Although the head of Changying is a person who has long since passed away, his portrait is painted on many scrolls in the world. The Confucianism Gate Sages Hall even enshrines the majestic jade carvings of the first-generation head, so Ye Wangxi was almost instantly lost. He reacted: "Si, open the barrier! You can't beat him!"
Of course not...
Who can beat it
I am afraid that it is difficult for the most powerful master in the comprehension world to fight against him.
Nangong Si was trembling, but not because of fear, but an extremely strong sadness and anger—Sect Master... Xu Shuanglin even made the remains of Sect Master into a chess piece!
crazy…
Really crazy!
That is their ancestor, the soul of the Confucianism, the root of the Confucianism, and the gods revered by the disciples and descendants for hundreds of years.
It's Nangong Changying!
The blue veins on Nangong Si's neck jumped violently, and he let out a twisted roar, like a tiger roaring in the forest: "Xu Shuanglin!!... No, Nangong Xu!!! You come out!! Come out!!!"
The reverberation lingered like a vulture, lingering for a long time.
No one answered him, of course Xu Shuanglin would not come out.
The only one who reacted was Nangong Changying, whose eyes were covered by the silk tape. He turned his face slightly, and slid the scabbard with his pale fingers.
Holding the sword, he slowly took another step down.
At the same time, Nangong Si took a step back and murmured, "Sect Master..."
Nangong Changying walked steadily, the point of his sword on the jade steps, making a harsh scratching sound. His eyes were covered, and this kind of silk belt was attached by magic after death and could not be taken off, so he could not see the road in front of him clearly, and could only rely on the sound and smell to judge the position of Nangong Si.
"Who are you?"
Suddenly, a low and ethereal voice sounded.
It was actually Nangong Changying speaking!
"Why are you trespassing here?"
It is extremely shocking to hear the ancestors of hundreds of years speak, even as a precious chess piece.
Nangong Si swallowed and said, "Sect Master, I..."
"… "
He suddenly let go of the long sword he was holding, and knelt down and kowtowed: "The younger generation is unworthy, the seventh generation of the Confucianism Sect's direct descendant, Nangong Si worships."
"The seventh generation... Si..." Changying's body repeated these words slowly and numbly, then shook her head, raised her sword, and said only one word, "Kill."
Blades meet!
Nangong Si hit him with a single blow, his arms felt numb and numb, the strength of the ancestors was astonishing, a corpse-white face approached, and his breath was like ice.
"Treasurer, kill him."
"Too master!"
The sword flowers are dazzling, and the sword's potential is amazing. Under the collision of the iron blade and the iron blade, the fireworks are scattered, and the snow is blazing.
Xue Zhengyi punched the barrier with a punch, and said: "Are you crazy? How can you beat it?"
Who doesn't know Nangong Changying's bravery? Legend has it that he is so powerful that even without a weapon, he can smash rocks into pieces with one hand.
against him
I am afraid that ten Nangong Si are not enough for my ancestors to play.
Nangong Si's mind was almost blank. He never imagined that one day he would fight against the first-generation head of Confucianism in Jiaoshan. With the collision of the first two swords, he was suddenly knocked back ten feet. Outside, if he hadn't leaned his sword on the ground in time, I'm afraid he would have been kneeling in the grass at this moment.
Nangong Changying raised his sword and approached slowly again.
He repeated the command in a low voice: "Kill..."
At this moment, outside the enchantment, Xue Zhengyi kept hammering the film angrily. Jiang Xi frowned and pursed his lips without saying a word. Dare to see, Huang Xiaoyue was secretly shocked and fortunate - fortunately, she didn't catch Nangong Si, if she really tied Nangong Si to Jiaoshan alone, now facing the first-generation head of the Confucianism Sect, I am afraid it should be herself .
Only Chu nightning stared at Nangong Changying's actions without blinking. He felt that something was wrong, it was really wrong.
Who is Nangong Changying
Just look at the two evil beasts he surrendered, one is a dragon and the other is a gun. Even if his soul had already left the body at this time, what remained in the world was just a body, and many spells could not be used, but the fighting obviously should not be affected.
So how fierce is Nangong Changying's fighting skills
Near the Feihua Island in the East Pole, there is a relic of a Confucianism door that is showing off - an island lake.
This lake is not big or small, and it is stagnant water, and there is no magnificent scene. It takes about half an hour to walk around it leisurely.
