In the face of Xu Yihuang's indifference, Wang Changying was secretly vigilant in his heart, after all, the person in front of him used to be the brightest star in the world, if he really abandoned literature and martial arts, his talent must be extraordinary.

If a martial artist wants to go further, he needs not only great perseverance, but also talent that determines how far a martial artist can go. Wang Changying has passed the age of not being confused, if it weren't for the ten years of dedication to practicing kendo, I am afraid that there is no current super first-class realm.

Ten years, from a second-grade martial artist to a super first-grade little grandmaster, it cannot be said that Wang Changying has not worked the contrary, Wang Changying has worked quite hard, and Wang Changying's martial arts talent is also not bad, otherwise the bottleneck of the first-grade realm is enough for him to eat a pot.

Ten years, I, Wang Changying, have been promoted from the second grade to the super first grade, so what about you? Ten years ago, the powerless Confucian Xu Fanke?

Next, Xu Yihuang directly overturned all the meanings of talent in Wang Changying's heart. I saw Xu Yihuang stretch out his left hand and lay it flat on his chest, the moonlight directly shone on it, and a layer of dense gas slowly grew.

Holding Yun Mengze in his hand, he saw that the gas on Xu Yihuang's palm was getting thicker and thicker, and it was getting deeper and deeper, and gradually it seemed that he couldn't see Xu Yihuang's hand clearly at a glance, and he couldn't see the bottom at a glance.

Wang Changying's heart was horrified, his face became cold, and he shouted fiercely, "Xu Fanke, don't make a fool of yourself in front of me......"

The long sword dragon in his hand chanted constantly, the tip of the sword bounced on its own, and the sword intent was revealed in an instant, and the qi in Wang Changying's body flowed out like the sunset of the long river, and Chu Liuzhen, who was sitting on the ground, was breathing sluggishly, and hurriedly used the only remaining vitality in his body to resist Wang Changying's vast qi.

Wang Changying gathered all his strength and smashed down against Xu Yihuang, although his body did not move, but the powerful momentum invisible to the naked eye had firmly bound Xu Yihuang.

In the next second, Wang Changying handed over the long sword in his hand, although it was only a bland and light hand, but it made Chu Liuzhen feel that the sword intent contained in this sword was very strong, and the sword intent of this sword alone was almost not under the first few styles of the Xuanmu Sword Technique created by the sword god Li Taibai. Obviously, Wang Changying was jealous of Xu Yihuang.

Xu Yihuang didn't look at Wang Changying, and naturally he didn't look at the incomparably powerful sword, but just lowered his head and looked at his hand, only to see that the gas in his hand was so thick that it was almost substantial.

"Condensation" Xu Yihuang said softly, suddenly the heavens and the earth were turbulent, and the already dim moon was even more unpretentious, and the milky white breath between heaven and earth that could almost be seen with the naked eye converged on Xu Yihuang's outstretched left hand, and in a moment it converged into a milky white air column the thickness of a baby's arm.

Wang Changying's face finally showed undisguised fear, and he gathered his strength into a blade, this is not even a great magic power that can be used in the mountain realm. Back then, Wang Changying followed Qin Feng for half his life, and he had seen the general gather his strength like this.

"Explosion" is still a simple word, but the frightened Wang Changying did not care about his identity as a super first-class little grandmaster and turned around and ran.

Shaking Yueyang City, I saw that the pillar of qi in Xu Yihuang's hand burst instantly, and a huge ripple came out of nothing, swinging straight behind Wang Changying. Wang Changying didn't dare to look back, his mouth was anxious, "get up", the long sword in his hand came out of his hand, and slashed down angrily towards the ripples.

The ripples were originally the vitality in the air, and Wang Changying slashed angrily with his sword, but it only cut a gap, and it healed in a moment. Wang Changying didn't stop at all, and rushed towards the periphery of the Imperial Garden.

It's faster than lightning. But even if Wang Changying's speed was faster than lightning, it was useless, and under the ripples, it had already passed through Wang Changying's body.

Wang Changying lowered his head, looked at his lower body, and exhaled, nothing happened.

It turned out that it was really Xu Yihuang who was playing tricks, Wang Changying said secretly in his heart, and then he smiled bitterly with palpitations, how could he be like a great general?

After Xu Yihuang said those two simple words, he always lowered his head and looked at Chu Liuzhen, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes were blazing, gentle and elegant.

