Zhang Yixian had already made up his mind at this moment, and when he saw the attitude shown by the Heavenly Court Envoy, even a normal person could feel the hidden meaning in it.

Since Heavenly Court itself sent people to arrest him, and he also carried the edict of the Jade Emperor, in this case, Zhang Yixian also knew in his heart that the worst result had already appeared, and Yue'er's matter still failed to hide from Heavenly Court.

"It doesn't matter, if people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, even if it's an immortal in the heavenly court. ”

Zhang Yixian pointed at the long sword in his hand, his eyes stared at the three Confucian students opposite, although the aura on their bodies was much higher than Zhang Yixian's at the moment, but as long as their strength did not exceed the realm of immortals, Zhang Yixian was hopeful.

It's not that he can fight one against three, but there is hope for at least a fight in this matter.

Zhang Yixian had already made up his mind to pay attention to the fact that his relationship with Heavenly Court was originally very unfamiliar, but at this moment, the other party actually found himself out because of Yue'er's matter, which showed that Yue'er's life in Heavenly Court must not be easy now.

The more he thought about it, the anger in Zhang Yixian's heart was gradually stimulated, and he snatched away his beloved woman, not to mention, and now he still wants to take an edict to make himself confess his guilt.

Besides, love is a thing that conforms to the way of heaven, but in heaven it is regarded as a taboo like a demon, and even if the gods move their hearts, they will be removed from the divine realm and re-enter the six realms of reincarnation.

Perhaps in this life, there will be no chance to return to Heaven and enjoy the offerings of sentient beings.

Zhang Yixian is not a person who pursues perfection, but under the education of Changhong, in a world of great harmony, the thinking in his mind is naturally a little different from that of the immortals in today's court.

In the final analysis, even if Zhang Yixian is an immortal, he is also an immortal with a 21st century way of thinking, which is naturally different from the immortals of these feudal dynasties, perhaps, this is the generation gap between immortals.

The long sword stood up, and the eyes of both sides were a little competitive, and the two Confucian scholars on the other side just lightly pressed their hands on the hilt of the sword at their waists at the moment, their eyes were guarded, and they did not make a move, obviously they were also quite confident in the strength of this Confucian student.

Zhang Yixian knew that the other party's strength must be higher than his own, and he was also cultivating in the Tribulation Realm at the bottom, but he still did not flinch, but chose to carry it hard, this was not just a dead end, but he was thinking about Heavenly Court to show his attitude, which could be regarded as an alternative oath.

The Confucian scholar at the head stared at the sword in Zhang Yixian's hand, and there were bursts of light in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The next moment, I saw his body take half a step back, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out violently, the movement was elegant and beautiful.

Zhang Yixian's heart was vigilant, and then when he saw Confucian's offensive posture, although he was nervous, but when it came to the critical moment, the performance in his hand was not bad.

Although Confucian Sheng has some cultivation in the realm of tribulation, his swordsmanship is even more upright and powerful, Zhang Yixian did not hesitate, the long sword in his hand also stabbed forward, and then the sword body contained the mana gushing out of the body, which carried the silk belonging to the power of thunder, and the power burst out in an instant, which made people very frightened.

There was a loud "bang", and the two of them finished testing each other.

"In the middle of the Tribulation. ”

"Mahayana consummation. ”

After this level of blow, the two people who were in the confrontation already knew each other's enemies' cultivation in their hearts.

For Zhang Yixian, who only had the perfection of the Mahayana realm, the Confucian students who were the leader couldn't help but despise him a little.

"Hmph, evil obstacles, dare to resist!

Just when Confucian thought that he had figured out Zhang Yixian's strength, he made a move, and a terrifying aura surged on his body, and a strong mana poured out, and on his body, a fierce and brilliant aura rose up.

In the face of this powerful and continuous momentum, Zhang Yixian was a little surprised, and he was secretly comparing the gap between their respective realms in his heart.

When Confucius attacked Zhang Yixian again with a long sword, Zhang Yixian also moved, and the same sword qi in his hand swung out, just blocking Confucian Sheng, and then his figure rushed forward again.

Zhang Yixian decided not to keep it anymore, even if Yuan Yi asked, he would not honestly obey his arrangement.

I always thought that I seemed to be a little dependent on the existence of Yuanyi, and I needed to ask him a lot of things.

