After the battle of the Tianhu Mountain Range in March, the Buzhou army was divided into three routes, and they were already approaching their respective goals.

A piece of paper is a crime, convicting the three religions of controlling martial arts, and a holy decree to crusade against the justice of the three religions.

Shu Daoxing, Mu Liuchen, Xiao Zhongjian, and the descendants of martial idiots have been cultivated, and now they are alive and vigorous, turning into three rays of brilliance, and going straight to Wenxin to carve dragons.

And outside the Wenxin carved dragon, the Buzhou army pressed the border, and the weeping blood personally led the army, only to see the Buzhou soldiers bowstring full moon, and ten thousand arrows were fired together!

In the Wenxin Carving Dragon, Confucianism praised the Confucian classics, turning into a sky full of holy words, and at the same time, the large array of 10,000 characters that had been prepared for a long time opened, enveloping the entire Wenxin Carving Dragon.

Ten thousand arrows fell, and a circular transparent air cover appeared in the heart of the carved dragon, and the Confucian classic text on it made up for it, blocking the layers of arrow rain.

And the Confucian holy word in the middle of the air fell, and the soldiers formed a military formation, and the energy of the military array gathered, and the killing power could break the holy word.

In the first round of confrontation, the two sides were evenly divided, no one was injured on both sides, and with a wave of the bloody hand, all the archers replaced with special arrows.

"Burst Arrow, prepare!"

This is the benefit of the power of a nation, drawing thousands of explosive talismans and crafting burst arrows for soldiers to equip them with, and in low-level battles, the advantage will be obvious.

"Three-stage attack, put!"

At the sound of an order, the three teams of archers were sub-armed, and three rounds of bursting arrows rained down and bombed, sparks were fired one after another on the Jiangshan 10,000-character array, and the roaring sound was endless, and the large array was even more faintly unstable.

"Guan Shuo, Qin Ru, the time has come." Xi Qiuyu looked at the crumbling array of rivers and mountains, and her eyes were fixed on the weeping blood.

At this time, outside the Wenxin carved dragon, above the two relative peaks, Li Guanshuo and Dao Jianqin Confucianism stood at both ends, and the Confucian behind him was condescending, and thousands of paper cranes were released!

Covering the sky and the sun, the paper crane is in the air, the wings are spread, and the wind blade is formed.

Thousands of wind blades cut through the battlefield, even if the army formation resisted, it still consumed a huge amount, and the weeping blood made the army divide into two ways and kill two mountains.

And Confucianism only to divide the battlefield, and fight and retreat, and leave countless backs, fully promote Confucian wisdom, in such a situation of disparity in troops, a Confucian can often replace a hundred people.

But the gap in quantity is not so easy to make up for later, and Cang Weeping Blood also knows Confucianism's move to divide the battlefield, but he still does what the other party wants, he just wants to crush Confucianism with quantity.

And he himself, taking a majestic step, went straight to Wenxin Carving Dragon.

"You are divided into two places, and you can help teach and learn." The autumn rain made all the Confucian scholars leave Wenxin Carving Dragon, ready to face the weeping blood alone.

After a short time, the Confucian students were gone, and the evening autumn rain drank all the tea in his hand, and then picked up another cup of tea on the table and threw it out.

"Boom!"

The great array of 10,000 characters in the mountains and rivers was shattered, and the weeping blood and demon qi were swirling, stepping into the Wenxin Carving Dragon, stretching out his right hand, grabbing the flying teacup, and pouring the tea into his mouth.

The tea has been drunk, the right hand is lucky, the teacup has become powder, the weeping blood momentum is lucky, the coercion has become the wind, and the dust is swept away to the autumn rain.

"The only thing in the mind is to kill, the sky is crying blood, the great demon is guilty!"

Xi Qiuyu got up and took his hands, turned his back to Cang Wai Blood, and swept the cloak behind him outward, blocking the power of Cang Wai Blood, and then turned around and opened his eyes, his fighting spirit was already high!

"A sword has become a peerless sword throughout the ages, and a thousand autumns have been chanted by the sword; Wash the glasses with imperfections and filth, listen to the wind and rain for a hundred years; Mournful world, speechless, parting. ”

The Confucian saint, the monarch has no edge, the world is mournful, the autumn rain, a pair of demon doppelgangers of the monarch of the Confucianism - the devil is only killed, and the blood is weeping.

