From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Chapter 956 Harvest
In front of Prince Nanyong's Palace.

Before the warrior in the sixth realm could even open his mouth, he was punched on the forehead by the young man in white. He rolled over and was thrown backwards. The sword energy acted as fist force and was vented out with unimaginable fluency. The terrible pain came like a tide, drowning the consciousness of the warrior in the sixth realm.

Speaking of physique alone, as a sword cultivator at the Jindan realm, after gaining a huge benefit, the physical strength of this person has far surpassed that of the boxing grandmaster in front of him.

At the moment of action, Prince Nanyong and Taoist Tieya, who had been observing secretly, looked at each other and immediately activated the Jiuli Formation that cost countless amounts of immortal money, and the entire palace was lit up with a scarlet light.

"I have heard of the mighty name of Patriarch Zixiao for a long time. I have personally punished that guest with an iron whip, and now he is half dead. Could you please show some mercy, Patriarch? I have a generous gift for you." King Nanyong discussed loudly, giving enough face to the Jindan realm swordsman opposite him.

Taoist Tie Ya presided over the Jiuli Formation in silence. As for whether he had any resentment for his only grandson breaking the Changsheng Bridge, he certainly had some. But if the prince had not stepped in, they might have been hunted down by the Puhua Sect. Having offended one of the three major Taoist sects, it was a blessing to be able to keep their lives.

Jiang Yuan said nothing as pure sword energy emanated from his body and swept around in a mighty manner. Thick white mist obscured the view in the distance, and finally all of it gushed forward and fell towards the formation.

Seeing that the matter could not be resolved amicably, King Nanyong handed over all control of the formation to Taoist Tieya. With the help of the Jindan realm and the formation, he was enough to be regarded as a Yuanying. The Nanjian Kingdom was one of the top five dynasties in Aquarius Continent, so the powerful vassal king naturally had a heritage.

The second round of sword energy and thick fog hit the formation, red flames rose up, nine flame dragons broke through the air and exploded with a roar, the Iron Crow Taoist pinched the magic formula with his hands, hundreds of cold iron crows flew out, their iron wings were like knives, wrapped in bursts of flames.

Jiang Yuan held the inferior spiritual sword at his waist, and unsheathed it an inch. The sword energy in front of him crisscrossed like a huge chessboard. A shrill sound of cutting the wind was heard, and the entire sword energy chessboard moved forward.

Countless cross sword marks cut the fire dragon, and iron-red crows fell to the ground. When the sword was three inches out of the scabbard, the white mist turned into thousands of long swords, which chiseled on the formation with a crackling sound. The scattered and overflowing sword energy repeatedly gathered to form a hundred-meter-long heavy sword. As the heavy sword hit the red barrier, the formation burst open.

The white mist reappeared, but it was much thinner.

Jiang Yuan walked into the palace, followed by white mist.

King Nanyong looked somewhat unbelievable. It was said that sword cultivators had the greatest killing power. Today he realized that seeing was believing. If it were any other Taoist master in the Nascent Soul stage, it would not be so easy to break through the Jiuli Formation.

The Taoist Iron Crow fluttered his sleeves, and thousands of Iron Crows flew out from inside, connecting end to tail to form a dozen long cold ropes with jagged joints. Vajra talismans were hung on each of the iron wings, a total of two thousand of them, making the long Iron Crow ropes invulnerable to swords and spears.

Dozens of shadows lingered around and were about to be closed. King Nanyong received a message from his best friend, who took control of the formation, even at the cost of destroying it, and would use a Mahayana fire technique later.

But at a certain moment, Taoist Tie Ya suddenly looked dull, as if he had turned into a puppet. The long rope fell to the ground, and all his previous thoughts of counterattack disappeared into thin air.

A handful of moonlight appeared, and the next second, Taoist Tie Ya's vertebra suddenly exploded. This injury was already serious.

At this moment, countless thoughts of panic or indignation were rising and falling in the heart of this Jindan.

King Nanyong didn't know what to do, and soon his lower body lost consciousness. His natal flying sword disappeared without a trace and cut him in half with one blow.

The two of them fell into a dead silence and their minds went blank.

