The blade of the sword that hits people with cold light is like a snow mirror reflecting the face of the Confucian book of the Holy Master.

The fast and urgent ghost-bladed knife seemed to be only a hair's length away from the Holy Master's neck.

The deadly knife suddenly stopped.

Two slender white fingers clamped the Buddha's head and ghost blade.

The Holy Master looked indifferent, looking at Wei Ming squarely: "Whether you know who I am or not, it seems that I will not delay me to kill you at all, and now there is still a chance, if you want to retreat, I will not pursue it." ”

Wei Ming was covered in a cold sweat, because at this time, it was not only his knife that was restrained, but also his people.

He didn't even have the strength to pull his feet back now.

Wei Ming's expression turned pale: "I know who you are, but so what? As long as a person like me can do a great job in his life, I will be satisfied, even if I die here, I will feel comfortable lying in the grave." ”

All the sweating places on Wei Ming's body showed that he was extremely scared, except for the stubborn refusal to admit it with that mouth.

The Holy Master asked, "Is it worth it for this legendary peerless martial vein?"

Wei Ming lowered his head: "I am a wild cultivator, and I also have a son, if the family is not rich, my son is destined to become a wild cultivator who is looked down upon every day, but as long as the peerless martial vein reappears in the Central Continent, at least you true cultivators who have entered the Dao, it will be impossible to despise us wild cultivators as before!"

The Holy Master shook his head: "Then I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, Jiang Youlu will die today, and tomorrow all the wild cultivators in Central Continent will still live the same life as before, being ridiculed and ridiculed, but you don't have to worry about it at all." ”

Wei Ming raised his head, looking puzzled.

The Holy Master said, "Because you will never see tomorrow." ”

After finishing speaking, the holy master flicked his fingers lightly, and the Buddha-headed ghost blade was like a thin piece of ice, broken inch by inch, like pieces of snowflakes scattered in the air.

Wei Ming opened his mouth and looked at the fragments of the blade in the air, with mixed feelings in his heart, this handle followed the south and north, large and small battles of life and death, every time he was in a desperate situation, even if he had his last breath left, as long as the Buddha-headed ghost blade was still in good condition in his hand, he could always escape death.

The Ghost Blade Knife has helped him block a fatal blow countless times, and the status of this knife Wei Ming's heart is almost the same as that of his son.

But today, the Devilblade failed to resist the fatal blow and was the first to solve it.

Even if there was no knife in his hand, Wei Ming threw up a pair of iron fists, roared, and smashed it at the Holy Master.

There were still snow-white fragments of those ghost blades floating in the air, and Wei Ming's fist was just halfway out, only to find that those fragments had not landed, and by the time he reacted, it was already too late.

I saw that those fragments floating in the air suddenly flew up at a rapid speed, and countless tiny fragments passed through Wei Ming's flesh and blood.

Countless tiny blood springs emerged from Wei Ming's body, and the sound was so sizzling that people couldn't hear his vague last words clearly.

He fell, at the feet of the Holy Master, in the dust, and the blood was drenched in a wet mud.

The Holy Master had no intention of avoiding Zhang Weiming's corpse, only to see his figure move, and when he reappeared, he returned to his previous posture of leisurely steps.

Looking at that relaxed demeanor, it was as if there was no murder just now, and the steaming corpse behind him did not exist at all.

Seven or eight of the diners in Jiangfu had already climbed over the courtyard wall and fled.

There were still a dozen diners left in the courtyard, carrying swords and waiting for him on the way ahead of the Holy Master.

The Holy Master looked at them for a while: "Are you really not afraid?"

After speaking, the holy master also glanced back slightly at the corpse behind him.

Everyone had different expressions on their faces, but they all had a hint of fear, but they still didn't retreat.

One of the old men said: "I don't know which master of Confucianism you are, Zhongzhou is a peerless martial artist, and he is the only one who can save us from these wild cultivators and point out the way forward for our long and futile cultivation life. ”

The holy master said: "I think some of you have heard the words of the Earth Punishment Divine Monarch just now, and according to Confucian reasoning, I will definitely go to lie down today." ”

The black shadow who hadn't spoken for a long time shook his body and separated two black shadows, and the two black shadows carried the seriously injured Zhu Mingyue to Jiang Youlu's side lightly.

The black shadow said: "Worthy of the second-in-command of Confucianism, everything is involuntary, and it is definitely not for one's own selfishness." ”

The Holy Master turned his head to look at the black shadow: "What about you, brother, do you dare to say that you are playing this big game of chess, not for your own heart?"

The black shadow said: "I have selfishness, my selfishness is to let those Ye Xiu who can't raise their heads in Zhongzhou and can only rely on other big sects as diners to get a chance to raise their heads." ”

The words of the black shadow reminded all the diners of their own experiences of struggling to survive in Middle-earth, and they couldn't help but feel a burst of feelings.

The Holy Master raised one foot and stepped on it violently, and the diners standing in the front rows were directly lifted into the sky by the huge force that suddenly burst out from the ground.

