"Is there anyone else in the Taixu Gate who dares to come out and fight me?" the old man with the purple belt yelled in the air.

Then, he saw Uncle Ning who was heading to Taixu Peak.

"White-haired old man, come and die!"

Uncle Ning was taken aback: "I wasn't killed......?"

Uncle Ning flashed back to Meng Tian's side very cowardly.

A great elder of the Taixu Sect, the biggest power holder under the head of the sect, actually relied on a little disciple who was still in the comprehension stage to protect him.

If it spreads, Uncle Ning's reputation will definitely not be good.

But he didn't care!

Can fame be eaten?

Can fame be more important than life?

As long as it's not the kind of reputation that has been stinking for thousands of years, nothing else matters!

Void Dafa was so powerful, Uncle Ning didn't treat Meng Tian as an inconspicuous little disciple.

It was because he knew that the Super Explosive Talisman was useless to this purple-belted old man, and in addition, An Ai had been out for so long and hadn't come back, and now the only one who could deal with him was Meng Tian, who knew Void Dafa!

Meng Tian asked the magic sword, anyway, if you can't beat it, you can suck it, don't be afraid!

Too empty, too empty!

Yourself, it's not false!

"Magic Sword, let's go, let's go and kill monsters!"

"Come on!"

Uncle Ning was taking out a handful of Divine Walking Talismans from his chest and preparing to give them to Meng Tian, but the old man with a purple belt had already come to him.

Originally, the old man with purple belt thought that he would not be able to use this kind of "weapon", but in order to destroy the Taixu Gate, he felt that he could not keep it.

He finally sacrificed his brush, and he made a move "Dragon Flying Phoenix Dance".

The posture is handsome.

The appearance is also very good.

When the brush is waved in the air, it is like a great calligrapher splashing ink.

The feeling of beauty is full!

The people of the Dynasty Academy like to pretend to be forced when they fight!

However, those black Confucian qi that looked like dragons and phoenixes did not cause any harm to Meng Tian.

When approaching the body, the magic sword directly sucked them in.

The old man with a purple belt couldn't believe his eyes.

His strongest killing move is more powerful than his son's ink dragon.

Why didn't it work?

Why did it all disappear as soon as it came into contact with that sword?

It seems that this sword must be a superb spirit sword, and it should probably be grabbed and taken a look.

In an instant, he decided that he wanted to kill people and seize the treasure!

Kill Meng Tian, kill everyone in the Taixu Gate, take the sword in Meng Tian's hand, and take all the treasures of the Taixu Gate!

"Hurry!"

The old man with the purple belt shouted, and then flew towards Meng Tian's position like a purple streamer.

Meng Tian didn't rush to meet him.

He found a problem, that is, the people of the Imperial Academy did not stand there as a live target, allowing themselves to chop like a vegetable head.

Now the old man with the purple belt is very fast, and he can't fly with a sword, although the magic talisman can move instantly, but it can't hover in the air.

Being dragged by the magic sword is not very convenient after all.

"Can your forty-meter long sword get any longer?"

"As long as there is enough aura, it is theoretically possible!"

"Can it only be Reiki?

"I'll try!"

“......”

"Hum—"

The magic sword lengthened, and a black mist lingered above the white light.

"Bang-"

The elongated magic sword just happened to face the old man with a purple streamer, because it was a Confucian sword, and it didn't hurt the old man much.

"Close!"

The magic sword's light becomes smaller!

"Put!"

The magic sword shines brighter!

The old man with the purple belt bumped into the Confucian sword light just now and took a few steps back.

Because the sword light came too fast, much faster than his own speed.

He couldn't believe it!

How can this kid be rude?

Those who are not disciples of the Imperial Academy, and who have not read the classics of the Imperial Academy, will never be able to cultivate Confucianism.

There is no "empowerment Dafa" that allows one person's Confucianism to enter another person's body.

"Boy, you used to be a disciple of the Imperial Academy?"

The villain dies from talking too much!

An elder with a purple belt is like an immortal cultivator who has cultivated in the god transformation stage.

Since you want to destroy people's homes, what are you doing so much!

"What, I'm not a disciple of your Dynasty Academy, it's sour!"

