Yes, he was jealous, he saw Wu Zhuangyuan's hat fluttering in the air, and he also wanted to take it, it was impossible for Ouyang Yan to let this glory go to Ouyang Yan alone.

"Natural selection, this is the law, speak with strength. Ouyang Yan's voice was like thunder, a sword was pointed, and among the sword shadows in the sky, his figure was dazzling, and the man and the sword were combined, like a heavenly sword.

His momentum at this moment is unparalleled for a while.

In the face of the muffled thunder, the sage ink that rolled down and poured down the golden jade liquid seemed to be a sage article, and the words were killing people's hearts and destroying people's lives.

Thundered!

A sound of the sky cracking and the earth cracked loudly, and Ouyang Yan turned into a sword and flew into the sky, and in an instant, he was in the inkstone of the flying mountain.

The Feilai Mountain inkstone, which shows the might of the five mountains, shook and shook, rumbling in the ears, and the sage ink that bubbled down formed a piece of gold leaf.

In the gold leaf, the beaded runes are like the sharp swords of gods and men, with supreme moral chapters, as if a saint is lifting a pen to cut down.

Ouyang Yan felt his heart tremble, and in an instant, there was a sense of guilt, which made him feel a sense of whether I was wrong.

It's like a saint who is furious, stands at the highest point of morality, criticizes it, and then sends it to be beheaded.

This is an extremely terrifying method, if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that at this moment, there will be no place to die.

But almost instantly, Ouyang Yan's thoughts surged through him: "If you are not afraid, your heart will be determined, and if you are determined, you will be full, and if you are full of gods, you will not be able to do it." ”

This sentence has almost become his motto, so that he was once in the prison of Ouyang Mansion, all inspired him, and became his insightful words.

Now that the sage ink in the mountains has flown in, the highest point of moral articles, and the heart is destroyed, how can Ouyang Yan's rock-solid original intention be destroyed by this hypocritical and arrogant morality.

The phantom of the saint who appeared, reciting morality, and the original intention of killing him as a dog was also shattered at this moment.

"Morality is at ease in people's hearts, how old are you?" Ouyang Yan roared, his clear eyes returned to the color of clarity, a sword changed color, and the heavens and the earth resonated.

Thundered!

The huge flying mountain inkstone flew in the air, and the phantom of the saint in the saint's ink roared and then dispersed, and Liang Dong looked incredible.

Even the moral judgment of a saint can't punish his heart, what else can shake his original intention?

Liang Dong's heart was throbbing, a little surprised, and panic was on his face.

The Feilai Mountain inkstone instantly shrank, turned into a slap and levitated into his hand.

The sage ink in the inkstone tumbles endlessly, like the water of the four seas sweeping the storm.

One sword broke through ten thousand laws, and Ouyang Yan's momentum shocked all the candidates dumbfounded.

They retreated one after another, not daring to get close, and in this one battle, at least four or five hundred candidates disappeared from this assessment field.

Some of them were lucky enough to use the death order to leave at the moment of mortal danger, and some of the stupid ones were buried here and could never get out again.

"Your heart is truly indestructible. Liang Dong's faint words came, he looked at Ouyang Yan without any emotional fluctuations, and there was only an undying look in his angry eyes.

Now, his image in Ouyang Yan's heart has collapsed, and it is impossible to have the possibility of drinking and talking.

"How can the words of sanctimoniousness resonate with the eight families of the ages? How can the saints of your family know that the sages in my heart are untainted and unblemished!" Ouyang Yan punned, and the golden light in his eyes was like a torch.

The eyes of the two small suns, with the radiance of the whole body, frightened everyone.

The Bayang Sword in his hand was raised, pointed at Liang Dong, and said, "Take out your strength!"

"Alas, I was prepared!" Liang Dong sighed, as if he regretted that this friendship was ruined by his own hands.

He played a role in fueling the flames, colluding with Gu Moxuan and others, putting Ouyang Yan to death, and isolating him to the point of being an enemy.

Now that Jian Wufeng was dead, Gu Moxuan had also been hit hard, and he, Liang Dong, had instead become a great enemy standing in front of Ouyang Yan.

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up at the champion hat floating in the air, his eyes full of longing.

This kind of desire is the eyes of all the candidates present, and it is the representative and honor of Wu Zhuangyuan.

For this honor, everyone is willing to shed their blood.

Because it's something that proves itself, it's an affirmation.

Ouyang Yan was even more eager because he needed the identity of the champion of both civil and military disciplines, standing in front of his father and proving himself.

"Are you still going to be my enemy?" Ouyang Yan's gaze swept over all the candidates, and his sharp words and golden eyes made everyone lower their heads.

No one dared to respond even once, and they couldn't help but step backwards, afraid that Ouyang Yan's sword immortal would come.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth seemed to tremble at this time, and a great force came from the place where Liang Dong was, and his whole body was glowing with blazing light at this time.

He held the Feilai Mountain inkstone in his left hand, and held a simple and unpretentious brush in his right hand, but it was full of charm.

One after another, the sages enlightened the world, and the sound of the mighty and strong Hong Zhong resounded throughout the space.

His lips squirmed, and at this time he was like a saint coming to write a saint's article and spread the teachings of the great thousands.

"Oh my God, is that the Heavenly Heart Divine Pen?"

"It really deserves to be a thousand-year-old scholarly family, and the Tianxin magic pen that has long since disappeared still exists. ”

"Tianxin is the heart of the people, this time it depends on how Ouyang Yan responds. ”

"Ouyang Yan, Wen Zhuangyuan and I missed it, Wu Zhuangyuan I am determined to win, for this honor, I am desperate, I can not even die, come on. Liang Dong let out a loud shout, and the humble gentleman's face distorted with indignation at this moment.

Ouyang Yan frowned, and heard the sound of the sky shaking in his ears, every sentence was the will of the people, as if he had heard the teachings of the ancient sages spreading in contemporary times.

One after another majestic figures appeared in the air, and they were scattered, as if the light of an ancient saint was enveloping this world.

His heart trembled, and one by one the words turned into runes and connected into a galaxy, rushing and rolling, drowning him.

Liang Dong dipped the pen in ink, and the pen was "the magic pen of the heavenly heart." "Ink is" sage ink. ”

The space became a curtain, and in the blink of an eye, there was a "way." "A" de. Two ancient words took shape in his pen.

Thundered!

The word morality represents a kind of law, and the two words are one, the space rumbles, and the huge sound of the majesty fills the world.

If the saint speaks, he will criticize Ouyang Yan and judge Ouyang Yan.

Tao is a sword, and virtue is morality.

Daohua Brilliant Divine Sword, a sword rushed like a divine light to Ouyang Yan's body, and virtue is the truth, criticizing Ouyang Yan's heart, saying that his morality is corrupt, and this crime should be punished.

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