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However, some people with strong cultivation and good eyesight naturally saw the process of the two fighting clearly, knowing that Li Xuan was the last to be blinded, so he had no choice but to tear Gao Shuang in half.

"Martial artist level!"

The eyes of the Lord of Zimo Mountain flashed, and he knew that he had been deceived by Li Xuan. At the beginning, Li Xuan pretended to be injured, clearly wanting to deceive the Zimo Mountain Lord, and then give the Zimo Mountain Lord a surprise blow. It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven, and they are shuang, which messes up Li Xuan's calculations.

"How could it be ......"

The Zimo Mountain Lord frowned slightly, you must know that it is by no means so easy to advance as a martial artist! Last night, he obviously injured Li Xuan, but Li Xuan actually advanced to a martial artist! How could the Zimo Mountain Lord not be shocked!

Nangong Wen also narrowed his eyes, Li Xuan was still at the level of a warrior a day ago, and he actually advanced to a martial artist overnight!

"Humph!"

The Lord of Zimo Mountain looked at Gao Shuang who was torn apart with some regret, and said coldly: "You people from the Northwest boast of being righteous, but you are not even as good as beasts!

The figure flashed, and the big hand of the Zimo Mountain Lord grabbed it in the air, like the pressure of a big mountain volley, roaring, and buckled towards Li Xuan.

For the Zimo Mountain Lord, Li Xuan didn't dare to underestimate it at all. Yan Huang sword clenched, and Li Xuan was about to draw his sword to fight. Suddenly, a figure flickered, a vast and soft white light faintly, and an open folding fan held the volley palm wind of the Zimo Mountain Lord.

"Brother Li stepped back, let me meet the Lord of Zimo Mountain for a while. ”

Nangong Wen had already made a move, and waved his folding fan in front of Li Xuan. Li Xuan frowned slightly, to be honest, Li Xuan didn't want Nangong to ask for help, however, Li Xuan glanced at Lei Hong among the people in Zimo Mountain, lowered his eyelids slightly, agreed, and retreated to the Northwest Alliance.

Today, you can't fight hard!

You still need to leave the flesh and blood, and keep Lei Hong, this is the first thing!

Seeing Nangong asking, Zimo Mountain's face was gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "Nangong asked, I have retreated again and again, I don't want to be your enemy, I'm not afraid of you, do you think I really don't dare to kill you!"

"Don't force me to ......" The voice of the Zimo Mountain Lord became more and more indifferent and low.

Nangong Wen's face turned grim, narrowed his eyes and said, "Why don't you dare to kill me? You dare to do anything to betray your master, and why don't you dare to kill me." Isn't that right, should I call you senior?"

Whew......

When the Zimo Mountain Lord heard this, his face suddenly changed, he took a few steps back, his eyes flashed, and he said in a trembling voice: "You...... How do you know?"

Nangong Wen snorted coldly and said, "Do you think the world doesn't know? There are three thousand disciples of the Holy Hall, who doesn't know that your Zimo Mountain Master is the senior who never returned. It's just that the teacher is generous and will not be held accountable. ”

The Zimo Mountain Lord pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Teacher...... Teacher...... I'm sorry teacher. Since the teacher doesn't hold you accountable, why are you forced to come here!"

Nangong Wen stared at the folding fan, and said solemnly: "The teacher will not be held accountable, it is the teacher's generosity, not that your mistakes can be forgiven." The teacher has something to do, and the disciple works hard. Since I came to the northwest and entered Lanshan, I naturally had to clean up the portal for the teacher. I'll give you two ways, either tie your hands and follow me to the teacher to plead guilty, or fight me. ”

The Lord of Zimo Mountain thought for a long time, shook his head slowly, and sighed: "It's late, it's late, I can't turn back...... Anyway, in today's battle, I will see how many skills the younger disciples of the Holy Church have and how much grammar they have learned. ”

"You will die in battle!"

Nangong asked to take a step forward, the faint white light around his body was misty, and he raised his hand to fold the fan and danced in the air, as if he was carving words, "One stroke of evolution of the sky, two strokes of the earth, three strokes of the common people!"

