“…… Good! ”

Almost at the same time as Yun Chongbo rushed forward, Zilu had already pulled up Wuti and waved his ---- to follow Qiu Yangming for many years, how could Yun Chongbo be fooled by such a small trick?

(O immortal, the original fear...... I'll give it back to you all together! ）

The sword of the five constants and eight elements, righteousness!

Flip the wrist, swing horizontally, with the "sword body" instead of the "blade" against the enemy, the already large and abnormal giant sword is tireless, used in the hands of Zilu, it is like a door panel, as soon as it is shot, it is flying sand and stones, which is also the trouble of most people who are good at body and Zilu when facing the enemy: the tireless in the palm is not so much a sword, but a horse chopping knife, which can be easily avoided by sword moves, but when facing the sub-road, there is no way to avoid it at all.

…… But Zilu was cut empty.

Almost when he was about to hit the sub-road, Yun Chongbo stopped suddenly, turned, and the knife light was raging, surging towards Yan Hui!

"Xiucai, I'm sorry!"

Although Yun Chongbo's change of move was urgent, it was still impossible to hurt Yan Hui in this way, but he just stepped back and staggered, Yan Hui had already avoided the blade when he was not allowed to send it, raised it with his left hand, led the knife momentum, and connected the dots with his right hand, and saw that he was going to draw words in the void, which was the method of "Erya" in the "Thirteen Classics" of Confucianism.

"I said it...... I'm sorry! ”

At the same time as Yan Hui dodged away, Yun Chongbo's knife momentum also stopped suddenly, turned around, twisted his arm, and poked his left fist out from under his right arm in an extremely awkward posture.

"Hide it privately, and your heart is sad!"

“…… You! ”

Caught off guard, although Yan Hui was able to defuse this sudden blow with his right hand in time, he was a little slower in the end and was repelled by Yun Chongbo's punch.

(No wonder he said he's sorry!) ）

Just wanted to smile bitterly, Gai Yanhui avoided Yun Chongbo's knife posture with the method of "do what you want from your heart, don't exceed the rules", but forgot that Yun Chongbo's "disciple rules" were passed down by himself. If Yun Chongbo was fighting with others now, it would be fine, but when he used it to deal with Yan Hui, it would be as if he was practicing in the same discipline.

(confused for a moment...... It's time to hit it head-on. ）

Yan Huifang was repulsed, but Zilu's sword chased after him, and Yun Chongbo did not turn around, so that the backhand knife of Ji "looked back at Dingshenzhou", behind the negative knife, he blocked the sword with a "bang", took advantage of the momentum to rush forward a few steps, turned around, but his face was full of questions.

"You two...... How is it possible that there is no ninth-level strength until now? ”

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The three of them didn't fight each other for a few times, but Yun Chongbo's feeling was very clear: Zilu and Yan Hui were all eighth-level peak powers with no tricks. In fact, he seems to be ahead, but in fact, he relies more on the advantage of the strength level, if the two swords of Zilu just now also have ninth-level strength, or if Yan Hui fights with the strength of the same level as himself, it is impossible to pass the test like this just now.

But that's not true. With Zilu's qualifications, if there is one person in the Confucian Sect who breaks through first, it must be him, not to mention that Yan Hui has shown his ninth-level strength as early as in the battle of the Dragon and Tiger, and with the technique of "Zi Bu Silent Strange Power and Confusion", he blocked Zhang Yuanhe's Taoism and became one of the winners and losers of that battle.

Without answering Yun Chongbo's question, Zilu and Yan Hui remained silent and attacked again: the two who cooperated tacitly, although they only used the eighth level of strength, they created unparalleled pressure, Yun Chongbo was forced to maintain his strength at the ninth level from the beginning, if it weren't for this, he would have already lost under the attack of the strongest two people in the Confucian Sect now.

(They're not trying to force me down with a protracted war, are they?) )

sneered in his stomach: Yun Chongbo didn't think about this situation, he had already tried to indulge his strength when he practiced in private, until he fell down from exhaustion, in his estimation, although the cooperation between Zilu and Yan Hui was full of toughness, but if he wanted to force himself to the level, he had to fight for an hour or two.

(though...... If anyone else comes, it's annoying! ）

After fighting for a while, Yun Chongbo had already retreated, and he fought and left, but although the two of them fought endlessly, they really didn't really contain him, and he estimated that it would not be very difficult to retreat.

"I said, didn't everyone know each other on the first day, so can't you give a clear word?"

This is what Yun Chongbo is most entangled with now: in the past few days, he has been thinking about it repeatedly, but he has never been able to understand that in this situation, what is the benefit of Confucianism standing on the front line to suppress and even hunt him down like this?

It's a pity that Zilu and Yan Hui are like they didn't come out with their mouths, no matter what Yun Chongbo asks, they are all deaf, just swing their fists and draw swords, Yun Chongbo is so angry that he can't do it, thinking: "I can't fight, I can't run yet!" "Swing a few knives, force some distance, turn around and want to run.