However, Zhang Yixian's behavior at this moment was beyond Yuan Yi's expectations.

There were no violent collisions, no loud momentum, just the ordinary sound of metal clashes.

In mid-air, the two long swords clashed again, taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Yixian violently mobilized the mana in his body, and frantically poured into the long sword.

The next moment, the mana that permeated Zhang Yixian's body jumped straight from the tip of the long sword in his hand into the sword of Confucius.

The sound of "Woo Ng" was like the momentum of a flame, and from the outside world, Confucian Sheng had rushed out with murderous aura before, but now he had long lost that momentum, and the Confucian students standing on both sides felt strange, and they also knew the strength of this Confucian Sheng, so they would understand how surprised they were at this moment.

"It's crooked!"

"That's it, he'll stab like this!"

Zhang Yixian didn't hear the conversation between the two, but watched the Confucian who was devoured by his mana a little bit weakened his attack posture.

Zhang Yixian looked at the Confucian who was surprised and dazed, and finally regained a little confidence in his heart, and then, he pulled back the long sword in his hand violently, and came back with the mana he had just gushed out.

With this small bug, Zhang Yixian temporarily won a small victory in the first confrontation.

When Zhang Yixian watched the long sword that had been devoured mana rushing towards him, the long sword that had lost its sharp aura was like an antique.

With just a slight leap and a light side of his body, he had already avoided a blow from Confucius.

"The power of annihilation is really domineering, even if it is a tribulation cultivator, it can't resist a few seconds. Such a result is naturally more powerful for Zhang Yixian at this moment, and when Confucianism reacts, it is already too late.

Between Zhang Yixian and a wave of the long sword in his hand, the whole person's body also leaned forward, and the body still took three or four steps before it stood in a pile of clouds.

Looking at the state that was already at this moment, feeling the aura that was already empty in the hilt of the sword, there was still a little bit of usual contempt on the face of Confucius.

"There are some means, evil obstacles take their lives!" After a short period of adaptation, Confucian had already reacted at this moment, no longer carrying his arm behind his back but pinching a sword trick.

"It's not good, it's dangerous!" The next moment, with the premonition in Zhang Yixian's heart at this moment, Confucian had a positive color on his face, and the clouds in the air were already rushing towards him again.

It is not possible to fight without fighting, Zhang Yixian turned around, and the tip of the sword just collided with the tip of another long sword that rushed straight over, and then, Confucian Sheng actually directly abandoned the defense in front of him, and attacked Zhang Yixian with a hard body.

The sound of "bang, bang, bang" crossed his fists and feet, Zhang Yixian and the man were entangled, and both of them were a little angry in their hearts, so the fight was very intense.

After colliding again, the figures of the two separated, and Zhang Yixian was completely at a disadvantage, so he could only defend passively.

Squinting his eyes, he looked at the Confucian who was swelling in front of him.

In Zhang Yixian's eyes, the momentum of the middle-aged Confucian at the moment was not the strongest, and he didn't understand why this person still had room for it.

The next moment, white light appeared in front of Confucian Sheng, and when he looked at it, directly in front of his body, a fan with ordinary landscape paintings appeared in his eyes.

"Confucianism or Taoism?" felt the mellow atmosphere of Zongzheng coming from the front, somewhat similar to righteousness.

The exquisite light in Zhang Yixian's eyes gradually disappeared.

Confucian Sheng's cultivation is already much higher than himself, and at this moment, he has already taken out some foreign objects, obviously not planning to entangle with Zhang Yixian.

The reason why his aura was a little weak before was because he had sealed his cultivation. Obviously, he wanted to test Zhang Yixian first, but now it seems that Zhang Yixian has lost the value of being tempted by him, so he took out the immortal weapon he carried with him at this moment, ready to take down Zhang Yixian in one fell swoop, although Confucius didn't know why the mana full of his previous sword became empty in an instant, but he didn't plan to care about it.

As soon as the immortal weapon came out, the judgment was made.

It's like two children fighting, one of them has the strength to call his parents, and the other is alone.

The reason why monks can change the heavens and the earth and call for wind and rain is that in addition to their own cultivation, suitable weapons are also very important.

Although he didn't know the role of Confucianism's immortal weapon, Zhang Yixian couldn't help but be curious.

