"Don't let people praise the color, just leave the righteousness full of goodness. ”

"The sound of bamboo is full of Taoism, and the mountain light enters the study building. The fairy spirit is fluttering, and the Confucian wind is also leisurely!"

The mighty verses resounded through the world and spread out, so that every warrior in the Hundred Flowers Square could clearly feel a heroic righteousness.

Shuwenfang's body was suspended in mid-air, and there were words in his mouth, mixing these poems with green bamboo and aura, forming an indelible Haoran will.

The green bamboos all over the ground, compatible with Haoran's poems, make people can't help but revel in a painting that seems to be dreamlike and full of charm.

All the people present had shocked expressions on their faces, his martial arts skills were indeed shocking, but they were so elegant and almost impeccable.

No wonder he dared to step forward to challenge, there was such a difficult martial art to fight!

Everyone looked at Liu Piaoyun, who was still unmoved, and kept analyzing in their hearts, how should he deal with it next!

"The Holy Hand Scholar is simply too handsome, this is a model for our younger generation!"

"The chief disciple of Confucianism, it really deserves his reputation, and this kind of strength will definitely be ranked among the top ten geniuses in the Eastern Continent!"

"What is the top ten, I think it should be in the top five!"

Everyone is talking about each word, although the opinions are different, but there is a consensus, that is, the holy hand scholar - the scholar, the talented demon, the strength is outstanding, the power is shocking, and invincible!

In an instant, he was held high, and they were all amazed and embarrassed!

In the small ring below, Song Xinyao's willow eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, biting her lips, very worried about Liu Piaoyun's situation!

Looking at the majestic Shuwen Fang, her heart suddenly lifted, according to her current strength, if she wants to carry the power of this heroic righteousness, I am afraid it will take a lot of twists and turns, as for the victory or defeat, it is also unpredictable!

But Liu Piaoyun's realm is only at the third level of martial arts, can she take it? This is what she is most worried about!

Even the high-level leaders of the Hundred Flowers Palace in the Jade Tower all glanced at each other and nodded frequently, very optimistic about this Confucian genius!

"Bamboo is everywhere to meet, Jin Ge Iron Horse is heroic, who asks me where to go, the sword breaks through the sky and I can do it!"

Just when the book and the writer were firmly trapped in the bamboo, a proud poem came out of Liu Piaoyun's mouth.

I saw Liu Piaoyun close his eyes tightly, and the cold ice sword in his hand turned suddenly, shining with golden light and dazzling.

In the midst of this, a murderous aura came out of it, accompanied by a long roar, a long sword flew like ten thousand swords, and like ten thousand horses galloping, roaring past.

Under the unity of ten thousand swords, it seems that the day is going to be cut off, and even the formations arranged around the ring are shaking incessantly!

The verses of this sword are the sixth form of breaking the sky that I realized just now when I heard the poems of the mighty and righteous qi - the trick of cutting the sky!

But then something even more unbelievable happened!

The shadow of the sword in the sky

, all over the sky, the rows, the green bamboos around the book, were cut down in the blink of an eye, as if nothing had ever happened!

This is not over, I saw the sword shadow of ten thousand swords returning to one, but it turned into countless others, trapping the stunned Shuwen Fang in it.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

"What just happened? Why didn't I see it clearly?"

"Me too, I just feel that there are sword shadows everywhere in the ring, and that kind of murderous aura, as if I want to kill him!"

"yes, I thought I was going to die just now, it's terrible!"

The people who were still praising the book were suddenly shocked, their faces were full of incredulity, and they didn't understand how the changes came about!

A moment ago, Shuwen Fang was still reciting in a chic and handsome manner, but now, he has become a prisoner of Liu Piaoyun's sword prison, this reversal is a little too big!

The various VIPs in the Jade Tower, as well as the high-level officials of the Hundred Flowers Palace, had a look of disbelief in their eyes.

Outsiders can't understand how they don't know that they are masters who have been famous for many years!

At first, they thought that the martial arts used by this Confucian calligraphy and literature were one of the ten most mysterious martial arts among Confucianism, and they would definitely win this game!

Who would have thought that this arrogant and arrogant Liu Piaoyun, who comprehended combat skills on the spot, could successfully break the siege of the other party, and also turned against the guest, imprisoning the self-confident Shuwen Fang in the sword forest, unable to move at all!

Whoever wins or loses can be judged in an instant.

"This son's talent is too demonic, if nothing else, he will definitely surpass all the younger generations!"

In the jade building, an old man nodded incessantly and calmly analyzed.

Another person said: "Can't be wrong, with his third-level martial arts realm, he can actually cross the third-level challenge, and it seems that he is slightly better, his future is limitless!"

Another person was puzzled: "How can this genius list of the younger generation of the Eastern Continent not have his name? Could it be that he hasn't broken into the list yet?"

Everyone is talking, guessing and analyzing!

"Whoever asks me where I am going, the sword breaks through the sky and I can do it!"

In the jade building, the palace master Ding Linghua muttered and repeated the poems recited by Liu Piaoyun, his eyes flashed, savoring it!

"So domineering, so rebellious state of mind, this son is going to take the road against the sky, such ambitions, try to ask who is comparable, who can fight, who can cross!"

"Yes, the realm of cutting the sky, I am the only one!"

The people around me should also be in harmony, and sigh unusually!

In the ring, Shuwen Fang looked dazed, not knowing what was going on.

Liu Piaoyun, who was suppressed by him in front of him, suddenly seemed to be separated by a barrier that could never be crossed!

The power of Ming Haoran's righteousness has been urged by him to the greatest extreme, but in the blink of an eye, it is as if it has been separated from him, and it has disappeared without a trace

Tracks!

And at this moment, the world in his eyes was full of countless sword intents, making it difficult for him to move at all!

Liu Piaoyun was silent, the sword in his hand suddenly raised, the sword pointed forward, shot out a fine light, and ran towards the chest of Shuwenfang.

"Poof!!"

A mouthful of blood spit out, and the still dreamlike Shuwen Fang was suddenly injured by this sword, and the whole person flipped in the air and rolled out of the ring, and after landing, a large cloud of dust was stirred!

He woke up suddenly, looked at the Liu Piaoyun in the ring, his eyes widened angrily, pointed at him, and said in astonishment: "You, you, you actually broke my heroic righteousness, how is it possible, how is it possible, this is not true......"

"Poof!!"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, but this time, it was caused by anger, and he was directly fainted by the live qi.

Thinking about his previous words, he was indeed a little ashamed, but at this time, he was slapped back in the face by this young man in green shirts!

Soft persimmons?

Don't you know that the persimmons in the world are not necessarily soft!

Will it hurt?

If you don't deceive me, how can I hurt you?

As you wish, since the other party is asking for an injury, then how can I disappoint you!

(End of chapter)