However, everyone knows that this lake is not a lake, but a small hill. When Nangong Changying and Gun fought fiercely, Gun used this hill to hide and dodge several times. Nangong Changying was fighting fiercely. In the middle, dozens of heavy punches landed on the rock, and the last punch actually smashed the stubborn stone hundreds of feet high, and the earth collapsed, the mountain fell and the ground cracked. piece of lake.
So it's not that Chu nightning looks down on Nangong Si, but he feels that when Nangong Changying's first sword is against Nangong Si, Nangong Si should fly out a hundred feet away, and there is absolutely no chance of getting up.
There is something strange about this corpse.
Chu nightning's eyes are like a sharp blade scraping through every inch of Nangong Changying's muscles.
Suddenly, his sharp gaze froze and fell on the arm that Nangong Changying was holding the sword. —
Over there, Nangong Si was struggling with his sword and staggered to stand firm. Like his wolf dog, he could be defeated, but he would never escape. He wiped the blood from the corners of his lips with his sleeve, and was about to fight again when he heard a familiar voice behind him say, "If you hit him to the left, the meridians of his left arm will be cut off."
"Master Chu?"
"Don't be distracted." Chu nightning stood outside the enchantment, with a pair of brown eyes staring at the two people's dismantling moves, "Even if Nangong Changying breaks his left arm, he can't take it lightly."
Hearing what Chu nightning said, the surrounding heads all turned their attention to Changying's left arm. Sure enough, they found that the left arm of the corpse was weak and weak. Xue Zhengyi was shocked: "The head of Changying is dead. Was the meridian cut off after that?! Who did it?"
…
No one answered.
But people like Ye Wangxi who are familiar with Chang Ying's life have quickly understood.
who did it? Who in this world would break his meridians, and who would break his meridians
Nangong Si, who was fighting with Nangong Changying, was staring at the face of his ancestor, and the face that was exactly the same as the jade carving of the Xianxiantang, as if Nangong Changying was still alive in this world and had never died.
If he is still alive, if he is not dead, if these hundreds of years are wiped out, then at this moment, is he accepting the test of the first-generation head, accepting his trials, and his advice
"Nao Baijin! Come here!" Nangong Si's consciousness gradually returned to his body, he shouted the demon wolf sharply, turned over and stepped on it, stared at the left arm of the head of Changying, and attacked at a very fast speed.
A childhood scene flashed before his eyes.
He stood in front of the magnificent jade sculpture of the Xianxiantang, tilted his head and looked at the statue of the first generation head.
The child's perspective is always strange. He suddenly turned his head to Rong Yan and said, "Auntie, this statue is not ready yet."
"Why didn't you do it?" Rong Yan dragged her luxurious robe, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, coughed lightly, walked to the child's side, looked up at the statue of the head of Changying, "Isn't it very good? It's lifelike."
"… Can't understand."
Rong Yan sighed, she was impatient, and she wished that the knowledge that it took others twenty years to acquire could be stuffed into her son's head in two years: "It's carved like a living person, and every detail is perfect. Very vivid. Didn't you teach you these two words last time?"
Nangong Si pouted and said, "But the carving is wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"Auntie, look." He pointed to the left arm of the first generation head, and then pointed to the right arm, "The left arm is thicker than the right arm, I've been staring at it for a long time, it must be thick or not carved. Thin, not asymmetrical at all, wrong, wrong, wrong!"
He said, and raised his arms to show Rong Yan, earnestly reasoning with his mother: "My arms are the same thickness on both sides, so are my mother's and my father's... So this carving is wrong. , let the craftsman reshape it!"
"So that's what Si'er meant." Rong Yan shook her head and said, "It's not the craftsman's fault, it's because the right and left arms of the Taizhang are a little off."
"Why? Is it natural?"
"Naturally it's not natural." Rong Yan said, "Tai Sect is left-handed, his left arm is much stronger than his right arm, and over time, the left side will gradually become thicker and stronger than the right. So, carving this Instead of making a mistake, the craftsman of the statue paid attention to these subtleties.”
"Zheng!"
The two long blades were facing each other. Nangong Si and Nangong Changying were very close to each other.
Nangong Changying, who lost his left hand, faced off against Nangong Si, who was bruised and exhausted the last ounce of physical strength. It's a hand-to-hand fight.
Xue Zhengyi had an idea that made him take a breath: "The meridian of his left arm, could it be... Could it be that he broke it himself?!"
