Whoever is the Sword Saint will die first, and in the end, this voice is not only as simple as madness, but also shows a strong killing intent.

Let's not mention the crazy two, since they dare to regard Sui Dongshan who has entered the Eight Realms as nothing, this person must be among the top ten in the world.

When the sword masters thought of this, their expressions were suddenly abrupt, as if they were facing a great enemy, and when they followed the prestige, they saw an old Mai scribe stepping into the air, his temples were frost white, his green clothes were fluttering, and his whole body was wrapped in a clear and strong air flow, and his majesty was self-evident.

With his arrival, at this moment, the light in the valley suddenly blinded, and the air was inexplicably hot and restless, like a round of scorching sun falling on it, which made people feel a tormented sense of oppression.

Confucian majesty, like the rising sun spreading heaven and earth, warm and bright, its moral suppleness, and the blessing of all things.

Confucianism emphasizes self-expression, the king is not domineering, but the momentum of the old Confucian in Tsing Yi is domineering to the extreme, like the sky, strong and compelling, so that people dare not look directly. Its light seemed to melt everything.

The power of the Confucian saint is obviously more domineering than before.

The master, Dong Zhongshu, stood on the top of the valley, holding a ring ruler in his hand behind his back, overlooking the crowd below. Just at this glance, everyone lowered their heads at the same time, and involuntarily retreated, avoiding his strong gaze.

Sui Dongshan stepped forward, blocking in mid-air. He was the only one in the field, a powerhouse of the Eight Realms, and the Confucian Sage came, and it was up to him to come out at this time.

"Alone in danger, you really have no one in sight."

Sui Dongshan's voice was indifferent, looking up at Dong Zhongshu, who was condescending, the sword intent looming beside him, ready to fight at any time.

Dong Zhongshu turned a deaf ear, completely ignoring the existence of this Sword Dao Alliance Master, his gaze bypassed him, and landed on the figure between the cliffs behind him.

"You used yourself as bait to lure me into the game, and now that I'm here, what can you do to me?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the crowd below again, his eyes were contemptuous, and everyone felt dizzy, and their spirits were tingling, and they were about to collapse at any time.

Ren Zhen stood on the sword, his face cloudy.

Regardless of the conspiracy, in the end, it is necessary to rely on strength to speak. Dong Zhongshu's strength is obviously stronger than everyone in the way of the sword, so he is full of confidence, knowing that this is a trap, he still comes without fear, just to see how much waves Ren Zhen can make.

Whether it is a benevolent, wise or brave, it will not be invincible.

The invincible is invincible.

Ren Zhen's eyes narrowed, frowned and said, "Are you afraid?" ”

This is a bit inexplicable. Dong Zhongshu smiled dumbly and said mockingly: "Afraid? What am I afraid of? Just with these scrap copper and rotten iron? ”

Judging from the current situation, Dong Zhongshu has the upper hand, and there is really no need to be afraid. And Ren Zhen's words sounded more like a bluff.

Ren Zhen was silent for a moment and said: "From the quasi-ninth realm to the eighth realm, the cultivation has obviously plummeted, but you still have to force a domineering posture, isn't this enough to show that you are not confident enough to deliberately bluff?" ”

When Dong Zhongshu heard this, his smile suddenly dissipated, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out. When he broke through the realm, Ren Zhen's words hit the sore spot, which successfully angered him and exposed his true form.

"If you want to pinch to death you, an immeasurable ant, the Eight Realms are enough!"

His face was covered with frost, and he said gloomily: "Do you think that the old man is your prey in the cage?" Fools, it was you who died in the end in the game! ”

Before he could finish speaking, his qi swelled, like a scorching sun, and a thin spew of hot air filled the entire valley.

He sneered, and with a wave of his hand, the ring ruler suddenly became extremely huge, like an optimus stone pillar, and smashed towards Ren Zhen's location, crushing the momentum to destroy the entire mountain cliff.

