The eldest brother put down the guqin, patted his hands lightly, and sent two breaths into Beigong and Ximen's bodies. Then he lowered his head silently and began to practice the guqin and clear flute tube.
Junmo was covered in blood and walked back from the field to salute his senior brother.
The people in the academy woke up and saluted the elder brother one after another.
The eldest brother returned the greeting and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Everyone noticed the blood on the elder brother's cotton jacket, and knew that the battle between him and the audience was dangerous and difficult, even more than the battle in Qingxia that he had experienced, and was very worried.
The eldest brother didn't want everyone to worry, so he looked up at the tent and said, "This seems to be used to cover the sun in the back mountain. It's actually used by you to block arrows. It's not bad, just fly the sword carefully."
Then he reorganized the formation and arrangement in front of Qingxia.
The autumn wind rose again, and there were many cracks on his cotton jacket cut by the sword, and cotton poked out of his waist from the crack, trembling slightly by the wind, and then turned into phantoms.
The figure of the elder brother disappeared under the tent.
In the field before Qingshan, the blood-colored robe danced roars. Ye Hongyu summoned the Taoist sword to protect Daoxin, and her face was full of solemn expression. She didn't know whether the figure would appear in front of her in the next moment.
In the south of the field, in the Xiling Temple coalition camp, the disciples of Jiange looked at the surrounding air as if they were facing a great enemy. Liu Bai sat calmly beside the broken past night, with a peaceful expression, and the sword on his knees was quiet in the sheath.
No one knows where the Grand Master of the Academy has gone.
But everyone can guess that he must be here.
The next moment.
The figure of the eldest brother appeared in the south of the field, in the Xiling Temple coalition formation. Through the heavy curtains, he looked at the old Tianyu Master deep in the divine chariot and pulled out the short wooden stick from his waist.
The great priest of Tianyu looked at the scholar outside the veil, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper.
More than ten red-clothed priests shouted loudly and rushed towards the chariot.
The eldest brother held the short wooden stick and looked at the great priest Tianyu outside the veil, without making any moves.
The red-clothed priests were shaken away like stones. They fell heavily to the ground, splashing soil and smoke, and unconscious. Everyone had a clear red and swollen stick mark on their foreheads.
The starry light deep in the eyes of the great priest Tianyu suddenly burned, and wherever he looked, a lot of curtains also burned. It seemed as if the divine fire of the Haotian Divine Kingdom had turned into a halt in front of the eldest brother.
The eldest brother raised the wooden stick in his hand.
His cotton jacket trembled slightly, dragging out a afterimage,
He seemed to be standing quietly outside the chariot, outside the burning veil.
At the end of the afterimage, another him had passed the terrifying divine fire and came to the head of the great priest of Tianyu.
The great priest of Tianyu looked at him in front of him and said with a expressionless face: "Anyone believes in Haotian..."
The eldest brother said, "I don't speak."
The great priest of Tianyu stopped talking.
The eldest brother raised the stick and beat it.
Looking at the wooden stick that broke through the sky, the great priest of Tianyu saw the 4,892 possibilities that were in a moment.
The teachings in front of him emit infinite light.
He hid his own body in the light.
He did not hesitate to damage his mind and saw the future, so he avoided the 4,892 possibilities.
The eldest brother stood in front of him, holding the wooden stick, and still simply hit him.
This trick seems simple, but it is actually very not simple.
In this short moment, this short wooden stick swung 4,893 times.
In the end, it was still just a blow.
A dull collision sound came from the chariot.
Countless turbulent auras of heaven and earth spurted out like hurricanes. The curtains ignited by divine fire instantly turned into countless charred butterflies, flying all over the sky in the wilderness.
The Scripture that exudes infinite light turns into debris in the autumn wind.
The body of the great priest of Tianyu reappeared in the divine chariot, sat cross-legged, covered in blood.
The elder brother's stick hit the forehead of the great priest Tianyu, and even hit his heart.
Just a blow, the great priest of Tianyu was already injured.
The blood that was not thick and even seemed a little clear was kept flowing along the wrinkles on his face, like dry mountains and rivers, suddenly a heavy rain fell.
But his expression was very quiet, because from the moment he heard the sound of the piano, he knew his ending.
When the two Buddhist and Taoist sects amassed Ning Que and Sangsang in Baita Temple in Yuelun Kingdom, they were about to succeed, but in the end it was because of a sound of the piano that made them irreversible.
There is indeed not much new in the world.
"Mr. The academy is indeed a big man. The academy set up an ambush in Qingxia, so naturally it has set up coordinates long ago. The temple did not expect this matter, and failure was taken for granted."
The great priest of Tianyu looked at the senior brother and said.
The eldest brother knew why he still had to talk to himself at this time, but he felt a little rude that he didn't answer the other party, and replied: "So the master will arrive later than me, I want to hurry up and do something... That quiet car
The carriage is not far from the divine chariot.
When the divine chariot turned into a burning train and then turned into a scene of falling leaves in late autumn, the temple coalition forces exclaimed incredibly terrified and shocked, and the faces of the disciples of the Jiange became a little pale.
The expression on Liu Bai's face finally changed and was no longer as calm as before.
The sword was still on his knees, but just like his mood at this moment, he seemed to feel some kind of threat, and became excited and alert, buzzing slightly, and the sword body was half out of its scabbard!
That autumn two years ago, he and Mr. Da met in Jiange.
At that time, he was sitting by the pond, and the eldest son stood in front of him.
The great man can travel thousands of miles, and his sword can travel thousands of miles.
So although he recalled the flying sword, he was very calm.
Because he was convinced that no matter how wonderful the Grand Master's realm was, he could not threaten himself.
Today, in the field before Qingshan, he saw the figure of this scholar again, and was a little surprised at the other party's progress. However, it was not until this time that the divine chariot turned into ruins that he confirmed...
That gentle guy really learned to fight!
A person who can do everything except fights and can be the strongest in the world... Now he has learned to fight, so can he even be the strongest in this regard?
Who else can be his opponent?
Liu Bai slowly stretched out his hand, held the slightly vibrating hilt of the sword, and showed a happy expression on his face.
It is really a gratifying thing to have such an opponent in the world.
However, what made him feel a little disappointed was that this battle did not happen.
The eldest brother left. He played a murderous music with a string of piano, seriously injured a great priest from Xiling with a wooden stick, and then left quietly.
Come and go in a hurry.
The reason for this is this.
It was because a Taoist appeared in the field before Qingxia.
The Taoist man was wearing green clothes... I wrote it a little hard today, and I didn't need to go down the chapter title. It's more appropriate to use this one.)
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