Taoist Tie Ya suddenly came to his senses, horrified, and not caring about his own equally bad condition, he hurried to relieve the injuries of his best friend, who had already fallen into a coma.

"The old ancestor has extraordinary killing power. I beg you to stop here for today's matter. My grandson has committed a serious crime, and there is absolutely no reason for him to implicate the prince. Whether to kill or chop him up is up to the old ancestor. The main culprit is Keqing, and I will go and cut off his head right away."

Jiang Yuan nodded. Half of the royal palace in the northern part of Nanyong City collapsed, and many passers-by gathered on the street not far away to watch the excitement.

Half a minute later, Taoist Tie Ya came back carrying two heads.

A few low cries were heard from the crowd. They would not have thought that the dignified Iron Crow Patriarch would be willing to kill his only grandson. The brotherhood between him and King Nanyong was truly lamentable. As for the Puhua Sect, although they were right, their methods were inevitably a bit brutal.

After the dispute ended, Jiang Yuan left the palace with an extra item in his hand that was "presented" by Taoist Tieya. As a powerful vassal king and a well-known businessman, King Nanyong emptied his family fortune, and there were as many as 300 Grain Rain coins in the form of immortal coins, as well as a lot of miscellaneous treasures, including four magic tools. The most precious ones were a crude magic weapon and a book of talismans.

At the same time, two more potted plants were added, one of which was the Splendid Peony and the other was the Ironwood, which symbolize wealth and prosperity.

Entering and exiting the city, tens of thousands of Nanyong cavalry surrounded the two men. The middle and lower-level officers were all warriors of the second or third level, among whom there were more than a dozen formation masters. A Mohist sword boat was ready to go, and the magic weapon battle flag that could boost the morale of the entire army was fluttering in the wind. Several infantry phalanxes pushed over giant siege crossbows, the surface of which was covered with talismans.

The sword boat, talisman crossbow, formation master, and magic flag are known as the four most important weapons of the Iron Cavalry, which can fully exert the power of numbers.

The King of Nanyong commands a hundred thousand cavalrymen. Except for the three Taoist sects and the emperor of Nanjian, he is on equal footing with anyone in the three surrounding kingdoms, be they the rulers of vassal states or the leaders of the immortal families on the mountains.

Commander Xiong Jingzhong is a military practitioner whose cultivation level is only at the lower fifth realm, but he has been a soldier all his life, and his qualifications and battle achievements are unrivaled in the Nanjian Kingdom. There is a high possibility that he will be enshrined in the local martial arts temple after his death. Now, he is willing to take charge of the Nanyong Iron Cavalry only to repay his kindness.

"Master, you have injured my prince. It is not good for me to just walk away. I cannot say that the cavalry I have trained are invincible. How about you teach me personally, Master?"

The old general is intimidating without being angry. Since ancient times, ministers will die when their lord is humiliated. The secret sentry reported to the front camp that King Nanyong was cut in half by a sword. Fortunately, Taoist Tie Ya acted in time and his life is not in danger for now. However, he can forget about achieving immortality in the future. He is destined to become a dry skeleton in a hundred years.

Veteran General Xiong Jingzhong waved the magic weapon battle flag. As expected, in the eyes of Puhua Sect, the life and death of the prince should be some kind of bottom line. Puhuazi has served as the acting sect leader for more than a hundred years, and he must be aware of the importance of the four cavalry units of Nanjian Kingdom to the Qingtan blessed land.

In other words, this Jindan-level swordsman can be killed, even if the price will be very heavy. But even if he is allowed to escape, the blood evil on the battlefield and the resentment of the dead will pollute the spiritual energy in his body and destroy this guy's slim hope of reaching the Yuanying level.

The armies moved together. At this moment, a cavalry from the royal palace came into view. The cavalry commander held a stamped scroll in his hand, with only the word "release" on it. He circulated it to each unit in turn.

In the vast battlefield, a middle-aged soldier with an ordinary appearance and demeanor frowned slightly, and then slowly relaxed his brows. The King of Nanyong was indeed a man of temperament who was afraid that the old general would die in battle.

(End of this chapter)