The surrounding Confucian disciples saw that Liu Qingyang had slashed seven sword heads in a row, and they were all furious, drew their swords and took their swords, and surrounded Liu Qingyang up and down. Liu Qingyang was under siege, but he laughed out loud. A Confucian disciple, Zhong Xiangyang, stepped forward with his sword drawn, and said in a fierce voice: "Liu Qingyang, you killed our seven senior brothers, even if you shed all your blood and flesh today, you don't want to leave the Confucian Sect!" One of the three generations of disciples came out and said loudly: "Kill my senior brother, and dare to laugh wildly?

Liu Qingyang laughed and pointed to the heavens: "Defend the righteous path with blood? What is the righteous path? What is the righteous path? You indiscriminately framed me to kill Chen Qingshan, and led the troops to level Qingshui Town! How many innocent civilians are there in Qingshui Town...... How many unarmed people...... Let you brutes who defend the Dao with blood be killed! Even if I, Liu Qingyang, really kill Chen Qingshan, what do you have to do with Qingshui Town? What kind of way do you defend one by one? Killing innocent civilians is the way to eliminate demons, and framing people is not distinguishing between right and wrong for the sake of eliminating demons?

The children of Confucianism looked at each other and did not dare to answer. Liu Qingyang said with a smile: "Arrest me Liu Qingyang alone, why do you destroy Qingshui Town? I went up the mountain to ask right and wrong, who did it first? You say one by one that I killed Chen Qingshan, where is the evidence? Do you kill me all on the basis of Yunkong's words? You say that I gouged out Mr. Da's eyes and killed him. Don't you know that this is the fulfillment that Mr. Da himself has hoped for in his life? You don't dare to be infamy, and I, Liu Qingyang, will do it, and you hate me to the core, but which of you doesn't know that Mr. Da voluntarily gouged out his eyes in order to achieve perfection. With a sneer on his face, he looked over one by one, and wherever his eyes swept, the Confucian disciples all bowed their heads in shame.

Liu Qingyang said: "You said that Yun Ming entered the Tao from the devil and killed his fellow disciples, why didn't you mention that you forced his wife to die......? Haha, haha...... Don't you know how he became a demon?" This matter was originally only known to the previous generation of disciples, but the third generation of disciples only knew that there was a traitor in the sect and escaped into the demon path. At this time, when Liu Qingyang talked about it, his face was full of suspicion and disbelief, and only the disciples of the older generation were full of shame and bowed their heads silently.

Liu Qingyang looked up to the sky and sighed: "I ask you, I ask you which one of you can distinguish between right and wrong? Yun Ming is a demon, isn't the Thirteen Confucian Sword Thirteen ridiculous, ridiculous!"

At this time, I suddenly heard someone say sharply: "What a sword cultivator Liu Qingyang! This kind of upside-down black and white mouth kung fu is so powerful!" Liu Qingyang looked in the direction of the sound, and saw five middle-aged men walking towards the north of the mountain, all dressed in white and spotless, with a long sword with a sharkskin sheath behind him. It was the five sword leaders who went down the mountain to dispatch troops, these five people were originally gathering soldiers at the foot of the mountain, and suddenly heard that the Confucian sect was invaded, so they hurried back, and happened to see Liu Qingyang laughing at the Confucian disciples.

When Liu Qingyang saw these five people, he was obviously exhausted by his own Yuan power, but he was not afraid at all, he laughed and said: "Confucianism is unreasonable, that's it! Don't you know who the person who reverses right and wrong is?" The man said calmly: "Gouging out the eyes of the master of the sect, killing the old sword leader of the sect, and having the audacity to kill my senior brother for the Confucian sect, who is reversing right and wrong?"

Liu Qingyang looked up to the sky and smiled, his laughter was full of desolation, and said: "Mr. Da gouged out his eyes to save the villagers of a town, what is the evidence for killing the old sword leader......? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Nuo is a big Confucian, but there is no one who understands things and knows black and white...... It's funny, it's funny! The Confucianism is in decline!"

