The person on the opposite side was the appearance of an old man in the age of a sixtieth year, but half of his face was cut by Xia Ze's punch, revealing another skin dripping with blood under the skin, seeing Xia Ze's reaction so quickly, he was also a little surprised, but he still put his palms together, and suddenly his whole body was golden and shining, and a certain ancient text was condensed in an instant, and it bombarded Xia Ze.

Xia Ze was not in a hurry, and changed into a breath of martial arts true qi, and without hesitation, he blasted the thick fist of the first thirty punches into the golden text.

All of a sudden, the true meaning of the Confucian text, two by two, thunder and light, the wind howling.

Xia Ze and this person each retreated seven feet, and at this moment, above the peak of his right fist, there was already a white bone***, and a faint golden halo lingered around his wrist, lingering.

The person on the other side, his face became more and more strange, at this moment, he couldn't care about other unwarranted suspicions, so he had to desperately gather the true meaning of those golden words scattered around, otherwise even if he was a strong man above the sages of the Confucian Academy, he would naturally be seriously injured if he borrowed the natal text of others and did not return it.

The golden text that flew out was a sealed word, which was shattered by Xia Ze with a majestic fist, leaving half an inch of inch, just enough to completely seal the wrist at the arm.

If the person in front of him had used a sword instead of a fist against the enemy's own words, this battle could basically be declared over, because of this seal, the victory was the Tao and the sword, and this person would definitely lose.

If a sword can't be cultivated, is it still a sword cultivator?

However, there are some luck, that word and fist gang, after all, it is slightly better, so the young man's wrist will linger with some true meaning of words, here the qi and blood are sluggish, like the cold winter wax moon, the river condensation.

This martial artist is missing a fist, and his killing power is greatly reduced, so it's still a fart.

But this person still has some concerns in his heart, and the missing fist fist move may not be complete, but he can still use the sword.

In the next moment, a smile finally appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, because as he expected, the young man in the distance made a move, no longer fighting him with fists, and waved his hand, and a flash of spiritual light disappeared.

However, the young man did not hold the aura with his hand, but let it break away from his palm and smash it into the person opposite.

"Flying Sword?" The man smiled contemptuously.

The flying sword was aimed at the center of his eyebrows, obviously with murderous intent.

The speed of this flying sword is extremely fast, and when it cuts through the void, there is a faint glow surging, and it appears from time to time.

He was not in a hurry, the aura in his chest was like thunder in the clouds at this moment, and his own body was a little faster.

Two fingers poked out, as fast as a thunderbolt, and the flying sword that was about to sink into the center of the eyebrows was entangled to death, and the man soon had to use the true meaning of the words to participate in the sealing of the words, and the flying sword was firmly locked.

"Huh?" The man exclaimed, and instantly broke out in a cold sweat, suddenly turned around and punched out, and the flying sword that hid its body quickly appeared its true body, which was about to wipe the man's neck, but was beaten out crookedly by the man's punch.

The man secretly felt pain, and when he looked down, he saw that a piece of flesh and blood was cut off by the flying sword remnant at the peak of the fist, and the blood was immediately dripping.

This flying sword comes with hidden magical powers, when sacrificed, it can conjure up a glow, one is a phantom main feint, and a hidden blow is fatal, it is simply impossible to prevent.

Before he could catch his breath, three more rays of light flew by.

The sound of a sword of water is loud, and there is a turbulent splash of water at the tail of the flying sword, which is huge and is called turbulence.

A white flying sword, when flying, it is divided into ten figures, between the flying sword and the flying sword, there are silk threads like spider silk, which are connected with each other, and the flying sword is called spider silk.

One was slightly behind the first two at first, and when it flew to a distance of about five zhang from this person, it had already turned into a flame dragon three zhang wide, imitating the name of the flying sword, Eight Hundred Miles Flame Mountain.

At this moment, even the man surnamed Zhao, who is a gentleman of the Confucian Academy, is a little stunned, four flying swords? Even if it was Long Shengzhou's sword cultivation, he was quite unreasonable.

However, he is obviously not a vegetarian, after a short period of pranayama, he gently blew out a breath, and that majestic breath was completely lost, and all of it turned into pieces of turquoise masonry in an instant, and on the masonry, the text of the Confucian book "New Preface" was engraved

Word.

"The ruler is short, and the inch is long."

Suddenly, a cyan temple was formed, the smoke was hazy, and the sound of books in the temple was loud.

The three flying swords each wrapped their divine powers and blasted towards the temple.

After a while, the flames covered the roof, and there were fire dragon eyes in the fire that showed fierce light, spat flames, and tore the roof of the temple with dragon claws. Five

In the middle of the temple, the water is long, the sound of the water is noisy, and it seems to be constantly rising.

The man stood in the temple forged by the mighty qi, his expression was calm, watching the flying sword connected by the silk thread being blocked by the temple gate, and the flying sword was still constantly chiseling into the gate, making the solid turquoise gate also disperse at this moment, and the sound was extremely harsh.

Suddenly, Xia Ze's figure disappeared in a flash, and the next moment he had already come to the gate, first shaking the temple gate with a surging fist spirit official style.

This temple, which was built by the gentleman of the academy surnamed Zhao, couldn't even withstand it for a moment, and it didn't show the slightest crack in the wall bricks, and then it exploded into a green point of light in the sky with a bang.

