Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

Chapter 123 Jin Dasheng Kills Zheng Lun

In front of the two armies, the wind blew up dust, war drums beat, and flags fluttered.

Zheng Lun's eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned the array of the Xiqi army and shouted loudly:

"Who is Beibohou Chonghouhu? Come out and fight with grandpa!"

Zheng Lun's voice echoed across the battlefield, full of provocation and confidence.

The demon-subduing pestle in his hand gleamed coldly in the sunlight, as if it couldn't wait to drink blood.

In the Xiqi army camp, when Beibohou Chonghouhu heard Zheng Lun's provocation, his face suddenly turned red, his eyes widened with anger, and he tightly grasped the spear in his hand, wishing he could rush out immediately to fight Zheng Lun to the death.

However, just as he was about to draw his gun and go into battle, a steady and powerful voice sounded in his ears.

"Hold on, Lord Beibo! You are no match for this man!"

Chong Houhu was slightly startled when he heard the voice, and turned to look at Jin Dasheng beside him, wondering:

"Oh? Why do you see this?"

"This person is not an ordinary person. I see the fluctuations of spiritual energy around him. He is a cultivator. If you attack rashly, your life might be in danger." Jin Dasheng explained.

After hearing Jin Dasheng's explanation, Chong Houhu couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

He recalled Zheng Lun's provocative and confident look just now, and couldn't help feeling a little scared.

So, Chonghouhu took a deep breath, calmed himself down, then bowed and said respectfully:

"I see. Thank you for telling me, Immortal!"

Jin Dasheng nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with determination. He spoke slowly, his voice steady and powerful:

"Marquis Beibo, I will deal with this man myself. I originally wanted to launch a full-scale offensive tomorrow and capture Jizhou City in one fell swoop, but it seems that they are more impatient than us."

"In that case, don't blame us for not giving them a chance to breathe."

Chonghouhu heard this and said excitedly:

"My Lord, you are wise. I have long disliked Jizhou Marquis Su Hu. When I capture Jizhou City, I will definitely humiliate him!"

Xibohou Jichang, who was standing by, heard the conversation between the two and thought to himself:

"The day when Jizhou will be conquered is imminent. It seems that we should arrange for Brother Su's relatives to leave first. If we really wait until the city is conquered to make arrangements, I'm afraid it will be too late."

"Lord Xibo, you can arrange for the Xiqi army to be ready now. Once the immortal captures this man, we will capture Jizhou City in one fell swoop." Lord Beibo looked at Lord Xibo Ji Chang and said.

When Xibo Hou Jichang heard what Beibo Hou Chonghouhu said, he came to his senses.

"it is good!"

Ji Chang spoke slowly, his voice steady and powerful:

"I will order them to prepare immediately. This operation is of great importance and cannot afford to fail. Immortal, I'll trouble you to go there."

Jin Dasheng couldn't help laughing when he heard Ji Chang's words, and waved his hand and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, my two lords. This is a trivial matter, so why worry about it? I will set out immediately and will definitely return victorious."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Dasheng turned and left the tent, followed closely by Xibohou and Beibohou.

After a while, Jin Dasheng walked to the opposite side of Zheng Lun.

When Zheng Lun saw the person coming, his face became solemn, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he stared at Jin Dasheng closely.

When Jin Dasheng's figure appeared completely in his sight, Zheng Lun's eyes flashed a hint of vigilance, but more of it was anger and murderous intent.

"Who are you? Let Beibohou Chonghouhu come out!"

Zheng Lun shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield like thunder.

Jin Dasheng smiled slightly, with a playful smile on his face. He said:

"I am Jin Dasheng, a disciple of Jiejiao. Since you are also a cultivator, there is no need for mortals to come and fight against you."

Zheng Lun snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with coldness. He said angrily:

"Humph! A disciple of Jiejiao? I don't care who you are. You must pay for killing Quanzhong's nephew. Now, I will kill you first, and then charge into Xiqi's camp to get Beibohou's head!"

Upon hearing this, Jin Dasheng raised his eyebrows slightly, with a mocking look on his face, and said disdainfully:

"Haha! You are so arrogant! Just you? Do you have what it takes?"

Jin Dasheng's tone was full of disdain and contempt. He shook his head and continued to mock:

"I won't kill you. If you know what's best for you, you can go back and ask for forgiveness from Jizhou Hou Su Hu, open the city gates, and surrender. Then I can spare his life.

"Otherwise, when Jizhou City is destroyed, Su Hu will inevitably die."

Jin Dasheng's words were full of threats and intimidation, but Zheng Lun was not intimidated by him.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and responded coldly:

"Hmph, Jin Dasheng, stop being so arrogant! Since you want to die for Beibohou first, then I will grant your wish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Lun, riding on a fire-eyed golden-eyed beast, holding two demon-subduing pestles, and using his spiritual power to attack Jin Dasheng.

Jin Dasheng looked at the fluctuations of spiritual energy around Zheng Lun and murmured:

"You are at the middle stage of True Immortal. With your cultivation level, you still want to fight me head-on. You really don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is."

After saying this, he activated his cultivation at the initial stage of Xuanxian, tightly grasped the three-pointed, double-edged sword, and met Zheng Lun's attack.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword turned into a blue light and collided fiercely with the demon-subduing pestle.

"boom--!!!"

A loud bang shook the entire battlefield, and the two attacks collided with each other, bursting out with dazzling light and powerful air waves.

Zheng Lun only felt a huge force coming, his body swayed, he groaned, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he did not retreat, instead launched an even more ferocious attack.

There was also a hint of surprise in Jin Dasheng's eyes. He didn't expect that although Zheng Lun's cultivation was not as good as his, his fighting ability was so strong.

However, he quickly adjusted his state and started a fierce confrontation with Zheng Lun.

As time went by, Zheng Lun gradually felt overwhelmed.

His attacks became slower and slower, and his defense began to show flaws.

Jin Dasheng continued his offensive, forcing Zheng Lun to retreat step by step.

Zheng Lun knew that his current situation was very bad. If he didn't use his special skills, he would probably die today.

He flashed and put some distance between himself and Jin Dasheng.

Seeing this scene, Jin Dasheng became alert.

So he stared at Zheng Lun closely, ready to strike first when the other party made the next move.

Just as Zheng Lun was about to launch his ultimate move, Jin Dasheng suddenly moved.

His body trembled and his abdomen bulged suddenly, as if a powerful force was surging inside.

Then he opened his mouth wide and took out a piece of bezoar from his stomach.

The bezoar was the size of a bowl, shining with golden light, as if it was a star falling from the sky.

The bezoar gushed out like a lit rocket, turning into a beam of fire and rushing straight towards Zheng Lun.

Zheng Lun was shocked when he saw this. He did not expect Jin Dasheng to attack so decisively. He quickly urged his magic power to condense the air around his body into a barrier, trying to resist the bezoar that was like a block of fire.

However, the power of the bezoar was too strong, and the barrier collapsed the moment it came into contact with it.

"what--!!!"

Zheng Lun only had time to let out a scream before he was hit by the bezoar that was like a block of fire.

His body drew an arc in the air and then fell heavily to the ground.

Jin Dasheng put away the bezoar and walked towards Zheng Lun.

After a moment, Jin Dasheng looked at Zheng Lun who was struggling to get up and said softly:

"The consequence of speaking out of turn is... death!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Dasheng slashed at Zheng Lun with a three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand.

"puff--!!!"

Zheng Lun's head was chopped off by Jin Dasheng, and blood gushed out.