My Wife Is A General Who Killed Tens Of Thousands On The Battlefield Chapter 286 – One Sword, Fleeting Time

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Great Zhou, within the royal palace.

Zhang Qian fell silent as he looked at the Second Prince.

The Prince was not the one who did this?

Then who was it?

At this moment, Zhang Qian suddenly noticed that another person was floating in the air.

His bright head reflected the sunlight.

It was Zhizhen!

Zhang Qian narrowed his eyes at Zhizhen.

This person did not have dark circles under his eyes.

That's right, Monk Zhizhen's skin was fair and rosy, and he looked extremely good. He had definitely not been affected.
“May I know who are you?” Zhang Qian asked with a frown.

Zhizhen smiled happily in response.

“You shouldn't have come alone! Do you think you can solve everything? You can't do it,” Zhizhen said calmly.

Hearing this, Zhang Qian still had a guess in his heart. This matter was probably done by this harmless little monk in front of him!
Killing intent filled Zhang Qian's eyes as he said coldly, “Is that black bug your doing?”

Zhizhen smiled and said, “That's right. How is it? Do you feel that it's perfect? Everyone's life force will be absorbed by those bugs and provided to me. The life and death of the entire country is in my hands. Each person will have less than ten to twenty years of lifespan, and they can just die in their prime.

How good is that? It saves food and can also provide energy for me. Wouldn't it be killing two birds with one stone?”

“What's the point of keeping an old man's who's only concerned about their decadent and stupid life?” Zhizhen looked at Zhang Qian and said,” For example, what's the point of having such strength? Other than killing, there's nothing good about it. Just die, that's the best!”
Zhang Qian's eyes flashed as a sword appeared in his hand.

Killing intent surged in his heart, but he still maintained his restraint.

“Do you dare to fight me?”

Zhang Qian did not want to fight in the city. With his battle prowess, once he attacked, the area would definitely be implicated.

Monk Zhizhen smiled. “Since I've come out, I naturally will fight with you. I'm not afraid to tell you that as long as you kill me, those bugs will disappear. Therefore, maintain your killing intent and don't disappoint me.”
From beginning to end, he was very relaxed.

Whoosh! Zhang Qian flew away without another word, with Zhizhen following behind.

The two of them flew out of the capital one after another.

They continued till they reached the wilderness. The two of them stood in the air.

Zhang Qian looked at the young monk and asked coldly, “Who are you?”

To be able to do such a shocking thing, Zhang Qian knew that this fellow was definitely not an ordinary person.

Monk Zhizhen looked at Zhang Qian and shook his head. “That's not something you can know. Make your move. I heard that Zhang Qian's divine sword is peerless in this world. I want to see how strong he is.”
“Hahaha!” Zhang Qian laughed loudly. In an instant, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, and a huge sword appeared under Zhang Qian's feet.

'The sword in his hand hung upside down in the sky, suffused with specks of starlight. Silver speckles of light danced like meteors streaking through the skies.

Zhang Qian was never a hesitant person. If he couldn't get a result from asking, he would just cut the source down.

As the sword slashed out, it was as if a galaxy had fallen. A vast sword intent surged towards the skies!

A resplendent sword aura slashed down.

Ding!

The harsh sound of metal clashing rang out.

Zhang Qian's eyes widened at the scene.

What did he see?

Monk Zhizhen had placed one hand behind his back and raised a finger with his other hand.

It was only slightly raised.

Black Qi surged from his fingertips.

It formed a terrifying cyclone, as if it wanted to draw in everything around it.

Just this finger alone blocked Zhang Qian's Sword Qi!

The Sword Qi in front of Monk Zhizhen disappeared, while the remaining Qi-force fell towards the ground.

Boom!

A huge ravine appeared on the ground.

Zhang Qian's hand was trembling as he looked at the benign expression of the young monk in front of him.

This fellow was absolutely the strongest enemy he had encountered in his entire life.

'When the sword landed, a look of disappointment flashed across Monk Zhizhen's eyes.

“Is that all you can do? Even though I'm only using the same strength as an 8th Grade Heaven Rank cultivator, you can't even cut my finger. How dare you call yourself a Sword God?”
Zhang Qian looked at the huge slash below and then at the young monk in front of him.

Saint Rank!

This thought came unbidden in his mind.

This act of lifting something heavy as if it were light was not easily done!

Perhaps only Saints could resist his attacks so easily.

As for the little monk's words, Zhang Qian did not think much of it. The higher one's cultivation realm was, the more difficult it was to reach a higher realm. The difference in one's control of energy and comprehension of laws was the difference in their combat strength.
In a moment, Zhang Qian knew that he might not be able to leave this time.

'There was a high chance that he could not defeat this seemingly harmless young monk.

After hesitating for a moment, his eyes flashed with determination. Zhang Qian looked at the young monk and took a step forward!

With a solemn expression, he said coldly, “I, Zhang Qian, have practiced the sword since I was seven years old. Up until now, I have practiced it for 130 years. In my entire life, I have encountered 3,564 strong enemies and have never suffered a defeat. Although I know that I am no match for you today, I
am unwilling to die with my back to you. This sword… is named Fleeting Time, please evaluate it!”

He slowly stepped forward, walking in the air. With every step and every word, his aura increased.

Monk Zhizhen's expression turned solemn.

This fellow in front of him was burning his lifespan!

Zhang Qian's hair was originally black, but in just a few words, it had turned as white as snow.

His skin also gradually withered and aged.

It was as if time had flitted by in an instant.

Only his eyes remained as bright as the stars.

In between life and death, a carefree smile appeared on Zhang Qian's face. He calmly waved his hand and slashed out with his sword!
'The moment the sword swung down.

From its original brightness, it became mottled with rust. The tip of the sword shattered and broke away into shards.

This divine sword that had accompanied Zhang Qian for many years could not bear the flow of time in his sword intent!

Metal shards and fragments flew everywhere.

'The light in Zhang Qian's eyes gradually faded.

In an instant, the galaxy of stars situated between heaven and earth froze.

Far away on Nine Nether Island, Gongsun Shi suddenly raised his head.

It was unknown how long time had passed, yet it felt only like a moment as well.

Space and time returned to normal as Monk Zhizhen looked at his right hand.

It had vanished along with the attack.

On the other hand, Zhang Qian's eyes gradually dimmed. His entire body shattered like his sword, turning into ashes and dissipating.
Monk Zhizhen's face was cold as he said in a soft voice, “You're just a mere 8th Grade Heaven Rank cultivator, but you actually managed to cut off a hand of mine by using your life as the price. You've indeed lived up to your name as the Sword God.
Unfortunately, you shouldn't have come today. If you've trained for another hundred years, you might be a match for me! Sword of Fleeting Time, what a good name. Unfortunately, you can't escape the fleeting time yourself.”
In the next second, the little monk's eyes narrowed slightly as all the black bugs in Great Zhou surged.

A large amount of vital energy suddenly gathered in his body!

With hundreds of millions of people, the amount of life force gathered was terrifying.

The little monk's right hand suddenly regenerated.

However, his hand was as dry as a corpse.

The little monk narrowed his eyes as a large amount of vital energy gathered into him once again!

However, he was still unable to change that aged hand of his.

Obviously, the regenerated hand was still unable to escape the corrosion of the flow of time.

A sword of fleeting time, taking away years in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Qian's final strike in his life still brought the little monk some unexpected pain.

However, the shockingly talented Sword God also came to an end.

As for the Sword of Fleeting Time, it was a move that had completely exceeded the limit of an 8th Grade Heaven Rank cultivator. However, the price of exceeding this limit was enormous..

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