The Que Wu sword coiled around the golden dragon, above the sword body, the fourteen-character "Danxin Poem", is majestic and swallows thousands of miles!

Facing the surging blood smoke that accompanied the sword slash of Emperor Wu's phantom, a dragon groan roared from Qin Feng's sword......

Before the person arrived, the sword had not arrived, and the strength of Qin Feng and Emperor Wu's phantom had arrived!

Within 10,000 miles, the clear righteousness and the surging blood smoke were like two peerless beasts, quickly fighting!

With the sword in his hand, Qin Feng passed through the clouds, and at the moment when he faced the sword with the phantom of Emperor Wu, his right hand was injected with force, and his left hand was also completely injected with the power of Zhihai Mind. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mental power and force, at this moment, become one!

Martial arts and Confucianism, at this moment, are one!

The original "Mozi Sword Technique" killing move "Ink Point Jiangshan" was displayed in Qin Feng's hands at this time, and it had completely departed from the scope of the original "Mozi Sword Technique", and became an original sword move that was one of Confucianism and martial arts, and was extremely powerful!

Compared to when Qin Feng was using it on the Firmament Battlefield, Qin Feng at that time was no longer what it used to be.

At that time, his martial arts were not as good as the earthly martial realm, but now he was the tenth layer of the heavenly martial realm that was enough to defy the heavens. At that time, he was only a mere Confucianism and Taoism, but now he has passed the semi-holy test of Heavenly Dao, and he is the first heaven-given example of the new millennium.

At that time, he was just a student in the True Martial Arts Academy, and now he is the captain of Yan Guo who commands hundreds of thousands of troops.

At that time, he was the son of a fugitive and the nephew of the Zhongli family, and now he is the founder of the Great Yan Guozhu and the Qin Feng family!

The earth-shattering battle roar of the martial arts family, and the sound of Confucianism and Taoism, appeared behind Qin Feng at the same time.

This sword seems to have come from a thousand years ago, crossed a thousand years, and finally came from the past to the present!

The Que Wu Sword, which was stained with Danqing and blue blood, slaughtered thousands of Confucian swords against the phantom of Emperor Shangwu......

"Zheng!"

In the entire temple of all saints, a piercing sword roar overshadowed the chanting of all Confucian scholars!

Immediately, on the sword formed by the condensation of blood smoke, a clearly visible crack was transmitted from the tip of the sword.

It was as if the ice had been smashed a little, and the entire bloodstained sword of killing confucianism quickly disintegrated!

First the sword of Confucianism, and then the hands of Emperor Wu Phantom holding the sword, that is, the shoulders, chest, and body......

The phantom of Emperor Wu summoned by Fang Yun with "Killing Confucian Poems" was like smashed glass, inch by inch, foot by foot, rapidly collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No...... It can't be!"

Fang Yun looked at the Martial Emperor Phantom in front of him that was gradually shattering, and roared in despair.

"This is a Confucianism and war poem specifically aimed at people in Confucianism and Taoism, how can you ...... How could you possibly break the Killing Confucianism!"

The phantom of the Martial Emperor in the blood smoke seemed to recognize Qin Feng's true identity, raised his hand, and slapped it towards Qin Feng with all his might!

But at the end of the strong crossbow, he couldn't wear the draft, and that big hand of blood smoke had already been neatly split by Qin Feng's sword before it slapped in front of Qin Feng!

Qin Feng held the sword in both hands, raised it above his head, and pierced through the body of the Martial Emperor's phantom condensed by blood smoke!

The blood and smoke dissipated, and the Coiling Dragon Haoran Sword in Qin Feng's hand once again turned back into the Que Wu Evil Sword and the Tenglong Golden Pen.

He switched to holding the sword in his right hand, and grabbed the dragon gold pen in his left hand and withdrew it into his sleeve.

But the sword in Qin Feng's hand did not stop in the slightest, and slashed straight towards Fang Yun below!

Qin Feng's figure is as fast as Feihong, the long sword in his hand is as fast as thunder, Fang Yun is a Confucian student, where can he dodge?

"Teng!"

Qin Feng touched the ground on one knee, holding the Que Wu Evil Sword in his right hand, and still maintained a downward slashing posture!

On the pitch-black blade of Que Wujian, a string of red blood, still covered with blood bubbles, was greedily sucked by Que Wujian.

Behind Qin Feng, Fang Yun's face turned pale, and he looked at a sword mark that slashed down from his shoulder to his abdomen in surprise.

A fine line of blood oozed blood from the wound, and it was long overdue.

Qin Feng's voice was like a cold verdict.

"Fang Yun, not only did you intend to harm me repeatedly, but you ...... with my family."

"There is no distinction between right and wrong, and the thief is the father......"

"I shouldn't have let you die so easily!"

"But I am different from you, although you torture me and cut off my ten fingers, I do not take pleasure in torturing you!"

When Fang Yun heard Qin Feng's words, he seemed to be greatly insulted, ignoring the expanding wounds on his body, and shouted loudly.

"Qin Feng, are you humiliating this ......saint? How could I ......?"

Qin Feng's voice was still as cold as a verdict.

"You are not worthy of being a Confucian student, under the Yellow Spring, tens of millions of Confucian students who died in vain under Emperor Wu will not let go of your ......"

Qin Feng clicked, gently pushed the Que Wu Sword back into the Sumeru ring, and said lightly.

"You know for yourself!"

Qin Feng seemed to hear the sound of the wound in Fang Yun's body gradually expanding and tearing.