The young man opened the door in a very unreasonable manner, his feet shook, and he played a move of the sun and moon Qiguang style, and at the same time held a small round of the big sun and the cold moon, shining brightly, and smashed at the man in turn.

"Why doesn't this person use his sword, but fights me with his fists and flying swords? Didn't you rely on the fact that you were a sword cultivator in Long Shengzhou, thinking that you could crush me with just your fists? So that I broke off the idea of finding the field for my nephew? However, this *** move is completely different from the previous one, such as this boxing method, the domineering fist intent, it is difficult to find a third person in Kyushu."

Thinking like this, the gentleman of the academy surnamed Zhao did not dare to be careless at all, and once again sacrificed the heavy words in his sleeve, and punched Xia Ze with a color.

There was another loud bang, and their clothes were blown by the strong wind.

Xia Ze took the lead in holding Dari in his left hand, and smashed a punch on the man's cheek, beating the man's neck slightly crooked, and then the man held a heavy word in his hand and slammed into Xia Ze's lower abdomen with a punch.

The weight of this punch made Xia Ze spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot, so Han Yue, who was holding it in his right hand, tilted his fist, and was originally going to smash it into the man's chest, but in the end, it was crooked to the man's forehead, even so, it still brought down a large piece of flesh and blood under the man's forehead.

Only then did the man's face turn pale, spit out a mouthful of blood that was pressed against his throat, and staggered back a few steps.

Xia Ze, who never thought that he should have been more seriously injured, forcibly bit a breath and firmly grabbed the man's wrist with the overlord's hard reins.

After a while, the remaining seven imitation flying swords all flew out, the brilliance flowed, and the sword aura was strong, instantly piercing the stunned man into a sieve.

Xia Ze did not give up, his fist was accompanied by his fist, his steps were like running thunder and hurrying, and the fist was a little messy, but the fist gang full of murderous aura turned into a hideous old Jiao in an instant, slashing at the man.

The man surnamed Zhao, whose whole body was covered with large and small blood holes, let out a low shout, and the aura of his whole body exploded together, and the robe on his upper body was shattered, and then countless words clinging to the robe were shattered by the fist explosion.

The man's figure was erratic, and after a few flashes and movements, he landed again, and there was no trace of injury on his body, as if he had never fought with Xia Ze.

Xia Ze was a little stunned, the gentlemen of the academy were so unreasonable? If you are seriously injured, can you use these words to replace your death?

The gentleman of the academy secretly admired, although this person is a sword cultivator, but this martial arts boxing foundation is not low, and it is comparable to it in the entire Kyushu, except for those few martial arts boxing masters, that is, the demon clan's five realm powers, and their own teachers and nephews are not wronged when they lose to this person.

But neither of them expected that one was now just a pure martial artist, the strongest martial artist in the world who had gone through hardships and deaths, and the other was the most sincere and high-spirited academy gentleman among the scholars in the world.

The gentleman surnamed Zhao still refused to give up, muttering in his mouth, the spring breeze accompanied him, and in the next moment, a golden sea of literature rose, enveloping Xia Ze and him in it.

Xia Ze didn't even have time to dodge, in the blink of an eye, there was already a sea of words that could not be seen at a glance, and the gentleman surnamed Zhao was suspended in the sky at the moment, his sleeves were bulging, just like the monarch of heaven and earth.

"In this small world, thousands of words are at my disposal at any time, if you still hide and refuse to hand me a sword, then I will not have the slightest hand." The man's words resounded in this small world.

Xia Ze smiled, and the next moment he really took out a long sword from the square inch, held it horizontally in front of him, and slowly continued his sword intent.

Out of the fire sword, as if full of anger, first with the sword qi that has been boiling in the scabbard for a long time, impacting this golden sea of literature, for a while, the entire sea of literature surged, and about 5,000 words shattered into golden powder on the spot.

"Immortal soldiers? It's not easy." The man surnamed Zhao nodded approvingly.

Xia Ze did not hesitate and handed out a sword.

The sword qi was like a roaring tiger in the mountains, resounding between heaven and earth.

The first sword, the tiger mound.

The sword qi that was just like the three thousand troubles burst out in an instant, constantly expanding this golden sea of literature.

The gentleman surnamed Zhao didn't dare to keep his hand, and kept smashing Xia Ze with various words, but soon, his brows gradually tightened.

After counteracting Xia Ze's sword moves with words, he was stunned and said, "Aren't you an innate sword cultivator? You're not a sword cultivator?"

Xia Ze was full of suspicion, but he didn't take back his sword, and said with a smile: "When did I say that I was a sword cultivator?"

"You're not a sword cultivator, why are you wearing my nephew's Confucian shirt? As far as I know, my nephew was drinking with a certain Long Shengzhou sword cultivator, and during the period, he had a big fight without saying a word. This Confucian shirt was cleaned by a sword cultivator of Long Shengzhou." The man surnamed Zhao wondered.

Xia Ze's head slammed, and he was suddenly enlightened, and said with an angry smile: "The person you are looking for is not me, most likely the bastard surnamed Ren who killed a thousand knives."

At this meeting, it was the turn of the gentleman surnamed Zhao to turn pale, like a mourner.

The entire golden sea of literature immediately exploded and ceased to exist.