Everyone who can become a swordsman and pen official has been carefully selected by Wei Changli. Each one has a unique method. Although he is young, he is no inferior to these veteran strongmen from the Eight Prefectures, and even has the upper hand.
Everyone in the other houses had already taken action and it looked like they had no chance of winning. Su Baique and Song Lingyin looked at each other and were ready to take action, but a burst of music came from the piano.
"Extended sound method!"
Only one person in the Yuefu successfully practiced this extravagant sound method, and that was Li Youlang. As expected, as soon as their voices came out, a cold-eyed young man appeared in front of them.
"Let me be your opponent today"
"Youlang, what are you going to do?" Song Lingyin asked.
"Master Yue Guan, you should know that Jiang Chan is my childhood friend and my best brother!" Li Youlang clenched his fists. He never thought that one day he would choose his side between Jiang Chan and Yuefu.
.
"Things are not as simple as you think"
"You asked me to track down Yuefu's Zhengshi Enlightenment, but you actually wanted to drive me away. If Xiaomei hadn't reminded me, I would have been kept in the dark until now."
Not long after Li Youlang arrived, Mei Xiaomei's thin body came clumsily holding Qin, who was about the same size as her.
Song Lingyin and Su Baique both felt embarrassed. What they were most worried about was that Jiang Yan's execution would cause Li Youlang to embark on a path that no one wanted.
Yuefu seems to be prosperous in recent years, but in fact it has been suffering from constant troubles. During the 800 years when Guan Jizhai was the head of the palace, three wizards appeared.
The first person defected from Yuefu because of love and hatred, the second was Gao Changgeng, who was already the successor of the palace leader but defected due to unknown reasons, and the third was Li Youlang.
Li Youlang learned various secrets of Yuefu beside Guan Jizhai. If Jiang Yan was like the other two, it would be difficult for Yuefu to find a third suitable successor in the shortest possible time!
"You Lang, I promise you that the two of us will not participate, but you should not get involved in this war. Your Qianyuan Mirror cultivation is useless here. I will tell you all the pros and cons after the cause and effect."
With no choice but to watch, the two Wangxianjing visitors from Yuefu could only choose to sit back and watch.
Seeing that the people from the Eight Prefectures were still unable to take down these swordsmen and pen officials, Kang Xingjian, who had the highest level of cultivation, slowly spoke.
"Master Wei, there is no need to wait. He can't come. It's better to end the battle here as soon as possible."
Kang Xingjian, Ding Xishan, and Zuo Xianweng were all at the eighth level of Wangxian cultivation. If they joined the battle, it would be a one-sided situation, but Zuo Xianweng pretended to be crazy, swung his fly whisk to drive away flies, and turned a deaf ear to Kang Xingjian's words.
"The conflict between your Confucian and Wen families is the deepest. We have done everything for you. Do you want to sit back and enjoy the benefits?"
Ding Xishan is not a fool. Today's battle with the swordsman has deepened the conflict with the Wen family, so how can he be a gunman in vain?
"Then let me move my old bones around first and kill Jiang Gan directly."
There is a black river outside Disorder City called the Hengsheng River. However, all those who die in vain cannot enter reincarnation and need to be led across the Hengsheng River by ferrymen and sent to reincarnation.
The water in the Hengsheng River was black and turbulent. At this time, Jiang Lin took a boat and rowed towards the end of the river. The woman beside him cried so hard that the pear blossoms were raining.
"Husband, I have to save Jiang Yan no matter what."
"Don't worry, I want to see who can kill someone under my sword!"
The river channel of the Hengde River is getting narrower and narrower, and the water flow is getting faster and faster. However, the river water does not flow eastward and merges into the sea. Instead, there is a huge whirlpool in the widest place, and all the river water flows into the whirlpool.
With the whirlpool as the center, there were many white coffins scattered on the Hengshu River. Jiang Lin took a boat and rowed through the coffins one after another. The boat slowly came to the center of the whirlpool in the rapid current.
All the white coffins in the Hengsheng River are standing upright and upside down under the water, except for the three coffins in the center, which are blood red in color and have a furnace of unburned incense placed for worship.
