The words fell, and the sword light rose!

The sword in Luo Wuxian's hand tore through the void and slashed directly at Han Muye's neck.

This sword is not dragged by mud and water, the sword light goes straight to the ground, it is really a good swordsmanship!

Han Muye's face showed a hint of approval.

This was the first swordsman he had seen in Zhongzhou to draw a sword, although this sword was slashed at his own.

This does not affect his evaluation of this sword.

Fast and steady, strength and qi combined, sword and body, Zhongzhou sword cultivation, extraordinary means.

Looking at Han Muye's expression, the corners of Luo Wuxian's mouth curled.

Sure enough, it was a Confucian who had never seen the killing of the cultivation world.

Is this murderous sword really not as sharp as your mouth?

Sword cultivation is close to the body, and a Confucian with sharp teeth and sharp mouth is cut off, without blowing dust!

Lin Shen, who was standing beside Han Muye, stepped forward and slashed horizontally with the sword in his hand.

"Boom-"

Baizhang sword light burst out, Luo Wuxian's complexion changed drastically, and he flew back sharply, but his body retreated as fast as the sword light, and when he collided with the sword light, he shattered.

With a sword, Luo is unharmed, gone.

The sound of the sword roar is like a landslide and tsunami, rolling down and surging, causing a radius of ten miles of clouds to circulate, and there is turmoil in the sky and on the ground.

Lin Shen's eyes were shining, holding the hilt of the sword, and the sword intent on his body condensed into a long sword that hung quietly.

This sword slashed out the momentum of the half-step Heavenly Realm!

The power of heaven and earth in Zhongzhou is strong, and the aura is rich, and when Lin Shen casts his sword moves, the power of heaven and earth that he induces is completely beyond his imagination.

This sword is really enjoyable!

The power of heaven and earth is like a torrent, and a sword moves mountains and rivers, this is the means of sword cultivation!

With a sword slashing through the realm, the remaining dozen or so Hongcheng Sword Sect disciples retreated in panic.

A Pentecostal Daoist wearing a purple golden lotus crown stepped forward and stared at Lin Shen.

"It turned out to be a great sword cultivator who had condensed the sword bones."

A fierce sword intent rose up on his body, and the power of binding heaven and earth unique to the monk of Jiedan surged.

"With such a sword cultivation, how can you be a retinue escort?"

"You come to my Hongcheng Sword Sect, the murder will be written off, and there is still a lack of a deacon in my Foreign Affairs Hall."

The Taoist put his hands behind his back, his face was indifferent, and it seemed that Lin Shen would never refuse his words.

The Hongcheng Sword Sect is about to surpass the cultivation realm of the three counties, ruling hundreds of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

It is the Confucianism and Taoism of the three counties, and it will also give face to the Hongcheng Sword Sect.

For those Confucianism and Taoism practitioners who advocate hard study and pure cultivation, as long as the cultivation world is not in chaos, there is no need to care.

Whether the Hongcheng Sword Sect monopolized the three counties, or divided thirty or fifty small sects to compete with each other, they all turned a blind eye.

As long as there is a lot of offering, it will be done.

Anyway, this Zhongzhou is the Zhongzhou of Confucianism and Taoism.

Kong Chaode turned his head to look at Lin Shen.

From Zhongzhou, Xijiang Province, I have seen the prosperity of Zhongzhou, and I know how powerful the sword cultivation sect of the three counties is to unify it.

If you really devote yourself to this Hongcheng Sword Sect, your future achievements will definitely be much stronger than on Jiuxuan Mountain in Western Xinjiang.

How to choose?

Kong Chaode looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye's expression did not change.

His own son-in-law is so sure that Lin Shen will not rebel?

"Boom-"

Lin Shen's big sword made a choice.

Sword light, slash down.

Draw tens of millions of swords, crack rocks and destroy mountains.

The sword light turned into a rolling and overturned mountain wall, and a sword slashed down, and the stone shattered and landslided.

The combination of the sword of power and the sword of will attract the power of heaven and earth with you.

The golden earth-attribute aura surged, shrouding Lin Shen like a golden armor.

At this moment, Lin Shen, who wielded a sword, seemed to be the darling of the earth.

"Good sword cultivation!"

The loud Taoist of the Hongcheng Sword Sect shouted, and the sword light in his hand collided with the sword in Lin Shen's hand.

