At this time, Tang Ji didn't care why these seven demi-saints didn't stay outside the Bishui Pass, but they came to the Burial Flower Ridge, and he didn't want to ask them how they avoided the ears and eyes of the tea saint Lu Yu and sneaked into the Wei Realm, he only knew that he really couldn't escape this time.

No, maybe there's another way.

One last resort.

It was Tang Ji who, like when he was in Linchuan City, stimulated the demonic energy in his body, and turned into a gluttonous with the power of devouring, and maybe he could still fight.

But Don Guy didn't want to do that.

Because he doesn't know if there is any possibility of changing back once he becomes a gluttony again, will he still remember Yun'er at that time?

Will you still remember Su Wen?

In the world, is there still such a person as Tang Ji?

Could it be that until he dies, he can only survive in this world in the form of gluttony?

So Don Ji didn't do anything, he just closed his eyes and despaired.

It's over.

"Uncle Hua, I'm sorry ......"

Tang Ji sighed lightly, his face was full of apologies, the other party had already dispatched a full seven demi-saints, where was his way to escape?

But Don Ji thinks so, but there is one person who doesn't think so.

In the next moment, Uncle Hua's voice suddenly sounded from Tang Ji's side, full of warmth.

"What is there to be sorry for? Before he dies, he can fight with all of you demi-saints, and Hua's life is worth it! And if he is lucky, he can bring one or two demi-saints to accompany him to the funeral, and we will have one or two fewer enemies in the future, this is a sure-fire deal, let Hua use this battle to make amends to the head of the family!"

As the words fell, an incomparably bright and pure golden brilliance suddenly lit up from Tang Ji's side.

At the moment of life and death, Uncle Hua still arrived!

If you see a half-saint, you become a half-saint!

For Uncle Hua, this battle is not internal friction.

It's about defending against external enemies, so he can let go and fight to the death.

It's just a pity.

After today, he can no longer protect the eldest lady.

It was the beginning of nightfall.

The starlight in the sky is hanging down with the moon, as if witnessing this final battlefield, and the wild mountain flowers in the funeral flower ridge complement each other.

As the demon general carved the flower said, when the mountain flowers are brilliant, it is his friend who is smiling at the world.

Now, she was bathed in starlight, smiling as quietly as she had been before she fell.

It is like a bystander who has crossed life and death, time and space, ready to open his arms to meet the next life that is about to pass away.

Uncle Hua's body flashed with brilliant golden light, and there was a layer of tranquil starlight floating on it, and with a slight touch of his toes, the whole person proudly swept the air, looking around at the seven demi-saints, and his face showed his will to die.

"So, are you going to go up together, or are you going to come alone?"

As soon as this remark came out.

The entire Burial Flower Ridge suddenly became a dead silence.

After a while, Wang Xianzhi sneered and said, "I really don't know whether to live or die." ”

Immediately afterwards, two demi-saints from the Martial Kingdom.

Lin Ce and Nangong Yi took the lead in walking out, and with the momentum of the two of them, they blocked all of Uncle Hua's retreats.

Lin Ce shook his head and sighed, "Before I came, I had heard of your name, but I just didn't know, can you learn our combat skills in addition to your literary position and war literature?"

Hearing this, Uncle Hua's face was slightly gloomy.

He didn't expect that the other party wouldn't give him a chance at all!

True.

When I was lost in the swamp, even when I faced the Hanlin of the Peerless Academy.

Uncle Hua still simulated the other party's best falling sword, but it was only a battle in the Hanlin Realm.

And now what he is facing are two Martial Kingdom Half-Saints!

As everyone knows, there is no such thing as a literary position in martial arts, although Lin Ce and Nangong Yi at this time have golden talents on their bodies, but what they are best at is the sword in their respective hands!

It can be expected that in the later battles, they will never use civil warfare methods to give Uncle Hua an opportunity, but will use pure martial arts power to fight the enemy!

From a certain point of view, martial arts are more difficult than Wendao, since the day of martial arts, you need to boil your body every day, wash your essence, and it takes years to practice a set of swordsmanship!

And how long does it take for a literati to master a war poem?

An hour?

Or half a day?

In comparison, the power of Wendao is undoubtedly a shortcut, and it is a shortcut that is more powerful than martial arts.

But as long as it's a shortcut, there is always a price.

For example, the basic skills are not as solid as those in the martial arts, and for example, the physical strength is weak, if the enemy is close, it will be precarious, in addition, there is a very obvious flaw.

It is easy for martial arts students to enter the martial arts, but it is difficult for students to enter the martial arts!

The difficulty referred to here is not the Cheng dù of Wensheng, Gongsheng, and low-level samurai and martial artists, but refers to the realm above the imperial book.

To use a very simple analogy, if you want to make Wang Xianzhi, who is a half-saint, become a kendo master, it is almost an impossible thing, but like Lin Ce, it is obvious that he first entered the martial arts, and then became a scholar, not only the sword path is a great achievement, but the literary position has also transcended the world.

He was already a half-saint.

Although it is not easy to study hard for more than ten years, but those who have practiced martial arts for many years are mostly people with great perseverance and great understanding, even if they abandon martial arts and follow literature, they can also make a great difference!

