"It is appropriate to be righteous and respect the virtuous!"
"Killing relatives, respecting virtuous people, etc. are all born of etiquette!"
"Benevolence, justice, propriety and wisdom are the four virtues of heaven and the four ends of earth!"
"..."
The seven people immediately divided into formations, and six people returned to the Double Yi Sword Formation. The remaining old Confucian disciple with the strongest strength forced himself to practice, wielded the Junzi Sword, cut into the remaining three Double Yi Sword Formations, and forged the Four Yi Swords.
Array.
The power was even greater. Auras of awe-inspiring energy intertwined, and the internal energy trembled. In an instant, an extremely powerful aura burst out from the seven sword bodies.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The vitality of heaven and earth within a radius of several tens of feet trembled, and the elderly Confucian disciple at the core even had his internal organs trembling. The meridians in his body were swollen and painful, his blood was boiling, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth unconsciously.
"A stick of incense!"
"I can still hold on!"
"The way of a gentleman is not to kill, but to be virtuous and upright!"
He forcibly stabilized his breath, connected the energy of the three double sword formations, and danced the swords to meet the fierce attacks of the seventeen killers around him.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
There were another burst of extremely rapid strikes and collisions of weapons, and weak sword energy was swayed. Dozens of people were fighting in one place.
"Sword formation!"
"This is the weakest place, attack here with all your strength!"
Seventeen killers in different clothes attacked in succession. After dozens of breaths, he felt...the defense of the seven Confucian disciples in front of him.
The attack is suspended.
Looking at each other, the power of seven people stopped the attack of seventeen of them?
The power of the sword array!
It is worthy of being the leader of hundreds of schools, but the sword formation is ultimately just a trick, how can it last long?
Moreover, some of them have been injured, and the strength of the seven of them is also different. As a killer for many years, the sword formation has been encountered several times.
If you want to break through the sword formation, you have to hit the snake seven inches!
Any sword formation has weaknesses, and there is no perfect sword formation!
A young man in brown linen clothes held a slender sword and pointed it at one of the seven Confucian disciples in front of him. From the constant attacks, one could vaguely detect the strength of the seven people.
There are strengths and weaknesses!
It means change!
Change means flaws!
The next moment, another round of attacks came, approaching the weakest young Confucian disciple among the seven.
Suddenly, without warning, the pressure rose sharply, a surging force swept across, and the pace suddenly became chaotic. Every step was wrong, and the four sword formations that were forcibly assembled collapsed faintly.
The young disciple who bore the brunt of the attack was directly injured.
After a successful attack, the seventeen killers did not hesitate and once again attacked the weak point with force. The killer...killed the strong with the weak...it was an ordinary thing.
"not good!"
Zhang Liang's solemn expression suddenly changed.
I thought I could deal with them with the strength of seven people, but now... the four-yin sword formation is unstable and has become a double-yin sword formation, and the power of direct confrontation is much weaker.
"Junior brother Zifang, withdraw!"
"Wait until you use the Double Yi Sword Formation, and hold on as long as possible!"
No matter how hard it was for the elderly Confucian disciple at the core of the Four Hundred Sword Formation to hold on, the tyrannical power was intertwined with the chaotic power, and the damage was directly aggravated.
Without hesitation, he hurriedly whispered.
The next moment, the four sword formations disappeared and returned to the three double sword formations.
"kill!"
A hit is enough to hit the target, and there is no way to leave a backhand behind.
Use your inner strength with all your strength, and use your sword to kill with all your might.
Phew! Phew!
Use more to hit less!
Use the killer's weird methods to attack the gentleman's integrity!
After dozens of breaths, the two Confucian disciples used the Double Yi Sword Formation to attack their bodies with swords, and the swords penetrated the front and back of the internal organs.
No life left at all.
"Junior Brother Zi Xing!"
"Junior brother!"
The combat power of seven people has been reduced to five people!
The remaining Confucian disciples looked sad and angry, these killers... deserved to be killed.
Who are they?
Why attack and kill them?
"kill!"
None of the seventeen killers were injured.