Jiang Lin's hand was on the coffin, his expression complex and somewhat hesitant.
"I originally thought it would be impossible to open it in this life..."
"Are you scared?" Seeing Jiang Lin's hesitation, the woman asked hurriedly.
"I have never been afraid of your husband in my life. It's nothing more than death. What's so scary?"
Just when Jiang Lin was about to open the coffin, a wisp of black smoke gathered into a human shape around them.
This man's whole body was wrapped tightly, with only a pair of old and turbid eyes exposed, and he had black paper and a red knife on his waist. There was only one person in Discord City who was dressed like this, the Knife Creditor!
"Wait a minute, you two!"
"You have crossed the line," Jiang Lin said in a deep voice.
"If I didn't show up, I'm afraid the coffin would be opened."
"Do you think you can stop me just by coming? Do you think too highly of your abilities?"
The knifeman's laughter was hoarse and low.
"Of course I don't have the ability. After all, you are..."
"I'm here to tell you, it's not that bad yet."
"Not to this point? What do you know?"
Jiang Lin would never want to open these coffins unless he had to.
The credit card person handed over a piece of paper. After reading it, the anger and worry on Jiang Lin's and his wife's faces melted away like spring snow, and they turned to smiles.
"But I still hope you can tell me something. If these bastards really dare to kill Jiang Yan, I can't touch those old guys, but I will kill all the younger generations of the Eight Prefectures, leaving no one alive.
, you know, no one can save the people I want to kill!"
"Don't worry, if they knew there were still people alive in Tianshe Mansion, they wouldn't be so arrogant."
As an old monster who has lived for more than a thousand years, Kang Xingjian's cultivation and combat experience far exceed those of these young men. He seems to be old and weak, and his eyesight is dim, but he can cross hundreds of feet of space with one step, and directly
Came to Jiang Yan's side.
Chen Gong was standing next to Jiang Chan, trying to untie the talisman on his body. He was originally planning to take him away, but this talisman not only prevented Jiang Chan from using any spiritual power, but also blocked all attempts to act on him.
The spiritual power made it impossible for Chen Gong to take him away easily.
What made Chen Gong even more worried was that even with his seventh-level cultivation, he could not shake the talisman.
"Don't waste your efforts. The Soul-Suppressing Talisman was obtained from the headmaster of Tianxin Mansion, not to mention juniors like you. Even if Mr. Wei comes in person, it will still take a lot of trouble."
The appearance of Kang Xingjian made Chen Gong more vigilant. In the battle between Wen Mansion and Confucian Mansion, Wen Mansion originally had some advantages, but the sudden appearance of several old Confucian scholars who should have been reborn turned the tide of the battle.
These people are all second-generation Confucian scholars in the Confucian Mansion. There were also such people in the Wen Mansion at one time. Unfortunately, almost all of them were lost in the battle of Ziwu Valley to exterminate the Baiyang Sect.
A black chess piece fell from Chen Gong's sleeve and he held it between his fingers, preparing to make a desperate blow.
"Although you have good strength, you should stop showing off in front of this old man."
Kang Xing simply touched his hand, and a book appeared in front of him. When the pages of the book were turned, the entire space began to turn into waves. Chen Gong Wangxian's seventh-level strength was naturally not weak, but facing such an old monster, the difference of one level was
world.
Chen Gong was involved in the book world and narrowly escaped death.
Jiang Yan didn't have time to worry about him, because his fate would be worse than Chen Gong's.
"Wow, I really want to thank you. If it weren't for you, how could you have lured this swordsman and penman out of Yunzhou? Cutting off the swordsman and penman is equivalent to cutting off the future of your literary family!"
Confucian students cultivate themselves with the aim of not being able to express their joy and anger, but such a happy event still made Kang Xingjian expressive in words.
But just when Kang Xing briefly killed Jiang Lan, a wild and ferocious energy locked him, making him dare not act rashly.
"Since you have found a dark crevice to hide, and now you dare to appear openly and bully a child, I will send you to where you should go today."