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The power of the collapse of the great array in the distance, Baili felt the same way, Xiao Zhongjian, Shu Daoxing and Mu Liuchen met in their eyes, and then catalyzed the energy of light.

Halfway through, seven attacks blocked the front road, blocked the back road, and three people landed, surrounded by seven people.

"Unfamiliar faces...... Xiao Zhongjian looked around and found that they were all fresh faces, most of which were demonic breath and evil methods, and there were only two people, one was pure Dao Yuan, and the other was faintly cold.

"I don't know why the seven are holding them back?" When he met a new face in martial arts, Mu Liuchen raised his vitality and was secretly vigilant, but he greeted him with a smile on his face.

But seeing that five of them on the other side seemed to have never heard the words, their bodies flashed, their positions adjusted, and they locked their way.

"It seems that this is a person who is going to stop us here, isn't it a bad person?" Shu Daoxing speculated in a low voice.

"Yes or no, is it that heavy? As long as the three of them don't support Wenxin Carving Dragon, the seven of us will definitely not stop it. He smiled when he was cold.

"Huh, it's not negotiable?" Mu Liuchen's eyes were cold, his right palm rose instantly, and a force rushed straight to the cold sky.

In the cold weather, he chuckled, took half a step on the back leg of his left foot, stepped lightly, and flew up in the air to flash his energy, and at the same time rotated in mid-air, and stepped on his right foot for a moment when he landed, and a frost and cold air shot towards Mu Liuchen.

"Then, kill you first!" Mu Liuchen moved, Yunbo Hao Miao shattered the frost and cold air, one hand, Yun Tao Dream pen started, flew up and bullied, one stroke, the ghosts and gods were frightened.

In the cold weather, it quickly retreated, leading the flowing dust to the side, and at the same time, the red blood owl surrounded and killed from behind, the frost and cold qi, and the fire of the blood demon, forming a bipolar energy.

"Divide the battlefield?" Mu Liuchen was not afraid at all, "Yuntao three tribulations solve the common people, and the world will be determined with one stroke!" ”

"Today, Wenxin carves a dragon, and no outsiders are allowed to help!" When it is cold, the back of the hand is carried out, the frost is scattered, and the frost and cold energy of the day are sacrificed, "The cold frost urges people to stay away, and the cold can be known, who can avoid disaster?" When the judgment is asked. ”

On the other side, after Mu Liuchen left, the Shu Dao Xingxia knife suddenly appeared, and with a swing of the knife, the knife swept away, wrapping Feng Jinghai and death without help.

Death does not save the luck of both palms, half life and half death energy, devouring the sword qi and returning, sealing Jinghai Ning Yuan in his hand, pure Dao Gang faced the sword mang, after the sword qi dispersed, the hundred phases and thousands of tricks followed, the long sword behind his back trembled with his shoulder, and a sword qi flew out.

The rebellious sword and the new sword qi rushed straight to Xiao Zhongjian.

Xiao Zhongjian flashed with a sword, and his sword fingers cut through the sword qi, but he was stunned in his heart.

How can this sword qi have the charm of a chivalrous sword?

didn't have time to think about it, the remaining three people of the Seven Palaces of the Demon Yanlou attacked from three directions, Ji Qianhong, Mo Zhixi, Fox Qianxiao, Spider Silk, Corpse Qi, Fox Fire, Trinity, and the tripartite attack and kill.

Xiao Zhongjian held the hilt of the Nirvana sword in his hand, and three sword qi flew out, dissolving the three attacks, and the three palaces saw this, but they still blocked the way they had to go.

Xiao Zhongjian glanced back at Shu Daoxing, and when he saw the latter nodding, Xiao Zhongjian walked towards the third palace, and the sword intent on his body poured down with the sound of the poem.

"The ruthless hurt people's lives, and those who hurt people don't spare their lives!"

Shu Daoxing heard the poem, the corners of his mouth turned up, heroic and self-generated, and the chivalrous knife started: "Xiao leads the nine heavens and the dragon rises, and the sword and frost of the heaven and earth are sorrowful. ”

"If his life floats, his death will not rest, he will be young and geometric, and it will be empty in a blink of an eye." Not to be outdone, Feng Jinghai of the Wuxiang Palace Venerable was not to be outdone, and as the sound of the poem fell, a sword intent was already like a chivalrous!

On the Rulong Road, the martial idiot descends a pair of demon Yanlou Seven Palaces!