Zhang Yixian stood in place, staring at the painting fan that was constantly emitting light when he was delaying to make money, and began to ponder in his mind.

If he wanted to defeat these three Heavenly Court envoys, Zhang Yixian felt that his time was still a little short, if it was one-on-one, although there was such a difficulty, it would not make people despair.

If you want to win him, you have to pay a little price.

This immortal painting fan is obviously a means prepared by the Confucian body, just in case, and it is taken out at this moment, and it is still absorbing the aura in the air, and the power is definitely not small.

Zhang Yixian was not sure that he would be able to resist such an attack.

If you carry it hard, I'm afraid that all the hole cards of Zhang Yixian at the moment will not add up enough, and not dying will also be a serious injury.

And they couldn't make too much noise, otherwise the other two Confucian scholars standing on the side would definitely not just watch their companions fall into danger.

Zhang Yixian thought about it, but his eyes were staring at the painting fan in front of him, and he had been standing there for more than ten minutes.

After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't find a suitable way to solve the problem in front of him.

"Do you really want to use your body to forcibly carry it down?" Zhang Yixian muttered carefully.

"This can't be done, once you get hurt, the chance of being caught by them is too great, and you can't carry it hard......"

"What else can be done, what else is there !!!"

At this moment, Zhang Yixian's mind was full of thoughts, and he was spinning very fast.

"Wait......"

The thoughts in Zhang Yixian's mind spun rapidly, and suddenly he had a little light, and a possibility came to his mind.

"'Yuan Yi once told me that the power of silence formed by the fusion of the power of incense and mana by my previous chance can devour mana and other incense powers, so what about the mana in the immortal weapon. ”

"In other words, if I use my body to forcibly connect the immortal weapon and release the damage containing mana, I will be swallowed by the power of annihilation when I enter my body?"

"If that's the case............?"

In an instant, Zhang Yixian's mind quickly thought about it, and he paid attention in an instant.

"That's it!!"

Zhang Yixian didn't hesitate anything, at this time, he already felt a little at the end of his rope, and there seemed to be no other better way than to carry it hard.

Zhang Yixian's figure was upright, and the one holding the sword flipped over, and the long sword in his hand was carried behind his back.

Taking a deep breath, he waited for the blow that had been brewing for a long time with his bare chest, and this kind of action looked very crazy.

Zhang Yixian looked at the indifferent Confucian on the other side, and then looked up at the sky where he had snatched one, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

In the next moment, the immortal painting fan that had accumulated enough mana had stopped absorbing it, and instead emitted bursts of immortal light.

At the moment when Zhang Yixian put away his sword and stood up, the Confucian on the opposite side shrank his eyes, as if he had found an opportunity, and the whole person no longer hesitated, and a surge of mana in his hand slapped heavily on the painting fan.

The painting fan is facing Zhang Yixian, the side with the picture is facing Zhang Yixian, which is depicted as a sword of nothingness, and the next moment, the fairy light on the painting fan flashes fairy, and suddenly, the sword depicted on it seems to come to life, exuding a desolate and ancient atmosphere.

Zhang Yixian, who was standing opposite, felt this breath that was beyond the scope of his resistance, and felt a bitterness in his heart.

He was gambling now because he believed what Yuan Yi had said to him, that the mana in his body could devour all mana.

Quietly staring at the Confucian student opposite, he felt the long sword in the painting fan as if it was alive.

The next moment, Zhang Yixian felt that everything around him had disappeared, and only the giant sword that was normally speeding towards him from the opposite side was left in his eyes.

With a "poof" sound, Zhang Yixian instantly spurted out a mouthful of hot blood, and then felt that his body was gradually penetrated by a hot righteous qi, and there was a wry smile in his heart.

The severe pain made Zhang Yixian sober up a lot at the moment, and at this moment there was a more hideous expression on his face, not only looking at the Confucian students opposite, but at the former Heavenly Court, he had resentment in his heart.

Although the aura emanating from the sword in the painting fan destroyed the vitality in his body, feeling the righteous qi that was gradually being swallowed up in his body, Zhang Yixian's bloody face suddenly opened his mouth for no reason, and he smiled unscrupulously.

Then he pointed his middle finger to the sky and cursed wildly.

The next moment, he struck!