Then he vomited blood from his mouth and flew out diagonally.

"Hurry up, this guy is so powerful!" Lao Dao shouted in a panic.

Those Hongcheng Sword Sect sword cultivation disciples hurriedly attracted the sword qi in their hands, forming a sword formation with surging sword qi, blocking Lin Shen's sword light.

The big sword slashed on the sword array, and each slash made the dozens of realm sword cultivators red.

This is a sign that the power of the sword is too strong and difficult to parry, causing qi and blood to surge.

"Block!"

"Send the signal!"

"Help!"

Dao Dao sword light rose.

In the distance, there was a roar of breaking the air.

A series of sword lights like meteors pierced the sky.

"Childe, why don't you return to Jinchuan City first?" Looking at the flying sword light, Kong Chaode spoke in a low voice.

The fierceness of that sword light is at least half a step in the Heavenly Realm.

Although Lin Shen is strong, he will never be able to stop such a strong person.

"Retreat?" Han Muye raised his hand, and in his palm, the jade-white folding fan was gently unfolded, and then closed with a "brush".

"Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism are known as suppressing luck, and this situation will also retreat?"

Hearing Han Muye's words, Kong Chaode shook his head and said in a low voice: "If a Confucian Taoist cultivator does not have the authority of heaven and earth, he is not stronger than sword cultivation with Haoran Qi cultivation alone, and even——"

He paused and said softly: "Confucianism and Taoism are mostly in attracting the power of heaven and earth to fight, swiping a little ink, and poetry into soldiers, all with the help of the power of heaven and earth. ”

"That's why Confucianism and Taoism have studied hard, and only then can there be a ten-year cold window, and the title of the gold list is said."

"A Confucian Taoist monk with the power of heaven and earth as his authority is really invincible to a spiritual Taoist cultivator of the same level."

Looking at Han Muye, Kong Chaode said with some regret: "Son, if you can become a non-commissioned officer, this Hongcheng Sword Sect will be a little stronger, and I won't dare to make a move on you." ”

This is the disadvantage of Zhongzhou martial arts.

It can't be said to be a drawback.

Reading the royal classics, Han Muye knew that the prosperity of Zhongzhou was in the imperial city.

With the suppression of the Imperial City Academy, and the Confucianism and Taoism of the Holy Sage, Zhongzhou, there will be no real chaos.

The authority of heaven and earth in Zhongzhou was taken away by Confucianism and Taoism, and then distributed everywhere, and it needed to be granted by the dynasty in order to have the power to suppress one party.

Such an advantage, of course, is that Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism are dominant.

The monarchy is bestowed, and Confucianism and Taoism are in charge.

But the downsides of this are obvious.

Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism only cultivate elites.

suppressed the world's Confucianism and Taoism overhaul, ninety percent of them were born in the Imperial City Academy, and they were under the sect of Wenxiang.

Dongfang Shu is like this, even if he cultivates to the realm of Confucianism and Taoism, because of disagreements, he can only teach in the mountains and fields, and he can't train a successful disciple in thirty years.

Thousands of Confucian and Taoist practitioners in Zhongzhou have studied hard in vain, but they are helpless after all.

"Zhongzhou Confucianism, hehe." In Han Muye's eyes, there was a bright starlight flashing, a long laugh, and the heavens and the earth shook!

At this moment, the radius is thousands of miles, and the wind and clouds are changing!

A vigorous force that belongs to the Confucianism and Taoism masters is rising to the sky!

"There are thousands of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou, studying hard in the cold window, being poor, and not being allowed to enter the non-commissioned officer, after all, a handful of loess."

"Confucianism and Taoism can't be applied to one's own body, so what's the use of practice?"

The sound rose again, thousands of miles in radius, deafening.

On Bailu Mountain, which is more than 100,000 miles away, Dongfang Shu, who was sitting and discussing with several blue-robed scribes, was shocked and stood up.

"Mr. Dongfang, what's wrong?" Several blue-robed scribes also stood up and spoke one after another.

On Bailu Mountain, the four sentences of learning are reasonable, and Confucian and Taoist practitioners from a radius of thousands of miles come one after another.

Oriental books understand Confucianism and Taoism, and become a grandmaster, if you want, you can go straight to the imperial city as an official.

However, Dongfang Shuyan took charge of Bailushan Academy on his behalf, adhering to the ambition of the head of the academy, opening the door widely, and teaching without class.