The middle-aged man shouted, "Presumptuous, how can you be allowed to mess around and take it down!"

Liu Qingyang's face changed, he rolled over and rolled down to a stone platform, stretched out his legs and kicked out of the stone platform, the stone table was about two hundred pounds, and he stretched out his legs and kicked and flew out, only to hear a "whoosh" sound, and five long swords pierced the stone table together.

These five people are all outstanding disciples of Confucianism, and each of them has entered the first-class realm of martial arts, not to mention that the five of them have grown up since they were children, practicing the same kind of swordsmanship, and almost no one can break the power of joint attacks. The five people moved in unison, and the cooperation was seamless, and the five swords formed a sword net.

Liu Qingyang didn't dare to hold it up, so he immediately rushed out, and three people flashed out in front of him, it was Chu Qiuge, Lu Yu, and Wan Tianxun in the sword head, and the three swords stabbed out in the light.

As soon as Liu Qingyang's black sword was connected, the yuan force was exhausted, and the sword body gradually became transparent, but I was afraid that it would dissipate completely if it didn't last long. With a little foot, he turned over and stepped back, and the three long swords passed close to his chest. As soon as the figure fell, two long swords had already stabbed on the left and right, Chen Zhongyuan on the left and Tu Lu on the right. Liu Qingyang hurriedly turned over and rolled down, one hand on the ground, one rolled to dodge two swords, but Chen Zhongyuan cut a bloody mark on his back.

Facing Chu Qiuge, a sword had already stabbed him. Liu Qingyang slammed his palms on the ground, his body flew out, and the sword stabbed in front of his chest. Suddenly, a black shadow with a sword fell above his head, it was Lu Yu.

Liu Qingyang's black sword was lost, and he hurriedly pulled out the belt around his waist, threw it up, and hooked Lu Yu's right wrist, and with a draw, Lu Yu's long sword flew out.

Chu Qiuge, Wan Tianxun, and Chen Zhongyuan stepped forward together, and three more swords stabbed them. Liu Qingyang waved his belt, rolled out the three stone benches on the mountain, smashed them at the three, and forced the three to retreat. He jumped backwards and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The five of them took the opportunity to fly in a hurry. Liu Qingyang rolled on the ground, and the five swords fell again. These five people's swordsmanship is like a god, and the tacit understanding is compatible, Liu Qingyang's yuan strength is almost exhausted, and he is forced to have no power to fight back, and he has fallen into death several times.

"Kill!" the five of them shouted in unison, and stabbed out with their swords. It's that combined sword! Liu Qingyang saw the five swords stabbing at him, but he had no yuan strength to resist, sighed, closed his eyes and waited for death.

At this time, I only heard the sound of the Buddha next to me, as if it came from outside the sky, and it was impossible to find it; It is like a whisper in the ear, whispering in a dream. Liu Qingyang couldn't help but be in a trance. When the five people heard the Buddha's voice, their hands trembled and eased a little.

With only one point, the momentum of the combined attack of the five swords was broken. A monk suddenly rushed out, the Buddha bead in his hand was torn off, and he shot out suddenly. I only heard a few "ahh The five people were injured and retreated, some of them were injured in their wrists, some were hit in the forehead, and some of them were hit in the acupoints of their waists, and they were all injured one by one. One by one, they looked at each other blankly, only to see five swords on the ground flashing with cold light, and there were more than ten round sandalwood Buddha beads next to them.

Liu Qingyang raised his head and glanced at the visitor, and couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief. There were two monks here, but they were both acquaintances. One is Jian Rulai and the other is Fan Qiye, before it was Jian Rulai who emitted the Buddha sound, and Fan Qiye sent out Buddha beads, so that the five sword heads were injured and repulsed.

