Murderous aura that is almost in line with Confucian teachings!

Although this set of sword slashes is definitely strong enough, but it is obviously not the same as Confucianism, so there is only one possibility, that is, this is the Confucian master from other places to comprehend, as if the first three moves of the Ten Thousand Soldiers Ancestor are at most Haotian-level exercises, but this most Lu last move "King of Ten Thousand Kings" is the same as the sky, and it is estimated that it is also taken from the ancient ruins.

If a person is alive, there must be death, and this kind of sword slash that urges the sword move with the avenue of life and death can be said to be similar to the "Passing Years and Passing Water Sword Technique" in Qin Guyue's Qianqiu Sword that attacked and killed the opponent with the vast historical momentum.

The figure jumping in mid-air grabbed the swordsman who had turned into pure black and white blades in both hands, and his clothes flew up, slashing down with all his might!

Like the sun and the moon turning, time is fleeting, and an irreversible sword is ......

"Oh!" The Confucian zombie holding the scroll raised his head and opened the eye that had not been corroded, and the joints of his right hand holding the scroll with only white bones actually made a series of crisp sounds of bones colliding, and then he was held in front of him, slowly opening up!

"Whoa!" A sharp sound of metal objects colliding came, and the "Daren Guangyan Book of Poetry" was suddenly pulled away due to the gravity of the falling!

Suddenly, a sigh came from the scroll, as if there was really a person hiding in the scroll sighing.

Although the voice was a complaint, it was like a song and a cry, like the sound of the Nine Heavens, people couldn't help but listen to it, and even Qin Guyue and Shangguan Tianqi were both attracted by this light sigh, and their eyes involuntarily shifted from Mo Junwu's body to the body of this Confucian zombie, to be precise, the "Daren Guangyan Poetry and Book Book" in his hand.

"Those who know me say that I am troubled, worried...... Worried......"

"He who does not know me says what I ask for, what do I want...... Why ......?"

"Leisurely sky, who is this......"

When the last sentence of the last sentence was spoken, a burst of purple light bloomed on the entire "Daren Guangyan Poetry and Book Sutra", as if the zombie was holding a huge purple lotus flower in his hand, and it collided with Mo Junwu's sword without showing weakness.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and a huge wave of qi suddenly ?? Suddenly from the collision of swords and scrolls, where the qi wave passed, even the walls of the Demon God Castle that had stood for thousands of years were destroyed and decayed, and the bricks and stones flew sideways, of course, the most unlucky thing was not these city walls, but these ghosts and monsters hovering on the city walls!

The righteousness of Confucianism can be said to be the natural nemesis of these ghosts, of course, except for the zombies turned into by the Confucian master in front of him, only one of them took a look, and the two zombies who had just eaten the corpse of an unlucky egg were directly shocked into powder by Haoran righteousness, leaving only a ragged costume that fell to the ground, and before it could land, it was twisted into pieces by the whirlwind mixed with the flying bricks and stones.

This situation is on this wall of the Demon God Castle, everywhere the qi waves go, and I don't know how many ghosts and ghosts have been surpassed by Lu Dao at this moment, but the irony is that the one who holds the supreme righteous qi magic weapon of the Confucian Sect is a zombie!

A sword blocked, Mo Junwu suddenly relied on the momentum of this sword to slash at the scroll, and suddenly the whole person flew into the sky, condescending, holding the long sword with both hands, and the black and white sword rays shot down one after another.

"There is no mystery of life, the cycle of life and death!"

I saw that these black and white sword qi bombarded in turn, and actually formed a circle of sword momentum, bombarding the Confucian zombies indiscriminately, it seemed that Mo Junwu also moved the real fire, and under this round of sword qi bombardment, the entire wall of the Demon God Castle shook violently.

The Confucian zombie didn't know if he really retained his consciousness, or just by instinct, he stumbled into it by mistake, and he pulled the "Daren Guangyan Poetry and Book Sutra" in his right hand again, and suddenly the entire scroll shrouded in purple brilliance suddenly sounded like a heavenly jade sound again.

With the iron pieces wearing the book slip colliding with each other one by one, emitting a pleasant voice that resonates with each other, the purple brilliance that was originally held in the hands of the zombie suddenly burst out, turning into a huge figure dozens of feet high, with a crown and a broad belt, purple clothes like burning, and the scroll held by the phantom in his hand is the "Daren Guangyan Poetry and Book Classic".

Then countless voices chanted in unison over the entire city wall: "Changtai breathes to hide the tears......"

"Mourning the many hardships of people's livelihood......"

"I also have the best ...... to do what I want"

"Although he died nine times, he still has no regrets!"

Suddenly, the purple light and shadow were like a big curtain that completely wrapped the Confucian zombie in it, no matter how sharp Mo Junwu's lifeless sword path was, hitting this purple barrier, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it had no effect, a sword was like this, it was more than 30 sword qi in a row, and the dust on the city wall was flying, but a sword could not hurt the Confucian zombie, but the zombie was in the purple barrier, looking up to the sky and roaring, and even made a "woo" like a provocative sound in his mouth.

