The gate of heaven is wide open!

In a vague way, the celestial girl can be seen scattering flowers, in a trance, the sound of the Sanskrit is lingering, and the bells and chimes of the immortals are ringing.

Of course, we must forcibly "recruit" the old man surnamed Zhang, the first Confucian ancestor.

This kind of formation is like the great ritual door of wealthy families in the world, welcoming guests.

At the critical moment, the old man with his sleeves was still in a mood to turn his head and smile at the young vassal king: "My old body that has been buried in the ground for hundreds of years can't stand your troubles!"

Then the old man looked to the east and laughed: "You Peach Blossom Sword God, you are so stingy. As a junior in the martial arts world, you don't know how to respect the elderly. You really don't have overnight revenge. Did you want to avenge that night?"

Xu Fengnian's face was solemn. Deng Tai'a controlled more than 200,000 flying swords in the Wu family's sword tomb and rushed to Beiliang together. He even needed the sword to go first. Compared to the people who escaped from the summer vacation in Qi Jiajie, the people who arrived at the sword first and then arrived, Deng Tai'a needed energy and energy to spend, and he could not do anything to do it!

Even though Deng Tai'a was regarded as the first person to kill in the world, and was the first person to be a master of the mysterious realm, and was also known as the first person to be a swordsman in a thousand years. However, this time, this time, the entire sword tomb was driven at the same time, Xu Fengnian knew about Deng Tai'a's hardship with his knees.

The more this happens, the greater the burden Xu Fengnian has.

Especially the old man in front of him was so calm and composed, how could he seem to be struggling dyingly?

The saint of the Zhang family slowly withdrew their gaze, looked at Xu Fengnian again, and said leisurely: "Young man, I'll give you a word, deep love will not last long, and extreme wisdom will hurt you. You have to take both of them, and it's difficult to die well. As a human being, you have to live by mediocrely, and it's rare to be confused, so that you can be relaxed."

The flying sword that started at the sword tomb was densely packed with few gaps. Wherever it passed, it was like a mountain emerging in the sky, covering the moonlight.

Xu Fengnian no longer concealed his energy and his energy flowed rapidly, and his divine will instantly reach its peak, using this as a pull, like a candle burning alone in the long night of eternity, attracting moths to the flames.

Faced with Xu Fengnian's resoluteness, a complex emotion flashed in the old man's eyes. He no longer had the intention of sarcasm to the young vassal kings, nor did he look at the Tianmen, which was like a dragon's nest to him. Instead, he turned around and looked down at the place where his feet stood, and the bluestone floor was broken like a spider web.

After the old man raised his head, he turned his back to Xu Fengnian and said calmly: "It is said that scholars know the world if they don't go out. I have heard of you fighting with Wang Xianzhi for a long time. How can the woman surnamed Jiang open the Tianmen and try to force Wang Xianzhi away? Besides..."

The old man with hair fluttering on his temples suddenly turned his head, his eyes were cold, and he said in a more stressful tone: "Besides, Lu Dongxuan can pass the Tianmen and turn around, so I can't do it? I must not, but I really don't want it!"

The old man turned his body and finally turned his back to the Tianmen, facing the young man, "The tree has a dead day, and when people are strong and poor! I will let you know today that even if you, Xu Fengnian, hold the invincible iron cavalry, even if you are the Grand Master of Wuping, there will be times when you have to accept your fate!"

The strong wind blew, and Xu Fengnian laughed loudly, "Do you know that some people in later generations have ridiculed you as a 'those who know that they cannot do it'?"

Xu Fengnian continued: "You can also know that Confucianism has the second only to your sub-sage saints, and he even said, 'I will go even if there are thousands of people'?"

The old man said calmly: "It's all good things, it's better than your betrayal dog."

Xu Fengnian looked at each other with the saint of the Zhang family, "Although it may not be understood, it can make people fascinated. After his old age, Xu Xiao told me privately that he always couldn't like scholars all over the world, but I remember that I saw scholars joining the hall so many times in my early years, everyone was full of energy and the jade on my waist was tinkling. It was so envious and so pleasant."

Finally, the old man asked, "In general, things will be heard if they are not even at peace. This is the truth. Since that is the case, do you have a last word to say to this world?"

The mountain-sealing talisman on the scabbard has disappeared, and Xu Fengnian reopened the new scabbard of the Xu family again. "Ninety-nine heroes died in the battle of Beiliang, and every household was plain white. Most of them did not leave any last words, let alone this sentence for me."

The old man shook his head and said, "This is because you are not really desperate yet."

Indifferent Xu Fengnian raised one palm, which looked like a grabbing object.

The saint of the Zhang family snorted coldly, "Tai-A's flying sword is good, but you must be able to come to Wudang Mountain!"

The old man also raised his arm and pressed it down, "Dropping the sword for me!"

A flying sword that was already close to Youzhou, Beiliang Road, was nailed into the earth like an arrow at the end of a powerful crossbow.

The extremely spectacular scene at the junction of Youzhou and Hezhou was blowing and the wind and rain fell, and swords flying in the sky drew a arc and inserted into the ground.

Falling in mountains, rivers, fields, yellow sand.

Like a heavy snow falling on everything without anyone.

The young man who always pulled the flying sword to the cold had a scarlet blood oozed out of his eyebrows.

However, this sword energy frost and snowy scene, the latest land of falling swords, was getting closer and closer to Wudang Mountain. A wave of flying swords that fell downward were less than a hundred miles away from this big lotus peak.