A grandmaster is willing to build a academy in Bailu Mountain, which is a great thing for the surrounding Confucian and Taoist practitioners.

It's just that everyone really can't figure it out, Confucianism and Taoism masters like Dongfang Shu are only willing to take charge of the academy on their behalf, and the mountain chief has someone else.

Who is this mountain chief?

Some people guess that it is the great Confucian who left four wise sayings and signed for Han Mu.

It's just that this Han Mu Daru doesn't know where he is now?

"The power of the Confucianism and Taoism masters, the power of heaven and earth, this," watching the clouds in the sky change, the oriental bibliography revealed a bright divine light: "It must be the mountain chief's shot!" ”

Mountain Chief!

The head of Bailushan Academy!

"Everyone, and for the old man's protector, I want to go out of my body and go to help in the war." Dongfang Shu drank lowly, raised his hand and moved, and four picture scrolls fell around him, protecting his body.

Then there was a cyan ink pen in his palm to hold, the figure was stunned, the top of the head, the white robe with big sleeves, and the condensed soul body of the crown and jade belt were displayed.

Confucianism and Taoism masters, the soul is out of the body, and he can escape thousands of miles in an instant.

On Bailu Mountain, a ball of cyan spiritual light flew out, holding the Oriental Book and soaring away.

"On White Deer Mountain, there are actually two grandmasters?" It wasn't until Dongfang Shu's soul flew away that an old man in a green robe spoke in a low voice.

Grandmaster, there is no grandmaster outside the imperial city, Confucian and Taoist practitioners in the world, and when they practice to a certain level, they can only go to the imperial city to study.

Today, the two grandmasters on this Bailu Mountain gathered, and in the future, Bailu Mountain will definitely become the first holy place outside the imperial city of Zhongzhou!

"I, Wu Le'an, am willing to enter Bailushan Academy, even if I am willing to do the most ordinary teaching." On the other side, someone was already whispering.

"Teaching? I, Cao Cheng, know that my knowledge is low, and I don't dare to expect to teach, so I can be a sprinkler and sweeper. ”

"Brother Cao, I'm with you, and the front and back mountains are round."

On Bailu Mountain, the discussion was eager, and the out-of-body Oriental Book was instantaneous, but for a moment, I had seen the mighty air rushing to the sky in front of me.

Sure enough, it's Han Mu!

In the distance, in the direction of Jinchuan Castle, figures flew into the sky.

Two phantoms, hanging in the air.

One in a green robe with big sleeves, and the other in black armor.

"Mr. East."

Seeing Dongfang Shulai, the two voices bowed slightly.

"Su Zizhan, congratulations to Mr. on ascending to the realm of the Grandmaster." The figure of the big sleeves in the green robe is the Su Zizhan of Shuxi County.

As the county guard of Shuxi County, Dongfang Shu made such a big scene when he was promoted to the grandmaster, of course he knew it for the first time.

I thought that the Oriental Book Society would retreat and consolidate my cultivation, but I didn't expect to come here.

The Oriental Book returned the favor.

He is a grandmaster, and his cultivation is half a step higher than Su Zizhan.

It's just that he has no heaven and earth authority, and he has combat power, and he is in Shuxi County, which is far inferior to Su Zizhan, who is in charge of the power of heaven and earth in Shuxi County.

"Mr. Dongfang, I don't know when I will leave for the imperial city, and He will hold a banquet for you on the Jinchuan River to see you off." The old man in black armor looked at Dongfang Shu and said loudly.

He Jing.

Commander of Xuanyang Wei of Shuxi County.

Hearing his words, Dongfang Shu shook his head and said, "I will lecture and study on Bailu Mountain, and I will not go to the imperial city." ”

Don't go to the Imperial City?

Su Zizhan and He Jing glanced at each other.

A grandmaster is going to give a lecture on White Deer Mountain?

This is a great thing for Shuxi County.

"Mr. Dongfang, do you know this grandmaster today?"

Su Zizhan looked at Dongfang Shu and spoke softly.

It is also strange that Shuxi, a border county countless thousands of miles away from the imperial city, actually had two Confucian and Taoist masters appear one day.

Such a grand occasion is rare in the hinterland of Zhongzhou.

"The person who made the move is my head of the White Deer Mountain Academy, Mr. Han Mu." Dongfang Shu's gaze fell on the rising aura in the distance, and he spoke lightly.

