The moment Dong Zhongshu bloomed his momentum, all the Confucian students in Xiling Academy sensed it. This perception does not come from the outside, but from the inside.

The Ten Pulse Qi Machine, which closely connects the people of the world, if someone suddenly removes most of the spiritual power, it can immediately resonate with everyone, more precisely, it is an illusion of amazement.

Their hearts are empty, as if some subtle things in their bodies have suddenly been taken away out of thin air.

People from all over the academy stopped their movements at this moment and looked at the void with shocked expressions.

Directly above the mountainside, huge clouds converged in one place, like a dome covering the four fields. A mighty aura overtook it, emitting a terrifying blue light, enveloping the entire Peach Mountain, covering it with a light veil.

Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. This is a vision caused by the Confucian grandeur.

Not far away, on the other side, another turbid power rose up to the sky, standing alone, black and white qi tumbling and galloping, also full of powerful divine meaning.

The art of yin and yang winning is obvious. The power of the netherworld, the opportunity of the ghosts and gods, is really unpredictable.

The two saints clashed, and their respective cultivation was revealed, which actually made the sky change color, as if it was about to be torn in half, and confronted them!

Under the peach tree, Dong Zhongshu took a sharp step, raised his right hand, and the fist blasted towards Yang Xuanji in the air.

This punch is bright and bright, there are no fancy moves, just a simple straight stab, the speed is not only not fast, but even a little slow, obviously to win with pure internal force.

On the tip of the fist, the storm rose, and Haoran's true power gushed out like a tide, condensing into a bright fist shadow, without the slightest leakage. It grinds forward, not like it's aimed at someone, but everything in front of it.

The punch is straight and straight, giving birth to a kind of despair that has nowhere to hide, as if as long as you dare to stand in front of it, no matter how you dodge, it will still fall on you.

The punch of Confucianism embodies the indomitable spirit of Confucianism, and the decisive momentum is enough to shake the sky.

"I said, in this Northern Tang, no one can beat me!"

Dong Zhongshu's words sounded, bland and tasteless, showing absolute confidence.

Inner and outer kings, this is his advice to the emperor, and it is also his own determined avenue. As a Confucian sage, he wants Confucianism to defeat a hundred schools of thought and dominate the world!

This punch is also the fist of the king!

In the face of this forced step, Yang Xuanji still took a step back.

That perfect punch seemed far away, but in an instant, it pierced the air, and it was only a stone's throw away.

I saw Yang Xuanji raise his left hand, and the real power in his palm surged, pouring into the inside of the stick.

On the black and white flags, the words "pretending to be a ghost" are gone, turning into a strong white gas, which is entangled with the black gas of the flag.

These two true qi are like two swimming fish, head and tail linked, spinning and chasing, floating away from the surface of the flag, suspended in the void.

This is exactly the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Fish.

All things are negative yin and embrace yang, impulsive and thought that it is harmonious, this yin and yang fish gathers the vitality of all things in heaven and earth, deep and unfathomable, it is actually distorting space, forming a whirlpool in rotation, to swallow everything into it!

If he attacks him, I will trap him.

This banner is known as "pretending to be a ghost and getting a god", and at this moment, it is going to forcibly install this holy king's fist!

Under the peach tree, the air waves are rolling, and the space is disordered.

And above the heavenly dome, those two terrifying auras were also approaching, carrying the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas, impacting at the other party, colliding with a huge layer in the void, hanging thousands of miles!

After the Battle of Jinling, the battle between heaven and earth reappeared in the duel of saints!

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The mountain behind the academy.

The two of them stood outside the stele forest, looking up at the void, staring at the two monstrous mighties, with gloomy expressions on their faces.

Eighty years of Spring and Autumn, Fu Zhi is laughing and talking. The dusty story has just been told, but I didn't expect that a more exciting story will be staged in front of me.

"What a surprise......

Liao Rushen stood with his hands in his hands, squinted his eyes, and sighed with emotion.

Ren Zhen was silent, his expression changing.

"The pure air is vast, as clear as the sun and the moon, it should be a Confucian master. swallowing yin and yang, it is difficult to know, most of them are the blind man of the yin and yang family. How could the two of them be here, and have a big fight? ”

He frowned slightly, unable to understand why. Dong Zhongshu appeared, it was better to understand, after all, this is the academy, but Old Man Yang's visit is too inexplicable.

"The two families have nothing to do with each other, and Yang Xuanji suddenly came here, there must be his intentions. In Xiling Academy, is there something he wants to get? ”

With that in mind, he began to calculate.

"Spring and Autumn Classics? Impossible, the Yin and Yang family will not look down on Confucianism. The Pulse Spring? As a saint, he will not care about this thing. Uh, isn't it ......?"

When he thought of something, his face changed slightly, and he looked sideways at Liao Rushen.

Almost at the same time, Liao Rushen also turned sideways and smiled at him, "You guessed too?" It seems that you are not the only one who is ambitious and wants to let me out of the mountain! ”

Ren Zhen nodded, other than that, he really couldn't think of any other possibility. It's not always looking for you, is it?

Seeing that the two powers were about to collide together, Liao Rushen's expression was slightly grim, and he said, "I guess, you definitely hope that the blind man wins." However, the fact that you all want to suppress him means that he is already difficult to defeat......"

Ren Zhen lowered his head, his face sank, and walked towards the stele forest. He could guess the outcome of this battle without anyone else saying it.

He didn't have any good feelings for the blind man, but outside the Yunyao Sect, the blind man was willing to let him go, which was enough to show that this person had no malicious intent.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Especially when he is at war with the enemy, he should help the blind.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, facing the prayer tablet and closed his eyes.

Liao Rushen saw his actions in his eyes and asked curiously, "Don't you care about the outcome of this battle?" ”

Ren Zhen didn't open his eyes, and said faintly: "The Confucian saint has returned, let's still care more about ourselves!" You go to the edge of the big array and guard, if I don't quickly untie the monument, you will die here today! ”

When Liao Rushen heard this, his expression changed drastically. As smart as he is, he can see through a little.

Since both of them guessed that Yang Xuanji's target was Liao Rushen, who was imprisoned in the back mountain, Dong Zhongshu could of course also realize it. After defeating his opponent, he will definitely come here immediately to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, so as to prevent future troubles.

In the past, because of his confidence in the Spring and Autumn Array, Confucianism had the courage to let Liao Rushengou live. Now, being targeted by a saint and dreaming a lot at night, they will definitely not take this risk again.

Therefore, Ren Zhen's judgment is very correct. After Yang Xuanji was defeated, the next one who was unlucky was Liao Rushen!

Liao Rushen did not hesitate and ran towards the edge of the Spring and Autumn Great Array. In the past, he could still survive here, but today, if Ren Zhen can't solve the monument, he will die!

"If you succeed, the old man is willing to listen to you for the rest of his life!"

Ren Zhen didn't speak, his mind moved slightly, and he stretched out his left hand and aimed at those scripture tablets.

"It's good to have you here. It's up to you to be the winner or loser of this battle......"