Feng Wanli and the three of them were in a dilemma.If it is only about strength, Yan Yuan is reluctant to reveal his true realm, the reality is unpredictable, and the current state is obviously stronger than Dong Zhongshu, and it is wiser for them to choose the senior brother.However, unlike other schools, Confucianism advocated etiquette, righteousness and morality, believed in the emperor of heaven and earth, and openly betrayed his teacher, which would face public condemnation from the literati class, and even cause a mutiny in the academy under their rule.This matter is too much to do, and they don't have the strength of Yan Yuan, so they don't dare to immediately subvert the status of master and apprentice and break away from Dong Zhongshu's camp.No matter how you take sides, you will offend the other side, which requires a lot of courage.The three gentlemen were silent, and everyone in the room fell silent.Such a situation made Dong Zhongshu suffer and feel uneasy.The person in the most dangerous situation now is him, Yan Yuanjin can attack and retreat, but he was injured by a sneak attack and can no longer withstand betrayal.He stared closely at Yan Yuan, who was facing not far away, with a gloomy face."
If you want to fight me to the death, I can fulfill you, but I have to wait until they leave.You're probably afraid of being attacked by someone else," he said, glancing to the side.Yan Yuan understood, and also turned around, his eyebrows were full of indifference, "Your goal has been achieved, are you still greedy enough, and you want to stay here and reap the benefits" Obviously, the Confucian camp is disheartened, and it is no longer able to fight with the Hundred Schools Alliance, and now it is only seeking self-preservation, and the master and apprentice do not plan to provoke Yang Xuanji and others again.Yang Xuanji coughed dryly, and said with a smile: "I already have endless power, but I still covet the position of a saint, if you say that you are not greedy enough, who can compare to Mr.
Big who has endured it for so many years, why are you in a hurry to work hard for this moment" The world is chaotic with greed and stupidity.The name of the sword idiot spreads far and wide, but this greedy word is hidden deeply, it turns out that the person Yang Xuanji alludes to is the seemingly indifferent and quiet Mr.
Yan Yuan.The recent chaos in the Northern Tang Dynasty was not caused by the greedy two Listening to Yang Xuanji's ridicule, Dong Zhongshu's expression became more and more ugly, and at this time, he was even more convinced that Yan Yuan had already colluded with these people to set up this situation in order to usurp the position of Confucian Sage.Yan Yuan ignored him anymore, but looked at the cliff in the depths of the rain and mist, his eyes were cold, "If you dare to frame me, you will have to pay the price."
Knowing his fate, I'm afraid that he won't be able to return to the Eight Realms" Yang Xuanji sneered, and was about to continue to speak out to frame him, when at this moment, a sharp voice suddenly sounded, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and its momentum soared to the sky."
Jiancheng" Everyone heard this, and turned around at the same time, only to see that in the milky white spiritual mist, one after another blazing golden light burst out, exquisite and dazzling, containing a wonderful and indescribable meaning.Everyone's expressions changed suddenly.They are all peak powerhouses, with sharp eyes, and they can see the extraordinary things about the strong golden light.That solemn and majestic meaning, could it be from Ren Zhen's condensed natal sword spirit The answer is not.In the vast spiritual mist, Ren Zhen stretched out his left palm, aiming at the void in front of him, and the golden light surging like a tide, pouring out from that heavenly eye, carrying a powerful deterrent force, stabbing at the suspended sword spirit element.Although they were separated from their original famous swords, those auras still had spirituality, and out of instinct, they tried to escape the traction of the terrifying palms, but these golden lights were too strong for them to resist, and they involuntarily floated forward.The diffuse white mist began to shrink wildly, following the domineering traction of the Heavenly Eye, quickly flowing to one place, converging in front of the palm, and then squeezing, condensing, condensing, and gradually taking shape.It was a transparent sword shape, extremely huge, the whole body was clean and clean, silently stagnant in the air, overflowing with brilliant and agile light.Obviously there is no edge, but it makes people feel chills down their spines and give birth to a sharp look.The murderous spirit is natural, not angry and self-imposing, this is the original temperament of the sword Ren Zhen put out his palms together, carefully maintaining the form of the sword spirit, as if he was caring for a newborn baby, and his trembling eyes were full of ecstasy."
Two thousand broken swords, finally become a sword, and finally condense the sword spirit" Under the clear light, his fair face was as beautiful as jade, revealing an amazing look at the moment.Not far away, Pei Lin sat on the iron sword between the cliffs, his clothes soaked with sweat.His eyes twinkled, and his pale face flashed with sincere admiration."
One victory, one sword, he really made money on this deal."
Ten years of raising swords in the abyss, after all, he still lost a little, and he knew that this was his last chance.And with the advent of this famous sword, the gap between the two will only get bigger and bigger, and there is no hope of winning in this life.In this battle, he was convinced.Not only because the attainments shown by the "Gu Jiantang" in front of him were too profound, but also because in the decisive battle, the feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.He felt in a trance that the opponent in front of him was no longer a strong man, but the entire kendo.The Three Thousand Sword Sutra was attributed to one person, condensing the wisdom of countless sages and carrying it forward in Ren Zhen's hands.Why did he Pei Lin not accept the other side of the valley, those strong people also looked at this scene, shocked and speechless.The powerful spiritual intent revealed by this sword spirit was far beyond their imagination.In front of everyone's eyes, Ren Zhen's body slowly rose up, controlling the condensed sword spirit and stepping into the void.At this time, he suddenly remembered a line that he liked very much in his previous life, so he said in a deep voice: "The sword is in hand, follow me" Yang Xuanji heard this, and was the first to react, and suddenly rushed to his side, holding the ghost and god banner to guard.This sword will be the perfect end to this big battle.Seeing that he was done, he would not allow anyone to destroy this masterpiece.Seeing this, Fu Jiangliu and Sui Dongshan followed closely behind and escorted Ren Zhen to the Honglu in the distance.The Confucian masters and apprentices remained in place and did not catch up again.Now, they are too busy to take care of themselves, and they have no mental disturbances from the outside.Confucianism has internal strife, and the price is far more severe than the loss of a powerhouse of the Eight Realms.After this battle, the Northern Tang Dynasty will usher in a new pattern.At this time, there were no outsiders in the valley, and the atmosphere was even more awkward and tense.Yan Yuan's eyebrows were tightly locked, looking at the three people standing in front of Dong Zhongshu, and said hoarsely: "Senior disciples, you really want to bury a ruthless hypocrite" As he spoke, he took off the gourd on his waist, poured out a pool of clear water, and froze in the air.Feng Wanli was shocked, hurriedly retreated, and said in a trembling voice: "Senior brother, do you have to fight in the same room" Yan Yuan sneered, "I don't want to do this either, if you want to blame it, it's to blame our teacher for being too suspicious and domineering."
Do you think I don't want to be promoted to the Eight Realms, I'm afraid that I will suffer unwarranted suspicion and die at his poisonous hands" Feng Wanli was speechless, and he had already retreated in his heart."
All of this was forced by him.So far, between me and him, only one person will leave alive, and Confucianism will not be divided, won't it" Yan Yuan sneered and stepped forward, and the terrifying coercion bloomed.Seeing this, Dong Zhongshu groaned slightly and said, "I still have a good idea to solve the impasse in front of me." ”Yan Yuan froze, stopped, and asked, "What is the idea" Dong Zhongshu's eyes narrowed slightly, "Actually" Before the words fell, his figure suddenly flashed and disappeared in place.He chose to run away
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