There Is A Dragon In My Well

"Arrogant! You are the only general who dares to speak bravely in front of me?"

Zhou Daoyuan looked at Nurha charging towards him with a sword, his arrogant look almost made him crook his nose.

"Today I will let you, a man, see who takes whose head! Give me your life!"

Zhou Daoyuan also shouted loudly and rushed out on horseback.

His horse is not an ordinary horse, but a dragon horse with dragon blood, which can carry thousands of kilograms of weight.

You must know that each of his pair of bright silver hammers weighs no less than a thousand catties. If it were an ordinary horse, how could it carry him.

"Hey, eat me with a knife!!"

Nurha also roared and looked at Zhou Daoyuan, who was approaching, slashing with his sword.

There was a loud clang, sparks flying, and strong winds blowing.

The two passed by each other, exchanged positions, and faced each other for a round.

This first round was just a preliminary test. No one took advantage and no one suffered a loss.

"Hey! You man, you should also try my bright silver hammer!"

However, Zhou Daoyuan had experienced many battles and had roughly figured out the opponent's strength in one round. He immediately shouted loudly and drove his mount to kill him.

The bright silver hammer was in his hand, powerful and heavy, and his moves were fierce. In the blink of an eye, he had already struck dozens of strikes.

Just listening to Dang Dangdang for a while, Nurha's face had changed, and he couldn't hold it.

He roared angrily, struck with several swords, and forced Zhou Daoyuan's attack away. He thought he was going to start a counterattack, but unexpectedly he turned around and ran towards the city.

"What a common man, where can I escape!"

When Zhou Daoyuan saw the other party's actions, his eyes turned red with anger. He quickly took out a talisman, slapped it on the bright silver hammer, murmured something in his mouth, and suddenly raised his hand and threw it: "Hey!"

The bright silver hammer suddenly flashed with light, like a comet striking the moon, emitting a strong light, and hit Nurha's back with a bang, smashing it into a meat pie on the spot.

Even the mount lion and horse beast was smashed into a ball, red and white all over the ground.

The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty beheaded the opponent's general as soon as they saw their leader for a few turns. A burst of cheers broke out and their morale was greatly boosted.

"Is this your Tianzhu general? He can only brag and has no real skills!"

"With this kind of stuff, we will kill as many as we come! Those who know how to deal with it should surrender immediately!"

Zhou Daoyuan raised the bright silver hammer in his hand, pointed at the Tianzhu coach on the city wall and mocked.

Tianzhu's coach's expression turned gloomy when he heard this, and several generals around him roared to come down and teach him a lesson.

Now that Zhou Daoyuan has taken action, of course he will not let go of such a good opportunity to challenge the generals, and teased loudly: "What's wrong? You are still not convinced, are you?"

"This general is waiting for you here. Are you willing to challenge me?"

"What a bastard, he actually insulted us like this, Marshal, Ma Mo requested to step aside and defend his dignity to the death!"

A tall man with a height of 1.9 meters roared with anger on his face.

The Tianzhu coach had a gloomy face, and then with a bang, he slapped his palm on the city wall and said coldly: "That's right!"

"Thank you, coach! Come and get my weapons!

Ma Mo shouted loudly, and suddenly three soldiers came over carrying a black iron gun as thick as an arm.

This long spear was extremely black and weighed more than two thousand kilograms. Ma Mo suddenly lifted it in his hand. When it vibrated slightly, a dull sound of air flow filled the air.

Then he climbed down the city wall and came out riding a big tiger.

With a roar, the big tiger galloped and leapt up. Ma Mo carried the courage and thrust forward with his spear, and a sonic boom boomed through the void.

The soldiers within a few hundred feet turned pale from the sonic boom, covered their ears in disgust, and almost fainted.

"Yes, we finally have a decent opponent. I will come to meet you, general! Weigh your weight!"

When Zhou Daoyuan saw that the other party had such power, he immediately burst into laughter, clamped the dragon horse's abdomen, and raised his upper body.

