Dust was rising. ， The head of the True Martial Law Aspect was shattered, and the headless body still maintained a forward posture.
The clay statue of the saint is still alive, but there are some signs of cracks.
The sage of the Zhang family deliberately touched the Confucian scarf on his head, and faced the young vassal king who probably even took out the ability to press the bottom of the box, and sneered: "It doesn't hurt, you only have this ability."
This person always speaks in a strange tone, but it is really exactly as he said, people in the world are enemies of him, even if it is Xu Fengnian, it can only be the grasshopper shaking the tree The old Confucian squinted his eyes and said, "I said earlier, with your own qi, you won't be enough to see me tonight."
Even if you hide and hide and refuse to use the luck of the entire Beiliang, why don't you even want to gather Xu Weixiong, Xu Longxiang, but they are not ordinary people, they are barely people with luck, it doesn't hurt if you take some qi with them, you have to support the situation alone, why bother to come, everyone is going to die, and you still care about that little detail, don't you Xu Fengnian always joke that he never makes a loss-making business?"
Xu Fengnian ignored this and remained silent.
From childhood to adulthood, as the eldest son of the Xu family, only he gave all kinds of kitkat and rare things to the eldest sister and Huang Man'er, and he never asked them for anything, and he never thought about it.
Just like when he got the pair of young tiger kui, he did not hesitate to give them to the second sister and Huang Man'er respectively.
When Beimang got the new sword from the swordsmith surnamed Qi, Chunqiu also thought of his brother for the first time, thinking that he could finally change the wooden sword. snatched the river pawn from Jiang Axe Ding, and in his heart, he also thought that he would borrow the embroidered winter and spring thunder from the white fox face, and finally be able to repay the favor once.
Xu Fengnian has always believed that if he has gained too much, he should not complain, but should be generous.
The old Confucian stared into Xu Fengnian's eyes and sneered: "A leaf falls and knows autumn, the first great vassal king of Liyang, holding 300,000 elite horses, is such an indecisive idiot, ridiculous."
Xu Fengnian said slowly: "Wait for you to win, it's too early." ” The sage of the Zhang family laughed and said: "When I win you, it will be when you die, and when I express my heart to whom, do you want me to talk to a dead person?"
Xu Fengnian's eyes were resolute and his face was indifferent, "My master Li Yishan, the king of Shangyin Xuegong sacrificed wine, Liyang Zhang Julu, asked me to help him carry a handful of soil Jizhou Wei Jingtang, and there are many, many more, in my mind, they are the scholars, and you, the Confucian Zhang Sage, are fortunate to have not dared to show up for hundreds of years, otherwise it will really make people laugh off their big teeth." ” The sage of the Zhang family didn't care, and said with a smile: "It's too early to say this. ” Xu Fengnian held his breath and concentrated, since the true martial arts phase dissipated, it had become more and more difficult to capture the qi of this old Confucian scholar.
The old man raised his arm, hung in the air and wiped it casually, and suddenly a three-foot green gang qi appeared.
The old man seemed to be in remembrance, and sighed: "Probably future generations only know my knowledge, but they don't know that the negative study tour, Confucian shirt and sword, but it originated from me." ” When Zhang Jiasheng's popularity condensed into a sword, Xu Fengnian instantly slashed out, silently.
The old man stood in place, twisting his sword arm behind him, and with a simple sword move, he blocked the sword behind him that tried to cut off his head with a single sword.
After that, no matter from which angle the elusive talisman appeared, this sage of the Zhang family was just an ordinary sword-wielding style, and he was already defense-proof.
The two sides are in one breath, and it is as long as a stick of incense.
Xu Fengnian finally stood twenty steps in front of the Zhang family saint.
The old man was still calm, and the three-foot sword in his hand was as strong as ever.
The clay statue of the saint behind him who had been invited into the mortal world did not disappear, and he always looked quietly into the distance at the foot of the mountain.
The old man looked around leisurely, and said with a dumb smile: "The ghost painting talisman uses the remnants of the Beimang True Dragon in the talisman knife, and sits in the center as the talisman gall, which is still so-so, but it uses the Shenxiao Thunder Method of Longhu Mountain, but it is a bit far-fetched, which is the manifestation of the Thunder Pond in the world, how can it summon the gods and impeach the ghosts, and how can it suppress the demons and subdue the demons."
The old man was surrounded by twenty-one pocket flying swords.
The twelve flying swords came from the gift of Deng Tai'a, Xuanjia childhood sweethearts, morning dew, spring water peach blossoms, moth eyebrows, red birds, yellow tongs, grasshoppers, and golden wisps.
The nine flying swords were later cast by Xu Fengnian according to various life spirits and imploring the Qingliang Mountain Mo family, which were the exquisite hair of the old Jiao Fish Water and the childish wild fox and sheep fat ant Shen.
On top of each stationary flying sword, a golden yellow talisman appeared.
The sage of the Zhang family sighed lightly, and asked curiously: "Why is there still a lack of the word Fu Gut in the world, the Taoist schools are divided and combined, but in the final analysis, Fu Gut is nothing more than ten numbers in the Gang character, Fu Bile has no words, you have worked hard to create this Fu, where does the aura come from?"
Xu Fengnian clenched the handle of the knife and sighed softly.
This should have been a thunder pool that he used to suppress the peace of the Heavenly and Human Platforms.
As for what kind of talisman this talisman is, it is actually obvious.
Since he Xu Fengnian is in Beiliang.
This talisman is naturally a cool character Twenty-one swords are connected to each other.
Between the twenty-one charms, thunder and lightning are linked.
The old man shook his head and said, "Reading to a hearty place, the rise and fall of a thousand autumns is also a page turned, a little thunder pool, what is it?"
The sage of the Zhang family stood in place, holding a sword in one hand and dipping the other hand in saliva, making a flipping motion.
Turn the pages.
Every time the page is turned, a flying sword falls to the ground.
When the last flying sword shook and fell, Xu Fengnian held the knife in both hands for the first time and began to run straight forward.
The sage of the Zhang family waved his sleeves and dispersed his three-foot qi, stepped forward, and sneered: "I'm really afraid of your technique of sealing the mountain and hating victory."
In an instant, the old man held the tip of the knife with the five fingers of his left hand, and just as the Confucian Saint Ancestor was about to slap it out with his right hand, he stopped his movements and frowned.
A rainbow of light suddenly pierced the sky from the side of the elephant washing pool, and then fell at a faster speed behind the old man, or in front of the clay statue of the saint.
The sword is full of armor and snow.
When the sword fell, there was no snow.
But it brought two brilliant pillars of light down from the sky.
Such as opening the gate of heaven The sage of the Zhang family said helplessly: "You kid is really annoying." ” The old man, probably trying to deal with the glorious Heavenly Gate, just let go of the fingers that held the tip of the knife, and then casually pushed the young vassal king away, and turned away.
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The clay statue of the saint seemed to be pulled by someone, and slowly slid into the heavenly gate, and the majestic figure gradually disappeared.
The old man lifted his foot one after another and stepped on the ground one after another.
Putting down roots Behind the old man was like a strong wind, his sleeves were hunting, and he fell towards the gate of heaven.
Xu Fengnian turned his head to look at the east and said in a deep voice: "The sword is coming" Still thousands of miles away, the Peach Blossom Sword God who flew with Edgeworth replied with a laugh: "A Wu family sword mound, 200,000 swords, is it enough?"
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