White Deer Mountain Academy, Mountain Chief?

Two grandmasters, gathered in White Deer Mountain?

Without waiting for Su Zizhan to open his mouth in surprise, Dongfang Shu's body moved, and he shouted loudly: "Mr. Han Mu, Dongfang Shu came to help." ”

Confucianism and Taoism master, out of the body of the soul, a sound out, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers shook.

Ahead, the sword light that had been connected paused, and then began to advance again.

"When the Confucianism and Taoism master is in front, the sword light does not stop, and the thirty thousand sword cultivators dare to compete with the grandmaster?" The commander of Xuanyang Wei of Shuxi County made He Jing's eyes shine, and said in a deep voice: "Lord County Shou, can such a sect still be recruited into Shuxi?" ”

Hearing his words, Su Zizhan shook his head and said in a low voice: "The great changes in heaven and earth are imminent, and the cultivation world should gather strength, this is what Wenxiang means." ”

Literature.

He Jing turned his head to look at the heavenly dome illuminated by the sword, and his face was gloomy.

The sect of the cultivation world fought with the Confucianism and Taoism masters in Shuxi County, and it was rumored that he was the commander of Xuanyang Wei in Shuxi County, and he was going to be scolded by Confucianism and Taoism in the world for ten thousand years.

"I don't have the authority of heaven and earth in my hands, I just hope that this grandmaster named Han Mu can have more Confucianism and Taoism fighting methods." He Jing clenched his fists and whispered.

Han Mu?

Su Zizhan narrowed his eyes and looked at the place that was shrouded in Haoran Qi.

He always felt that this breath was somewhat familiar.

"Oriental books, let's watch me fight."

At this moment, in the place where the mighty qi was rising in front of him, Han Muye's voice came.

It's him!

Su Zizhan's eyes widened in disbelief.

This grandmaster is the sword cultivator of the Western Frontier who he has seen in the Western Frontier and is protected by Ying Yang.

It's just that I haven't seen him for a long time, this person is already a Confucianism and Taoism master?

Is there such a miraculous thing in the world?

Slightly stunned, Su Zizhan suppressed the guess in his heart.

has great power, can be the original god is not obscure, reincarnate and rebuild.

This was originally protected by the eagle.

Don't?

I don't dare to think about it.

"Boom-"

Ahead, the skyline clouds were completely slashed open. A sky-high sword emerges.

Thirty thousand sword cultivators came in array.

"Zhongzhou Confucianism suppresses the great luck of heaven and earth, and my kendo cultivators use the way of the sword to make up for the way of heaven, and cultivate themselves with the way of the sword, and there is no turning back."

"My generation cultivates the sword, the sword is in the people, and the sword is dead."

"Hongcheng Sword Sect, the formation of red dust, 30,000 years rampant in the northwest of Zhongzhou, today please ask the grandmaster to break the formation."

Kendo Sect, compete with Confucianism and Taoism masters!

The world is vast, the sound spreads thousands of miles, and at this moment, in the city of Jinchuan, countless people have flown thousands of miles away.

On the Jinchuan River, a hundred zhang fairy boats soared into the sky.

"Sister, that guy, is it really a Confucianism and Taoism master?"

On the top floor of the immortal boat, the county lord of Yunsatin looked curious and spoke in a low voice.

The Yunjin County Lord didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

No wonder you can make such a poem, no wonder you can't comment casually, it makes people pause.

Master.

This person who spent the night alone with him was actually a Confucian and Taoist master!

I knew that this guy was a Confucianism and Taoism master, so why should I ......

"Sister, you say, Confucianism and Taoism Grandmaster, can you defeat 30,000 sword cultivators?" Yun Satin looked at the county lord of Yunjin who bit his lip and clenched his fists a little nervously.

My sister seems to be very concerned.

That wet, is it true?

Confucianism and Taoism Grandmaster, with the authority of heaven and earth in his hands, even 300,000 sword cultivators can be wiped out with a wave of his hand.

But there is no authority in hand, that, the result is ......

Yunjin knew that he couldn't win.

"Breaking the formation?"

"Sword cultivation?"

Han Muye's voice was full of the power of heaven and earth and the power of turmoil.

A blue-robed phantom condensed above his head.

Out of body!

A folding fan in the palm of the out-of-body soul unfolded, and with a slight move, Han Muye's body fell into it.

