I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

Seven hundred and forty-two.0 Perseverance, fighting against the odds

Zhang Dongyun does not expect Yuanhe Tianzun and others to answer his questions.

The answer was to find Ye Qingpeng himself.

So under the Xinghua Tiangong Formation, Zhang Dongyun still stepped forward.

Taking one step forward, all the starlight in the void of the surrounding universe was instantly wiped out.

Even the palaces and pavilions made of starlight have collapsed one after another following Zhang Dongyun's footsteps.

Yuanhe Tianzun's expression was solemn, and the magic formulas of his hands standing in front of his chest changed continuously.

The starlight in the formation is continuously replenished to maintain the operation of the formation.

The stream of light extending from the palace city completely gave up the sword light changes used for attacks at this moment, and focused exclusively on chains, concentrating on restraining Zhang Dongyun.

Yuanhe Tianzun is not looking for casualties at the moment, but only hopes to temporarily hinder the footsteps of this terrible enemy.

As for killing the enemy, Yuanhe Tianzun has no hope at all in his own formation at this moment, and can only look forward to the Daliang Shenchao Sangong in the formation.

The three important ministers of the Liang Dynasty did not disappoint Yuanhe Tianzun.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for the Xingguang Tiangong Formation to restrain Zhang Dongyun with all its strength, the three of them immediately rushed forward again.

Wang Bingguo, the great Sima of the Liang Dynasty, had been injured by Zhang Dongyun before, but now he was fearless and took the lead, fully demonstrating the bravery of a strong martial artist.

With his injured arm behind his back, Wang Bingguo's other arm once again gathered blood and turned into a blood sword.

Su Po's swordsmanship, using the sword to enter the Tao, continued to expand and reach the ultimate purity of the sword.

Dongnan Yangtian Baiyuan pursues the most extreme integration of man and sword, transforming his body into a sword.

And Wang Bingguo, the top master of swordsmanship in Yantian in the south, cultivates an extremely ferocious killing sword to slaughter the world with blood.

The violent aura of his sword is extremely strong. To a certain extent, the violent aura even outweighs the sword aura.

Rather than saying it is a top-notch swordsmanship, it is better to say it is an extremely vicious killing method that uses a sword as a weapon.

Even though he injured an arm, Wang Bingguo was still fierce when he drew his sword.

Unlike other warriors whose combat effectiveness declines after being injured and losing blood.

When Wang Bingguo was injured, the bloody evil spirit became stronger than before in a short period of time, rising to a new peak.

Behind him were two Confucian sub-sages, standing still.

The remaining two of the three princes of the Daliang Dynasty, Chief Situ Zhongzheng and Chief Sikong Lu Jing, were both well-educated Confucians.

They let the injured Wang Bingguo charge forward at this moment, not betraying the other party.

At the same time as Wang Bingguo drew his sword, Zhong Zheng and Lu Jing also took action.

Two Wenqu stars hang high in the starlight palace formation, eye-catching.

Although the brilliance is not dazzling, the literary music and stars shine, revealing the spirit of endless civilization. In the changing array of stars, they are like eternal stars.

Lu Jing, the great minister of the Liang Dynasty, splashed his brush and ink, and his splendid articles spread across the sky and the earth, as if the surrounding universe was flattened.

Under the illumination of Wenqu stars, the plane further shrank into a black ink line.

Facing the great magical power of the Confucian sub-sage, Zhang Dongyun only shook his hand.

The ink line immediately expanded into a surface again, and then restored the original appearance of the void of the universe.

As Zhang Dongyun waved his hand, a dazzling light immediately expanded and stretched around.

Just in time to block Wang Bingguo's bloody sword.

Both Wang Bingguo and Lu Jing were shocked when they saw this.

For people below the sixteenth realm, when Wang Bingguo, who was in the ancient emperor realm, drew his sword and hit the same target, there was almost no time difference.

Even the Martial Arts Divine Lord at the fifteenth level has difficulty reacting in time.

Even if he managed to parry, he would still be in a state of embarrassment. After falling into a disadvantage, it would be difficult to recover. In the end, he would be hit by several swords at the same time and stabbed into a sieve by Wang Bingguo.

