On the other side, the battle between Granny Qiu and Li Zhengliu has officially begun.

There is no earth-shattering imagination, and there is no reversal.

The space shrouded by the nine tails, under that mediocre iron sword, did not last long.

When the iron sword slashed through the cherry blossoms in the sky and slashed at a long tail, Yun Rong let out a scream.

The cherry blossoms exploded and a tail fell to the ground.

Granny Qiu had returned to her human form, her face was pale, and her chest was rising and falling violently.

Li Zhengliu's hand holding the sword trembled violently, and he held on for a moment, but he still couldn't hold it, and with a bang, the long sword fell to the ground.

Yun Rong had already rushed over in a flash, looking at Granny Qiu with concern on her face. "Ancestor, are you alright?"

Granny Qiu shook her head slightly, glanced at Li Zhengliu's trembling right hand, and said in a deep voice: "Li Jiansheng's sword really implies the Great Dao, and the old body admires it." ”

Li Zhengliu smiled bitterly. "Senior Qiu, what's the matter?"

Granny Qiu chuckled: "When the husband is angry, blood is splashed five steps." What does it matter if I use this tail to break your sword? ”

Li Zhengliu shook his head: "Li's hand, you can hold the sword again tomorrow, and Senior Qiu's tail, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to grow again!" ”

"So what? The old body still took the sword, didn't he? Granny Qiu laughed.

Li Zhengliu nodded, and suddenly glanced at the people in the distance.

Granny Qiu frowned sharply.

At this moment, Lu Gong suddenly felt that he was locked in, and an unprecedented sense of crisis came to him.

"Li's third sword, let's go together!"

As soon as the words fell, Li Zhengliu suddenly took a step back.

In an instant, Lu Gong suddenly found that the entire sky lit up, and the moment he stared upward, he was already terrified to the extreme.

A white light completely enveloped this piece of heaven and earth, and the six old ministers, two strong men, and two masters of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, including Lu Gong, were completely incorporated into this world like sword light.

Lü Gong felt as if he was in the middle of a river of swords.

High in the air, it seems that a sword of the Great Dao is hovering.

At this moment, whether it was a cultivator, a demon clan, or an ordinary person, they all felt the same fierce aura.

Lu Gong's heart was extremely shocked, and he didn't know when Li Zhengliu incorporated them all into his sword world.

Here, he is the absolute master!

Li Zhengliu's voice, which had already taken a step back, sounded in everyone's ears. "Ladies and gentlemen, Li's 'Hundred Battles' is the realm of swords condensed by the 'Sword of the Hundred Horses'. Every sword qi will never stop without seeing blood. This is also Li's biggest realization after surviving the Eightfold Heavenly Tribulation, I wish you all good luck! ”

Granny Qiu looked up at the sky, and her face was hard to see.

She just used one of her tails to make Li Zhengliu unable to hold the sword for a day, but what she didn't expect was that Li Zhengliu had already arranged it.

"Li Jiansheng really lives up to his reputation, this third sword, I'm afraid it has already been arranged from the moment he saw us, right?"

Li Zhengliu took off the gourd on his waist, poured a mouthful, leaned against the city gate and said, "Of course." Li Mou is just a grass farmer, rolling in this huge river and lake for decades, and the reason why he has survived until now is just the word cautious. ”

"Li has already said before, no matter what today, Zhang Lao and Lu Gong can't leave."

"Now, Li's hundreds of battles have come out, and everyone can rest in peace!"

After saying that, he simply closed his eyes.

"It's not good, everyone get together!" Granny Qiu screamed, and the cherry blossoms in the sky bloomed again.

In the next moment, a hundred sword lights had fallen from the sky.

Under the shroud of cherry blossoms, everyone was shocked and inexplicable. Even Chu Feng and Yun Rong were equally shocked.

Soon, the sword light and the cherry blossom were handed over, and the fall decreased slightly.

"I didn't expect that this Li Zhengliu is already in the realm of a half-step Yang God, and I am underestimating the enemy! I'm afraid I won't be able to last long in this inner world! Granny Qiu said with annoyance.

"Isn't there a way to crack it?" Lu Gong hurriedly asked.

Granny Qiu shook her head, swept over the people present, and said directly: "Every sword of this puppet is equivalent to the blow he just had." If you want to crack it, you can only fight with your life. Yun Rong and I combined, at most, we can block sixteen sword qi, Xiao Chu Dao Chang may be able to block a few, and the rest, under the thunder tribulation period, each of them will require at least one life to resolve. ”

Zhengqing Daoist looked up at the sky, slowly lowered his body, and sat on the ground.