Wang Changying felt that he was put on a swing, secretly put the sword back in his hand, and stabbed out the qi machine violently towards Xu Yihuang in the air.

In mid-air, Wang Changying felt his own strangeness, his lower body was still standing proudly on the ground, and only his upper body was in mid-air. But the strange thing is that the body, which has been cut into two parts, does not shed any blood at all.

Moreover, Wang Changying didn't feel the slightest disorder in his qi, and he could even control the flow of vitality in his upper body.

Wang Changying shouted, suppressed the infinite fear in his heart, gritted his teeth and continued to stab the sword in his hand.

However, the tip of the sword instantly changed direction, and quickly stabbed towards Chu Liuzhen, who was sitting on the ground. Wang Changying's fear made him dare not approach Xu Yihuang again, anyway, as long as he killed Chu Liuzhen, then his task would be completed. Even if you die, you don't hesitate to do it.

The military order is like a mountain, this is the last order given by the general to Wang Changying.

Chu Liuzhen's heart was cold, although he had seen Xu Yihuang's heavenly means before, but this time Wang Changying was-for-tat, even if Wang Changying only had an upper body, Chu Liuzhen still couldn't take this sword.

Reciting the mantra silently, he picked up the Sulou sword on the ground and slashed towards Wang Changying. Wang Changying didn't even look at it, and stabbed out a sword with all his attention. What if my martial artist only has one sword in his life? If he can kill someone, he will not disgrace his sword.

Xu Yihuang on the pavilion didn't have the slightest intention of making a move, but the light flashed in his eyes. The tip of the sword, which was originally only half a foot away from Chu Liuzhen, suddenly stopped.

The next moment, the fracture of Wang Changying's body seemed to suddenly erupt, spraying a large amount of blood from the fracture, and the wound that had been suppressed for a long time could no longer block the circulation of blood, but in just a short moment, the blood in the whole body was sprayed clean. Even the vitality in Wang Changying's body was not a drop left.

Seeing that there was only half a foot left, Wang Changying fell unwillingly in a pool of blood.

Chu Liuzhen's mouth opened wide in shock, how similar this move was to the nine thousand of the sword god Li Taibai. The Sword God is recognized as a leader in martial arts in the world, and Xu Yihuang, a Confucian who was still able to write but not martial ten years ago, can actually reach such a height?

At this time, a slight sound came from the pavilion, and Wang Jun, who was knocked out by Wang Changying, woke up, rubbed his eyes, and muttered in a confused voice, "Aren't you catching fish for the flowing ochre?"

He staggered to his feet and said in horror, "Didn't I see a ghost just now, what ?......about a ghost?"

Although Chu Liuzhen was covered in bruises, he smiled. The laughter reached Wang Jun's ears, and Wang Jun's eyes immediately widened, and there were words in his mouth, "Don't come, don't come......"

When she saw that it was Chu Liuzhen, she let out a big breath and pretended to be angry, "Why are you......?" Before she finished speaking, Wang Jun suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and the sleepiness just now disappeared immediately, leaving only fear and fear.

There was blood all over the ground, several corpses lay on the ground in a mess, and the most terrifying thing was the body that was split in two, and the blood rendered the entire ground red.

"You, you ......" Wang Jun was speechless in horror, "have you killed someone?"

Chu Liuzhen nodded, staggered to his feet, walked to Wang Jun's side, stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around Wang Jun's shoulder, and whispered, "Don't be afraid......"

Wang Jun buried his head in Chu Liuzhen's arms, not daring to look up.

"The eldest prince is so Yaxing......" Xu Yihuang swayed down from the pavilion and said with a shallow smile at Chu Liuzhen, but with a hint of sarcasm.

Chu Liuzhen stood in place in embarrassment, Wang Jun raised his head suddenly, but found that it was not a dead man standing in front of him, but an elegant uncle in a Taoist robe who looked quite eye-catching.

Dressed in a light white robe, Danfeng's narrow eyes were a little sneering, and he looked at Wang Jun with a smile. Wang Jun immediately blushed.

Chu Liuzhen was quite speechless for this teacher he loved and hated, if Chu Liuzhen had a problem when he was a child, Xu Yihuang would not beat him, but just asked him to copy it correctly a hundred times.

A hundred times, a hundred times, the young Chu Liuzhen couldn't tell his father about it, so he could only copy it silently with tears in his eyes.

Now, of course, Chu Liuzhen will not be punished for copying a hundred times, so Chu Liuzhen smiled and bent down and said, "Teacher......"