"Because your mother died at someone's hand, you will slaughter the people? How innocent are the human race in the world? ”

Lin Ke shook his head.

There must be innocent people in the practice of punishing the nine clans, sitting together, etc.

Not to mention this kind of condemnation of a group.

Is that the next time another relative is eaten by a tiger, you will kill all the tigers in the world?

Everything in the world is the same as this, isn't that a mess?

Today, the rat will become a demon and kill all the snakes in the world, and tomorrow the snake will become a demon and slaughter the eagles.

However, Lin Ke estimated that Ah Shui had already been corrupted by revenge, and he had adhered to his original intention for a long time, so that he couldn't hear other words at all.

In particular, many cattle are stubborn and drill the horns of the bull.

Moreover, Ah Shui slaughtered people from dozens of villages, and his crime was unforgivable.

"Forget it, it's useless to talk about it."

Lin Ke's power of change flowed and turned into sword qi.

"Zheng!"

The storm came out of his hand, and the sword body was solidified, although there was no flame coming out of it, it seemed to turn into a green sun, and the scorching power rushed to his face.

"Sword cultivation?"

Ah Shui also seemed to know what sword cultivation was, and he quickly chanted in his mouth: "The minister does not please the thief and the minister, and the son does not take revenge!" ”

Immediately, a huge horse chopping knife appeared in front of him, and black and red flames were also burning on it: "Slash the enemy!" ”

"Knives?" There was no mention in the intelligence that the demon used a weapon to kill people, but Lin Ke naturally would not be afraid.

The storm blue blade shone, and the sword spirit urged the sword body to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and the tip of the sword was aimed at the center of the horse slashing knife.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" ……

In just a moment, the swords suddenly struck each other dozens of times, making a burst of gold and iron clashing sounds.

In the midst of this exchange, large and small nicks appeared on the edge of the sword, and even a crack almost broke it.

The Storm Sword also has cracks, but its body is a sword of sand, and between the circulation of sand grains, all the gaps in the cracks have been filled, and it is unscathed after a confrontation.

"What a domineering swordsmanship!"

The horse chopping knife that had been cultivated for a long time was hit so many times by a few clicks that Ah Shui's expression became extremely angry.

He is a big realm higher than Lin Ke!

Confucianism and Taoism, the three realms can be conceived and nurtured.

The sharpest blade in the world is the human heart, human nature, thought, spirit, language, culture, and extraordinary soldiers.

For example, if the Xuanyuan Sword is made of the same material, but it is called the "Great Sword", it is far from being as sharp as the glory of the human race carried on the Xuanyuan Sword.

Therefore, the sword conceived with the power of the lips and tongue is far more powerful than the divine weapons that some mortals think.

Ah Shui's horse chopping knife itself is made of ordinary material, but Lin Ke's storm is Lin Xiao's sword cultivation for many years, and in cooperation with Lin Ke's righteous Confucianism, he will be cut off when the idle god weapon touches it.

The chopping knife flew back, and the shape changed in the air, becoming smaller and smaller, and then turned into a phantom at Ah Shui's mouth, and was opened to be swallowed.

The storm was driven forward by Lin Ke, and fell from the sky and stabbed the tip of his sword into Ah Shui's right eye like a copper bell.

"The minister does not please the thief and the minister, and the son does not take revenge and is not the son!"

In less than a second, a sentence of ram Confucianism was recited by Ah Shui.

At the same time, the huge literary qi converged, forming a cow body phantom in front of Ah Shui's forehead, changing from the size of a palm to a small mountain.

The Storm Sword came in an instant, and before it could stab Ah Shui's eyes, it was directly lifted away by the ox body phantom.

"Is this revenge?" Lin Ke's face was serious.

Sword cultivation can be cultivated in the four realms to achieve sword intent, Confucian students can be cultivated in the four realms to achieve Confucian or literary intent, and Taoist priests can also cultivate Taoist intent in the four realms.

There are also those who are gifted, and they can use their thoughts to condense their minds before the four realms.

However, for most people, it is only in the later stage of the fourth realm that they can condense the literary meaning, and in the fifth realm, they can transform from the literary meaning to the literary heart.

However, Ah Shui is now at the beginning of the Fourth Realm, and he already has such a strong literary meaning.

Tianjiao!

There is no doubt about it!

"It's a pity that you're talented......"

Lin Ke shook his head.

After Ah Shui became a demon, he had no teacher or father, but he was able to cultivate his literary meaning, which is enough to prove his talent.

It's a pity that no matter how good the talent is, if you go the wrong way, you will be killed.

"Buzz ......"

Lin Ke's righteous thoughts rose to the sky, clinging to the bounced storm.

At the same time, he quickly chanted in his mouth:

"Kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for a thousand miles!"

"Listen to the thunder in the silence!"

In the first line of the poem, the invisible killing power enveloped the storm, and the blood-red color of the blade of the sword was almost dripping.

Storm once traveled the world with Lin Xiao, and it was a sword bound to Lin Xiao's life, and Lin Xiao's cultivation was all over this sword.

Now that Lin Ke blessed the blade with the power of poetry for the first time, he immediately made the storm feel the unparalleled effect.

"Master, it's so powerful! It's so powerful! ”

Storm couldn't help but praise his mouth, and his sword groaned.

When Lin Xiao was a child, it was a problem to read, let alone learn poetry, so he never blessed the storm.

It was also the first time that Storm felt the coolness of this surge of power.

"Lin Ke's poems!"

At this time, hearing Lin Ke reciting poems, Wen Meng also let out an exclamation.

"Chen Gongzi is in the capital, and he has also met Lin Kegongzi, and it is also appropriate to be able to learn poetry."

Wu Jun's tone was full of undisguised envy.

Lin Ke's poems have not yet been thoroughly spread, so there are not so many people who study them.

People like Wu Jun and Gao Yan are even more specialized in the way of protection, and they don't have the energy to learn the way of attack.

"We should continue to work hard and assist Chen Gongzi from the side!" The middle-aged Taoist priest swept the dust out of thin air, and bursts of sweet fragrance diffused from it, as if it was some kind of delicious melon and fruit fragrance.

Some of the surrounding flowers and plants seem to fall and inhale some fragrance, and then immediately turn into powder, as if they have been sucked dry.

The monk had already opened his eyes, and after the middle-aged Taoist priest moved, he sat down cross-legged again and recited the scriptures.

Wen Meng also turned his hand again and took out a few projectiles, and threw them out to turn into a puppet beast for harassment.

They want to distract Ah Shui!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

However, seeing Lin Ke blessing his sword, Ah Shui's eyes directly turned red, and he spat out three "kill" words.

The giant bull phantom above his head raised his head to the sky and groaned, slamming into the storm.

Lin Ke felt it for a moment, and the anger of public opinion accumulated by the thunder had boiled to a critical point.

You must know that the poem "Listen to the thunder in a silent place" can use the anger of public opinion.

And now, the harm caused by the fierce demon to Jiangning Mansion has all turned into the hidden anger of the people.

This kind of public anger can almost be compared to the vision of public anger brought about by his first poetry.

Sword Intent!

A sword intent with the wrath of the people!

Sensing this sword intent, Lin Ke slashed his right hand and said coldly:

"Slash!"

The storm sped out and slashed down at the head of the giant bull phantom that struck it below.

The sky is falling apart!

(End of chapter)