"There are thousands of three strokes, and there is a great way in heaven and earth"

The Lord of Zimo Mountain raised his big hand, and muttered with some obsession in his eyes: "The teacher taught, even if the student is reincarnated for a hundred lifetimes and disappears, he will not dare or forget." The younger brother has Haoran, why not be a brother!"

WhewW......

A vast and majestic, dignified white light surged from the body of the Lord of Zimo Mountain. In an instant, the Lord of Zimo Mountain was as imposing, no longer the demon leader who was as evil as the sea and as dignified as Shura, but changed into a high-crowned and luxurious uniform, a dignified and dignified image of a Confucian scholar in the preaching academy.

"You have three Haoran seals, look at my righteous sword!"

Whew......

The white light around the main body of Zimo Mountain condensed, transforming into a bright holy sword with a handle, bright and bright, surging with a vast white light, volleying through the air, piercing the Haoran seal of Nangong Wen.

Sneer......

Quack Quack ......

The sword of the heart of the Lord of Zimo Mountain was transformed by thousands of handles, and the light flickered. Nangong asked's three Haoran seals, which contain three essences, are slowly stirred and grinded, allowing the heart sword to be strong, but it can't stop the coercion of Haoran Yin.

Sneer......

The sword of the heart was worn away by the Haoran seal.

From an outsider's point of view, the Zimo Mountain Lord's Heart Punishment Sword is majestic and majestic, and the three Haoran seals of Nangong Wen seem thin. However, the Lord of Zimo Mountain and Nangong Wen both clearly understood that although the Righteous Qi Punishment Sword was fierce, it was like a storm of sand in the sky, and although the three Haoran seals were weak, they were like grinding rocks! Who had ever seen the wind and sand pierce through the rocks? That was impossible!

Nangong asked and urged the three strokes of Haoran Yin, and Zhengse shouted: "You have nothing to show for it! Your heroic spirit is majestic, but you have a mixed spirit! Righteous Qi Punishment Sword, hum, the sword qi is fierce, but it is a loss of righteousness, how to punish the heart, how to compare with me!"

"Break it for me!"

Nangong asked the righteous Qi Ling Ran, the stronger the power, the big hand pressed, and the three Haoran seals suddenly flashed with white light, shattering the heart of ten thousand swords!

"Huh?"

The face of the Zimo Mountain Lord darkened, he took a step back, his eyes were confused, and he muttered, "It's not a good thing...... It's wrong after all...... But, but ...... Do I have a choice?

The eyes of the main eyes of Zimo Mountain suddenly lit up, giving birth to a star-like dazzling brilliance, the divine light was firm, staring at Nangong and asking, and said slowly: "I will see the flowers bloom, and I will cultivate my heart and nature." The teacher once said that all ways and all laws should return to the sect, but if I seek the Tao with a clear heart, where is there any right or wrong! When I defected from the church, the teacher did not hold me accountable, but gave me a starry sky and a world of free choice. I'm not wrong!

Rumble!

The main body of Zimo Mountain was shocked, the vast blood and qi were surging, and the thousands of heart swords flying in the void changed in color, from the pale white light color at the beginning, to crimson. Zheng Zheng Zheng ...... , the Heart Punishment Sword is no longer soft and vast, but the blood is rippling, and the forest is cold!

"You are a martial artist level after all, how can you compete with me!"

The main remote control of Zimo Mountain's crimson blood-colored sword broke through the air.

Titicaca ......

Nangong asked's three Haoran seals couldn't resist these blood-colored heart swords, and they collapsed and cracked one after another. Nangong Wen narrowed his eyes, and shouted: "Obsessed! You are obsessed! The teacher said that seeking the Tao with a clear heart is meaningless right or wrong, but that is for the teacher!"