Zhou Daoyuan took the opportunity to use his two hammers, and the timing was perfect!

Clang!

The sound of gold and iron clinking sounded, and the two of them were fighting in the blink of an eye. You came and I went back and forth, hitting with hammers and guns, making a banging sound. In the blink of an eye, they fought for seven or eight rounds.

"Not bad, not bad. It seems that he must have practiced hard Buddhist kung fu. He is extremely powerful and has enough explosive power!!"

"It's a pity that you don't know my Taoist qi-nurturing skills. You only use external skills and brute force. It's destined to be difficult to last. How can you be my opponent?"

After dozens of rounds of killing, Zhou Daoyuan had completely figured out where the opponent's strength was. A confident smile appeared on his face and he used his inner energy.

He shouted loudly, jumped off the horse, and jumped on the horse's head.

Suddenly, he kicked hard again, and the bright silver hammer in his hand burst into dazzling light in the air, like two suns. He found a weak spot and struck it hard.

boom! boom! boom!

There were several loud noises in succession, and Ma Mo couldn't bear the force. His arm was broken with a click, and then he was hit in the chest by a hammer, knocking the tiger off his back.

When the big tiger saw that its master had been knocked over, it roared and pounced on Zhou Daoyuan, but his head was split open with a hammer.

With a flash of light, the big tiger's soul was sucked out by the bright silver hammer and sealed in the hammer.

The practice of Taoism was prevalent in the Tang Dynasty, and all generals and commanders with some skills in the army knew a thing or two about Taoism.

Especially this time, Zhou Daoyuan is a disciple of a moderately powerful sect in Nanzhan Buzhou. The bright silver hammer in his hand was refined by him with real fire. It is both a magic weapon and a weapon.

"Come here, pass on my military order, activate the formation to seal the city, and hang up the no-war card!"

The commander of Tianzhu frowned as he saw the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty getting stronger and stronger. His masters had not yet arrived. He immediately issued a military order and put up the exemption card.

"You have capable people and strangers in the Tang army to help you. Let's count you as winning a battle today. Let's fight again tomorrow!"

Commander Tianzhu shouted loudly to everyone in the city, and then walked away with a wave of his sleeves.

"Hey, you actually put up the no-war card."

Zhou Daoyuan said something mockingly, but he had no choice but to turn his horse and return to the formation, letting the soldiers take off their armor and rest.

Shenran looked at this scene and said nothing, because since the Conferred God Period, the two countries have been at war. Once the other side hangs up the no-war card, large-scale fighting will not continue.

These are etiquette and rules that have been passed down since ancient times.

Qi Lin was the one who was secretly sent out to bring in reinforcements after Datang gave up the war-free card.

They are all cultivators. To them, a day is just a matter of meditating and sitting.

Everyone also waited secretly, and held a banquet in the army to entertain Shenran and others. The atmosphere was warm.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden wave of fluctuations in Junyang City, followed by several rays of Buddha light and faint sounds of Sanskrit.

Shenran and the eight masters were moved in their hearts. They looked at the distance and knew that the other party had invited reinforcements with profound Buddhist cultivation.

On the second day!

Sure enough, they saw that the opponent had taken the avoidance card. There were a few Buddhists beside Coach Zhu that day, looking down with vigour.

"Amitabha, the long-eared Arhat is dedicated to all sentient beings, and you actually killed him. You are really guilty of a serious sin! Today, the poor monk is here to save you and save you from harming the world!"

A figure flew over the city wall, wearing a yellow Naiyi, with a pair of slender arms above the knees, looking imposing.

"It's Arhat with Long Hands!"

The expression of the Taoist from Qintian Prison couldn't help but change. He looked at Shenran and found that there was no movement from Shenran, so he had no choice but to go out and say:

"Long-armed Arhat, you are not in the Western Paradise listening to sutras and chanting Buddha's name, but you come here to contaminate this world. Aren't you afraid of being contaminated by karma and following the old path of the long-eared Arhat?"