But at this moment......

"Whoa!"

In Fang Yun's body, there was a sudden sound of flames devouring flesh!

At the moment when Qin Feng turned his head to look, he saw a pitch-black flame flying out of his chest.

Fang Yun turned around calmly and looked at Qin Feng in front of him, the corners of his mouth went up, with a three-point evil aura!

But the pitch-black flame burned more and more vigorously.

"Black fire?"

"How can he still have black fire in his body?"

Qin Feng was about to take out his black fire talisman, and was about to suck out the black fire in Fang Yun's body to stop Fang Yun.

Fang Yun smiled with hatred.

"Qin Feng, I ran away with my life today, and in other days, this shame will be paid back by your Qin Feng family!"

"Our fortune swears here, the enmity between you and me will never die!"

As the words fell, the black flames instantly engulfed Fang Yun's body, and all that remained in the halls of all saints was ashes, which flew violently after the wind blew.

Qin Feng raised his hand and flicked it hard, and Hao Ran Gangfeng immediately swept away the ashes.

Fang Yun's trail had disappeared without a trace.

Obviously, Fang Yun was not burned to death by the black fire.

He should have had a special way to escape and left.

"Let him run away!"

Although Qin Feng felt a little pity, if he wanted to come and dare to enter this temple of saints, he must be ready, completely prepared.

Being able to hit him hard and snatch ten more Confucianism and Taoism supreme holy classics was already making Fang Yun bleed heavily for Qin Feng.

Qin Feng removed the effect of the "Chivalrous Journey" war poem on his body, but was a little frustrated to find that he had cut off ten fingers but still showed no signs of recovery.

He couldn't help but smile wryly and shook his head.

"Confucianism and Taoism can also be chanted by reciting poems, but what should I do if Martial Arts doesn't have both hands and ten fingers?"

If Fang Yun really abolished his ten fingers, Qin Feng would probably only have to spend a lot of money to buy such a treasure in the Demon Realm as the Birth Body Fruit, or to see if the Big Bird Kunpeng had any ancient remedies such as Black Jade Intermittent Cream.

But at this moment, Qin Feng suddenly felt a sharp stinging pain in the sea of consciousness.

It was as if there was a whirlpool in the sea of consciousness, frantically pumping out his mental power like a needle prick!

This made him stumble, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his painful Zhihai.

But at the moment when he covered his forehead, Qin Feng immediately realized something.

When he tried to open his eyes to see, he saw that the ten fingers that had been severed by Qi Palm had grown back at this time.

Even the scars on the half of the palm that had been cut off by Fang Yun had disappeared.

Just like Qin Feng's hands, they had never been attacked enough to leave a disability.

If there was any damage left, it was that Qin Feng was still in great pain now, as if the whole thing had been drained.

"Could it be that in this temple of all saints, all the damage I have suffered can be offset by the consumption of telekinesis?"

Qin Feng covered his forehead, feeling the terrible consumption in the sea of knowledge, and said with a wry smile.

"Just repairing my ten fingers actually consumed almost half of my mental power, which is really not an ordinary price!"

Come to think of it, this should also be the way for the temples of all saints to let the Confucian retreat from the difficulty.

Breaking into Tanhua, Bangyan and Zhuangyuan Academy, it is very likely that a literary battle will break out between the two sides, and after the half-saint literary position, the power of the battle poems is very huge.

Even if you can get away with winning, there is a high chance that you will damage your limbs.

It is certainly not the wish of the sages in the temples of all saints to hand over the souls of the gods, the eyes of the gods, and the champions to be killed or maimed in the temples of all saints.

"Therefore, all the injuries suffered by those of us who enter the temple of all saints can be compensated with telekinesis......"

"But it takes a lot of mental power, and once a lot of mental power is consumed, it is equivalent to making the challenger retreat and challenge it next time. ”

Qin Feng's current state is like this.

"In such a state, there is no way to continue to challenge the godsend......"

"But compared to the lost ten fingers, it's still a huge gain!"

Thinking of this, Qin Feng continued to return to the Bangyan Academy in the Hall of All Saints and regained the ownership of the Bangyan Academy.

However, he summoned the Confucianism Gate and stepped out of the world, returning to Middle-earth.

Zhang Zemu, who was in the Heavenly Dao Jinshi test, scratching his ears and cheeks, and didn't know how to write an article, immediately pounced when he saw Qin Feng coming back.

"Master, Master, are you back?"

"Where have you reached? Have you become a godsend?"

Facing Zhang Zemu's questioning, Qin Feng smiled faintly: "It's a pity......"

"Didn't it work out?"

Zhang Zemu said wistfully: "Yes, these God-given top three, many of them are characters who do not come out of a thousand years, and they are all the strongest people in Confucianism and Taoism at that time......

"Master, compared with them, there is a little gap, it is inevitable, after all, the future is long, you will definitely be able to ......"

Qin Feng saw that Zhang Zemu seemed to be afraid of being discouraged, and kept saying good things to comfort himself, and suddenly felt a little funny.

"I mean, it's a bit of a pity that I had a little trouble in the Temple of All Saints, and I couldn't win the Heavenly Champion in one fell swoop......"

"I just got the God-given list, and I didn't be able to make a big splash and even get in the top three, it's really a pity!"

Qin Feng's voice fell, and Zhang Zemu in front of him only felt that his eyes were about to fall to the ground in fright.

"Heavenly ...... Sky...... God, God's best!"