The young vassal king's ears, nose, mouth and mouth also began to flow blood.

After pressing a palm, the saint of the Zhang family slid backwards, which was originally as motionless as a mountain, and was one step closer to Tianmen.

When more than a thousand flying swords fell one after another on the Qingzhu Peak on the right side of the Big Lotus Peak.

Blood began to ooze out of the young man's eyes.

His face was covered in blood.

When a flying sword falls into the deep ravine outside the Big Lotus Peak.

Xu Fengnian's face was blurred.

However, the unknown ancient sword with rusty traces was the last of the 200,000 flying swords in the Wu family’s sword tomb.

But even though the saint of the Zhang family seemed to be on the Tianmen, his feet were actually still standing outside the threshold.

One step away, a world of difference.

Heaven and earth.

The old man lowered his head and looked at the three-foot sword named Man Jiaxue, and gently pressed his free left hand.

The young man with blood on his face slightly pulled the corner of his mouth.

The old man who clearly did not look at the young vassal king seemed to have insight into the secrets of heaven, "I know that you still have the last sword, but you can't even calculate it. If you change it to any of the four states of Beiliangdao, you can borrow that sword, but you can't do it in this Wudang Mountain. After all, Wudang Mountain is a pure Taoist land. It has been the northern ancestral temple of Taoism since ancient times. From the Daqin Dynasty to the Dafeng Dynasty, and now Liyang, there has been almost no war here, so the response to the heavenly beings of your Xu family is the weakest. If it is outside Liangzhou Pass and at the mouth of Youzhou gourd, don't say that I can't stop you from borrowing Deng Tai'a's last sword, I'm afraid you have already sent it to the Tianmen to you at this time."

The old man bent down slightly and gently patted the hilt of the sword, "You and that sword are too big, brothers."

A rainbow light was like a comet in the sky, from west to east, crashing straight towards the Great Lotus Peak.

It just seemed like it hit a invisible city wall.

It stirred up waves of dazzling lightning, unparalleled.

The ancient sword must not push forward an inch, and whine endlessly.

The old man closed his eyes, as if he was listening to the sound, and murmured: "The article emphasizes sorrow but not hurt, but on the battlefield, he said that the soldiers of mourning will win. Which one is right?"

The old man asked and replied: "How many people can write articles hurt, but how many people can really work hard? But fighting will kill people, and not killing people is a strange thing."

This Confucian ancestor finally looked at the young man.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Blood blurred his face, so he couldn't see his expression clearly. He didn't know whether he was suffering, sadness, regret, relief, or something.

If you consume the amount of Beiliang's energy, you may be able to save yourself, but if Liangmang fights, you will lose.

Don't want to?

Is it the same "I can't do it, but I really don't want it"?

The Zhang family saint who beat two great masters of martial arts tonight on Wudang Mountain, laughed loudly and laughed to the sky.

Desolate, sad, joyful, and mixed feelings.

The old man suddenly cursed at the sky: "We scholars, we are good at raising our own qi, but we never seek immortality! Get out of your mother's cycle of heaven! I have been guarding the world for eight hundred years, so I have seen you immortals point fingers for eight hundred years. Now you still want to be more and more eager?!"

The sky gate exploded!

The old man ignored the huge movement behind him, stepped out, looked at the young vassal king, and asked sternly: "Xu Fengnian, let me ask you! The sun was sunny in the new valley, the oranges were hanging high, the fisherman was wearing a straw raincoat, the old farmer carried a hoe, the woman picked mulberry, the child was herding cows, and the old woman pounded clothes! The iron armor was clanging, the sword energy was like frost, the drum was beating like thunder, the iron cavalry was protruding, the arrow was like rain, the wolf smoke was everywhere, and the corpses were everywhere! Have you seen all the things in the world?!"

The young man covered in blood was motionless.

Life and death are seen between life and death.

When you are desperate, you can best see the roots of human nature.

But this guy named Xu is really dead, right?

It's not true!

The old man showed a hint of panic for the first time, swept forward, quickly came to the young man, stretched out his thumb and pinned the vassal king's people, and wondered: "The energy in his body is obviously quite sufficient, why didn't he move?"

The next moment, the most holy man in the world kicked the young man out.

The old man fell heavily to the ground, but did not stand up, and just sat on the ground, as if he had not yet come to his senses.

The young man also sat on the ground with his butt, supported his hands on his knees, opened his eyes, and said in a weak voice: "Your uncle!"

The old man laughed loudly.

Xu Fengnian had no idea what this crazy old man was thinking or what he wanted to do.

He kept gasping for breath, and of course he was vomiting blood.

But for some reason, while the pain was heartbreaking, there was also an inexplicable refreshing spirit and feeling relieved.

Especially the kick, I really felt very happy.

The saint of the Zhang family raised his hand and patted the dust, pointing to his nose, "Are scholars good?"

The young vassal king could no longer speak, but just moved his mouth.

It seems that it should be the word "get out".

The old man snorted coldly: "So what about Lu Dongxuan? I asked me for my knowledge differently in my early years!"

The young man also pointed at his nose, then raised his hand with difficulty, and made a disgusting wave.

The old man's face suddenly looked embarrassed.

Before the Great Qin unified the world, the saint of the Zhang family led his disciples to travel around the countries, but was rejected by the Great Qin.

The old man laughed at himself and said, "It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge... It is only eight hundred years, which is a bit late."

Xu Fengnian, who was extremely embarrassed, slightly recovered his energy and asked faintly: "What else is there to do if he has eliminated the personal grudge?"
To be continued...