Chapter 298: Air-breaking Crossbow, Dragon's Roar Blocks
A trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he swung the purple gold hammer in his hand violently, pointing it towards the Zixia Taoist sect, and shouted: "Shoot!"

As soon as the order was given, thousands of arrows were fired from behind him, like dark clouds covering the sun, and the arrows came like a rainstorm.

Mixed among them are countless arrows with special patterns painted on them.

These arrows are extraordinary. They are specially made air-breaking crossbows and air-shattering arrows by the Tianwu Continent Army. They are specially developed to deal with martial arts sects that practice inner strength.

There are exquisite runes engraved on the arrows.

Capable of tearing the air apart during flight, each arrow contains a special power that can break the internal force shield, penetrate the practitioner's true qi defense, and go straight to their body.

Even a master-level strong man.

It is difficult to escape unscathed from such a dense and powerful volley of arrows.

For a moment, arrows rained down like a rain of weaving, whistling towards the Zixia Taoist sect.

Each arrow contained the murderous aura of the army and the murderous intent on the battlefield, as if it was going to pierce through the entire Zixia Mountain.

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

Those monks who tried to escape by using light skills became sitting ducks for arrows.

They tumbled and moved in the air, but still couldn't escape the arrows.

One after another, the air-piercing arrows pierced through the air, carrying fierce murderous intent and hitting the target accurately.

The leader of the Zixia Taoist sect felt a sinking feeling in his heart when he saw this.

He was well aware of the power of these special arrows, also known as the Air-Breaking Arrows. Even a master like him did not dare to take them head-on.

He quickly ordered his disciples to dodge the rain of arrows, and at the same time swung his sword to cut off the arrows flying towards him.

However, the rain of arrows was too dense and many monks of the Zixia Taoist sect were still injured by the arrows.

For a moment, wailing was heard everywhere and blood dyed the land of Zixia Mountain red.

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

He could only watch his disciples fall one by one in the hail of arrows, his heart filled with endless grief and helplessness.

The rain of arrows lasted for a long time before gradually stopping.

When the last arrow landed, Zixia Mountain was already in ruins.

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

And those originally majestic buildings were also destroyed by arrows and were in ruins.

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

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

He swung the purple gold hammer and pointed it at the Zixia Taoist sect again.

However, the monks of Zixia Taoist sect did not surrender.

Although they were seriously injured, the fighting spirit in their eyes had not disappeared.

They supported each other to stand up, glaring at Gongsun Yang and the Yesha Army, preparing for the final fight to the death.

At this time in Yuzhou, Jing Yaoyan, the head of the Daqian Xuanjing Division, was leading many Xuanjing users and rushing towards Zixia Mountain in Luoxia County.

"Haha, Master Si, this road is blocked!"

Suddenly, the road ahead was blocked by someone.

A powerful man who was also a martial arts master, holding a long sword and looking very imposing, stood in the middle of the road.

Behind him was a group of warriors dressed in black with stern faces. They were obviously the forces under the command of the Night King.

The Grand Master of Heaven and Man raised his head and laughed so loudly that his voice shook the sky.

"'Dragon Roar Sword Saint' Liu Wuhen? Why are you blocking my way forward?"

Jing Yaoyan gently pulled the reins and stopped in front of the horse, staring coldly at the master of heaven and man who was famous in the world. His voice was deep, like the water in a cold pond, quiet and profound.

Liu Wuhen stood there with a knife in his hand, his posture as straight as a pine tree. A sharp knife aura emanated faintly from him, as if even the air around him was frozen by his domineering aura.

The aura of a mid-stage celestial being was extremely powerful. He was not a celestial being from the Daqian Dynasty, but at this moment, he seemed to have merged with this ancient land, exuding an indescribable harmony and power.

"I am a subordinate of the Night King. I am here under orders to wait for Master Jing."

Liu Wuhen opened his mouth slowly, his voice like the echo of distant mountains, the weight of history flowing in every word.

His choice of words is exquisite, as if every word carries the traces of time, revealing an ancient and distant atmosphere.

"Yao Yan understands the Night King's intention."

"However, Master Liu has come from afar and is willing to submit to this. Yao Yan is really confused."

A hint of doubt and confusion flashed across Jing Yaoyan's brows, but it did not show on his face, only his tone became colder.

"Although I am not from Daqian, since I have served the Night King, I will do my best."

"It is a blessing to meet Master Jing today."

"But I cannot disobey the military order, so I have no choice but to meet my friend here with my sword."

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

After saying that, he slowly drew out the long sword from his waist. For a moment, the sword light was like snow, illuminating everything around him.

That elegant posture and that fierce momentum are like a beautiful historical picture scroll, slowly unfolding in the ancient world.

Jing Yaoyan frowned slightly. He knew very well that time was running out and the Zixia Taoist sect was in danger. He couldn't delay here for too long.

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

"Please make way. I will come to visit you someday."

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Haha, I'm sorry, Master Jing."

"Be loyal to the people who trust you."

"Master Si wants to go over today? Then you have to ask the Dragon Roar Knife in my hand if it agrees!"

Liu Wuhen was unmoved. He shook his head with an expressionless face.

After saying that, he flashed and approached in an instant, slashing towards Jing Yaoyan with the Dragon Roar Sword in his hand with a sharp blade energy.

Jing Yaoyan's eyes flashed, his body moved as swiftly as the wind, and he dodged the knife skillfully.

"Liu Wuhen, you asked for this!"

Jing Yao's tone was cold. He moved and disappeared from the spot like a ghost. The next moment he appeared behind Liu Wuhen.

Jing Yaoyan, the director of Xuan Jing Division, has unfathomable martial arts skills. His martial arts style is a combination of the strengths of many schools, making him unique in the martial arts world.

He has a tall and slender figure, a handsome face, and a heroic look between his brows.

Every time he attacked, it was always light and effortless, yet every move was deadly.

At the same time, Jing Yaoyan's swordsmanship is the martial art he is best at.

The swordsmanship he practiced integrated the essence of various major schools, and it has both fierce offensive and solid defensive capabilities.

Whenever he held the sword in his hand, his whole body seemed to become one with the sword, and the sword's power was awe-inspiring and inviolable.

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

This sword technique is known for its agility and versatility. The sword moves are continuous, like the spring breeze blowing on the willows, both gentle and sharp.

Whenever Jing Yaoyan performed this sword technique, the sword light flashed like flying catkins, which was dazzling and unpredictable.

In addition to his swordsmanship, his lightness skills are also unique in the martial arts world. His body movements are light, erratic and unpredictable, making him hard to predict.

"Qiang!"

The two weapons collided, making a crisp sound.

Jing Yaoyan's long sword and Liu Wuhen's long knife drew graceful arcs in the air, and every collision sparked a burst of sparks.

(End of this chapter)