Dust was everywhere.
The head of the real martial artist was shattered, but the headless body still kept leaning forward.
The statue of the saint is still alive, but there are some cracks.
The saint of the Zhang family touched the Confucian scarf on his head on purpose, facing the young vassal king who probably had the ability to suppress the bottom of the box, and said sarcastically: "It doesn't hurt, that's all you can do?"
This person always speaks in a very loud tone, but it is exactly as he said, people in the world are his enemies, even if it is Xu Fengnian, it can only be that gnat that shakes the big tree!
The old Confucian narrowed his eyes, clicked his tongue and said: "I said it earlier, with your own strength, it's not enough to meet me tonight. Even if you hide and refuse to use the whole Beiliang's luck, why even you The Xu family is also unwilling to gather together? Whether it is Xu Weixiong or Xu Longxiang, they are not ordinary people. They are all people with luck. It doesn’t matter if you have some luck with them. Why bother to support the situation alone? People are going to die, so you still care about the little things? Don't you, Xu Fengnian, always joke that you never trade at a loss?"
Xu Fengnian ignored this and kept silent.
From childhood to adulthood, as the eldest son of the Xu family, he was the only one who gave the eldest sister, second sister, and Huang Man'er all kinds of wonderful and rare things. He never asked them for anything, and never thought about it. Just like when I got the pair of young tigers back then, I didn't hesitate to give them to the second sister and Huang Man'er respectively.
In Beimang, when he got the new sword Chunqiu from the swordsmith surnamed Qi, he thought of his brother for the first time, thinking that he could finally change the wooden sword. He snatched the river pawn from Jiang Fuding, and in his heart he was also thinking of borrowing Xiudongchunlei from Baihu'er, so that he could finally repay the favor once.
Xu Fengnian has always believed that he has gained too much, so he should not complain, but should be generous.
The old Confucian scholar stared into Xu Fengnian's eyes, and said with a sneer, "You can know autumn when a leaf falls. The most powerful feudal lord in Liyang, with 300,000 horses in his hand, is such an indecisive idiot, so ridiculous!"
Xu Fengnian said slowly: "Wait until you win, it's too early."
The Zhang family sage laughed and said: "When I win you is when you die, who will I express my feelings with? Do you want me to talk to a dead person?"
Xu Fengnian's eyes were firm and his face was indifferent, "My master Li Yishan, Shangyin School Palace King Jijiu, Liyang Zhang Julu, Jizhou Weijingtang who asked me to bring a handful of soil for him, and many more, in my mind, they You are a scholar, and you, a Confucian sage Zhang, are fortunate to have been afraid to show your face for hundreds of years, otherwise you would really make people laugh."
The Zhang family sage didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "It's too early to say that."
Xu Fengnian held his breath and concentrated his mind. Ever since the aura of true martial arts dissipated, it became more and more difficult to capture the aura of this old Confucian scholar.
The old man raised his arm, hung in the air and wiped it casually, and a three-foot green aura suddenly appeared.
The old man seemed to be lost in remembrance, and sighed: "Perhaps future generations only know my knowledge, but they don't know that traveling abroad, Confucianism and swordsmanship started with me."
When Zhang Jiasheng's aura condensed into a sword, Xu Fengnian instantly drew out the sword, silently.
The old man stood on the spot, twisted the arm holding the sword behind him, and with a simple gesture of standing up the sword, he blocked the talisman knife behind him that was trying to slice off his head.
Afterwards, no matter from which angle the elusive talisman knife appeared, the saint of the Zhang family just held the sword in an ordinary way, and his defense was impeccable.
The strength of the two sides' unity actually lasted for an incense stick of kung fu.
Xu Fengnian finally stood still twenty steps away from Zhang Family Saint.
The old man is still calm and composed, the three-foot sword in his hand is as powerful as before.
The statue of the saint who was invited into the mortal world by him behind him has not disappeared, and he has been looking quietly at the foot of the mountain.
The old man looked around in a leisurely manner, and said with a dumb smile: "Ghost painting talisman! Using the remnant soul of the Northern Mang real dragon in the talisman knife, sitting in the center of the talisman as the talisman, it is still so-so, but it uses the dragon and tiger mountain's divine thunder method , but it’s a bit far-fetched, what kind of thunder pool is manifesting in the world? How can it summon gods and impeach ghosts, how can it suppress demons and subdue demons?”
The old man is surrounded by high and low, and there are twenty-one pocket flying swords hovering.
The Twelve Flying Swords were a gift from Deng Tai'a, Xuan Jia's childhood sweetheart, morning dew, spring water, peach blossoms, crescent-browed red bird, yellow tung tree, may, golden thread, Tai'a.
The nine-handled flying swords were later cast by Xu Fengnian according to various life sentiments, begging the Qingliang Mountain Mohists to forge them, namely, the old dragonfish in Fengdu, the exquisite beard of water, and the childish wild fox, mutton ant Shen.
On each of the stationary flying swords, a golden yellow talisman appeared.
The saint of the Zhang family gave a slight sigh, and asked curiously: "Why is the word Fudan still missing? There are different schools of Taoism in the world, but in the final analysis, Fudan is nothing more than the ten numbers in the character Gang. Words, you have worked so hard to create this talisman, where does the aura come from?"
Xu Fengnian clenched the handle of the knife and sighed softly.
This was supposed to be a thunder pond that he used to suppress the tranquility of heaven and man.
As for what this talisman is, it is actually obvious.
Since Xu Fengnian is in Beiliang.
This talisman is naturally a cool character!
Between the twenty-one swords, spirit and energy are connected.
Between the twenty-one talismans, thunder and lightning are connected.
The old man shook his head and said, "When you read to the point of comfort, the rise and fall of thousands of years is also a page-turning. What is a small thunder pond?"
The saint of the Zhang family stood in place, holding a sword in one hand, dipped in his saliva in the other, and made a gesture of flipping a book.
Pages turned.
Every time a page is turned, a flying sword falls to the ground.
When the last flying sword crumbled, Xu Fengnian held two swords for the first time and started to run straight forward.
The sage of the Zhang family waved his sleeves to disperse the three feet of energy, stepped forward, and said with a sneer: "I really think I'm afraid of your technique of sealing mountains and hating victory?!"
In an instant, the old man held the tip of the knife with five fingers in his left hand, and just as the Confucian saint ancestor was about to slap him with his right hand, he stopped and frowned.
A streak of rainbow light suddenly pierced the sky from the elephant washing pool, and then fell behind the old man at a faster speed, or in front of the statue of the saint.
The name of the sword is Manjiaxue.
When the sword fell, there was no falling snow.
However, two beams of brilliant light descended from the sky.
It's like opening the gate of heaven!
The saint of the Zhang family said helplessly: "You are really annoying."
The old man was probably trying to gather strength to deal with the Brilliant Heavenly Gate, but he just let go of the finger holding the tip of the knife, then pushed the young vassal away casually, and turned around.
The statue of the saint seemed to be pulled hard by someone, and slowly slid into the gate of heaven, the majestic figure gradually disappeared.
The old man raised his feet one after another, and stepped on the ground one after another.
Take root!
There was a gust of wind blowing from behind the old man, his sleeves fluttered, and he fell to the gate of heaven.
Xu Fengnian turned his head to look towards the east, and said in a deep voice, "Come with the sword!"
Still thousands of miles away, the Peach Blossom Sword God who flew with the sword laughed and replied: "One Wu Family Sword Tomb, two hundred thousand swords, is it enough?!"