"This game, for us, is powerless!" Obviously, even he gave up.

"Are we just going to be slaughtered?" Chu Feng snorted coldly, and was about to step out of Granny Qiu's inner world.

Yun Rong grabbed him and shook his head gently.

"One person does things and one person is responsible, today's things are all because of me, and I should take the first step!" Zhang Yizhi suddenly spoke, glanced at Li Zhengliu not far away, and said loudly: "Li Zhengliu, today's old man will die in your swordsman as you wish, and untie the knot for you." Can you look at the old man's thin face and let them go. ”

Li Zhengliu did not open his eyes and did not speak.

"Teacher, don't do it! Now the literati all over the world are watching, if you are gone, what will we insist on? Du Chun grabbed Zhang Yizhi's arm and exclaimed.

"Yes, Master. We have persisted for so long, isn't it just to let the world's scholars understand the truth of righteousness and let them persevere? We can all die, but you have to hold on no matter what. Another old minister hurriedly persuaded.

Zhengqing also nodded and said, "Elder Zhang, don't give up when you go!" ”

Zhang Yizhi shook his head lightly: "Sixty-four years of merit and fame, the old man should have seen through it." This Chinese dynasty cannot be changed by any of us. It is the duty of our courtiers to help the country through the world, and it is also the righteousness of scholars. However, in this world, how can there be any scholars? ”

"This time when I went back, in my homeland, there was a moment when I clearly felt the inheritance of the world's context, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't grasp it. It can be seen that the old man is far from qualified for this cultural heritage. ”

He took a deep breath, his old body slowly straightened up, looked at the hundred sword lights outside, and said with determination: "You don't have to persuade me!" This magnificent dynasty, as far as I am concerned, has no nostalgia. ”

He suddenly turned his head and glanced at Granny Qiu. "Sorry......"

On Granny Qiu's beautiful face, there was gradually a smile of relief, but the red tears lay down involuntarily, like two blood marks cutting off her cheeks, poignant and weird.

"Whatever you do, I'll support you."

"Live well!" Zhang Yizhi choked up.

Granny Qiu shook her head: "No! From the moment I met you, you were already my natal being. If you die, I will be with you. ”

"Ancestor!" Yun Rong exclaimed, "The Qingqiu clan can't live without you." ”

Granny Qiu stretched out her hand and stroked Yunrong's hair. "Silly girl. How many times have I said it, Qingqiu is no longer the Qingqiu of the past, you and I are already outsiders. The way we are seeking is already contrary to the entire fox clan. By the time you survive the Eightfold Tribulation, you'll understand! ”

"Mr. Zhang, I'll accompany you on a trip!" She turned her head and looked at Zhang Yizhi, her eyes were full of love.

"Thank you!" Zhang Yizhi's slightly trembling lips squeezed out two words with difficulty.

He took a deep breath and looked back at Kyoto, where he had lived for more than sixty years, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Old man Zhang Yizhi, today he will die brightly, I hope that this world of scholars can not forget the original intention!"

"Meritorious, Speech, Moral ......"

"Zhang Yizhi is gone!"

With a loud shout, Zhang Yizhi strode out, seeing that he was about to leave Granny Qiu's inner world.

However, at this moment, in the rear of Kyoto, countless lights suddenly lit up.

The whole of Kyoto shook again.

A hearty laugh came with the wind, and a white-clothed scholar rose into the sky and flew towards here.

He held a paper fan in his hand, his eyes were clear, his speed was as fast as lightning, and he scolded in his mouth: "Okay, you Li Zhengliu, do you really think that there are no scholars in my Hua Dynasty?" ”

The voice fell, and his figure had already come to the outside of the sword realm.

Li Zhengliu subconsciously frowned, his body straightened slightly, and he looked at the brilliance that was constantly shining in the distance.

The white-clothed scholar floated in the air, facing Zhang Yizhi below, and arched his hand: "Luohe scholar, Cui, is willing to die for Zhang Lao!" ”

Without waiting for Zhang Yizhi to react, he rushed into the sword realm without hesitation and took the initiative to rush towards a sword light.

The sword light fell, directly penetrating his body, destroying his divine soul along with his physical body.

"No......" Zhang Yizhi trembled.

"Student Pingyang County scholar, Fan, come to die for Zhang Lao!" Another voice came with the light. With a sound of the official robe, Wusha had already taken it off, and as soon as the voice started, he had already rushed into the realm of the sword, and dissipated with a sword light.

