Chapter 929 Wang Xianzhi appears again!
The two former "colleagues", Qiankun Imperial Guards and Xuanming Iron Guards, have now once again become enemies fighting for life and death, and are fighting here once again!

On the battlefield, the two forces collided violently, forming a force that could destroy the world.

The Qiankun Bagua Formation of the Qiankun Guards and the Iron Great Wall of the Xuanming Iron Guards confronted each other. Their fighting spirit and murderous aura intertwined together, forming a heart-pounding atmosphere.

Si Yunzhang and Yu Jing, two former "colleagues", met again on the battlefield, with complex emotions flashing in their eyes.

Above them, two Dharma images stood facing each other from a distance. An invisible pressure spread across the battlefield, making the air seem to solidify.

Si Yunzhang rode on Mo Yunzhui, holding the Qiankun double swords, staring directly at Yu Jing opposite him; while Yu Jing also held the Xuanming halberd, standing in the center of the formation, with a stern look and no fear at all.

"kill!"

Si Yunzhang roared, and his voice resounded through the battlefield like thunder. The "Qiankun God" Dharmakāya swung the Qiankun Sword in his hand fiercely. The sword shadow was like a dragon soaring into the sky and a phoenix dancing in the sky. With the power to destroy the world, it rushed straight towards the "Xuanming Cold Dragon" Dharmakāya.

Seeing this, Yu Jing snorted coldly and controlled the "Xuanming Cold Dragon" Dharma image to meet the attack of "Qiankun God".

The cold dragon opened its huge mouth, and an unprecedented "Netherworld Frost Air" condensed into a huge aura, carrying the chill of ice for thousands of miles, and crashed head-on into the Qiankun Sword Shadow.

The two forces suddenly collided on the battlefield, causing a deafening roar.

Where the Qiankun sword shadow and the Netherworld frost energy intersected, there was radiant light and an overwhelming chill, as if the entire world was shaken by this force.

The huge energy fluctuations spread in all directions, causing the soldiers on the battlefield to be knocked down one after another. Some soldiers with weaker cultivation were directly shaken by this force to the point of spitting blood and fainting.

The Qiankun sword shadow was like a dragon soaring across the seas and a phoenix flying into the sky, constantly changing the direction of attack, looking for the flaws of the Xuanming Cold Dragon. The Xuanming Cold Dragon also relied on its own powerful defense and the freezing power of the Netherworld Frost Air to stubbornly resist the continuous attacks.

On the battlefield, every collision between the two Dharma images was accompanied by earth-shaking roars and dazzling light.

Where the Qiankun sword shadow and the Xuanming frosty air intersected, the cold air and the hot air intertwined together, forming huge energy vortexes that stirred up the vitality on the battlefield into chaos.

At the same time, when all the reinforcements from the Daqian Imperial City were temporarily stopped, the solemn atmosphere in the Daqian Imperial Palace reached its peak.

The old eunuch who once followed Prince Si Ruokong of Daqian in the raid on the Yanzhou Chiyu Army and shocked the palace with his martial arts of "Yin Yang Dividing Dusk and Dawn", was now standing on one side of the Qiantian Palace, with his brows furrowed and his eyes slightly closed, as if he was talking to the invisible wind, sensing every movement in the outside world.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, a hint of surprise and solemnity flashed across his eyes, and he whispered, "Here it comes!"

Although the sound was light, it was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, making the surrounding atmosphere instantly tense to the extreme.

Before he finished speaking, an extremely oppressive atmosphere suddenly erupted in the Qiantian Palace, accompanied by a shocking roar, which shook the dust on the roof of the palace to fall.
"Wang Xianzhi, how dare you show up here!"

At this moment, Si Yiqi, who was sitting quietly in the Qiantian Palace, had bloodshot eyes and was wide open with anger, staring at the empty space outside the palace.

Outside the Qiantian Hall in the center of the Daqian Palace, a figure in plain clothes suddenly appeared like a ghost. This seemingly ordinary figure in plain clothes was both familiar and unfamiliar to Si Yiqi and the people around him in Daqian.

The person who came was none other than Wang Xianzhi, the madman who had once killed his father, the previous Daqian Emperor, in the chaos in full view of everyone and who had been wanted by the entire Daqian Dynasty ever since!

Wang Xianzhi's reappearance at this moment seemed to freeze time. He had a blank expression and walked steadily. Every step he took left faint ripples in the air.

As he walked, the space around him began to distort. Green dragons formed by his internal energy slowly condensed and emerged from the void like living creatures. They surrounded him like living spirit dragons, with gleaming scales and dragon roars, with a magnificent aura.

"A green dragon swimming in one sleeve"!
This unique martial art created by Wang Xianzhi once again demonstrated its unparalleled magnificence at this moment!
The eighteen green dragons were either circling upwards, or swooping down, or intertwining and entwining. Each one contained the power to destroy the world, but under the control of Wang Xianzhi, they appeared to be harmonious and orderly.

When it was put into use, eighteen green dragons rose into the sky, all centered around Wang Xianzhi, becoming the extension of his will, changing as he wished.

Wherever the Azure Dragon passed, the air was torn apart, leaving behind transparent cracks, demonstrating the terrifying power of this martial art.

Si Yiqi in the hall was watching this scene with anger in his eyes almost bursting out. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he did not feel any pain.

At this moment, there was only hatred in his heart, only deep hatred for Wang Xianzhi. However, within this hatred, there was also a hint of imperceptible fear.

He knew that with Wang Xianzhi's strength, he had nothing to fear in front of the luxurious lineup around him.

But there is no reason why Wang Xianzhi would not know about this situation which can be seen at a glance.

Therefore, since this madman dared to appear here blatantly tonight, it means that he is confident that he can escape unscathed!
At this moment, the old eunuch who was famous for "Dividing the Day and Night with Yin and Yang" took a deep breath and whispered a few words to the old eunuchs next to him.

Then the figure suddenly disappeared, as if it had merged into the air, and in the blink of an eye it appeared not far from Wang Xianzhi.

His appearance did not bring up a trace of wind, nor disturb a single fallen leaf. It was as if he was part of the air and could appear or disappear at any time and anywhere.

"Wang Xianzhi, if you dare to come here today, don't even think about leaving alive!"

The old eunuch's voice was feminine. Looking at Wang Xianzhi's steps that still did not stop at all, the yin and yang power in his palms surged wildly.

"You are an old thing that is about to be buried in the ground. Do you think you can stop me? You are too naive."

Wang Xianzhi looked at the old eunuch in front of him, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, and he smiled lightly.

Before he finished speaking, the atmosphere between the two men became tense. As the old eunuch waved his hands, a force of yin and yang instantly surged out, turning into an invisible sharp blade and slashing towards Wang Xianzhi.

This sharp blade is neither real nor illusory, but is formed by the interweaving of two completely opposite forces of yin and yang. It is extremely sharp and yet elusive.

(End of this chapter)