Seeing that the other party denied it, the old man with purple belt was even more puzzled.

"Impossible! How did you get your Confucianism? If you are not a disciple of the Imperial Academy, you will never be able to cultivate Confucianism......

Meng Tian smiled and looked at him like an intellectually disabled person.

Meng Tian suddenly felt that this old man didn't seem to be so terrifying.

"You want to know?"

"Say it quickly, if you were really a disciple of the Imperial Academy, I can consider keeping you a whole corpse!"

The tone is a little arrogant!

"Old dog, don't be ignorant, I was in a good mood and wanted to tell you, uncle, but now I decided not to say it! Just ask you if you are angry, and I won't tell you how my Confucianism came from......

"Look for death!"

The old man with the purple belt didn't know how Meng Tian's Confucianism came about, but he couldn't manage it now.

Even if you kid used to be a disciple of my Dynasty Academy, but now you are helping the Taixu Sect to oppose the Dynasty Academy.

If you want to attack me, you will deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors!

I'm going to clean up the portal today!

As he spoke, the old man with purple belt attacked Meng Tian again, holding his big brush.

Meng Tian hurriedly used the Divine Talisman to dodge.

Although he can absorb other people's Confucian energy, but being hit by that big brush, even if the magic attack is ineffective, the physical attack is enough for him to drink a pot.

After all, one's aura does not operate in the meridians, but exists in the internal organs.

Unable to do perfect defense.

"Magic Sword, are we going to poke him to death or suck him to death!"

"Whether it's poking or sucking, just kill him anyway! I don't care!

"Okay, it's rare to talk to him! Suck him dry, store it in your body, and you can go and kill others later......"

"This Confucianism is useless to me, hey, just fill your stomach!"

“......”

This time, Meng Tian still didn't dodge, but just started to run the Void Dafa frantically when the old man with purple belt came to his side.

His arm, along with the magic sword, formed a vast chaos vortex.

The old man with a purple belt thought that he could kill with one blow this time.

But he was wrong!

When he approached Meng Tian's body, he found that the Confucian Qi in his body was constantly draining.

Then he was horrified to see that the Confucian Qi had entered the body of the Demon Sword.

Then he wanted to grab the sword with a backhand.

Unfortunately, it was in vain.

Under the Void Dafa, he didn't have the slightest ability to act.

I could only watch as all my Confucianism was sucked away by the other party.

Confucianism is the energy of the disciples of the Imperial Academy.

Reiki is the energy of immortal cultivators.

Essence is the energy of ordinary people in the world.

Void Dafa and Demon Sword, no matter what kind of energy it is, it is a suck anyway.

"I finally know where your Confucianism came from! You demon of the Youluo Sect ......"

Meng Tian sneered: "Haha! That's right, it's Lao Tzu who sucked it!"

But how did you get involved with the Youluo Sect again! How did this kind of person read? Didn't the people of the Imperial Academy study and enter the Tao?

The old man with the purple belt knew how Meng Tian's Confucianism was obtained when he was dying, but what could he do, he was dying anyway.

In his unwilling expression, in his angry voice, Meng Tian and the Demon Sword together absorbed the last bit of energy in his body.

Without energy support, the body quickly withered and turned into a "dry corpse".

Yes, a purple-belted elder with the cultivation of the god transformation stage died so simply.

The death was not vigorous at all.

It's not tragic to die at all!

The old man with the purple belt, the elder of the Imperial Academy, Yang Simo believed in his father, and he died in the hands of a young disciple in the Tongqi period without even knowing his name.

Compared with Uncle Ning, who is about to be protected by the little disciple in the Enlightenment Period, maybe he is more ridiculous and generous.

Uncle Ning finally flashed over.

"Xiao Tian is amazing! When I find the eldest brother, I will ask him to promote you to be the chief disciple of the Taixu Sect!"

Meng Tian didn't want to be a big disciple, he just wanted to wait for his mother-in-law to come back to solve his physical problems.

Maybe if he helps Taixumen destroy the Dynasty Academy, he will be free from the world.

"Where is the thief! Let me kill him!"

Ning Shanshan woke up.