However, the opponent in front of him not only reacted in time, but also struck a powerful blow both offensively and defensively, which shocked Wang Bingguo so much that he almost dropped his bloody sword.

Outsiders would not know that Zhang Dongyun's "sun" style seems to be the last to arrive, but in fact it has already been effective.

The "sun" is immortal and exists forever, and there is no distinction between day and night in the void of the universe.

This magical skill surrounded Zhang Dongyun from beginning to end.

Except when Zhang Dongyun uses "Tai Yin", the "Sun" always exists.

It seems invisible at ordinary times, but as soon as it is attacked, it will immediately react and attack, never slower than the opponent's attack.

Normally, such magical power is running all the time, which consumes too much on the owner and is difficult to maintain for a long time.

However, Zhang Dongyun has magical powers at this moment, and is all around him. It seems that the "sun" is running endlessly and laboriously, but in fact, the daily consumption is very small.

It wasn't until this moment that the strong light burst out, opening up the void, that it really took all the effort.

But for Zhang Dongyun, it was still easy.

The void of the universe expanded with the strong light, carrying a huge force. While blocking Wang Bingguo's blood sword, it also swept away Lu Jing's pen and ink all around.

Within a short period of time after Wang Bingguo was injured, the bloody evil spirit intensified, and the blood sword became even more powerful. It pierced the void for a while and fell into a brief stalemate with the strong light.

After Zhang Dongyun waved, he closed his fingers and made a fist, and then struck Wang Bingguo's bloody sword.

The dazzling light suddenly became more concentrated in this direction, and exploded with more magnificent power.

The blood sword immediately shattered.

Wang Bingguo's arm holding the sword was bleeding, and he was sent flying backwards again, with blood spurting from his mouth.

However, taking advantage of the moment when the light in front of Zhang Dongyun was concentrated, a ray of light came from behind him in an instant, pointing directly at the back of Zhang Dongyun's neck.

The great Situ Zhongzheng of the Liang Dynasty, who originally fell behind the great Sima Wang Bingguo of the Liang Dynasty, was now clearly face to face with him.

Zhong Zheng fell behind Zhang Dongyun.

The old-looking scholar now drew a huge bow that was almost as high as him!

As the bow string vibrated, the arrow turned into a stream of light and flew straight to the back of Zhang Dongyun's neck. The speed seemed to be no slower than Wang Bingguo's sword.

But in such a short period of time, Zhang Dongyun still fished it out with his backhand and caught the Confucian Semi-Saint's divine arrow behind him in his palm.

The stream of light turns back into an arrow.

But at the next moment, a powerful force burst out, turning back into a stream of light to shoot at Zhang Dongyun.

"oh?"

Zhang Dongyun looked at the opposite Zhong Zheng with great interest, but his feet did not move, his body stood still, and his five fingers grasped tightly. The light stream had no time to fly out, and it was fixed into the shape of an arrow again.

The arrow actually gained new strength and was about to fly again.

But in Zhang Dongyun's palm, the arrow could not fly out at all, but its shape alternated between light flow and arrow.

His Confucian classics lingered in Zhang Dongyun's heart, and a bright light burst out between his five fingers.

The arrow broke immediately and could no longer move.

Situ Zhongzheng, the great Situ of the Liang Dynasty, saw that his classical doctrines could not work despite all the odds, and his heart suddenly sank again.

He kept moving his hands, and there was already another arrow on the string, and it was about to fly forward again.

But before the second arrow could leave the string, Zhang Dongyun was already in front of him and broke the giant bow with one punch.

Zhong Zheng's whole body was shaken violently, his seven orifices were bleeding, and the stars above his head dimmed.

The heads of Zhang Dongyun and Zhong Zheng were suddenly shrouded in thick ink.

The ink comes from Lu Jing, the great Sikong of the Liang Dynasty.

After being defeated by Zhang Dongyun for the first time, Lu Jing's literary talent increased instead of increasing.

Originating from his classic philosophy, fight against the odds.

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