Dust flew everywhere.
The head of the Zhenwu Dharma Form exploded, but the headless body still maintained its forward posture.
The clay statue of the Saint was still intact, but there were some cracks.
The Saint of the Zhang family deliberately touched the Confucian headscarf on his head and looked at the young vassal king who had probably taken out his trump card. He said sarcastically, "It doesn't hurt. Is that all you can do?"
This person's tone was always strange, but it was exactly as he said. Anyone in the human world who was his enemy, even if it was Hsu Fengnian, could only be an ant trying to shake a tree!
The old Confucian narrowed his eyes and said, "I've already said that with your own fate, it's not enough to fight me tonight. Even if you're unwilling to use the fate of the entire Beiliang, why are you unwilling to gather the fate of the Xu family? Whether it's Xu Weixiong or Xu Longxiang, they're not ordinary people. They're all people with fate. It's okay for you to gather some fate with them. Why do you have to support the situation alone? You're about to die. Why do you care about the details? Don't you, Hsu Fengnian, always joke that you never do a losing deal? "
Hsu Fengnian ignored him and kept silent.
Since he was young, as the eldest son of the Xu family, he was the only one who gave all kinds of rare things to his eldest sister, second sister, and Huang Man'er. He had never asked for anything from them. He had never even thought about it. Just like when he obtained the pair of young Tiger Kui, he did not hesitate to give them to his second sister and Huang Man'er respectively.
When he got the new sword Spring and Autumn from the swordsmith surnamed Qi in Beimang, he also thought of his brother immediately. He thought that he could finally change the wooden sword. When he snatched the River Soldier from Jiang Fuding, he also thought of borrowing the embroidered Winter Spring Thunder from the White Fox face. He could finally return the favor.
Hsu Fengnian had always believed that he had gained too much, so he should not complain and should be generous.
The old Confucian stared at Hsu Fengnian's eyes and sneered, "A falling leaf indicates autumn. The first vassal king of Liyang, who has 300,000 elite cavalry, is actually such an indecisive fool. It's ridiculous!"
Hsu Fengnian said slowly, "You can nag when you win. It's still early."
The Saint of the Zhang family laughed and said, "When I win you, you'll die. Who will I talk to then? Do you want me to nag at a dead person? "
Hsu Fengnian's eyes were firm and his face was cold, "My master Li Yishan, the Chancellor of the Shangyin Academy, Zhang Julu of Liyang, Wei Jingtang of Jizhou, and many others. In my heart, they are the real scholars. It's lucky that you, the Sage of Confucianism, did not dare to show up for hundreds of years. Otherwise, you'll be a laughing stock."
The Saint of the Zhang family did not take it seriously and said with a smile, "It's still too early to say that."
Hsu Fengnian held his breath and concentrated. Since the disappearance of the Zhenwu Dharma Form, it was harder to catch the old Confucian's Qi.
The old man raised his arm and waved it in the air. Suddenly, a three-foot Green Gang Qi appeared.
The old man seemed to be lost in thought and sighed, "Maybe the descendants only know about my knowledge, but they don't know that it was me who started it."
When the Saint of the Zhang family condensed his Qi into a sword, Hsu Fengnian instantly attacked silently.
The old man stood on the spot and twisted his sword-wielding arm behind his back. With a simple sword stance, he blocked the talisman knife that was trying to cut off his head.
After that, no matter which angle the elusive Talisman Saber appeared from, the Saint of the Zhang family only used an ordinary sword-holding stance to defend himself flawlessly.
The two sides' Qi lasted for half an hour.
Hsu Fengnian finally stood 20 steps away from the Saint of the Zhang family.
The old man was still calm and composed. The three-foot Sword Qi in his hand was as powerful as before.
The clay statue of the Saint that he had invited into the mortal world did not disappear. It was still quietly looking at the foot of the mountain.
The old man looked around leisurely and laughed, "Ghost Talisman! It's not bad to use the remnant soul of the Beimang True Dragon in the talisman knife as the talisman gallbladder. However, it's a little far-fetched to use the Divine Lightning Technique of Mount Longhu. What kind of lightning pool is this? How can it summon gods and ghosts? How can it suppress demons? "
There were 21 pocket-sized flying swords hovering around the old man.
The 12 flying swords were given by Đồng Thái. Black Armor, Childhood Sweetheart, Morning Dew, Spring Water, Peach Blossoms, Moth Eyebrows, Vermillion Bird, Yellow Tung, and Golden Thread Tai 'e.
The nine flying swords were later forged by Xu Fengnian according to all kinds of life's will, and earnestly requested Mount Qing Liang's Mohism Master Ju Zi to forge them. They were Fengdu's Old Jiao Du, Yu Shui's Fine Beard, Childish Wild Fox Sheep Fat Ant Shen.
Above each of the motionless flying swords, there was a yellow talisman glittering with golden light floating above them.
The Saint of the Zhang family exclaimed softly and asked curiously, "Why is the word talisman gallbladder missing? The Daoist sects in the world are divided, but at the end of the day, the talisman gallbladder is nothing more than a dozen words in the word aura. The talisman gallbladder has no words. You worked so hard to create this talisman. Where did the spiritual energy come from? "
Hsu Fengnian gripped the hilt of his saber tightly and sighed softly.
This was supposed to be a lightning pool that he used to suppress the Heavenly Being, Tantai Pingjing.
As for what kind of talisman this was, it was obvious.
Since Hsu Fengnian was in Beiliang.
This talisman was naturally the Cold Talisman!
The 21 swords were connected to each other.
The 21 talismans were connected to each other by lightning.
The old man shook his head and said, "When you read to your heart's content, you can read through the rise and fall of a thousand years. What's a small lightning pool?"
The Saint of the Zhang family stood on the spot. He held the sword in one hand and dipped the other in his saliva. He made a gesture of flipping a book.
The pages flipped.
Every time a page was flipped, a flying sword would fall to the ground.
When the last flying sword swayed and fell, Hsu Fengnian held the saber with both hands for the first time and began to run forward.
The Saint of the Zhang family waved his sleeve and dispersed the three-foot aura. He stepped forward and sneered, "Do you really think I'm afraid of your Mountain Sealing Technique?!"
In an instant, the old man's left hand gripped the tip of the saber. Just as the Confucian Saint was about to slap him with his right hand, he stopped and frowned.
A ray of rainbow light suddenly cut through the sky from the Elephant-cleansing Pool, and then fell behind the old man at a faster speed, or in other words, in front of the Saint's clay statue.
The sword was called Snow Armor.
When the sword fell, there was no snow.
But it brought two brilliant beams of light from the sky.
It was like opening the Gate of Heaven!
The Saint of the Zhang family said helplessly, "You're really annoying."
The old man probably wanted to save his strength to deal with the brilliant Gate of Heaven. He just let go of the tip of the saber, then pushed the young lord away and turned around.
The Saint's clay statue seemed to be pulled by someone and slowly slid into the Gate of Heaven. Its towering figure gradually disappeared.
The old man lifted one foot and stepped on the ground one after another.
It landed and took root!
There seemed to be a strong wind blowing behind the old man. His sleeves fluttered as he fell toward the Gate of Heaven.
Hsu Fengnian turned his head to the east and said in a deep voice, "Sword, come!"
Still thousands of miles away, the Peach Blossom Sword God who was flying on the sword laughed and replied, "One Sword Tomb of the Wu family, two hundred thousand swords, is that enough?!"
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