"Student Bao Jing Lin's ......"

"Student Yangzhou Kong's ......"

"Student Suzhou Ming's ......"

……

A steady stream of figures swept through the sky like a group of peaks returning to their nests, dyeing the entire sky over Kyoto in a colorful color.

Lu Gong was shocked, as if a wave was hitting the shore in his heart.

Scholars are determined to die, and these readers in front of them who do not hesitate to consume the sword realm with their lives do not hesitate at all.

Just like Zhang Yizhi left Dunyi County that year.

Overhead, the sword light fell one after another, and the hundred sword lights had already dissipated by a third.

The breath of a scholar carried the context, wandering in the realm of the sword, and finally fell into the arms of Zhang Yizhi.

"No......" Zhang Yizhi's old body trembled for a while, and in the depths of his pupils, the fire of life that had been extinguished suddenly burned again.

"Why?"

"Why do I spend my life for the common people in the world, but it always backfires?"

"Why did I watch you grow up and teach you how to govern the world, but you said that you would change?"

"Why do most of these ambitious scholars end up depressed, but you turn a blind eye to traitorous officials?"

"Sixty-four years of merit and fame, two thousand miles of dust and earth, what is my life for?"

"Zhao Zucheng, you come out for me!"

The anger in Zhang Yizhi's eyes had reached the extreme, and the blue flame on his body burned again.

Calling the name of the saint today, Zhang Yizhi's face was full of anger, and his body was healthy and volleyed into the air.

In the sky above Kyoto, a number of scholars are still rushing over.

"Don't stop them yet!" Tong Qi's life's big red robe suddenly appeared above the city wall, looking at this scene with a shocked face.

Below, Li Zhengliu clasped his hands in front of his chest, looking at the rising momentum on Zhang Yizhi's body, but he sneered: "What? Scared? ”

"I can't let Zhang Yizhi touch the inheritance of the cultural context again and get that luck, otherwise the Hua Dynasty will not be at peace." Tong Qi exclaimed.

Li Zhengliu sneered: "What is Lord Tong afraid of? Isn't it a good thing that the Hua Dynasty has one more literary saint? Or does someone not want to see it? ”

"Li Zhengliu, don't forget your promise!" Tong Qi shouted.

"Promise?" The corners of Li Zhengliu's mouth hooked, "What does this have to do with my promise?" Doesn't Lord Tong want to know, why has the Hua Dynasty been established for so many years, and why has no Yang God appeared except for the Heavenly Master? Obviously, half of the human race luck in our Hua Dynasty is in the west, and the Yang God has been born in the Housai in the west and Jin Yuan in the north, so why don't we have any of them in the Dahua Dynasty? ”

"Is it providence or man-made?"

At this time, Li Zhengliu's eyes seemed to have a flame burning.

Seeing this scene, Tong Qi suddenly trembled. "You've touched that realm!"

"Isn't it weird? Child! Could it be that in this world, who can be more suitable to be the number one sword immortal in this world than me, Li Zhengliu? Li Zhengliu asked rhetorically.

Tong Qi took a deep breath. "In that case, why don't you enter the Yang God?"

"I said I'm scared, do you believe me?" Li Zhengliu laughed a little self-deprecatingly, staring at Zhang Yizhi with burning eyes on his body, whose flames were getting stronger and stronger.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Tong Qi said angrily.

"What? I just want to see what is above the Yang God, what is it that makes me so afraid. ”

"No, stop him right away!" Tong Qi exclaimed, ready to rush towards Zhang Yizhi.

It's just that before he could fly out, Li Zhengliu had already stopped in front of him.

"Master Tong, I advise you not to look for death. Unless the Heavenly Master came in person today, no one could stop Zhang Yizhi from getting that luck. You or the Zhu family, even if it's the one on the dragon chair...... Whoever stands in his way, die! ”

Tong Qi's face was pale, and he trembled with anger, but he didn't dare to move.

He knew very well that compared to the world's number one sword saint in front of him, he was nothing.

If it weren't for the Zhu family relying on that opportunity to keep him in this imperial city, I'm afraid there are few people in the world who can stop him from doing anything.

In the Hua Dynasty, those who can stop him will not set foot in Kyoto!

"Li Zhengliu, you have to think about it!" Tong Qi warned coldly.

Li Zhengliu slowly turned around and looked at his sword realm, where the sword qi was about to be consumed!

He suddenly raised his head, looked at Na Lang Qiankun, and sneered, "Come on." Let me see you for real! ”