Guan Honghua pressed the handle of the knife in his hand tightly

It's a kind of pressure, both for yourself and for the other person. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When is a knife at its most powerful?

When it's not out of its sheath.

The first knife is often the most ruthless, and now, Guan Honghua is waiting for the opportunity to make a knife.

The surface of the water gradually fluctuated, round ripples streaked, and a pair of faint shadows sprinkled on the calm water.

Out of the knife!

【Blood Flower・Wind Dance】

The blooming sword is like a sea of petals across the sky, obviously it is just such a simple knife, but it has become so gorgeous under the blessing of Guan Honghua's true yuan, as if it wants to use this beautiful flower to submerge the entire Qiandao Lake.

It's a top-down cut

From the tip of the knife to the last trace of the blade, the cherry blossoms are all over the sky

A faint phantom gradually appeared, but then it was not only Mr. Song's aging body that appeared, but also the huge phantom standing behind him.

Mr. Song is still sitting cross-legged, but this time it is not out of thin air, if he sits cross-legged on a pair of folded hands, the two hands are overlapped and hugged, and Mr. Song's whole person is gently held up like a plate, and his body sits firmly in the center of these hands, and a guqin condensed by Zhenyuan is gently placed on Mr. Song's knees, and his fingers fluctuate slowly.

The perspective unfolded, and the one who slowly sat behind Mr. Song, holding his body with both hands, was actually a huge Confucian statue.

This semi-void Confucian is about sixty feet tall, obviously sitting cross-legged, but giving people a sense of majesty with a straight body and a serious face, dressed in a long robe, with his hands stacked, his hair tightly tied, wrapped in a scholar's bun, and his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was examining something from time to time.

Except for being huge and slightly transparent, this is the most ordinary Mr. Teacher.

And Mr. Song, who was sitting in the hands of this Confucian student, gently stroked the qin, as if ignoring Guan Honghua's killer blow

Yang Yifei, who was watching many places in Huishan Academy, shook his head, as if he remembered something.

Mr. Song spoke slowly

"This illusion has been with me for many years."

"Its name is 'Six Arts.'"

"Six Arts Void Phase."

Even in the face of Guan Honghua's rain of swords, Mr. Song's face still did not change, as if he didn't feel anything.

Feeling the powerful void behind him, Mr. Matsu seemed to remember the time when he used to study under his seat.

Each of them is a legend, and they all have epic stories behind them

The same goes for Mr. Song

When he was young, he was not good at the six arts, the four books and the five classics all relied on that strong understanding and memory to pass over and over, and never forget, but only this ceremony, music, royalty, archery, calligraphy, and counting the six arts, he was only good at one.

He hated people who followed the rules the most in his life, and naturally he didn't bother to follow that etiquette; It is not possible to ride a horse, although he can forge his body with his true qi, but he cannot ride a horse like other brothers and sisters and still maintain stability; Needless to say, archery is nine out of ten arrows, and even their teaching says that this kid is blind to his cultivation; I slept in the book and math classes, and I never listened to a few lessons.

The Six Arts are only good at one art, and almost everyone is not optimistic about him, because he is too lazy and too dissolute, how can he survive in this Confucian and Taoist Changge Gate under the restrictions of etiquette rules?

Until that person appeared.

The Confucian giant who was sitting upright slowly spoke

[Don't you want to see the view of the peak]

Since then, the six arts have become what he is best at, and he even uses it as a way to express his thoughts on his old people.

【Etiquette, Do Not Move】

Holding Mr. Song's huge void and slowly standing up, his movements seemed to be extremely slow, but in fact, he only stood up in an instant.

Confucian Void gradually opened his eyes, and under his eyes was a pair of black and deep pupils, like a deep spring with no bottom in sight.

The virtual figure who stood up was straight, and he could feel a sense of arrogance rushing straight into the sky from a distance, which was the spirit of a useless scholar.

Etiquette is the moment

The rain of flowers in the sky was frozen in the air in an instant, the elegance was scattered in all directions, and the broken sword light also fell gently like raindrops, and the condensed flower knife raindrops bloomed in front of the Confucian giant like fireworks, which was a beauty made of knives and lights dancing together.

Guan Honghua's face is serious, and a virtual appearance of turning into a virtual realm represents the beginning of a full-scale war, which often means that one of the two will be hit hard, which is something that will only be used when fighting for life, so it is put to the end by the masters who cherish their lives.

However, as long as one of the two people in the battle expands the void phase, the other person must also open it, and the difference between having the void phase and not having the void phase is very big.

However, Guan Honghua went against this common sense, her body moved extremely fast, constantly running towards the distance, and the small movement continued to be used, and the true yuan was constantly consumed.

Although Mr. Song was puzzled by the other party's approach, he did not mean to show mercy in his hands.

【Archery, Gentleman's Fight】

[The gentleman has nothing to fight, he will also shoot, let go and rise, and drink down, and the dispute is also the gentleman]

Mr. Song, who was sitting on the Confucian statue, had firm eyes, his body was still straight, his hands were crossed in front of him, his hands were pressed together, and he said softly in his mouth.

The Confucian giant behind him moved with Mr. Song's words, the body of the giant was still straight, and the two arms were still in front, but two wide and strong arms suddenly stretched out from the two places under the ribs, and the robe was directly penetrated by the arms, and the two arms were full of bulging muscles, and the lines were knotted.

When these two arms appear, they are placed in front of each other, with the left hand in front and the right hand in the back, in an upright posture.

A true element slowly condensed, and the giant bow was condensed and formed in both hands, as if it were a real thing.

On the bow frame, a slightly illusory long arrow was formed here.

Confucian looked straight at him, his gaze moving with Guan Honghua's figure

Guan Honghua's speed is very fast, and the space shifts from time to time, so that her movement is more like a flash than a run, flashing one after another at a speed that ordinary people can't reach.

However, this did not completely break away from Mr. Song's lock-in on her

The arrows glowed with a cold glow

Guan Honghua herself obviously knows very well that she can't get rid of the other party's pursuit like this, but she has her own plans, after all, there are only three pieces left in the determined dozen ranges that have not been found, and now she should gamble on this anyway.

I saw that Guan Honghua's whole body was red and blooming on the water surface, and the red light film almost wrapped her entirely, and a faint phantom appeared behind her

At this time, Mr. Song, who was sitting on the hands of the Confucian Giant Minister, had also stood up, raised one hand forward, and smoothed the other, as if he was reciting something silently

His eyes opened suddenly, his body was straight, his gaze was majestic, and his mouth was full of tears

"Fat!"

A golden meteor shattered the sky and pierced the sky. (To be continued.) )