It's a pity that in the past hundred years since the rise of Wendao, Wuguo has taken a fork in the road, they did not see the possibility of the integration of literature and martial arts, but insisted on pursuing the ultimate in martial arts.

It wasn't until the Sword Saint Broken Yue fell to Beigu Mountain that they finally saw the irreversibility of the prosperous era of Wendao, and they wanted to correct the fork in the road they had taken before, but it was a little too late.

But if they are given some more time, presumably in another hundred years, the Martial Kingdom will be able to stand on the top of the human race again and achieve the true rule of Wenchang and Wusheng!

For example, in the middle of summer when he was killed by Su Wen in the Lost Swamp, maybe that was the future of the Wu Kingdom.

But at this time, Uncle Hua obviously didn't have time to think about it so much, he just silently pulled out a jade flute from his sleeve and smiled sassyly.

"Actually, I don't just learn from other people's paths on the spot, I also have my own things that I am good at. ”

Seeing this, Lin Ce and Nangong Yi were stunned for a moment, and then they heard a melodious flute sounding in Uncle Hua's mouth.

The sound of silk and bamboo can be disturbed!

The next moment, three brilliant golden rays collided violently.

The powerful talent storm suddenly lifted the grass and trees within a radius of several miles from the Burial Flower Ridge, and the terrifying half-saint coercion made Tang Ji feel cold, and then he could no longer stop his legs, which were already a little weak.

Get down to one knee on the ground.

The roar dissipated, and then looked at Uncle Hua.

He really withstood the offensive of the two half-saints with his own strength!

The sound of the flute is still melodious, shuttling freely between the sword light and sword shadows, and the sword qi and sword qi pass by Uncle Hua, but they didn't hurt him at all!

But then, on Lin Ce's chest, a golden ball like a scorching sun was condensed, reflecting the entire Burial Flower Ridge brightly.

Then he raised his long sword with his eyebrows, and he no longer ignored the sound of the Dao flute in the air, and rushed straight towards Uncle Hua.

Fearless Kenshin!

At the same time, Nangong Yi's horizontal knife roared, and his body rose three feet higher again, almost in the blink of an eye, he came to the top of Uncle Hua's head, and the sword light in his hand was held high above his head, although it did not fall for a long time, it made Uncle Hua a little breathless.

Don't fall into the sword!

At this moment, the two Martial Nation Half-Saints finally showed their housekeeping skills.

With the fearlessness of the sword body and the unfalling momentum of the blade, Uncle Hua was forced to retreat again and again.

The lips seemed to have a little bright red, which was shocking.

Before and after, but in an instant, Uncle Hua's decline has been revealed, and his figure has retreated again and again, but he can't stop the pace of the two half-saints advancing.

At this point, it seems that there is nothing to hide, but I don't know why, Uncle Hua has not been able to inspire his literary heart to help in the battle.

Or rather, there is no longer such a need.

for they who have come today.

It's not just Lin Ce and Nangong Yi, the two demi-saints, who see that Uncle Hua is gone.

Wang Xianzhi also lost interest, and he took his gaze back from afar.

It fell back on Don Guy.

"Now, no one can save you. ”

After speaking, Wang Xianzhi waved his hand, and the pen in his hand immediately drew an incomparably straight "one"

The word, to put it mildly, fell to Tang Ji.

Tang Ji looked at this ink word glowing with brilliant golden light, there was no way to hide, there was no way to avoid it, and the majestic holy pressure contained on it made him breathless, and the momentum of the sky falling seemed to be able to crush him into a ball of meat puree.

Of course, the purpose of Wang Xianzhi today is not to kill Tang Ji, so that "one"

The word fell very slowly, and after reaching the top of Tang Ji's head, he suddenly changed direction, and with a dive, he thought of Tang Ji's belly and bombarded away.

There is Wenhai.

It is also the foundation of the literati.

Seeing this, Tang Ji closed his eyes again, but he didn't know what he was thinking, maybe it was Yun'er who was far away in Linchuan City, or it could be the cheap dad who didn't appear until the end.

I don't know if Squeak sent "Guiguzi" to Su Wen, and I don't know if Su Wen's guy will be like the dean after knowing the news of his demonization, and he wants to deal with it quickly?

Probably not...... Tang Ji thought so, but he didn't wait for the pain of Wenhai being broken for a long time, so he opened his eyes with some curiosity, only to find that in front of him, there was a monster with two heads staring at him, his eyes flashing with kindness.

"It's ...... What the hell ......?"

It was only at this time that Tang Ji saw that there was not only this inexplicable big guy beside him, but also a monster with flames in his mouth, a body like a snake, but a scorpion tail, and a stone man with layers of rocks on top of his body, looking infinitely powerful.

What is this?

Where did it come from?

Tang Ji was confused and looked around, but could not find an answer, and at this moment, he heard an extremely kind and familiar voice, which sounded fiercely from the bushes in the distance.

"Who dares to touch my brother!"

===================================ps: Thanks to 'Love Dye ☆ Hennessy' for 100 tips, thanks to 'Bukebushuo' for 100 tips.

Su Wen is finally here, and the first meat scene in this volume is about to begin, so please look forward to it!

(To be continued)