Zhang Yixian's eyes stared at the sudden attack of the long sword, and the sword qi with a slight thunderous aura on the sword body made his skin feel a tingling pain.

At this moment, a cut had been made in his arm, and he was injured, plus there was some turmoil in his body when the dancer collided with him before.

Zhang Yixian was at a disadvantage from the beginning, which made him, who was originally a little light, slowly pay more attention to it.

Gently treated the wound, and fought with the sword in one hand and the long sword controlled by Confucius in the air, and the tinkling sound was endless. Even the occasional sparkle or two erupts in the air.

Zhang Yixian's entire sword momentum was disrupted, and he was completely in a passive situation.

"No! if you continue like this, you'll lose. ”

After receiving more than a dozen moves from Confucian in a row, Zhang Yixian also felt a little struggling, and because of the shoulder injury, his performance had been affected.

Zhang Yixian decided not to wait any longer, he decided to make a move against the water.

The long sword in his hand increased its strength, and the long sword that no one held in the air slammed away, and then the whole person stepped back more than a foot.

After a few breaths of heaviness and another wipe of the sweat from his forehead, Zhang Yixian stood up and stared at the person who put a lot of pressure on him.

"Stop it, come back with me to accept the sanctions of Heavenly Court, maybe you still have a way out. The Confucian body spoke, and at the same time, he did not control the long sword in the air to attack Zhang Yixian.

In Confucius's opinion, the city god in front of him was just a small character stored under the heavenly court, and if it wasn't for his own face, he wouldn't bother to speak.

That's right, at this moment, it is a little difficult for Confucian himself to control the breath in his body, as he devours more mana, the more powerful it is, and he can suppress it with all his strength.

Because of this simple breath, Confucius had to speak, so as not to lose face in front of the two people who were also standing in his life.

"No way. ”

Zhang Yixian still decisively refused.

Now that he has made a choice, and he has made a move against the person from Heavenly Court, there is no room for retreat, this person obviously wants to use a psychological offensive to disintegrate himself.

After understanding, Zhang Yixian did not rush to attack, but put away his long sword, looked at the Confucian on the opposite side and said, "What does Heavenly Court mean?"

"Cut your godpower!"

"That's all?"

"That's all!"

“............”

With a simple conversation, Zhang Yixian already understood that this Confucian was lying to himself.

Seducing a princess of the heavenly court to move her heart privately, such a crime is very serious, just like the father of the mythical and legendary Erlang God, not only did he die, but he was ordered by the Jade Emperor to destroy the whole family.

Although it is a myth and legend, it is not necessarily fake.

Moreover, since he has drawn a clear line with Heavenly Court, he no longer has to deliberately curry favor with Heavenly Court, which will be even more hypocritical.

Moreover, now that the world is in turmoil, and the power of all kinds of cause and effect is at a strong time, even Da Luo Jinxian is probably not willing to be contaminated with such an aura.

This is also destined to make the cultivation of the envoys sent into the human world by the Heavenly Court not too strong, and the Heavenly Dao does not allow the human world to have strength above the realm of transcending the Tribulation.

In this way, Zhang Yixian only needs to enter the realm of tribulation. He was safe, albeit temporarily.

After a short period of thought, Zhang Yixian also understood the bends, and the Confucian Sheng who could only stare dryly on the other side looked at Zhang Yixian with a pensive look, and his heart was happy, but then, his face showed a look of disappointment.

"Don't force me to do it, there are three people on my side!" Confucius said very heavily this time, and his eyes when he looked at Zhang Yixian had changed.

"Tell me how Yue'er is?"

"Hmph, you think I'm going to tell you what you are now, unless you abandon your sword and be bound. ”

“............”

After groaning for a while, when he looked up again, Zhang Yixian's eyes showed a smile, and then he showed his white teeth and said loudly: "I surrender!"

When Confucius heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then as if he had come to his senses, his face began to turn red.

And the other two people standing behind him were faintly happy when they heard this scene.

For them, this time in the lower realm, after completing the task, they will inevitably be different after they go back, and their treatment will be adjusted before.

"You put down your sword and walk slowly. ”

After the previous lesson, although the Confucian students had no other expressions on their faces, they had secretly pinched their handprints behind their backs, and then when everyone didn't pay attention, the sky above them was also silently condensed, and a trace of rich thunder aura surged from all directions, and then became more and more intense.

When Zhang Yixian's whole person was about to approach Confucius, Zhang Yixian raised his eyebrows, Confucian's heart jumped, and he couldn't care about anything else, and then the palm stretched out behind his back had already made a move, raised it above his head, and grabbed it towards the void.

It is also strange to say that after this ridiculous action of Confucius, the originally somewhat gloomy clouds began to rage violently, and the breath carrying the power of thunder was converging, and then an arm-thick thunderbolt was directly formed in Confucius's hand, and the next moment, it was violently withdrawn towards Zhang Yixian's position.

For no reason. Suddenly hit by the power of thunder and lightning in the sky, Zhang Yixian was about to react, when a tingling and painful feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.

With a "bang", Zhang Yixian, who was hit by a huge thunderbolt, stood directly in the clouds.

Everyone was stunned by the scene, even Confucian Sheng couldn't imagine that he would electrify such a person with one blow.

Slowly, feeling the slowly disappearing breath on Zhang Yixian's body, a slight smile also appeared on Confucian Sheng's face.

"It's finally done. "Confucius almost fell down at this moment.

Fortunately, the other two people behind him saw that the momentum was not right and immediately ran over, just in time to catch the Confucian who was about to land.

The three of them looked at Zhang Yixian, whose aura on his body was already weak, and Confucian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this is a dead end, if it weren't for the rich reward of Heavenly Court, there would still be some credit to be gained.

When he stepped forward and made sure that the aura on Zhang Yixian's body had almost dissipated, Confucian Sheng couldn't suppress it anymore, and the momentum in his body exploded instantly.

It turned out that the subtle power in his body had finally not been wiped out by him, but had absorbed a lot of spiritual energy by it and slowly grew stronger.

The next moment, Confucius only felt that the mana in his body was swallowed up by that powerful aura, and then looked at the sky above him and smiled.

But in the next moment, a mutation protruded, and the mana that broke out of his body did not dissipate in the air, but rushed towards Zhang Yixian's body.