"Evil beast!" Mo Junwu how could he not be angry, he looked at the Confucian zombies below, for a while there were really a lot of people, the feeling that the dog bites the hedgehog and has no way to eat, it is not that Mo Junwu's lifeless sword is not sharp, it is really the relict of the first saint of Confucianism, the defense ability of the "Daren Guangyan Poetry and Book Scripture" is too rebellious!

Just when Mo Jun had no hands to charge up and was about to do his best to use a stronger sword move, suddenly, another roar came from under the city wall!

Qin Guyue on the side only felt that the voice was harsh, and with his strength, he was a little unstable.

"Not good!" Shangguan Tianqi's face changed when he heard this roar, and he shouted to Mo Junwu with a sound transmission: "Don't fight, your movement is too big, this Demon God Castle doesn't know how many masters have fallen in the Dao back then, you have already alarmed them, if you come together, the three of us will all die here today!"

As soon as the words fell, only that roar was heard, and then another roar came from another corner of the city wall, as if in response to the previous one, and then the roars and roars came one after another, almost as if they were among wolves.

"Damn, how many masters have become these ghosts?" Mo Jun couldn't hear this roaring sound one after another, and his heart was also slandered.

I'm afraid I'm going to be crossed by a ghost, right?

"Death, death, destruction, destruction, destruction, vanity, vanity, vanity......"

Accompanied by the roar of this voice, there were countless voices that poured into Qin Guyue's mind together, and they were like a spiritual attack, although Qin Guyue's spiritual power was extremely strong, but each of these voices was at least equivalent to the strength of the will of a 10,000-soldier ancestor, even if he had the means to reach the sky, he couldn't withstand the simultaneous bombardment of so many strong people, and suddenly his spiritual power was lost, and the whole person was in a state of almost ignorance and dementia.

Just when Qin Guyue felt that this piercing roar was as pervasive as a spiritual attack, suddenly Shangguan Tianqi slapped him on the shoulder, and it was actually a spiritual force forcibly infused into his body, and the noisy sound in the sea of consciousness burst out of the air at once.

"Run the silent words and clear the sound spell yourself! The old man can protect you for a while, but he can't save you for a lifetime!"

At the moment when Qin Guyue regained his clarity, he heard Shangguan Tianqi's words, as if a drowning man had grabbed a life-saving straw, and immediately silently recited the quiet words and clear sound mantra of Mingxin, and with the help of Shangguan Tianqi's spiritual power, he suddenly drove the voice in his mind out of the air, and before he could react and stabilize his spirit, Qin Guyue felt that the back of his neck was being mentioned......

His whole body seemed to have no weight, and he was directly lifted up from behind, and then his whole body was lifted up with his feet off the ground.

When Qin Guyue found out this, he was already hundreds of feet above the ground, although this was not the first time he had flown off, the last time was as early as in the post station of Tongzhou City, he was rescued by the Heavenly Soul of a mysterious master, and he was also dragged and flew like this for a while, but this time it really scared Qin Guyue by surprise.

This uncle is actually a muscular man, why is he so strong?

Just when Qin Guyue looked sideways, he saw Shangguan Tianqi flying to Mo Junwu's side, tugging Mo Junwu's sleeve with his left hand, and said, "Don't fight, hurry up, these ghosts are gathering more and more!"

I don't know if Lu Dao Mojun fell in love with the "Daren Guangyan Poetry and Book Scripture" in the hands of this zombie, or felt that such a Confucian holy relic fell into the hands of zombies, which was really unbearable, or it was purely because he stimulated the will to fight and died, but he was indomitable and said: "No, I will definitely kill him!"

Shangguan Tianqi must have cursed in his heart at this time: "Kill your sister!" But Mo Jun had no brains, and he had no choice but to raise his right hand, raise the index finger of his right hand, and chant as if inducing the way of heaven: "The death of the stars, the falling stars and clouds strike!"

Wait, what is the right hand?

His left hand was on Mo Junwu's shoulder, and his right hand was casting spells, so how could he hold Qin Guyue? Could it be the third hand? How could it be?

Just when Qin Guyue turned his head back to look, he only saw a rectangular, box-like magic weapon hanging behind him, and the light on it turned into a hand that grabbed him, and Qin Guyue's face was as frightened as earth at that moment.

Uncle, aren't you joking with people's lives? If this magic weapon is shot down by some ghost below, won't I even die and be shattered?

Just when Qin Guyue was complaining, a light of stars actually pierced the morning mist that had not yet been emitted above the Demon God Castle at once, and drew a dazzling starlight, which directly hit the purple barrier formed by the "Great Ren Guangyan Poetry Book Sutra" below!

This sudden blow instantly broke the balance between the two!

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The latest chapter of the Supreme Holy Heaven is the first at high speed, this chapter is the 271st section: Daren Guangyan Poetry Book Address If you think this chapter is not bad, please don't forget to recommend it to your friends in the QQ group and Weibo!