When Zongheng's sword energy dissipated little by little, the black shadow standing in place gradually became clearer.

After the peach blossoms fell and the shadow of the sword dissipated, the surface of Yin Shen's body was covered with layers of extremely powerful Huangmeng Haoran aura, but it was not exactly like Mo Fanchen's aura of reading sages' books, but a kind of Gu Yusheng who was bearing the crown.

Li felt the sage’s admonitions!

Measure in feet.

Measure by law!

Yin Shen's own aura of awe-inspiring power was not very strong, and it was completely inferior to Mo Fanchen's strength accumulated through the saint's classics. But in his hand, he had a jet-black ruler.

It was that ruler that blocked almost all of Gu Yusheng's attacks.

In other words, he relied on that ruler to win an invincible position.

As the Holy Court's teaching.

Obtained part of the power given by the Holy Court!

Even so.

Yin Shen's face was not pretty, and he stared at the ruler in his hand. There was a crack on it, and his black monk's robe was cut into pieces by the sword wire, like smoke floating away.

The aura of awe-inspiringness in his body dissipated, the ruler also became dim, the colorful peach blossoms slid down his cheeks, and drops of blood seeped out.

Until now.

Only then did Yin Shen truly feel the fear of Gu Yusheng's swordsmanship.

Especially the crack that had not yet dissipated made him feel frightened and his soul trembled. Although his inner energy was chaotic and he suffered a lot of damage, Yin Shen still pretended to be nonchalant.

"Futian Sword Jue." Yin Shen's eyes fell on Gu Yusheng, with a murderous intent in his eyes, "You are the disciple of Qin Jiu, the sword bearer."

Gu Yusheng held his sword on the ground with one hand, trembling, and stood up with difficulty. The spiritual power in his body had dried up, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was stained with cracked lips. His eyes were still bright, and he let the peach blossoms fall from his face.

If it slips and the wind blows, he seems to be falling over at any time.

But only the word 'Qinjiu' supported his belief and prevented him from falling.

"Master."

"Qin wine."

Gu Yusheng said.

although.

The always rigid Mr. Qin never allowed Gu Yusheng to call him his tutor.

But Gu Yusheng never dared to be disrespectful to Mr. Qin in the slightest.

Mr. Qin is the sword in Gu Yusheng's heart.

He is his guide in the way of swordsmanship.

Looking at Yin Shen's forward figure.

Gu Yusheng took a deep breath.

He didn't even have the strength to raise the sword that supported his body.

But he still wanted to draw the sword.

Suddenly the wind blew in the peach forest.

Yin Shen, who used a ruler as a weapon, took a step forward, and a corner of his clothes was strangely cut off.

Sword energy?

Yin Shen frowned slightly.

He had already seen that Gu Yusheng at this time had no spiritual power at all and was exhausted.

What's this?

Yin Shen didn't understand.

He doesn't need to understand either.

Absolute realm crushing.

You can make him ignore any rules!

He took another step forward.

laugh.

There was a sword mark on his arm.

He didn't care at all.

But the sword marks on his arms began to ooze blood, and the blood flowed down the arms and dripped to the ground.

Yin Shen stopped.

Faintly.

He heard the clang of swords!

His fingers converged into his eyes.

The world in front of you.

It finally became crystal clear.

It was a series of vertical and horizontal invisible swords.

It is not condensed with sword energy.

But the sword intention!

Use your heart as your sword.

Mind the soul!

"What a thought as a sword!"

Yin Shen looked at Gu Yusheng who was standing motionless and couldn't help but praise him.

"There are three thousand swordsmen in the Holy Court, none of them can defeat me!"

"If you don't care about Yu Sheng."

"If you have nothing to do with the Mo family."

"I will lead you into the Holy Court."

"pity……"

There was a trace of regret on Yin Shen's face.

"You are Gu Yusheng."

Yin Shen rotated the ruler in his hand, and the saint's words flew out from the ruler one by one, constantly colliding with Gu Yusheng's sword moves condensed with his sword intention.

The sword clanked.

Occasionally.

A sword mark will be left on Yin Shen's body, and blood will ooze out.

"You are Qin Jiu's disciple. It is not a shame for me to lose to you in sword fighting."

"And this is your last pride!"

Yin Shen stretched his right hand forward, and in the palm of his hand, an order of the Holy Court was condensed. That order of the Holy Court was extremely mysterious.

The word "Confucian Temple" can be vaguely seen.

The bookbox behind Gu Yusheng trembled, and the sealed books inside were about to fly into the Confucian Temple.

"That's it."

Yin Shen looked at Gu Yusheng's expression, a little joking.

"I will not kill you with my own hands."

"You have a determined destiny."

Destined fate?

Gu Yusheng used the sword intention transformed from his spiritual thoughts to form a one-foot wall in front of him to prevent the book behind him from being taken away.

There is no predetermined destiny!

Gu Yusheng smiled.

He never believed in his destiny.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

If so.

You should also take a look at it by splitting it with your own sword!

"ah!"
To be continued...