When Chu Qiuge saw Jian Rulai and Fan Qiye, his face was cold, and he said: "Jian Rulai, Fan Qiye, why did your Buddhism stop me?" Jian Rulai said: "Amitabha, Chu Qiuge, there is an accident here, there are other grievances, don't hurt the innocent anymore." Chu Qiuge said angrily: "Grievances? Where did the grievances come from? The death of the old sword leader Chen Qingshan, the corpse of the seven great sword heads is ambushed, is there still a grievance for Liu Qingyang?" He saw that Jian Rulai and Fan Qiye had rescued Liu Qingyang before, and his cultivation was far superior to his own five people, so he was still polite with his attitude, otherwise he would have drawn the knife earlier.

Jian Rulai said: "Chen Qingshan's death has nothing to do with Liu Qingyang, it is actually the work of the Thirteen Confucian Swords, I can vouch for this! If you don't believe it, and you still want to hurt Liu Qingyang, you can fight with me." He looked at Liu Qingyang and said with a smile: "The person I want to protect will not be hurt by anyone from all over the world." Chu Qiuge said angrily: "You ......" but he couldn't say the four words of bullying. Fan Qiye said: "Chen Qingshan's death has nothing to do with Liu Qingyang, I can also guarantee this." ”

Chu Qiuge knew that these two people had cultivated to the heavens and the earth, and their prestige was extremely high, so they naturally would not be untargeted, but he still couldn't bear it in one breath, and said: "Then Liu Qingyang killed the seven sword leaders of my Confucian Sect, how can hundreds of disciples say it?

Jian Rulai said: "This matter was caused by Confucianism first, and people were sent to kill the villagers of Qingshui Town for no reason, and Liu Qingyang killed people later, in order to take revenge." Chu Qiuge laughed and said: "The monk is going to say that my Confucianism is wrong?" Jian Rulai said: "Amitabha, Chu Tan is more angry, and he is free to make up for the mistakes made by Lord Liu." ”

Chu Qiuge gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone is dead, how can I make up for it?" Jian Rulai smiled slightly, seeing that Liu Qingyang was also at a loss, and said: "Please follow me to the Buddha Gate to get the colorful glass lamp, open great wisdom to the Confucian Gate, and then produce a great gentleman." Chu Qiuge was stunned for a moment and said, "The colorful glass lamp is the treasure of Buddhism, and the monk is willing to give it to my Confucianism?"

Jian Rulai shook his head and said, "There is nothing originally, where can there be dust? As long as Lord Liu helps me get it, I can clear up the misunderstanding here. Chu Qiuge had already made a choice, looked at Liu Qingyang, and said, "Okay, if you take the colorful glass lamp to open up great wisdom for my Confucian disciples, this matter will be written off!"

Liu Qingyang said: "Slow!" Chu Qiuge's eyes froze, and he sneered: "You don't want to?" Liu Qingyang said: "If you want me to take the colorful glass lamp, it's okay, but the souls of Qingshui Town are all done by your Confucianism!"

Chu Qiuge said: "Do you want to be on the ground?" Liu Qingyang said: "The Confucian sect opens the incense hall and worships the townspeople of Qingshui Town!" Jian Rulai said: "Is this matter feasible?" Chu Qiuge muttered: "Okay!"

With Confucian financial resources and manpower, it took less than half a day to prepare for the opening of the incense hall. The incense hall is located in the ancestral hall on the east side, and more than a dozen people gather under the hall at this time to take incense and sacrifice to the spirit. Liu Qingyang took incense to worship and read the sacrificial text. Suddenly, lead clouds accumulated in the sky, and heavy snow fell. The rain became more and more urgent, and it swept up and down the Confucian Mountain.

When all the Confucian disciples thought of the dead brother and the deceased old sword, they were all very sad and whimpered in a low voice. For a moment, the mountains were filled with cries.

Jian Rulai looked up to the sky and sighed: "This snow is so coincidental!