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Chapter 294 The Qi-Piercing Crossbow, Dragon's Roar as an Interception

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He swung his purple-gold hammer sharply, pointing it towards the Purple Cloud Sect, and shouted, "Release the arrows!"

As soon as the command was given, a barrage of arrows erupted from behind, like dark clouds obscuring the sun, the arrows raining down like a storm.

Interspersed among them were countless arrows with special patterns.

These arrows are extraordinary; they are specially made Qi-breaking crossbows and Qi-shattering arrows by the Tianwu Continent army, developed specifically to deal with martial arts sects that cultivate internal energy.

The arrows are engraved with exquisite runes.

Capable of tearing through the air during flight, each arrow contains a special power that can shatter internal energy shields, penetrate a cultivator's true energy defense, and strike directly at their physical body.

Even a master-level expert.

Faced with such a dense and powerful barrage of arrows, it would be difficult to escape unscathed.

In an instant, arrows rained down like a sieve, whistling as they shot towards the Zixia Taoist sect.

Each arrow carried the murderous aura of an army and the chilling intent of the battlefield, as if it were meant to pierce through the entire Zixia Mountain.

Even a master-level expert would find it difficult to escape unscathed from such a dense barrage of arrows.

Those cultivators who tried to escape using their lightness skills became easy targets for arrows.

They tumbled and leaped through the air, yet they could not escape the arrows' pursuit.

One after another, the air-piercing arrows pierced through the air, carrying a sharp killing intent, and accurately struck their targets.

Upon seeing this, the leader of the Zixia Daoist sect felt a chill in his heart.

He knew the power of these specially made arrows, also known as the Shattering Arrows, and even a grandmaster like him would not dare to take them head-on.

He quickly ordered his disciples to take cover from the rain of arrows, while simultaneously wielding his sword to deflect the arrows flying towards him.

However, the rain of arrows was so dense that many cultivators from the Zixia Dao Sect were still injured by the arrows.

In an instant, cries of agony filled the air, and blood stained the land of Zixia Mountain.

The sect leader was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do.

He could only watch helplessly as his disciples fell one by one in the rain of arrows, his heart filled with endless grief and despair.

The rain of arrows lasted for quite some time before gradually subsiding.

When the last arrow landed, Zixia Mountain was in complete disarray.

Many cultivators were seriously injured and lay on the ground groaning in pain.

The once magnificent buildings were also ravaged by arrows and left in ruins.

Gongsun Yang looked at the scene before him and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"Those who surrender live, those who resist die!"

He swung the purple-gold hammer, pointing it at the Zixia Taoist sect once again.

However, the cultivators of the Zixia Dao Sect did not yield.

Although they were seriously injured, their fighting spirit remained undiminished.

They helped each other to their feet, glaring at Gongsun Yang and the Night Fiend Army, preparing for a final, desperate battle.

...

Meanwhile, within Yuzhou, Jing Yaoyan, the head of the Great Qian Suspended Mirror Bureau, was leading a large number of Suspended Mirror Envoys on a rapid march towards Zixia Mountain in Luoxia County.

"Haha, Master, this road is blocked!"

Suddenly, their path was blocked.

A powerful figure, equally renowned in the martial world, stood in the middle of the road, wielding a long saber and exuding an imposing aura.

Behind him was a group of warriors dressed in black with cold expressions, clearly the Night King's forces.

The Celestial Master laughed loudly, his voice shaking the heavens.

"Liu Wuhen, the 'Dragon Roar Blade Saint'? Why are you blocking my path?"

Jing Yaoyan gently pulled on the reins, stopped in front of his horse, and stared coldly at the famous Celestial Master. His voice was deep and calm, like the water of a cold pool.

Liu Wuhen stood with his sword in hand, his posture as upright as a pine tree. A sharp sword aura emanated from him, as if even the surrounding air was frozen by his domineering presence.

The aura of a mid-stage Celestial being is incredibly powerful.

He was not a celestial being within the Great Qian Dynasty, yet at this moment, he seemed to have merged with this ancient land, exuding an indescribable harmony and power.

"I, Liu, am under the command of the Night King and have been ordered to remain here to await Lord Jing."

Liu Wuhen spoke slowly, his voice like an echo from distant mountains, each word carrying the weight of history.

His choice of words is meticulous, as if every word carries the traces of time, exuding an ancient and timeless atmosphere.

"I understand the Night King's intentions."

"Yao Yan truly does not understand why Master Liu has come from afar and has condescended to stay here."

A hint of doubt and confusion flashed between Jing Yaoyan's brows, but he did not show it on his face; instead, his tone became even colder.

"Although I am not a citizen of the Great Qian Dynasty, since I have already served the Night King, I should do my utmost."

"It is a fortunate thing to meet Master Jing today."

"However, military orders are hard to disobey, so I have no choice but to make friends here with my sword."

Liu Wuhen smiled gently, a smile that carried a hint of helplessness and determination.

Having said that, he slowly drew the long sword from his waist. In an instant, the sword flashed like snow, illuminating everything around him.

That elegant posture and that sharp aura are like a beautiful historical scroll slowly unfolding in the ancient world of martial arts.

Jing Yaoyan frowned slightly. He knew that time was of the essence and the Zixia Dao Sect was in imminent danger. He could not linger here for too long.

"Liu Wuhen, I respect you as a renowned figure in the martial arts world, but I have important matters to attend to today and cannot entangle myself with you."

"Please make way for me; I will definitely pay you a visit someday."

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Haha, then I'm sorry, Director Jing."

"To be loyal to the person entrusted with a task."

"The Master wishes to come over today? He'll have to ask the Dragon's Roar Blade in my hand first!"

Liu Wuhen remained unmoved, shaking his head expressionlessly.

With that, he flashed forward, closing in instantly, and slashed at Jing Yaoyan with the Dragon Roar Blade in his hand, its sharp blade energy piercing through.

Jing Yaoyan's eyes sharpened, and his figure moved swiftly like the wind, skillfully dodging the knife.

"Liu Wuhen, you asked for this!"

Jing Yao's tone was icy. He moved swiftly, disappearing from his spot like a ghost, and appeared behind Liu Wuhen the next moment.

Jing Yaoyan, the director of the Suspended Mirror Bureau, possesses unfathomable martial arts skills. His martial arts style integrates the strengths of many schools, making him unparalleled in the martial arts world.

He was tall and slender, with a handsome face and a heroic air about him.

Every move he makes is seemingly effortless, yet each one is deadly.

At the same time, Jing Yaoyan's swordsmanship is the martial art he is most proficient in.

The swordsmanship he practiced incorporated the essence of various schools, possessing both fierce offensive capabilities and solid defensive capabilities.

Whenever he holds a sword, he seems to become one with the sword, exuding an aura of inviolability.

Among his sword techniques, the most famous is the "Willow Dance Sword Technique".

This sword technique is known for its agility and versatility. The sword moves flow continuously, like a spring breeze rustling willows, both graceful and sharp.

Whenever Jing Yaoyan used this sword technique, the sword light would flash like willow catkins, dazzling and unpredictable.

Besides his swordsmanship, his lightness skill was also unparalleled in the martial arts world. His movements were light, elusive, and unpredictable, making him difficult to grasp.

"Clang!"

The two weapons clashed, producing a crisp sound.

Jing Yaoyan's longsword and Liu Wuhen's longsword drew graceful arcs in the air, each collision sparking a burst of sparks.