There was a hint of anger in the Saint Master's tone: "I hate the kind of person who can be inexplicably moved by just saying a few thoughtful words, such a person is stupid and damned." ”

Those seriously injured diners, I don't know why the Holy Master suddenly became angry, and all the people who were hit by the huge force were lying on the ground at this time, moaning in pain.

The black shadow was blown away like a veil in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a humanoid black shadow three feet in front of the Holy Master.

The black shadow said: "If the Holy Master has any grievances, just sprinkle them on me, after all, I should be able to avoid being considered a mastermind." ”

The Holy Master tugged at the corners of his mouth: "For a group of irrelevant people, so enthusiastic, and keep claiming that it is for the dignity of Zhongzhou Ye Xiu." Why do I already hate you so much even though it's the first day I see you?"

The black shadow said: "The fate is good or bad, the fate between you and me should be regarded as a bad fate." ”

The holy master said: "Since it is a bad fate, it is better to cut this bad fate as soon as possible, so as not to feel uncomfortable in the future." ”

The Holy Master and Son were behind him, looking at the black shadow proudly, and shouted, "Sword up!"

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound from underground, as if an earth dragon was running underground.

On the flat ground among the black shadows and the holy master, a scholar sword with purple qi haunted rose into the sky, rolling dust with the ground, and the purple qi emitted by the purple sword instantly dyed the entire sky purple, as if announcing his status as a human artifact to the god emperor in the sky.

As soon as the Holy Master raised it, his long finger turned back into his hand.

The holy master stared at the long sword in his hand: "My sword, called Zishui Dongliu, I don't know if I can try out the foundation of my brother's platform." ”

Because since the black shadow appeared, the thin layer of black gas on its body has never dispersed.

And the cultivation of the Holy Master actually couldn't see through the black qi of the protective body.

This made the Holy Master sacrifice the purple water to flow eastward for the sake of safety, and it stands to reason that he would inevitably expose his identity, and he really didn't want to use this sword.

An exclamation came from the Jiangfu diners: "It's him... It's the blood Confucian!! my master is this sword... Swallowed it raw!"

Can a sword swallow people? It sounds like a joke, but in the hands of the bloody Confucians of Central-earth, this is not a joke, but a cruel fact.

Another of the diners also spoke up: "Blood Confucian, could it be the Blood Confucian, who claims to be a heavenly murderer and drinks blood with a sword!!

There are every legend about the blood Confucianism in Middle-earth, and it seems that it is inseparable from blood.

Almost every scene of a bloody murder was covered with blood, but people never believed that one could shed so much blood.

It wasn't until they saw the dead body that looked like a handful of dead wood that they realized that if a person bleeds every drop of blood from his body, then such a scene can also appear.

Confucianism is different from Taoism, and the enemies of Taoism will receive a letter from the Taoist in advance to inform them that in a certain year and month, the Qinghe Mountain Torture God will come to collect debts, so that they can sometimes prepare to commit crimes and slaves.

Confucianism is different, anyone who has formed a bond with Confucianism, Confucianism will not make any representation, if you don't care about the cultivation of the monks in Confucianism, just look at the appearance, you are completely a gregarious and harmonious teacher.

But there is a strange news circulating in the rivers and lakes, the enmity of Confucianism cannot be at night.

Someone once went to the door of Confucianism to tear down the door, and the Confucian people were afraid that they would bring tea and water to that person, and ask if the person was tired, if he wanted to arrange a room for rest, and so on.

As soon as night fell, the blooddome appeared in the man's house.

The next day, a dead body, and a house full of blood, was found by a neighbor who had risen early, and the neighbor spread the news through the city with a scream at the loudest voice.

Because no one has ever seen that kind of horrific scene.

As soon as you enter that house, one will think that the owner has recently painted the house red.

However, if you think about it, it's not right, no one generally likes to paint their house red, or this red that is particularly close to blood.

As long as you stand in that room for a long time, the pungent blood on your nose will linger for a long time, and you almost think you have a nosebleed.

On the red wall, if you look at it twice, you will find that the red paint on the wall is moving, flowing, flowing from top to bottom.

It wasn't until the crowd screamed a bloody word that everyone reacted, and someone brushed the room with thin and even blood.

The people who loved to watch the excitement had already crowded the whole house, and when they understood that the walls were full of blood, the fleeing crowd broke through the wooden door directly, and ran away in an instant, as if they were running a moment late, and were used to make red paint and paint the whole house.

The Holy Master's face was calm: "Isn't it a little late to recognize it now?"

A late word, have been printed on the hearts of all Jiangfu diners, regret too late, too late to escape, everything is too late, the only thing that is not too late at this time, the horror is to think about the content of the suicide note, but even if it is written, what can it be, the blood Confucianism is in front of him, no one thinks that anyone can get out of Jiangfu alive, the content is detailed, and the well-taken suicide note can only rely on his own dream to tell his family.