"If the world is like a net, the teacher's spirit and eyes are already in the starry sky, not in the net, and on the way to pursue the origin of the avenue, there is naturally no sense of right or wrong! However, the world is like a net, you and I are both people in the net, and the net is based on rules, morality is the foundation of the heart, and etiquette, righteousness, honesty and shame are edification and cleansing the heart! Right is right, and wrong is wrong! You betray your teacher, belong to the Demon Sect, forget your teacher's kindness, and abuse the common people, this is evil, this is wrong!"

"Since it's wrong, how can I tolerate you!"

Nangong asked in the face of the bloody sword of the Zimo Mountain Lord, the folding fan waved, buzzing and shaking. Suddenly, the landscape ink painting on the folding fan resonated with the white air around Nangong Wen's body, as if it was alive from the folding fan.

"What's in your sleeve!"

"The sun and the moon in the chest!"

Buzz Buzz......

The landscape ink painting on the folding fan is suddenly bright and bright, and the imprints of the landscape are slamming up. The vast and bright white light, the void transformed into the appearance of a world of heaven, and shattered the endless blood-colored sword of the heart, enveloping the Lord of Zimo Mountain.

Sneer......

In the lower corner of the folding fan, there is a line of small letters.

This line of small words, white light, is full of sky. Every handwriting seems to have a fresh life, and the words are beady, floating in the air, shining brightly. Every handwriting floating in the air is like a round of bright sun, like a round of bright moon.

The sun and the moon shine brightly!

Suddenly pressed towards the Zimo Mountain Lord.

The lord of Zimo Mountain looked at the mountains and rivers shrouded in handwriting in a daze, looking at the glorious sun and moon that hit him, there was no panic or fear in his eyes, but he showed a touch of peaceful brilliance, just like a child who had been away from home for many years and saw his kind parents.

"It's ...... This is the teacher's tone. The teacher's tone ...... The teacher actually gave his own style to the folding fan ink painting and handed it to you...... I was unjustly defeated, and I was defeated by the teacher's own literary tone, and this life is enough!"

"This life is enough ......"

The Lord of Zimo Mountain looked at the mountains and rivers of Qiankun peacefully, the glorious sun and the moon, and slowly closed his eyes. How powerful the teacher is, no, or how great it is, how unclear is the Zimo Mountain Lord! Under the pressure of the teacher's literary tone, he has no hope at all.

In a trance, the thoughts of the master of Zimo Mountain flew, as if he had returned to that distant time.

Back then, when the lord of Zimo Mountain was just sensible, someone told us over and over again in his ear, "We are Lanshan people, but we should be the masters of the Central Plains, and it is the Xiao family of the Great Jin Dynasty who drove us out of our homeland...... The Great Jin is our enemy, and we want to take revenge......"

As a result, the lord of Zimo Mountain, who was infused with hatred since he was a child, came to the capital of Dajin with hope when others were still innocent and playful childhood. That year, it was spring, and everything was revived and full of life. The lord of Zimo Mountain was thinking about the future by the lake outside the capital and met the teacher. The teacher touched the little head of the Zimo Mountain Lord and asked, "Do you want to study with me?"

So, the Lord of Zimo Mountain followed the teacher and came to the Holy Hall.

There were 3,000 students in the Holy Hall, and the teacher opened the avenue, and the Lord of Zimo Mountain listened to it fascinated. After many more years, the Lord of Zimo Mountain has grown up and has completely integrated into the Holy Church, and he has even forgotten his life experience and the purpose of his coming to the capital. It was the spring of another year, and the Lord of Zimo Mountain received a letter from afar.

The father of the master of Zimo Mountain is critically ill.

The Lord of Zimo Mountain returned to his father, and his father took the hand of the Lord of Zimo Mountain before he died, and said with a trembling voice of hatred: "The blood does not dry up, and the battle is endless...... If you don't return to the Central Plains for a day, you will swear to kill with the Central Plains for a mortal vendetta ......"

Hesitant, confused, overwhelmed!

Staying in Lanshan, the lord of Zimo Mountain was ashamed of the teacher, and he was restless day and night. If you want to return to the Holy Church, it is difficult to let go of the hatred given to you by your father! In the endless hesitation, the Zimo Mountain Lord smelled the smell of blood, and the troubles and sorrows that made him forget in the killing. The Lord of Zimo Mountain came to the periphery of Lanshan Mountain, occupied Zimo Mountain, and opened the prelude to twenty years of killing!

