Dust is everywhere.

The head of Zhenwu Dharma Image exploded, and the headless body still maintained a forward stance.

The clay statue of the saint is still alive, with only a few cracks appearing.

The saint of the Zhang family deliberately touched the Confucian scarf on his head, facing the young vassal king who probably even had his skills in the box, and said sarcastically: "It doesn't hurt, you only have this ability?"

This person always speaks very loudly, but it is just as he said. People on earth are enemies of him, even if it is Xu Fengnian, they can only be the swaying tree!

The old scholar narrowed his eyes and said, "I said it a long time ago. With your own energy, it is not enough to meet me tonight. Even if you hide and unwilling to use the luck of the entire Beiliang, why don't you even want to gather your energy in the Xu family? Whether it is Xu Weixiong or Xu Longxiang, they are not ordinary people. They are barely lucky. It's okay for you to take some energy with them. You have to support the situation alone. Why bother? People are about to die, and they still care about those little details? Don't you always joke that you never do a loss-making business?"

Xu Fengnian ignored this and said nothing.

Since childhood, as the eldest son of the Xu family, he only gave all kinds of strange and rare things to his elder sister and second sister and Huang Man'er. He never asked them for anything, and he never thought about it. Just like when he got the two young tiger Kui, he gave them to his second sister and Huang Man'er without hesitation.

When Beimang got the new sword from the Qi sword-casting master, Chunqiu, he thought of his brother at the first time, thinking that he could finally replace the wooden sword. He snatched the Zhuhezhu from Jiangfuding, and in his heart he also thought that he had borrowed the embroidered Dongchun Thunder with Baihu'er's face, and finally he could repay a favor.

Xu Fengnian has always believed that he had gained too much, so he should not complain, so he should be generous.

The old Confucian scholar stared into Xu Fengnian's eyes and sneered: "A leaf falls to know autumn. The most powerful vassal king in Liyang, holding 300,000 elite cavalry in his hand. He is such an indecisive fool, which is extremely ridiculous!"

Xu Fengnian said slowly: "It's still early to talk when you win."

The saint of the Zhang family laughed and said, "When I win you, it is the time when you die. Who will I express my feelings with? Would you want me to talk to a dead person?"

Xu Fengnian's eyes were firm and indifferent, "My master Li Yishan, the king of Shangyin Academy, was a wine-sacrificial wine in Liyang Zhang Julu, and asked me to help him bring him a piece of soil. There are many more. In my mind, they are scholars. Fortunately, you, the Confucian sage Zhang, have never dared to show up for hundreds of years, otherwise it would really make people laugh."

The saint 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 dissipated, it has become increasingly difficult to capture the aura of this old scholar.

The old man raised his arm and slapped it with a slight stroke of his hand. A three-foot green energy suddenly appeared.

The old man seemed to be in memorial and sighed: "The descendants only know my knowledge, but they don't know that studying and roaming with a sword, but they started from me."

When the Zhang family saint's aura condensed into a sword, Xu Fengnian instantly showed his sword, silently.

The old man stood there, twisted his arm behind him with his sword in his arms, and blocked the talisman knife behind him that was trying to cut off his head with one knife.

After that, no matter which angle the elusive talisman knife appeared, the Zhang family saint just held the sword in an ordinary manner, and he was already defending himself without any leakage.

Both sides have a strong energy, and it is even more than a stick of incense.

Xu Fengnian finally stood twenty steps away from the front of the Zhang family saint.

The old man was still calm and composed, and the three-foot sword in his hand was as powerful as before.

The mud statue of the saint whom he invited into the mortal world behind him did not disappear, and he always looked quietly at the foot of the mountain.

The old man looked around casually, laughing and said in a silence: "Ghost Draws Talisman! The Beimang True Dragon in the Talisman Sword is in charge of the center as the Talisman's gallbladder. It's still a bit frivolous, but he used the Shenxiao Thunder Method of Longhu Mountain. It's a bit far-fetched. What kind of thunder pool is manifested in the world? How can he summon gods and impeach ghosts, and how can he suppress demons and demons?"

The old man was surrounded by twenty-one pocket flying swords hovering.

The twelve flying swords were given by Deng Tai'a, the black armor and childhood sweethearts are in the morning dew and the spring water are peach blossoms, the moth eyebrows are in the vermilion bird, the yellow tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung

The nine flying swords were later cast by Xu Fengnian according to various life intentions, according to his various life intentions. They were made by the old dragons in Fengdu, including the beautiful beards of fish and water, and the childish wild foxes, sheep fat and ants.

A yellow talisman shining with golden light appeared above every still flying sword.

The saint of the Zhang family exclaimed softly and asked curiously: "Why are the word "talisman" missing? The Taoist schools in the world are divided and merged, but in the final analysis, the talisman is nothing more than ten numbers in the character "Gang". The talisman has no words. You have worked hard to create this talisman, where does the spiritual energy come from?"

Xu Fengnian held the hilt tightly and sighed softly.

This should have been a thunder pool he used to suppress the peace of the gods and gods.

As for what kind of talisman this talisman is, it is actually obvious.

Since Xu Fengnian is in Beiliang.

This talisman is naturally a cold character!

Twenty-one swords are connected with each other's will.

Twenty-one talismans are connected by lightning.

The old man shook his head and said, "After reading, the rise and fall of thousands of years, it is also a page to turn over. What is the small thunder pool?"

The saint of the Zhang family stood there, holding a sword in one hand and dipping saliva in the other hand, making a book-turning action.

Pages turned over.

When you turn every page, a flying sword falls to the ground.

When the last flying sword was shaking, Xu Fengnian held the knife in both hands for the first time and began to run straight forward.

The saint of the Zhang family waved his sleeves to dissipate the three-foot energy, stepped forward, and sneered: "I really think I'm afraid of your art of blocking the mountain and loathing victory?"

In an instant, the old man held the tip of the knife with his five fingers in his left hand. Just as the ancestor of Confucian saint was about to slap his right hand, he stopped and frowned.

A rainbow light suddenly cut through the sky from the elephant washing pond, and then landed behind the old man at a faster speed, or in front of the saint's mud statue.

The sword name is full of Jiaxue.

When the sword fell, there was no snow.

But it brought two brilliant pillars of light to fall from the sky.

It’s like opening the gate of heaven!

The saint of the Zhang family said helplessly: "You boy is so annoying."

Perhaps in order to accumulate strength to deal with the brilliant Tianmen, the old man just let go of his fingers holding the tip of the knife, then pushed away the young vassal king, and turned around.

The clay statue of the saint was pulled hard by someone, slowly slid into the sky gate, and its majestic figure gradually disappeared.

The old man raised his feet one after another and stepped on the ground one after another.

Take root!

The old man felt like a strong wind blew behind him, his sleeves whistled, and he turned toward the gate of heaven.

Xu Fengnian turned his head and looked to the east and said in a deep voice: "The sword is coming!"

Still thousands of miles away, the Peach Blossom Sword God who was flying with his sword laughed and replied: "A Wu family sword tomb, 200,000 swords, is it enough?!"

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Chapter completed!