The action did not stop and he attacked again.
After another dozens of breaths.
Of the five Confucian disciples who could fight, another double sword formation collapsed, leaving only three who could fight.
The most powerful Confucian disciple at the peak innate level is now facing the siege of eight killers. His clothes are in tatters and his aura is in disorder.
Zhang Liang and his junior disciples of similar strength were faced with the siege of nine assassins in the Shuangyi Sword Formation, and their internal energy was consumed by more than seven levels.
All over his body, the edge of the sword left traces of blood. He was originally elegant and elegant, but now he is in a state of disgrace.
"Your strength is not weak, and your status is not low among Confucianists."
Eight people were trapped and killed.
A series of merciless blows fell on the strongest Confucian disciple. When there was a flaw, the Gentleman's Sword flew out.
Immediately, a long sword passed through his chest from behind.
His figure stagnated, and he was struck by weapons one after another.
The long knife suddenly swung by, the head flew into the void, blood spurted out, the body was heavy to the bottom, soaking in a grassland full of spring.
"The three masters of Confucianism and the three heroes of Qilu!"
"Zhang Liang!"
"Zhang Zifang!"
"Do you know why I kept you last?"
The remaining two sword formations were broken, and the young Confucian disciple next to Zhang Liang was stabbed in the chest with a sword, and then another sword fell on his throat.
The head was kicked away by someone, rolled into the distant Weishan Lake, and fell into it.
The other Confucian disciples who were seriously injured but not dead have also been covered with cold glows, and their lives have been completely wiped out.
Only...a man with disheveled clothes and long hair was left.
Holding the sword in one hand, he was gasping for air. His internal strength had been exhausted. There were many scars all over his body, and his blood was flowing, making him even weaker.
"Are you waiting for me?"
"In that case, why kill people!"
Zhang Liang looked at the man who spoke. He was nearly middle-aged. The memories in his mind were rolling over and he didn't recognize him.
No impression whatsoever.
Even if they have only met once before, they will feel familiar when they meet again for the second time. Are they doing it for themselves?
Is it your own enemy?
After the fall of Korea, he went to Songhai. Ten years passed by, and everything happened in the past. In the land of Songhai, he had no enemies.
No grudges against others?
Is he Songhai’s former enemy?
As he spoke, he looked at the killers coming up around him. He was not frightened, but just a little regretful. He didn't expect that he would die here?
As expected, I should die better.
It will be more respectable!
"You will know when it's your turn to know."
"The sword in your hand is pretty good, Lingxu in the sword manual!"
"Destroy all his cultivation, cut off his hand tendons and hamstrings, and take him away!"
The man didn't say much anymore, and they didn't understand the specifics. They were told by their superiors that as a killer... you have to do more and talk less to last longer.
"Just leave it to me."
Suddenly.
A word came from the side of everyone, it was light and gentle, like the wind blowing.
"..."
"Lord...Hidden Sun!"
"Lord Hidden Sun!"
"Meet the adults!"
The expressions of the seventeen killers did not change. Zhang Liang was not waiting to be dealt with, and they quickly looked towards the place where the voice came from.
A man holding a sword stood about ten feet away.
He actually didn't know when the other party appeared.
He was an ordinary Qin city guard with light armor, his hair was tied in a light-feathered helmet, and he wore a black mask to hide his face.
Only the sword in his hand became the focus of the seventeen people's attention.
It was a long sword that was exuding blood-red sword energy at the moment. The tip of the sword was rounded and there was a gap in the center of the sword body, which was wide on the outside and narrow on the inside.
A blood-red sun mark appeared on the hilt of the sword, and as the blood-red sword energy rolled around the sword body, it was faintly covered.
This place covers the sun, and it is overcast and dark during the day. This is one of the Eight Swords of the King of Yue - covering the sun.
The person holding this sword is the master of the Sun Covering Sword.
As for impersonation?
Tired of living!
Among Tianzi's first-class assassins, they are all very high-status beings. How could this gentleman appear here? Even so, he did not dare to be rude, and he knelt down half-kneeling, leaning on his sword and bowing his head.