However, just as the sword was about to strike the head of the elderly Confucian, it suddenly stopped in midair.
Hsu Fengnian finally moved. Without hesitation, he directly used the Two-Sleeved Green Snake of the old man.
Although he used the Cold Blade, it was the same as Li Chungang's Wooden Bull.
On the stone steps between the two, a thick and brilliant green Sword Essence flowed rapidly like a river.
The old man smiled and said, "A gentleman walks the straight path!"
When the monk took a step forward, the originally still statue of Zhenwu seemed to break free from its restraints. The peach wood sword struck down before the Sword Essence.
The old man raised his left hand and gently held the peach wood sword. At the same time, his right palm met the Two-Sleeved Green Snake.
This kind of leisurely stroll was like a scholar who had studied hard for many years casually picking up a brush and writing on a whim. It was natural and without stagnation.
The aura of a saint!
The monk had straightened his back and walked up the steps step by step. His left hand held the statue of Zhenwu, and his right hand blocked the Two-Sleeved Green Snake.
The peach wood sword of the statue of Zhenwu.
Li Chungang's majestic Sword Essence.
Under the contrast, the old man's steps were slow, but he never stopped.
The old man even had the energy to say, "I'd like to see how long you can hold your breath."
The purple Qi on the statue of Zhenwu the Great Emperor was wavering. Visible cracks began to appear on the wooden sword that was almost as long as a person. From these cracks, countless rays of dazzling light bloomed.
This statue of Zhenwu from the main hall of Wudang's Purple Void Temple was, of course, not the Dharma of Zhenwu the Great Emperor. Hsu Fengnian had long given up on that fate and was no longer involved.
But for some unknown reason, Hsu Fengnian quietly condensed his own fate into it after climbing the mountain. Previously, the young king had jokingly asked Đồng Thái how to arrange his fate after death. The Peach Blossom Sword God's answer was, of course, as carefree as ever. But Hsu Fengnian could not be so carefree. He had too many people and too many things to consider. Asking Fan Xiaochai to search for the wooden sword wanderer was the same. Many seemingly unintentional actions were the same.
The old Confucian scholar's weathered face shone brightly under the purple gas and sword energy. He sneered and said, "King of Beiliang, I don't think you can do it with your own fate energy!"
At the beginning of the magnificent sword force, the young lord said in a deep voice, "Li Yufu, continue your closed-door training!"
The old Confucian took a big step forward and said in a clear voice, "Xu Xiao led his troops to trample the six nations and broke the spines of the Spring and Autumn Dynasties. As a result, the Central Plains were littered with new graves! Now that he's dead, do you really think that the Xu family doesn't need to repay the debt?! "
The boundless energy swords kept shattering in the old man's palm.
The old man was also somewhat angry. He shouted, "Hsu Fengnian! Do you really think no one in this world can kill you? Will I let you do whatever you want?! As long as you don't give up, Xie Guanying's death will be followed by Tantai Pingjing's. Even if Tantai Pingjing dies, there will still be the next person! "
A purple-gold date mark appeared between Hsu Fengnian's eyebrows. He said slowly, "A gentleman walks straight? My Beiliang cavalry guards the border, Hutou City, Crouching Bow City, Luanhe City, and Qingcang City! Only those who die with their backs to the south will die! "
The old Confucian scholar suddenly pushed his right palm forward. At the same time, his left wrist shook slightly.
The entire energy swords were pushed back dozens of feet. The statue of Zhenwu, whose peach wood sword had turned into powder, was thrown back hundreds of feet.
Even when facing Hsu Fengnian, whose combat strength was not at its peak, the old man was able to gain the upper hand from beginning to end. The old man's unfathomable cultivation was enough to shock the world and make ghosts and gods weep.
The old man finally reached the top of the stairs. In his sight, the young lord stood in the distance with a cold saber in his hand. A trace of blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth.
The old man smiled and asked, "Even though you've fallen to such a state, you still don't want to use the entire Beiliang's fate to fight against the enemy?"
Hsu Fengnian spat out the blood clotted in his mouth and took a breath of fresh air.
If he had not been hit by Tuoba's full force hammer, even if the old man's cultivation was profound, he would not have been able to push back the energy swords with one palm even if he could block the energy swords of the mortal world.
Hsu Fengnian twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "My fate is indeed not much, but I still have a chance to keep you on Mount Wudang."
The old man's eyes were full of pity. He said, "I thought you would say, 'Even if I die here, there will still be a King of Beiliang on Mount Qingliang who has the same appearance and height.' What, is this the confidence you have to fight me to the death? When did the leader of 300,000 Beiliang cavalry, the well-deserved grandmaster of martial arts evaluation, become so unambitious? "
Hsu Fengnian tightened his grip on the hilt of his blade.
The old man did not seem to be in a hurry to make a move. It was unclear whether he was worried that both sides would be injured or that both sides would be destroyed. He asked, "Aren't you curious who I am?"
Hsu Fengnian sneered and said, "A stray dog!"
The old man was stunned and then laughed. "You hit the nail on the head."
At the foot of Mount Wudang, there was a purple aura climbing the mountain.
It was the statue of Zhenwu that the old Confucian had casually thrown down the mountain. Although the body of the statue was broken, the purple aura lingering around it was even thicker.
Hsu Fengnian sneered and said, "I'm just curious why you didn't continue to pretend to be a blind zither player in Shangyin Academy's Daode Forest."
The old Confucian nodded and said, "No wonder you were prepared. It was Xu Weixiong who revealed the heavenly secret to you. You're really cautious. Originally, you shouldn't have regarded me as an enemy because of how I took care of the girl surnamed Yu in Shangyin Academy. It's a pity that Tantai Pingjing won't help you now. No matter how many tricks you use, in the end, everything will be for naught. "
Hsu Fengnian held the cold blade in his left hand and held it horizontally in front of him.
He put two fingers of his right hand together and gently stroked the back of the blade.
The old man laughed and said, "An ant trying to shake a big tree."
Hsu Fengnian replied, "There was a disciple of your Confucian school who said that he was overconfident."
The old man waved his sleeves. "Isn't that because I misled him?"
Hsu Fengnian put his two fingers together and stopped at the tip of the blade.
Silently, the cold blade was like a talisman.
Gao Shulu had once been "sealed" by this move.
The old Confucian was still calm and composed. He glanced at the previously ordinary Beiliang Blade and felt as if it contained endless Dao. On the bright blade, there was a faint pitch-black dragon floating around.
However, the old man was still in the mood to praise, "Very interesting."
The person in front of Hsu Fengnian should have been dead for 800 years.
Especially when the Dafeng Dynasty was founded and the status of the Confucian school rose. After that, he was respected by the kings as the most sacred teacher of the dynasty.
Countless civil officials, regardless of whether they were famous or not, accompanied him when he was alive and regarded it as a supreme honor.
The Zhang family's Holy Mansion and the Taoist Master's Mansion of Mount Longhu had been known as the Holy Mansion for 800 years.
However, no one really thought that the Zhao family could be compared to the Zhang family, especially in the hearts of the scholars in the world. The Zhao family was probably not even worthy of carrying the shoes of the Zhang family.
This inconspicuous old Confucian.
He was the first generation Saint of the Zhang family.
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