Of course, if a weapon is needed, the big sword is the first choice. The psychic weapon is now fully activated. Hang Tianyi has no way of estimating how powerful it will be once it is used.
The moment Shang Fang's sword was unsheathed, Shen Mu's eyes seemed to lose light for an instant, and an indescribable sharp aura shot out, already three feet in front of him.
In the crisis of life and death, he formed seals with his hands, and the concentrated Confucian power instantly made him dignified and sacred. At this time, Hang Tianyi was like a clown, waving weapons in front of a giant.
Hang Tianyi secretly appreciated that in Confucianism, there are kingly ways and domineering ways. What Shen Muzhi practiced was obviously domineering.
At this moment, his swordsmanship was fully unleashed. It was not the swordsmanship of a sword master, nor the swordsmanship of the Holy Saint, but a Confucian sword with the meaning of Confucianism.
Moreover, this is different from Shen Muzhi's hegemony, and it is the kingly way most advocated by Confucianism.
But no matter whether they are kingly or domineering, Confucians know that at this moment, the two people came into the air and after fighting for several rounds, they passed each other.
"I didn't expect you to have such attainments in Confucianism!" The shock in Shen Muzhi's eyes was not concealed at all.
Hang Tianyi said: "I have been to Qingyun Academy and got the opportunity of some Confucian sages. This is not entirely my thing!"
"You also need to understand the things of the Confucian sages and enter the realm of Zifu. In fact, you also understand that this realm is the beginning of your own way, but before that, we must have a foundation!" Shen Muzhi said.
Hang Tianyi said: "I think that the beginning of my path is not the realm of Zifu, but the realm of returning to immortality. The realm of Zifu only opens the door, but it has not yet stepped in, because the skills we practice can reach The realm of Zifu!"
After hearing Hang Tianyi's words, Shenmu Shizi suddenly became enlightened about some things that he had not understood in the past on the path of spiritual practice.
"I think we met a little late. If we had met earlier, maybe there wouldn't be all this mess between us!" Shen Muzhi said.
"Perhaps, some things are destined to begin with!" Hang Tianyi said.
Shen Muzhi nodded, and a long sword appeared in his hand. Under the infusion of true energy, the sword light lit up, bright and dazzling.
Hang Tianyi swung his sword to attack him. His Confucian skills were not something that could be summarized as kingly or domineering, but were the result of the great wisdom of the Confucian sages of the past dynasties.
But Confucian exercises have always been biased towards the royal way.
The so-called royal way is supported by the idea that the people are more important than the king, and what Haoran's righteousness needs is this basic strength.
Hegemony did not exist in Confucianism from the beginning. In Hang Tianyi's memory, in the previous life on earth, Mencius was the one who advocated kingship, and Xunzi was the one who advocated hegemony.
Both of these two people are extremely outstanding figures in Confucianism, but for more than two thousand years, Mencius' status seemed to be slightly higher than Xunzi's, and he was regarded as a minor sage by Confucianists.
In this world, there is no trace of these people, but there is Old Master Kong. Until now, Hang Tianyi has not figured out what kind of world this is.
After a few moves, Hang Tianyi took a breath of energy, raised his body nearly half a foot away, and struck out with a sword from a high position.
This sword was completely driven by Haoran's righteousness. At this moment, he was like a mountain standing between heaven and earth, unmoving.
Shen Muzhi's eyes lit up. He swung his long sword and struck five or six swords in succession. Each sword contained supreme sharpness.
Obviously, he wanted to use sharpness to overcome Hang Tianyi's bluntness, and use skill to overcome clumsiness.
At this time, Hang Tianyi's swordsmanship suddenly changed, and Shen Muzhi felt as if he was falling into the boundless ocean. For a moment, he felt so small.
Since Shen Muzhi practiced Confucianism, this was the first time that he was confused by Confucianism. For a moment, he was deeply shocked.
He let out a long roar, swung his long sword, and the sword light spread out, spinning around him as the center. The sword light shot out and broke through Hang Tianyi's blockade.
Hang Tianyi's swordsmanship also changed accordingly. The two of them were fighting not only about moves, but also about rules and rhythms. The most important thing was wisdom. After all, they were both smart people.
Yu Junchao, Liao Daheng, and Chu Bao all came. Seeing the fight between Hang Tianyi and Shen Muzhi, none of them, the lieutenants of the Chiyun Army, spoke.
They are generals on the battlefield, and they are kings on the battlefield, but in reality, it is not just the army.
The matter between Shen Muzhi and Hang Tianyi is obviously not a personal grudge, because they have no murderous intentions towards each other.
"You don't seem to be worried about him at all!" King Zhennan glanced at Liu Ruoxi next to him and couldn't help but speak.
Liu Ruoxi said: "What's there to worry about?"
"Are you so confident?" King Zhennan had a faint smile on his face.
Liu Ruoxi said: "I am not confident, this is trust!"
King Zhennan fell silent after hearing this. At this time, the most rare thing is self-confidence.
While they were talking, Hang Tianyi and Shen Muzhi fought for nearly seven or eight rounds.
From the beginning to the present, what Hang Tianyi and Shen Muzhi have performed is known to Confucians, and it is still a battle between kingship and hegemony.
"Hang Tianyi, it's time for you to use all your strength!" Shen Muzhi's voice came out. He paused in the air, clenched his sword with both hands and struck out horizontally. The bright sword light converged into one, like a sea of stars.
Hang Tianyi waved a few sword flowers and thrust the long sword straight out. The moves were very ordinary, and there was no power at all.
But the moment his long sword touched the sea of light of Shen Mu's sword, a violent loud noise was heard, the sea of sword light exploded, and both Hang Tianyi and Shen Muzhi flew out.
With them as the center, all the trees within a radius of two feet were cut off.
King Zhennan and others all involuntarily stepped back a certain distance.
"A little bit of arrancar, good swordsmanship!" King Zhennan said in an appreciative tone.
Hang Tianyi's sword skill is indeed amazing, but it was not something he realized earlier, but a sudden flash of inspiration.
At this moment, his heart was like a bright mirror, reflecting everything in the world. He seemed to draw his sword at random, but every thrust of the sword followed Shen Muzhi's sword technique.
Shen Muzhi had a feeling that Hang Tianyi was like a dog-skin plaster that had stuck to him and he couldn't avoid it no matter what.
For the top players in the world, Shen Muzhi knows better than anyone that the current situation is getting worse and worse for him.
Gradually, Hang Tianyi has basically gained the upper hand, but his swordsmanship has become more and more irregular, but it is still based on the power of Confucianism.
Shen Muzhi sighed secretly. Being able to see such swordsmanship today was an eye-opener for him.
Now he has figured out that no matter what, those 70,000 innocent people who died because of him must have an explanation.