…… But I heard that the clear sword chant sounded, like a crane, like a dragon!

"The immortal, take your life."

The voice was calm, but the sword moves were strong and abnormal, like the peaks in the clouds, falling from the sky, and what was coerced in it was a ninth-level power that was pure and unpretentious.

Black clouds are crushing the city, and the city is about to be destroyed!

（…… Bastard thing! ）

I really couldn't help but explode into foul language, Yun Chongbo couldn't have imagined that Li Muxian would actually end up at such a time to mix this muddy water!

(Was it the emperor's mind that finally changed?) Or did the elephant do something first? ）

In a hurry, he couldn't think about it, Yun Chongbo swung his sword with all his strength to meet it, and the swords clashed, and the two ninth-level forces collided together, but they brought ...... Extremely strange changes!

(What is it?) ）

Feeling that there seemed to be a strange power on Li Muxian's sword, when he was hooking the true qi in his body, Yun Chongbo was taken aback, and hurriedly suppressed it, but this power suddenly erupted, guiding a huge force and clashing out.

"Boom!"

The fire on the knife was blazing, and the power also increased suddenly, shocking Li Muxian to the point that he couldn't stand and retreated again and again. But Yun Chongbo didn't chase at all, but looked at the sea in his hand in surprise.

On the knife, there is a fire burning...... Black fire, burning!

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Southwest of Dijing, 700 miles away. The mountains are undulating, and the dangerous peaks are interspersed with clouds.

This place is a part of the Shulong Mountain Range, because it is far away from the post road, it has always been deserted, and the nearest settlement community from here is also separated by more than a dozen mountains, not to mention the mountain people who open up the wasteland to collect medicine, and even the tax officials of the "Seagull Unknown Prophet" have never been to this place. The so-called "48,000 years old, not with Qin Saitong", is really suitable to describe here.

At the top of the peak, there is a tall ovoid boulder, standing in the wind, when you look closely, it is full of weathering marks, I don't know how long you have been standing alone like this.

The moonlight fell silently on the boulder.

"Bump!"

An arm poked out from the inside of the boulder, shattering the top and clenching its fist into the sky.

“…… Black Fire, Imperial Capital! ”

The indistinct sound of speech came from inside the boulder, followed by a slight shock from the boulder, and suddenly disintegrated into countless fine sand and fell to the ground.

The man who came out of the boulder looked very young, but he was twenty-eight or nineteen years old, with thin eyebrows and sharp eyes. The muscles of the naked body are knotted, faintly revealing a wonderful metallic luster, which reflects a variety of colors in the moonlight.

Walking to the edge of the cliff, he moved his limbs and waist from time to time in the middle, and the man looked into the distance, which was the direction of the imperial capital.

“…… It's time to go! ”

Looking up to the sky and roaring, it seemed that even the sea of clouds in the sky was shaken, and the mountains suddenly swarmed, and one after another black shadows appeared from the mountains and forests, rushing towards this lonely peak at high speed.

"Pounce", "Bump".

With just a cup of tea, one after another Yanshi puppets climbed up from under the peak, surrounding the man in the middle.

"The Three Giants."

Turning over from a Yanshi puppet in the shape of a flying tiger, a man in black about forty years old respectfully put on a set of armor, the man took it, shook it open, and draped it on his body--- in the process, his eyes still did not waver, and he kept looking in the direction of the imperial capital. The man seemed to want to report something, but he waved his hand to stop him.

"Ziyun, you choose four more people and go with me. If there is anything, just talk about it on the road. ”

As he spoke, the man raised his right hand and made a complicated gesture.

"Ah Fei...... Let's go. ”

As he spoke, the rocks at his feet cracked silently, and a peculiarly shaped Yanshi puppet slowly crawled out: its shape was by no means mighty, it looked like a clumsy spherical shape, with two unusually large wings on it---- which looked dark and dull, and there was no sharpness, but when these two wings danced at a very low speed, those hard rocks were like dirt, and in silence, they were cut into powder.

The Yanshi puppet "Ah Fei", who completely climbed out of the ground, was about a person tall, with wings spread out, spread out on the ground--- each of which looked like it was eight feet long. After the man sat cross-legged, the middle-aged man "Mo Ziyun" also stood up, and pointed out the four people--- but did not follow the Yanshi puppet, but operated their respective war puppets and retreated from the peak.

Gently patted Ah Fei's top, and a low roar came from inside the war puppet, and his wings spread flat, carrying the two of them, and flew up.

"The affairs of the craftsman always depend on the craftsman himself...... The strongest in the world? From the very beginning, Menzhong should not have pinned his hopes on him! ”

PS: The King of Ink Dreams has finally appeared...... If he doesn't come out again, I'm going to forget about this person......