At this time, Sui Dongshan's figure flickered, appearing in front of the cliff, facing the domineering wind that was whistling, a sword slashed out, and the sharp sword qi soared upward, without fear.

Rumble!

The sword intent was sharp, the Confucian intent was domineering, and the two collided together, and in an instant, a violent wave of qi erupted, causing the earth to tremble, and the entire valley was shaking.

In the tumbling waves, Sui Dongshan flew upside down, like a broken kite, shaken by Dong Zhongshu's overlord intentions, and fell to the ground.

Although he is also a subordinate of the Eight Realms, after all, he has only just broken through the realm, and his background is obviously insufficient, and he is not yet able to skillfully control the mysterious power of the Eight Realms, and in front of the old and spicy Dong Zhongshu, he cannot pose a threat yet.

Sui Dongshan knelt on one knee and stood with his sword inserted. The corners of his mouth were oozing blood, an unhealthy flush welled up on his face, and his body was boiling with qi and blood.

Only now did he realize that if he wanted to become a true saint, it was not as simple as stepping into the Eight Realms, only after a thousand tempers could he be reborn, transcendent and holy, like Dong Zhongshu, and become the master of absolute power.

Dong Zhongshu didn't bother to look at him, not only out of arrogance, but also because he was not qualified enough now.

Seeing this, everyone in the valley couldn't help but gasp, their expressions were shocked, and their previous joy dissipated in an instant.

They originally thought that Sui Dongshan's advancement into the Eight Realms and his strong rise would be the mainstay of the sword path to stop the decline. Unexpectedly, in the first confrontation with Dong Zhongshu, he was completely left behind, and he couldn't see any hope.

In this way, who else in the valley can match the Confucian saints who are as high as the sun?

The crowd looked desperate. It seems that the alliance of the sword path does not make much sense, after the fall of the Sword Saint, the strength of the two families is unbalanced, and the gap in terms of top combat power is too great.

Dong Zhongshu still ignored Sui Dongshan, staring at Ren Zhen coldly, "What is the meaning of a group of wastes with vain appearances?" Now that you're all together, let's all perish here! ”

Saying this, he stood still, didn't move forward, and already sensed something.

Ren Zhen looked at Dong Zhongshu's figure and said with emotion: "I thought that you only dared to follow its style, not enter its way. Unexpectedly, you are really an unscrupulous lunatic. ”

Dong Zhongshu's expression changed slightly.

"Confucianism respects the inner and outer kings, establishes the world with the royal way, and opposes hegemony. No wonder you dared to come to the meeting even though you were in a state of decline, it turned out that you were a king and a cultivator, and you turned your back on the foundation of Confucianism. Dong Zhongshu, are you still worthy of being a Confucian saint now? ”

Since ancient times, Confucianism has had a clear definition of the struggle between kings and hegemons, believing that "the king who is benevolent with virtue is the king, and the one who is benevolent is the hegemon with strength".

If this point of view were to be elaborated in detail, it would probably not be enough for three days and three nights.

To put it simply, the royal way is, if you are willing to praise me and obey me, and be harmonious and different, I can let you stand and live.

It doesn't matter if you are domineering, no matter who you are, as long as you refuse to kneel and lick me, no matter whether you are in harmony or not, you will have to die!

Dong Zhongshu acted in the past, and he already had a domineering style. In his consciousness, all schools of thought are superfluous, no matter whether the concept is correct or not, as long as it is not a Confucian faction, there is no need to exist in the world, and he wants to destroy them all.

In other words, if it is not my school, its heart will be different, and those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish.

After this fall, he was in a hurry to regain his strength, and he unscrupulously did not hesitate to become domineering in his cultivation.

The king and the tyrant are also cultivating, and the mana running in the body of the Confucian saint today no longer comes from the orthodox Confucian lineage.

From the king to the hegemon, this is also where he dares to come to the sword shrine.