In fact, not only Xue Zhengyi, but many people who fought outside the enchantment gradually had such guesses in their hearts:
Since the high-level disciples of the Confucianism Sect, after being buried, their eyes need to be covered with silk belts to exert spiritual power. Is it really just "roaming with cranes and seeing the sky in the sky"
Is it possible that Nangong Changying somewhat anticipated the vicissitudes of life for a hundred years
Therefore, when he founded the Confucianism Sect, he had already thought of the doomsday dusk of the Confucianism Sect. The reason why he covered the eyes of every buried disciple was to prevent them from exerting the most powerful combat power, unable to For disaster.
Therefore, the Shenwu that accompanied him all his life was not in the coffin, he was just holding a long sword.
Therefore, before he died, he cut off all the meridians of his left arm. Even if there were really unrighteous people in the future, who would make waves with his corpse, he would not be able to obtain all his combat power.
But the answer is ultimately unknown.
After more than a dozen rounds, the fight was fierce, and Nangong Si suddenly caught a glimpse of Tai Sect's eyebrows and murmured: "Nangong... Si... seventh generation..."
Outside the enchantment, Mo Ran stared at Nangong Changying's every move. As Emperor Treading Immortal, he was different from what all the decent people on the scene observed. He could accurately perceive some things that people who had never played the Zhenlong chess game would find it difficult to find out immediately.
From the point of view of Mo Ran, this corpse is obviously different from the rest. He seems to have been struggling to recover his consciousness during his lifetime.
This is also what I was worried about before the ink burned - although the Zhenlong chess game is one of the three forbidden techniques, there is no spell in the world that is perfect. If a person's willpower is particularly strong, then the caster must continue to deal with it. It applies spiritual current to suppress the resistance of the chess pieces.
Once the spellcaster's spiritual power supply is insufficient, the Zhenlong chess pieces will run out of control, and sometimes even backlash against the spellcaster. This is why, among the past dynasties of the Zhenlong chess game controller, many people suddenly suffered from serious diseases and died, or directly connected to the meridians. Retrograde, violent death.
The ink burned his face, and his eyes followed Nangong Changying.
He could almost conclude that Xu Shuanglin could not fully control Nangong Changying.
"boom!"
A sudden muffled sound made the five fingers of the ink burning on the enchantment squeeze tightly, and the muscles and veins protruded.
The difference in strength is still too great.
Everyone present can see clearly, even if Nangong Changying broke his main arm and cut his strength, the master is still the master, even if the sharp minions are pulled out, this empty corpse can still be with Mei Hanxue and Xue Meng. Juniors of this level are tied.
If you really want to suppress him, I am afraid that you still have to let people at the level of head and elder make moves.
But the head and the elders couldn't get in, the barrier was closed, and it was the territory of the Nangong family. Anyone who rushed in would cause the spirit of Jiaoshan to explode, and it would be a disservice at that time.
This is the civil war of the Confucianism, and no one can intervene.
If it is Nangong Si, who is full of vitality, he may really be able to lay out the corpse in front of him by himself, but he has suffered too much before. It was another heavy blow. Nangong Si was able to dodge smoothly, but when he pulled Nao Baijin's neck ring and turned over his back, he was torn due to the wound on his palm, and he lost his strength for a while and did not hold it.
"Woooo-"
Nao Baibai let out a mournful cry, and the saber in Nangong Si's hand was knocked down and flew, and rolled down to the edge of the barrier.
The ink burned and saw that the hilt was stained with blood oozing from the palm of Nangong Si...
"A Si! Stop fighting! Come out! Let's think of a way!" Ye Wangxi kept shouting at him again.
People are always like this, Ye Wangxi will not beg for mercy, but Nangong Si is her weakness.
She was crying, crying incessantly.
Mo Ran has never seen her cry like this in her previous life. She really has a shadow of a girl's family now. The two brothers Nangong Liu and Nangong Xu were selfish and embedded a resolute and cold expression on her face. mask.
She always felt that she would never be able to take off this mask, but the moment she saw the sword stained with mottled blood, it disappeared.
"A Si..."
This blow was too heavy, Nangong Si gritted his teeth, dripping with sweat, and tried to get up from the ground without saying a word, but a cold light flashed, and the sharp blade reflected on his side face.
Nangong Si gasped slightly, raised a face that was slightly similar to Nangong Changying, and stared up at his ancestor across the bright sword light.
Nangong Changying's sword was already hanging directly above him.
Inside and outside the enchantment, there was a dead silence for a moment.
The author has something to say: It's an old habit, because the No. 1 boss has been opened, so I won't update the small theater for the time being to break the rhythm~ What