"Look, what is that?" As one person in the martial arts temple exclaimed, everyone looked up.

The thundercloud showed no sign of dissipating, and bursts of golden light loomed in the rolling clouds.

"What's going on with Qi Mu? First, he showed his cultivation in the sage realm, and even more, he elicited visions of heaven."

"Don't forget Qi Mu's age. He is a sage at twenty-one years old!"

Thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and golden light burst out frequently.

No, we must not let this heavenly merit fall. If Qi Mu can use this merit to create Linglong Heart, the consequences will be disastrous.

Lu Xing made a quick decision, left the ancient temple in his hand, and rushed towards the thunder clouds in the sky.

"Third uncle, you go and destroy the thunder clouds in the sky, and I'll hold them back."

Chu Chu was not hesitant and jumped towards Jiutian.

Lu Xing used his fingers as swords and used his own sword intent to intercept the afterglow of merit falling in the air, and a huge golden sword energy gathered in the air.

The sword energy dispersed into thousands of lines in the air, killing like falling rain towards the heaven-given sword in front of Qi Mu.

"Lu Xing, are you preventing me from entering the realm of Confucianism?" Qi Mu was furious. He never thought that merit would be sent down from the sky. He was about to have the hope of entering the realm of Confucianism, but Lu Xing was about to disturb him.

Facing the sword energy that was about to fall, Qi Mu couldn't take action at all. The sword spirit in the God-given sword was extremely overbearing and even wanted to turn against the guest and make Qi Mu become its sword slave.

Gongsun Chang and four warriors quickly came to Qi Mu and used their fists and kicks to disperse all the falling sword energy at the cost of their own lives.

"All the soldiers listened to the order and formed a bloody battle formation to help Gongsun Chang reach the seventh floor of martial arts - the mountain top realm!" Qi Mu gritted his teeth and ordered, and the battle between the ancient sword spirit and him became intense.

"Blood Evil Formation!" Everyone in the martial arts temple changed their expressions after hearing this. Dong Ran relied on this vicious formation to defeat the Zhou Dynasty's army.

There is a rumor in the world that eight thousand blood evil spirits can defeat half a Confucian saint!

"Soldiers in red armor, I am willing to die for the young prince, and wish me a long life in the east!" The soldiers in red armor changed their formations, their faces turned red, their internal organs seemed to be burning, and blood evil gathered in the battle formation.

Gongsun Chang's face was moved. When he heard the word "blood evil", he half-squinted one eye. Everyone in the world knows that the power of blood evil can shake the world, but they don't know that after a blood evil, few people survive.

Gongsun Chang came to the formation, and the force of blood lifted him up. A virtual image of blood-colored armor appeared behind him. As time went by, the blood-colored armor became more solid.

"Drink!" Gongsun Chang groaned, and the blood armor merged. Except for his head, everything else on his body was attached to the blood armor.

A bloody staircase appeared out of thin air under his feet. Gongsun Chang gritted his teeth and walked up. He took five steps with all his strength.

At this point, the blood path took shape, and the aura on Gongsun Chang's body jumped up at an astonishing speed, reaching the top of the mountain.

Seeing this, Lu Xing's expression changed slightly, and he punched out, causing some of the cold sword energy to leave his body, knocking back the four middle and third floor warriors who were besieging him.

"Gongsun Chang must not be allowed to have a real mountain top, otherwise it will cost even more."

How could Lu Xing not know the power of the Blood Evil Formation? When he threw the ancient temple out, he had left a lot of ice-cold sword energy in order to fight against the Blood Evil Formation.

Taking advantage of several warriors being delayed by the cold aura, Lu Xing rushed in front of Gongsun Chang and unleashed all his cold sword energy, spreading like chains towards the surrounding blood energy.

The blood energy receded when it met the ice, and was stopped from rising into the sky. Lu Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief: the last action of the blood evil formation was to communicate the great road between heaven and earth. As long as this process was interrupted, what Gongsun advocated would be

False mountain top.

"What's going on? Why is the blood energy out of control?" Gongsun Chang looked ugly, and the cold sword energy was too overbearing, making the blood energy not dare to step forward.

