Tang State, Jiangnan Province.

The Linxi Sword Sect is in the southernmost part of Jiangnan Province, that is, Lin Nancheng.

The Linxi Sword Sect is in Linnan, and it can be said that he is the Emperor of the Earth.

Even Lin Nan's Tang Governor had to be respectful in front of Bai Yuanyu and became a licking dog.

This shows the strong strength of the Linxi Sword Sect in Linnan.

"Where are the Confucian disciples?"

There are not many people in the Linxi Sword Sect, and the system is scattered, so when they walk on the street, ordinary people will not recognize them at all.

Unless they draw their swords.

In addition to the sword demon Huo Jiudao, and the sword demon Bai Yan, the most famous is the Linxi Three Musketeers.

The first in the list is the sword idiot Bai Yi, but at the age of twenty-seven, he has already reached the peak of the sage, and he is on a par with Bai Yan.

The second in line is the sword maniac Gu Jiu, twenty-five years old, a saint cultivator, and a mad sword in one hand is invincible in the forest.

The third is Jian Han Lingshuang, who is only in his early twenties, but he is ruthless and vicious, and his deeds in Lin Nan are appalling.

In Linnan City, the Three Musketeers are looking for Confucian disciples all over the city.

Although the people of Linnan City didn't know who they were, they felt the killing intent on the three of them, and immediately pointed out a direction for the three of them.

Lam Nam College.

The Confucian Academy, which had just been established, was led by Song Weifang, a disciple of Yang Ziming.

Today, he still came to the academy early as always, ready to explain the golden mean to Lin Nan Confucian.

But when he came to the academy, a strong smell of blood immediately filled his nostrils.

Song Weifang hurriedly entered the courtyard, only to see no less than 500 corpses lying in the courtyard.

They are all Confucian students of Lin Nan.

Their faces still bear the fear and resentment of their deathbed, and the terrified gaze has not dissipated even after their deaths.

"Who's it!!!"

Song Weifang roared angrily, his voice shook so much that the entire academy trembled, and Wen Sheng's strength was revealed.

Although he was only eighteen years old, his attainments in Confucian morality were higher than those of the old Confucian students who had been promiscuous for several years.

It was also because of this that he was able to enter the realm of the Sage at the age of eighteen, that is, the Sage of Wen.

"You are Song Weifang?"

"I thought you were very capable, but it turned out that you were just a sage. ”

The voice of the white clothes came from the academy, and then the three musketeers of Linxi appeared in the academy at the same time.

The eyes of the white cloth were full of disdain, and his gaze floated only for a light glance at Song Weifang, and then he looked at the corpse on the ground, "The evil demon is crooked, and he is also worthy of being called a saint?"

"Give you three breaths, kneel down and kowtow to us three times, and I'll allow you and me to be from the Linxi Sword Sect, how about it?"

Bai Yi looked at Song Weifang like an ant, and the contempt in his eyes only came out.

Song Weifang's talent is excellent, even Bai Yi has to admit it.

It's just that if this kind of talent is used on the evil and crooked path of Wen Dao, it is a violent celestial thing.

"These... You did it?"

Song Weifang controlled the sad mood in his heart and asked in a deep voice.

Sword Maniac Gu Jiu raised his arrogant head and looked at Song Weifang and said, "So what?"

"It's a pity that Lao Tzu's sword will be dirty, otherwise they would have been cut by a thousand knives at this moment. ”

Jian Han never spoke, only staring at Song Weifang with a pair of cold eyes.

He was jealous in his heart, in fact, he was the one who wanted to kill Song Weifang the most.

Because his talent can be regarded as the top in the Linxi Sword Sect, but in front of Song Wei, his talent has been completely exploded.

This made him very unwilling.

He absolutely could not tolerate a person who was more talented than himself to be his junior disciple.

In that case, he will be his stepping stone.

This is something that Jian Han can't tolerate no matter what.

Song Weifang heard the words of the sword madness, and a lake pen in his hand had already written several words in the air.

What I see is "knowing and not knowing how to retreat, knowing existence but not dying, knowing but not dying, and only saints?"

"Those who know how to advance and retreat without losing their righteousness, only the saints call?"

"A gentleman is a gentleman, and he is born immediately!"

Confucian characters conjured up white gas in the air, and then three red brushes appeared, illusory and ethereal.

As a result, a majestic literary aura poured out from the three zhu pens, surging and agitating, and surrounded the three musketeers of Linxi in an instant.

Bai Yi and Gu Jiu's eyes were extremely indifferent, and the corners of their mouths did not forget to turn up, revealing a look of contempt and disregard.

And the first to do it was Jian Han.

Jian Han made a move, and the white qi was frozen by the way, and the Wen Qi seemed to enter the ice cellar all of a sudden, forming a large piece of ice crystals!

The three Zhu pens in the air were immediately shattered, and Song Weifang spat blood and flew out, crashing into the courtyard wall of the academy and falling into the rubble.

Song Weifang only felt a chill circulating in his body, his qi was immediately blocked, and the meridians of his whole body seemed to be frozen, and his blood was about to coagulate.

But he still gritted his teeth and stood up, staring at the three musketeers of Linxi and said, "If you steal your life, you should be ants." ”

"If you kill innocents indiscriminately, you will be punished by heaven!"

When the words fell, Song Weifang spurted out a mouthful of blood on his lake pen.

The next moment, the lake pen emitted a brilliant golden light, enveloping him at once.

I saw that the mighty literary qi was surging and condensed from heaven and earth, and all gathered in front of him.

A copy of "The Mean" appears in the literary tone.

Confucian characters poured out of it like raindrops, heading towards the Three Musketeers of Linxi.

There were several Confucian characters in Jian Han's body, and a touch of blood red poured out of his face, but the serious killing intent was even stronger.

"Poof!"

The sound of drawing the sword out of the sheath sounded, and I saw the sound of the sword cold passing through the rain of countless Confucian words, and the sword light skimmed, and the rain of words disappeared suddenly.

Song Weifang was hit hard again, and "The Mean" was shattered and scattered.

Jian Han took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the long sword swung and set off a skate flower, which pierced Song Weifang's chest!

"Slow. ”

A lazy voice rang out.

The white clothes appeared in front of Song Weifang, and grabbed Jian Han's long sword with one hand.

"Senior brother?"

Jian Han's voice was extremely cold, as if it came from the abyss of Xuan Ice.

Bai Yi flicked lightly, and Jian Han immediately withdrew his hand.

I saw Bai Yi looking at Song Weifang and said, "What I said just now still counts." ”

"With your talent, join my Linxi Sword Sect, and within five years, you will reach the peak. ”

When Jian Han heard this, his eyebrows furrowed, and his killing intent increased sharply.

Gu Jiu also walked over, still holding his arrogant head and said, "Senior brother, if you kill a waste like this, kill it." ”

"Why persuade each other with good words?"

In Gu Jiu's eyes, there were only Bai Yi and Bai Yuanyu.

Other than that, everyone else is waste.

Who knew that Bai Yi just shook his head, "If he can join my Linxi Sword Sect and carry forward the martial arts and sword path, I want to see what color Yin Ming's face should be." ”

As he spoke, a strange smile appeared on the face of the white cloth.

When the sword maniac heard this, he clapped his hands and said, "Wonderful, wonderful!"