My Wife Is A General Who Killed Tens Of Thousands On The Battlefield

In the Great Zhou Palace.

Zhang Qian looked at the second prince in front of him and fell silent.

Didn't he do this?

Who is that?

At this moment, Zhang Qian suddenly noticed a person floating in the air.

The bright head reflects the light in the sun.

It was Zhizhen.

Zhang Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Zhizhen.

This person has no dark circles.

That's right, Monk Zhizhen's skin is fair and rosy, and he looks very good, so he is definitely not tricked.

"Who is your Excellency?" Zhang Qian asked with a frown.

Zhizhen laughed, smiling so happily.

"You shouldn't come by yourself! Do you think you can solve everything? You can't." Zhizhen said lightly.

Hearing these words, Zhang Qian still had some guesses in his heart, he was afraid that this incident was done by this harmless little monk in front of him!

Zhang Qian's eyes were filled with killing intent, and he said coldly, "The black worm is your handwriting?"

Zhizhen smiled and said: "Yes. How is it? Do you feel that it is perfect? ​​Everyone's vitality will be absorbed by those bugs and supplied to me. The life and death of people in the whole country are in my hands. One person is less than a dozen or two Ten years of life, just enough to die after the prime of life, how wonderful, save food, and provide me with energy, kill two birds with one stone, wouldn't it be great!"

"What's the use of keeping the decadent and stupid life of the elderly?" Zhizhen looked at Zhang Qian and said, "For example, what's the use of a guy like you with such strength? It's useless except for killing. Die, that would be the best!"

Zhang Qian's eyes flickered, and there was an extra long sword in his hand.

The killing intent in his heart was soaring, but he still maintained restraint.

"Do you dare to fight me?"

Zhang Qian didn't want to fight in the city. Once he made a move with his combat power, it would inevitably bring disaster to Chi Yu.

Monk Zhizhen smiled and said: "Since I came out, I naturally want to fight you. I'm not afraid to tell you that as long as you kill me, those bugs will disappear. So, keep your killing intent and don't let me down."

From start to finish, he took it easy.

"Swoosh!" Zhang Qian flew straight away.

The little monk followed closely behind.

The two flew away from the Great Zhou Imperial Capital one after the other.

In the wilderness, the two stood in the air.

Zhang Qian looked at the little monk and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

To be able to do such a shocking thing, Zhang Qian knew that this guy was absolutely extraordinary.

Monk Zhizhen looked at Zhang Qian, shook his head and said, "That's not something you can know, go ahead, I've heard that Zhang Qian's Excalibur is unparalleled in the world, I want to see how powerful it is."

"Hahaha!" Zhang Qian let out a long laugh, and in an instant, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, and a huge sword appeared at Zhang Qian's feet.

The sword in his hand hangs upside down in the sky, shining with stars, dancing with silver light, like a shooting star.

Zhang Qian has never been a hesitant person, if he can't ask for a result, he will just cut it off.

A sword is cut out, like a galaxy falling into the sky, and the vast sword intent soars into the sky.

The gorgeous sword energy cut straight down.

"Ding!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded instantly.

Zhang Qian's eyes widened.

what did he see

Monk Zhizhen put one hand behind his back, and raised a finger in the other hand.

Lift up slightly.

On the fingertips, black air surged.

Form a terrifying cyclone, as if to involve everything around it.

Just such a finger resisted Zhang Qian's sword energy.

The sword energy in front of Monk Zhizhen disappeared, while another part of the sword energy fell down the air.

"boom!"

On the ground, a huge gully was cut out.

Zhang Qian's hand holding the sword trembled a little.

He looked at the young monk with an immature face in front of him.

This guy is definitely the strongest enemy he has ever encountered in his life.

When the sword fell, monk Zhizhen's eyes flashed with disappointment.

"Is that the only way? Even if I only use the cultivation base of the eighth rank of heaven, you can't even cut my fingers. How dare you call yourself a sword god?"

Zhang Qian looked at the huge slash below, and then at the little monk in front of him.

saint!

This thought came to him.

It's so easy.

Perhaps only a saint can resist his attack so easily.

As for what the little monk said, Zhang Qian didn't take it seriously. The higher the level, the higher the realm, it's not just a matter of cultivation. The control of energy and the comprehension of the rules are all the differences in combat power.

For a moment, Zhang Qian knew that this time, he might really be unable to leave.

There is a high probability that he can't beat this seemingly harmless little monk in front of him.

After hesitating for a moment, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes. Zhang Qian looked at the little monk and took a step forward!

With a serious face, he said in a cold voice: "I, Zhang Qian, practiced swordsmanship at the age of seven. It has been 130 years since then. I have encountered 3,564 powerful enemies in my life, and I have never lost a single defeat. I wish to die with my back on my back, this sword - Fleeting Years, please taste it!"

He stepped forward step by step, and walked in the air. Every step he took, every sentence he said, his momentum became more powerful.

Monk Zhizhen's face became serious.

This guy in front of him is burning his life!

I saw Zhang Qian's hair, from the original jet black, within a few words, it was already as white as snow.

The skin also gradually withers and ages.

It seems that in an instant, the long river of time has passed.

The only pair of eyes, bright as stars.

Between life and death, Zhang Qian had a free and easy smile on his face, waved his hand calmly, and slashed out with a sword.

The long sword swung down instantly.

From the original brightness, it became rusty and mottled, and the tip of the sword shattered and flew away.

This divine sword that has been with Zhang Qian for many years can't bear the fleeting years that the sword intends.

Iron filings were flying all over the sky.

The brightness in Zhang Qian's eyes was gradually fading away.

In an instant, the heaven, earth and galaxy stagnated.

Gongsun Shi, who was far away on Jiuyou Island, suddenly raised his head.

I don't know how long it has passed, but it seems to be just a moment.

The flow of time and space resumed, and Monk Zhizhen looked at his right hand.

At this time has disappeared.

On the opposite side, Zhang Qian's eyes gradually dimmed, and his whole body shattered like his long sword.

Turned into fly ash and dissipated.

Monk Zhizhen's face was full of indifference, and he said softly: "A mere eighth-rank celestial rank, with your life and my hand, it is worthy of the name of the divine sword. Unfortunately, you shouldn't come, and if I give you another hundred years, it might not be an opponent ! The Sword of Fleeting Years, a good name, but unfortunately, you can't survive this fleeting time."

In the next second, the little monk's eyes froze slightly, and the black worms in the entire Zhou Dynasty surged at the same time.

Suddenly, a large amount of life energy gathered in his body!

Hundreds of millions of people, the life energy gathered together is terrifying.

The little monk's right hand suddenly came out again.

It's just that the hand is as dry as a zombie.

The little monk narrowed his eyes slightly, and a large amount of life force gathered!

However, it still cannot be changed, that old palm.

Obviously, the reborn palm still couldn't get rid of the erosion of the fleeting power.

Time flies in an instant, and fleeting years pour a sword.

Zhang Qian's last sword in his life still brought some unexpected pain to the little monk.

It's just that a generation of sword gods who can be called astonishingly talented has come to an end.

And that fleeting sword has completely exceeded the limit of the so-called eighth rank of heaven, but the price of exceeding the limit is very high.