Gongsun Chang started his fist again, and hit the ice crystal as thin as a cicada's wing with his powerful right fist. Before the fist could even touch it, he was suppressed by a supreme sword intention. The slightest bit of cold air made the fist move go to nothing.

The hard iron fist landed on the ice crystal without even making a sound.

"This is not the will of the sword, it is the way of the sword, it is the charm of the Dao!" Gongsun Chang finally understood why the blood energy retreated and retreated again and again, and why the blood path could not be mobilized. This afterglow of the avenue from the superior was definitely not caused by the five-step blood path under his feet.

Can handle it.

Gongsun Chang made a prompt decision and chose to abandon the trapped blood channel and jump out of the bloody formation. He did not think that Lu Xing would be his opponent in close combat.

On the sixth level of martial arts, one's power is boundless, his energy is boundless, and he can defeat all methods with one move.

Lu Xing's face turned pale. He didn't expect Gongsun Chang to be so decisive and give up the mountain top he had wanted to climb his whole life.

At this moment, Lu Xing was at the end of his strength. The Ice-Cold Sword Qi had been used up, and his natal sword Qi was still left in the ancient temple. Frequent use of his sword power had also exhausted the spiritual consciousness in Niwan Palace.

"Lu Xing, suffer death!" Gongsun Chang was extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye he passed through the blockade of the cold sword energy, and his blood-red fist was about to hit Lu Xing's face.

"Hey, I hope the academy won't remember me..." Lu Xing sighed incoherently, and threw out the two characters held in his left hand. The characters were covered with golden light, and the light paper was swayed by the wind of the fist.

Gongsun Chang's fist could no longer advance even an inch.

The two words "Wen" and "Tao" exude the afterglow of the great road, like water waves, turning the surrounding aura of heaven and earth into awe-inspiring righteousness.

Before the thunderclouds in the sky dissipated, a golden light ripped through the sky above the Confucian Temple, and a majestic figure appeared on the sea of ​​clouds. A big golden hand gathered by the clouds and mist pressed down on the two words "文" and "道".

"How dare you steal my Confucian way, Xiaoxiao!"

Gongsun Chang's eyes widened. He couldn't figure out how Lu Xing invited the Confucian sage Xu Ying, and what did it mean to steal the Tao?

He wanted to get away from the words "Wen" and "Tao", but he was restrained by countless awe-inspiring righteousness, and the golden hand gathered by the clouds and mist hit him hard, and "Wen" and "Tao" also dimmed.

Lu Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, hey, taking advantage of the opening of the Wen Dao ruins and the slightest crack in the way of heaven, he wrote "Wen" and "Tao" to steal the charm of Confucianism and Taoism, which will certainly make Confucianism and Dao angry.

The Confucian Temple three hundred feet away.

All the disciples of Yingtian Academy looked angry, it was unreasonable that someone would dare to covet the Confucian path.

Thousands of scholars in the temple looked up at the sky, still not recovered from the virtual image of the Confucian saint. Looking at the towering back and the hair on the neck, they looked very much like the stone statue of Confucius.

"This kid..." Chu Xiuming smacked his lips and kept mumbling in his mind: Why are you so bold? You are really not afraid of Confucianism and Taoism beating him to death.

"but……"

Chu Xiuming's right hand touched his waist, but found nothing. He suddenly remembered that the ancient temple had been given away, so he stood with his hands behind his hands in desperation, looking at the southern sky, his voice trembling slightly.

"This kid seems to have made a mistake. After defeating a powerful martial artist, he provoked an even more untouchable being."

Chu Xiuming quickly looked away, fearing that he would be targeted by this most deviant master in Confucianism.

The virtual image of the Confucian saint above the Confucian Temple had just disappeared, and a golden light flashed across the sky in the extreme south, like a scorching sun.

"Who is blocking God's auspiciousness? Even my disciples, Meng Zhong, dare to bully me!"

A jet-black ruler split the thundercloud, revealing Chu Chu and the ancient temple that were blocking the auspiciousness. With another blow, Chu Chu, the majestic warrior on the top of the mountain, was shot down.

