Confucian Sword Thirteen never understood the "Tao Te Ching", but he pretended to borrow the Buddha's aura of his ancestors, and used magic to forge great merits to lead the eighteen patriarchs of Confucianism to the lower realm.

It is rumored that when the ancient flood was famine, Confucianism was just established, and the eighteen ancestors were all famous swordsmen, not that these eighteen ancestors would not know other blades, but between heaven and earth, within a hundred soldiers, the sword was a gentleman, therefore, the people of Confucianism must choose the long sword as a weapon.

The eighteen patriarchs stood upright, and the first yellow-clothed old man looked at the thirteen Confucian swords with cold eyes, and said, "What a thief!

Rujian Thirteen sneered and said, "Since you are already a divine soul, whoever can use this spell, you should naturally listen to whoever sends it!"

The old man in yellow stared, but he finally sighed, and said: "It's the same way, I can't imagine that I, Huang Yuanyu, have been upright all my life, and I will help him to abuse him after death!"

Rujian Thirteen's gaze swept over the other elders and asked, "How are you?"

The rest of the old men all sighed, and stood with their swords in their hands, and the great swordsmen faced the enemy's momentum!

Eighteen swordsmen are ranked in the order of the stars, or holding a single-edged sword, or using a two-handed heavy sword, or a box behind their backs, and a sword hidden in the box, all of them are in different forms, none of them are good people!

It's just that the once famous swordsman only has his soul left, but he has six or seven successes. But just looking at this sky, the eighteen absolute immortals also make people's scalp tingle, all over the world, in the world, I have never heard of the opponent, and the eighteen absolute immortals need to be used!

Confucian Sword Thirteen slowly escaped into the void, and the war here was handed over to the Confucian Patriarch, besides, with the demonic qi to strengthen the sword hero Zhenwu, Confucian Sword Thirteen has been exhausted, and there is only a way to watch the battle from afar.

Liu Qingyang looked at the eighteen peerless immortals, the dragons among the individuals, and couldn't help but sigh, the Confucianism 10,000 years ago was really brilliant, but he never thought that today's Confucianism is so rotten, there should be another big gentleman, otherwise, Confucianism will die!

Liu Qingyang bowed his hand to the eighteen absolute immortals one by one, and said: "Eighteen sages, the younger generation knows that you have no choice but to fight, if you break your souls, I hope you don't blame you!

Huang Yuanyu, the old man in yellow, laughed and said, "This baby is right to my appetite! It's just that the old man is unwilling, and he won't keep his hand for a while! This is the true intention of Jianhao! Do it, baby!"

The rest of the absolute immortals also nodded, just holding their own identities, but they refused to take the lead, but just lined up in a large array to watch Liu Qingyang's changes.

Liu Qingyang held the Tianshui heavy sword upside down, and the demonic aura was dense, but he claimed to be a heroic and righteous spirit, and the Xuanyang swordsmanship slowly urged, and he didn't see the law to read it, and it was already a Xuanyang Break with a wave of his hand.

A touch of Xuanyang slowly rose between heaven and earth, and the Tianshui heavy sword was hidden in the Xuanyang, crushing towards the eighteen absolute immortals, like the sky covering the top.

Huang Yuan Yudao said the word "good"! Immediately, thirty-six flying swords rose out of the back box, one of which was called Danfeng, the second was called and Di Lian, the third was called Jian Wushuang, and the fourth was called White Emperor City...... Its thirty-six names are called ancient Nandu.

Thirty-six flying swords shot out, and in an instant, mountains and rivers appeared in the heaven and earth, several big cities were entrenched in the air, between the mountains and rivers, the maple leaves were scattered, and in the lotus pond, a beautiful picture was changed.

Although Huang Yuanyu has a rough personality, he is also the great sage of Confucianism after all, with a stunt, in addition to the power is incomparable, the end is magnificent, these thirty-six flying swords constitute the ability of Danfeng landscape painting, the world has never seen again.

The rest of the absolute immortals did not make a move, but slowly poured that body of Dao Yuan into the Danfeng landscape painting scroll, although the absolute immortal is strong, compared to the eight-turn realm, but after all, the difference between cloud and mud, combined with the power of the eighteen absolute immortals, or can be suppressed.

As soon as the power of the immortals entered the Danfeng landscape painting scroll, in an instant, there was a touch of vitality in the painting scroll, and the scenery in the painting seemed to be alive, and it was actually a small world of its own. This kind of means is as strong as Liu Qingyang, and it is also amazing. What a poetic lore!

Finally, the Xuanyang fell into the Danfeng landscape painting, and in an instant, the plants and trees withered, and the flowers and lotus in the pond also became ashes, and the White Emperor City, Puyang City, and Gunan were all dyed with a touch of red.

Immediately, the people of the city were displaced, and a fire broke out all over the city, but in the blink of an eye, they all became a pinch of loess. The mountains and rivers are extinguished, the world is vast, and one move is to reshape the scene of the end.

Xuanyang gradually disappeared in the Danfeng landscape painting scroll, but the painting scroll also lost its beauty, and became a barrenness.

Liu Qingyang stretched out his hand and took back the Tianshui heavy sword, and in an instant, the Tianshui heavy sword was as light as a maple leaf, dancing up and down, resisting the edge of the heavenly avenue.

No matter what benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith, no matter what poetry, books, etiquette and music, all of them are blocked, even if the fragments of the avenue are as thick as "Laozi" and "Mencius", they are not allowed to enter Liu Qingyang's body.

The classic avenue was flying all over the sky, and Liu Qingyang sighed in his heart, with this avenue being the most offensive method, it was really the peerless learning of Confucianism, and only such people could do so in the world.