In the picture of mountains and rivers, purple clouds are wafting, almost boundless.

He raised his hand and folded the fan into an ink pen.

"Today, Han Mu of Bailushan Academy is here, opening a road to heaven for the world's Confucian cultivation!"

Open the Heavenly Avenue for the world's Confucian cultivation!

As soon as this statement came out, the world was shocked!

Who would dare to say such a bold word?

Whether it is Dongfang Shu or Su Zizhan, the countless cultivators who came from Jinchuan, whether they are Confucianism or spirituality, or demon cultivation and demon cultivation, are all staring at Han Muye who has the ink pen in his hand.

What kind of means can be called the road to heaven of Confucianism in the world?

"Hum—"

There was a loud roar, and under the ink pen, a sword chant came out.

A line of golden text, breaking through the void, a halo of light flowing.

"The sword, the edge, sharpened—"

Su Zizhan let out a low groan, trembling all over.

A cold sword intent burst out from the poem!

This poem has sword intent!

"Is this a poem, or is it a sword?"

"Poetry as a sword, or, sword as poetry?"

Countless cultivators exclaimed.

Those Confucian and Taoist cultivators frowned when they looked at the golden words in the sky.

With this sentence, dare to say that the Heavenly Avenue is opened?

It's just that the thought just came to mind, and there are words in Han Muye's pen.

"The plum blossoms are fragrant, and the bitter cold comes."

The first sentence sharpens the sword and waits for battle, and the second sentence uses plum to metaphor people!

Confucianism in the world, who does not study hard through the cold window?

Hanmei is proud of the snow, and the ambition in his heart is firm and does not fall.

With this ambition, forge ahead and sharpen your sword!

There is Aomei in my heart and a sword in my hand!

Gentleman, walk with a sword!

At this moment, in the void, a phantom dressed in white appeared.

The figure was illusory, and it could only be seen that it was a white shirt with big sleeves, a jade crown scarf, and a sword hanging from his waist.

Confucius stepped out in one step, the sword light behind him was swirling, and the golden Haoran turned into battle armor.

"Yellow Sand Wears Gold Armor in a Hundred Battles—"

The long sword in the hand of Confucian Sheng is out of the sheath, and the sword light is bright, hundreds of miles away, which also makes people's hearts chill.

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has not been tried. Show the king today, who has injustice. ”

With the long sword in hand, Confucius stepped into the sword formation.

He was accompanied by thousands of sword lights, soaring to the sky.

Take Haoran Qi as a sword!

At this moment, countless Confucian cultivators were surging uncontrollably.

A long sword manifested in mid-air.

"Reading in front of the knees, killing people in front of the battle, it turns out that this is what Confucianism and Taoism really look like!" Someone shouted, raising his hand to grasp the long sword on his head.

"Using poetry as a sword, is it really my Confucianism and Taoism to practice the path to heaven?" Su Zizhan whispered in his mouth, turned his head, and looked at the countless sword lights behind him.

There, there are white-headed children, blue-robed talents, white-shirted lifters, and gold seals in their hands, and non-commissioned officers who are in charge of one side.

At this moment, all of them had swords in their hands.

Books and swords, why should they be so clear?

Are you still afraid that the hand holding the sword will grind out a cocoon, and you can't lift the ink pen?

"If this method of using poetry as a sword is successful, Confucian and Taoist practitioners in the world no longer have to work hard to become a non-commissioned officer, and they will achieve nothing after decades of hard work." Below, above the immortal boat, the Yunjin County Lord clenched his palms and spoke in a trembling voice.

"Is he crazy?" He Jing's eyes widened, looking at the Confucian phantom who had entered the sword array: "Competing with Wen for Confucianism and Taoism luck like this, are you not afraid of attracting the suppression of the Imperial City Academy?" ”

Hearing his words, Su Zizhan shook his head: "Who is the Minister of Wen?" How could it be that for these few lines of sword poetry—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly paused, his eyes fixed on the front.

There, Han Muye's out-of-body spirit waved.

Countless golden words and purple people are condensed!

"Raise your head to the northwest clouds, lean on the sky and have a long sword."

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. ”

"The sword is as dark as water, reddish and wet with blood."

"Ping Ming flicked his sword to the sky, and the twilight whipped drunk."

"Carrying a three-foot Longquan sword, I will not swear to kill treachery and evil."

"The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and one sword light chills nineteen continents."

……