The Lord of Zimo Mountain is thirsty for killing, but he is afraid that if he stops killing, he will fall into inner hesitation.

It's good now!

Finally liberated!

Looking at the mountains and rivers and the glorious sun and moon under the pressure, the Zimo Mountain Lord showed a peaceful smile, and the world was finally quiet......

Boom! Boom!

There was a loud bang, and the heavens and the earth shook.

Nangong Wen put away the folding fan and looked at the Zimo Mountain Lord quietly, the Zimo Mountain Lord left this world with a smile.

The nameless hill was silent.

Everyone looked at Nangong Wen in a daze, no one expected Nangong Wen to actually kill the Zimo Mountain Lord! Of course, there was only one person who didn't look at Nangong Wen, and that was Li Xuan. Li Xuan kept looking at Lei Hong.

Hush......

There was a shush.

Nangong asked about the conversation with the Lord of Zimo Mountain, and everyone understood that the two of them were actually disciples of the Holy Hall!

Sanctuary!

The Church of the Word!

In the whole world, there is only one person who can be called a holy word when he speaks, and he is in the capital. In the whole world, there is only one place that can be called a holy church, and it is also in the capital! The holy church in the capital, with 3,000 students, is the holy place of the Tao of the world!

The temple has existed for thousands of years, and no one knows when it existed, and it is said that in ancient times when there was no dynasty in the Central Plains, there was a temple. The world has changed, and the change of dynasty has occurred from time to time, but the holy church has never been affected by the change of dynasties.

The three princes and great Confucians of the imperial court almost all came from the Holy Church.

If the disciples of the Templar are successful in their studies, they will go in and out to assist Jun Li. The three princes and great Confucians of the past dynasties, after saying goodbye to the old man and resigning, also returned to the holy church, and became an ordinary person among the three thousand students. The Holy Church is the holy land of the world, how strong is it? However, no matter how strong the Holy Church is, the people of the world only worship the Holy Church, and there is absolutely no fear of it. The church is like a mountain, and the world is like ants, and though the mountains are majestic, have the ants ever feared them?

Ants are not afraid of the mountains, just because the mountains never crush the ants!

It turned out to be a Templar!

The eyes of everyone looking at Nangong Wen changed a little, an inexplicable change. The Church never deceives, but the Church is not for anyone else to deceive!

Nangong asked looking around at the people in Zimo Mountain, and asked slowly, "Who dares to fight again?"

Everyone in Zimo Mountain looked at each other, the mountain lord was dead, who would dare to fight! Everyone bowed their heads one after another, and finally someone dared to tremble and say: "If we don't fight, we will admit defeat." We immediately retreated to the depths of Lanshan, and we will never step half a step in the outer Lanshan in this life......"

The people of Zimo Mountain had no intention of fighting again, and completely admitted defeat.

At this time, the people in the northwest shouted, "No, Zimo Mountain is the leader of the thieves on the periphery of Lanshan, how can it be spared, in my opinion, all of them will be killed." ”

"Yes, we must do everything we can to get rid of evil! ”

"Joke, if you disturb these people, wouldn't our people in the northwest have died in vain all these years. ”

......

Nangong Wen glanced at the people in the northwest, and the people in the northwest were silent. Nangong asked finally at Li Xuan and asked lightly, "Brother Li, what do you say?"

Li Xuan's face was expressionless, he still stared at Lei Hong coldly, and said slowly: "The gambling war has already been decided, what is there to say, although the master of Zimo Mountain is dead, the gambling war is still valid." As long as these people retreat to the depths of the Lan Mountain, will we still break the contract?"

"Yes, what Brother Li said is reasonable......

Subsequently, the people in the northwest saw that the general trend had been set and stopped talking. Everyone in Zimo Mountain looked at Li Xuan with some gratitude in their eyes. Now everyone in Zimo Mountain thinks that it is the fish on the chopping board (to be continued.) )