The ancient temple was also knocked down by this blow. The sword spirit inside was buzzing, and the sword intention left by Lu Xing was also blown away. The natal sword spirit immediately escaped from the trap.

The original sword energy glared at the ancient temple sword spirit who had stolen the sword energy, but now he had no time to see it. A thought controlled the ancient temple sword body, soared into the air again, and headed towards the shadow in black clothes in the sky.

"Hey, it's a nice sword, but it's a pity..."

The ink-colored ruler fell again, seemingly planning to break the ancient temple sword.

A burst of ice-cold sword intent erupted from the ancient temple sword body. The surrounding thunderclouds and auspicious clouds condensed into small pieces of ice crystals at a speed visible to the naked eye. Frost and snow hung in the sky, as if the sword body shook and would fall all over the sky.

Frost.

The ink-colored ruler paused in front of the ancient temple, as if afraid of the frosty atmosphere ahead.

"Lu Xing, fight or not?"

The tone was cold and the voice was as childish as a three-year-old child's. It sounded in Lu Xingniwan Palace in the form of thoughts.

"How do you have intelligence? Why didn't I know for a long time?" Lu Xing asked with narrowed eyes.

"Oh, you have been meditating in Longhu Mountain for three years, and I have only been practicing for three years. Spiritual wisdom will naturally be born." The voice of Benming Jianqi was a little anxious, as if he was not satisfied with Lu Xing's erroneous answer.

"How to fight? If the eldest sister's full sword falls, the entire Jiacheng will be razed to the ground, making it impossible to fight."

Lu Xing frowned. The sword energy of his destiny was too powerful. Once it was used, no one in the entire Jiacheng except himself and Chu Chu would be able to survive under the sword. It was also because of this that he united with the ancient temple sword spirit to fight against the sword.

steal.

"Those who can fight, do it at my expense. A cicada cries for seven years, and a short-lived epiphyllum loses its beauty in one year..."

The sound of the natal sword energy was very small, and was covered by Chu Chu's roar. It wanted to repeat it angrily, but was stopped by Lu Xing's soft murmur.

"Let's take a look first, don't be impatient." You can't hear the voice of your thoughts clearly, but Lu Xing is very reluctant to let go of this voice - the tone of his sister is also the same when she speaks.

"It doesn't matter who you are, Meng Zhong, just hit me hard first."

Chu Chu stepped into the sky, and the wind and thunder in his right fist changed. The closer he got, the more obvious the lines on his body became.

"Ha," Meng Zhong smiled lightly and said, "Repay the other person with his own way."

The fist stopped three inches in front of Mo Pao, and Chu Chu used another force to close the distance by two inches.

"Boom!" Like a meteor falling, Chu Chu was knocked down by an astonishing force, leaving a big crater on the ground.

Immediately, in the smoke and dust in the sky, Chu Chu walked out like a normal person. He raised his head and looked at Meng Zhong in the clouds, grinning: "It's boring to fight with Confucianism like you. It's a matter of life and death. If you don't gamble with the great road,

, I really can’t hurt you.”

Huo Luo, Chu Chu sat cross-legged, with his five hearts pointing to the sky. But the sky was cracked...

A ray of red light burned across most of the sky, and in the ravines of the fire, fire that looked like blood flowed out.

In this way, not only the two civil and military temples, but also the ten-mile Jia City, most of Youzhou saw a ravine of blazing fire in the sky, and even a flame that looked like drops of blood was crumbling, and seemed to fall at any time.

"God spare my life? Please don't burn the harvest piles." The farmer in the mountains fell to his knees and kowtowed his head over and over again.

"Is it possible that there is a strange phenomenon coming from birth?" The scholar in the teahouse said in shock. He looked through the books in his mind and still couldn't figure out what it looked like.

"Don't stare at it. If you stare for too long, you will be attracted by this Tao, which will do no harm to your future enlightenment." The woman in purple was holding a short girl, walking on the white salt-alkali land.

…

Meng Zhong's ink clothes had a few wrinkles, he raised his hand and threw the ruler into the fiery ravine, his calm tone was a little helpless.
Chapter completed!