After the last word "Confucian", Liu Qingyang took three steps back and squirted a mouthful of blood. With such a method, it is impossible for Liu Qingyang to take it without damage, but the injury is not serious, but it is just a concussion of the internal organs, and it needs a little bit of strength.

Liu Qingyang sighed and said: "Fellow sages, the realm outside the Dao is already difficult to withstand too many shocks, let's decide the outcome with one blow! If Liu Qingyang is defeated, there will be no complaints, if Liu Qingyang is lucky, it will just let the devil ambush him!"

Huang Yuanyu looked at the reckless realm outside the Dao of the Four Wilds, sighed, and said, "I haven't seen the light of day for thousands of years, and when I came out this time, I didn't expect to leave so soon." But for the sake of the beings in this outer realm, it should be the same. Little friend, just do it!"

Liu Qingyang nodded and said, "Offended!" Immediately, the Tianshui heavy sword in his hand re-entered the void, the ancient black flame slowly bloomed, Liu Qingyang's face was solemn, and above the sky, a giant sword hung down.

Suddenly, Liu Qingyang shouted violently, his body rose against the storm, and in an instant, he turned into the size of a giant of thousands of meters, and the giant sword was held in his hand, and he said: "This move is called - West Pole Overlord Slash!"

Liu Qingyang glanced at the Tianshui Heavy Sword, and thought of the encounter in Donglai City, the Emperor of the West Pole, one of the strongest people in heaven and earth, although he got the inheritance of this sword, it was difficult to get a glimpse of the whole picture of this move after all.

Now, the cultivation of this eight-turn realm, I am afraid that it can also make this world-dominating move show off a little, and it is also beyond such a high level of cultivation, Liu Qingyang only knows what kind of person the Emperor of the West Pole is!

The swing of the giant sword was not as roaring as before, but extremely slow, just slowly pouring in, and a wisp of hegemonic qi could be detected even if it was thousands of miles away.

The face of the Eighteen Absolute Immortals was solemn, and they moved slowly, condensing a sword formation. The name of the sword formation is called Zhu Xian! It is the evolution of the lifelong energy of a powerful man between heaven and earth.

The power of the Zhuxian Array is as powerful as the name of the Great Array, no matter how much you cultivate, the sword array surges, it is strangled into nothingness, for thousands of years, the reason why Confucianism can still survive is by virtue of this Zhuxian Sword Array!

The Zhuxian Sword Formation is formed, and the eighteen Absolute Immortals are like eighteen array eyes, among which the flying sword flows, cutting out the infinite void fragments, and in the sword array, the power of heaven and earth strangulation slowly comes.

Even if the immortals are just the products of the creation of heaven and earth, they have never broken through the shackles of heaven and earth and achieved flying immortals, so how can the power of heaven and earth strangle be resisted?

For this reason, between heaven and earth, even if he is like a god, he is only a king on the land, and the shackles of heaven and earth are a shackle after all. Therefore, the immortals of the Xuanji Continent are all land immortals!

The Tianshui heavy sword went straight into the Zhuxian Sword Array, and the infinite domineering spirit erupted, and the power of strangulation between heaven and earth was like a great enemy, surging wildly, and in the sword array, it turned into nothingness in a blink of an eye.

Compared with the tangible killing, the void is more terrifying, no matter how powerful the move, it will be strangled in it, the ultimate embodiment of the way of heaven, that is, a nothing, maybe there is an empty word, but that emptiness, but it is not something like Liu Qingyang can encounter.

Maybe one day in the future, Liu Qingyang will be able to encounter that empty word, but he still needs to climb to the top of the Great Dao, and he really wants to compete with this heaven and earth, and break the void to become a flying immortal outside the sky.

But that day, no one knows what happened to the flying immortals!

The power of endless nothingness erupted, and the domineering spirit was like a flat boat in the great river, fluttering, just afraid of the next wave, it was not knocked to the ground by this void wave, but this wisp of domineering spirit has never been eliminated after all, just in it, constantly moving.

Suddenly, a wisp of vast divine thought slowly swept by, the Tianshui heavy sword came out of his hand, Liu Qingyang took three steps back, and saw a white-bearded glutton walking slowly, holding the Tianshui heavy sword with both hands.

The white-bearded glutton looked back at Liu Qingyang and said with a smile: "It's a little interesting!"

After speaking, the white-bearded glutton reached out into the Xuan Immortal Sword Array, and with another touch, he smoothed out the edge of the Tianshui Heavy Sword and turned it into a bladeless sword.

The white-bearded old gluttony said: "The heavy sword has no edge, and it is not skillful! Domineering, it is a sword down, no matter what chopping and picking thorns, it will smash the things in front of you!"

Tianshui heavy sword actually pulled out the Zhuxian sword array, the white-bearded gluttony shouted angrily, the heavy sword turned into a slash, and under one blow, the sword qi shot out in all directions.

The Immortal Sword Array shattered into countless fragments in an instant, and the eighteen Absolute Immortals flew out upside down. With such power, Liu Qingyang naturally knew who the white-bearded glutton in front of him was!

It's just that Liu Qingyang couldn't imagine that the Western Pole Emperor was just a wisp of remnant soul wandering between heaven and earth, and he had such power, and with a sword to put it mildly, it would break the Immortal Sword Formation!

The white-bearded glutton didn't look at Liu Qingyang, but just looked at the eighteen peerless immortal souls with cold eyes, and snorted coldly, and the eighteen gods and souls were like lightning strikes, and they dissipated without a trace in an instant.

Even the Confucian Sword Thirteen in the void also spurted out a mouthful of blood, fell out of the void, and landed not far away.

The white-bearded gluttony opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't speak, and disappeared between heaven and earth.