opportunity to break through and prolong their lifespan.

"There are still five immortals!"

Wang Yangming didn't twist it, but with a wave of his right hand, the golden ancient book in front of Zhang Gan returned to his hand, and the bright light dyed half of the sky golden.

"You are not my ancestor's opponent, let's fight together!"

The ancestor of Qunxianzong said lightly.

"you?"

Zhang Gan and Mo Shi were taken aback. Could it be that there were other people besides Wang Yangming?

"Good eyesight is indeed an antique that has gone through several ages!"

Hundreds of feet away, the void suddenly split open, and Yuan Tiangang walked out with a blank expression on his back, his battle sword on his back.

The ninth-level sword intent permeates, smashing the surrounding void.

All the warriors who used the sword felt inexplicably palpitating, and their hands holding the sword could not be controlled.

"What a powerful sword intent!"

The ancestor of Qunxianzong shrank his pupils sharply, and hastily pulled out his battle sword. Five strong sword intents soared into the sky, forming a mysterious sword array with infinite changes.

Ten Thousand Immortals Sword Formation!

Countless sword qi emerged, like a sea of ​​swords, floating in the void, each sword qi could easily kill a saint warrior.

"Sword come!"

"Mind and Soul Technique!"

Yuan Tiangang and Wang Yangming looked at each other and launched an attack at the same time.

Although the fifth ancestors of the Immortal Sect were strong, they were not weak either.

The seven people with full firepower fought together, and the movement produced was bigger than that of Yanyun's eighteen knights and dozens of little saints. Everything they passed was destroyed, even if it was the void. Annihilated into nothingness.

In that void, there was nothing left except for the collision of powerful moves.

Boom boom boom...

Boom boom boom...

The loud noises made the soldiers on both sides stunned and felt their scalps go numb. Even the sage who fought against Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry felt trembling after glancing at him from the corner of his eye.

Is this the most holy battlefield?

Much stronger than ordinary saints like them!

"Now, the Great Qin Empire has no strong people!"

Mo Shi watched the battle for a while, and then put his mind on Zhang Gan again, but this time, his heart was very heavy, and he was afraid that another strong man would emerge.

As an elder, he knows the background of the Immortal Sect, and almost all of them have been dispatched!
Except for the suzerain of the Holy King Realm, the five ancestors are the strongest!
"die!"

With strong murderous intent, Mo Shi's body soared into the air, and the tip of his sword pointed directly at Zhang Gan. His strength exploded completely, shaking the void.

He's going to kill him in one hit!

"Fight!"

Zhang Gan took a elixir, endured the pain in his body, raised his soldier, and strode forward. With every step, a lot of blood would flow out of the wound.

With such a serious injury, for an ordinary warrior, I am afraid that he would have been unconscious for a long time.

However, Zhang Gan was still able to fight. It has to be said that this is simply a miracle.

And what supports him to fight is a wave of faith!
Even if you die, you must use all your strength and fight to the death!
Clang!
Weapons collide!

The battle sword in Zhang Gan's hand lasted only for a moment before it was cut off and flew into the distance.

"Sure enough, there is no one left!"

Mo Shi was overjoyed, he used his right hand hard, the soft sword was as fast as lightning, pierced into Zhang Gan's heart, and then turned around fiercely, completely smashing the heart.

Zhang Gan's body froze, blood flowed out of his throat, his whole body became weak, he didn't even have the strength to hold a sword, and the light in his eyes became darker and darker until it was completely black.

Zhang Gan, the general of the Great Qin Dynasty, died!

In his life, he followed the two emperors, fought in the south and in the north, and made great achievements for the Great Qin. Except for the heroes summoned by Qin Wudao, he can be ranked among the top three generals in the Great Qin.

A glorious life, a life of honor, finally at this moment!

"General..."

"Hurry up and save the general..."

The Daqin soldiers in the fortifications roared loudly and looked sad when they saw Zhang Gan falling into the cold river. Many people jumped directly into the red-dyed cold water to find Zhang Gan's body.

"Order, the army is attacking!"

Mo Shi waved his hand, and ordered ferociously, killing Zhang Gan is not enough.

He wants to slaughter all the soldiers of the Great Qin Dynasty!

"kill!"

"Come on..."

Wan Daoyu's disciples launched an attack, skimming from low altitude, very fast.

Due to the death of Zhang Gan and the lack of command of generals, the strength of Daqin soldiers was much weaker. Before long, the disciples of Wandaoyu crossed the cold river and started hand-to-hand combat.

For Qin Zu, this is undoubtedly a nightmare!
Killed in pieces!

(End of this chapter)