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Zhao Zhiwu's guard with a sword in front of the imperial guard, the governor of Xuanyiwei, was slapped into powder by Wang Yangsheng's palm. Even the top experts present felt their scalps go numb at such a horrific scene. Tianling cover.

This is the terrifying power of the great master!

Even the white-browed eunuch was slightly shocked at the moment.

Yong'an Renhuang didn't speak, but just looked at the sword in his hand, neither happy nor sad in his eyes, unable to see what she really thought.

Unknowingly, this princess already has a shadow of the scheming Zhao Zhiwu.

"Your Majesty, please draw out your sword."

At this moment, a voice of drinking came from a distance.

Following the voice, it was a thin middle-aged man wearing a black robe, his complexion was fair, and he looked a bit refined and delicate.

The person who came was none other than Dayan Taishi Zhao Tianyi, the great eunuch with great power.

Seeing the appearance of this great eunuch, Emperor Yong'an's eyelids twitched, while Wang Yangsheng frowned, and for some reason there was a hint of danger in his eyes.

Emperor Yong'an's eyelids twitched when he heard it, and subconsciously clenched the Son of Heaven Sword in his hand.

"Your Majesty, we have agreed on this matter beforehand."

Zhao Tianyi stepped forward, clasped his fists calmly at Yong'an Renhuang, and said: "A gentleman has the reason to kill himself to become benevolent. For the sake of the world in the future, and for the sake of His Majesty's emperor's hegemony, Zhao Tianyi only wants to die."

"Okay, what a good one."

Yong'an Renhuang yelled when he heard this, and then raised the Dayan Tianzi Sword in his hand, "I will fulfill you today."

I saw bursts of cold light reflected from the Dayan Tianzi Sword, but Wang Yangsheng saw through the sword body, and found that the coldest thing was not the sword body, but the eyes of the Emperor Yong'an.

Wang Yangsheng had a bad feeling in his heart.

What is this eunuch Confucian scholar going to do?

And what is this Emperor going to do?

As soon as Zhao Tian heard what Yong'an Renhuang said, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he slowly stretched out his hands.

The literary palace in the body was shattered and turned into nothingness, and the vast cultural energy spread freely, making a ball of golden light emerge from Zhao Tianyi's body.

Lu Guoyong had two apprentices. Li Fuzhou ran away from Lumen when he was young and joined the Demon Sect, becoming the leader of the Demon Sect. He is a well-known master in the world. Zhao Tianyi is Li Fuzhou's brother. After entering the palace, he became a eunuch, and finally became the Taishi of Dayan, taking charge of the government in place of Emperor Zhao Zhiwu of Dayan.

"What a powerful Confucian scholar."

Wang Yangsheng took a breath, and said coldly: "Is this going to sacrifice one's life for righteousness?"

There was Confucianism in the Great Qin Dynasty, but the Confucianism did not develop to its peak. The real peak was in the Great Zhou Dynasty. The masters of the Confucianism have two kinds of methods, one is to show the sage, and the other is to kill oneself to become benevolent. Give up one's life for righteousness.

Shattering the Palace of Literature is the second means of reaching the heavens. The difference is that Li Fuzhou and Lu Guoyong shatter the Palace of Literature, retain their souls, and survive as an ordinary person, but Zhao Tianyi in front of him is about to shatter his own soul. Delusion to become a sage in Confucianism today.

Confucian saints are even rarer and rarer than masters in the realm of great masters.

The number of Confucian scholars in the Confucian school throughout the ages is no more than two saints.

But the current Zhao Tianyi actually shattered the palace of literature and soul, peeping at the power of heaven and earth, and became a sage of Confucianism in a short period of time.

"Boom--!" "Boom--!"

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the wind roared, rolling up the wild sand and flying stones on the ground, and even the grass on the ground seemed to be uprooted.

Everything in the world seems to be merged with the sky, and nothing can be seen, but the thunder rolls in the northeast direction, as if it is tightly surrounded by dense clouds and can't get out. slow.

Suddenly, in the vast northeast sky, on the black clouds like torn cotton wool, there was a whirring fire.

The lightning failed to tear through the thick dark clouds. After the giant thunder faded through the low clouds, the sky and the earth were pitch-black. In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder shook the heavens, as if the end was coming.

As soon as the mountain wind blows, the grass and trees are yellow in deep autumn, as if after a storm, and the branches and leaves are all withered.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt fell straight down like a horned dragon, and then a deafening sound echoed throughout Yujing City. All the people in the capital were startled by this thunderbolt.

The thunder light fell, as if breaking through the dark dawn, it shone on the Tianzi Sword, and at the same time shone on the delicate face of Yong'an Renhuang.

At the same time, Zhao Tianyi's body began to become blurred and transparent.

Lei Guang and Jian Guang intertwined in everything, and this sword seemed to be a punishment from heaven.

Wang Yangsheng also trembled in his heart, and his pupils shrank violently. This feeling was like the feeling he felt when facing the Great Qin Taizu thousands of years ago, on the verge of death.

Houjin, Bashan.

At this time, the figure in white was already covered in blood, but the figure still stood upright, like a sword inserted into the ground, standing between the sky and the earth.

An Jing said slowly: "Maybe things are not as simple as you think."

The majestic aura, like a rainbow light penetrating the sky and the earth, suddenly swept away from around his body, blowing away all the surrounding smoke, dust and energy.

Around Bashan, many people stared in astonishment at the white-clothed figure who came out of the weather machine. The latter's sudden soaring aura made them quite shocked. In such a dangerous situation, Ghost Swordsman has survived.

And they could all feel that An Jing's aura was so strong that it almost enveloped everyone around Bashan.

That back is like a mountain.

"Um!?"

Seeing this, Zongzheng Huachun frowned, obviously the situation in front of him was something he hadn't expected.

"It's not dead!?"

Ji Rentai was shocked when he saw An Jing coming out.

Xiha Buddha's footsteps also paused slightly, clasped his hands together and said softly: "Amitabha."

There was a flash of light in An Jing's eyes, true energy surged out, instilled in the Dulu sword, and slashed downward.

"It's just sooner or later, this king will let you go down to accompany Jun Qinglin now."

Zongzheng Huachun's eyes turned cold for an instant, and he flipped his palms violently, and then all the true energy around him roared out immediately, carrying an astonishing momentum, crushing the sword light directly, and continued to face An Jing Suppress and go.

Bang bang bang!

Some distortions appeared in this void, and the ground collapsed crazily, with huge cracks spreading rapidly.

The means of the great master!

Only a grand master can have such a penetrating ability!

Everyone could see that Zongzheng Huachun had exerted his own strength to the extreme at this time, and wanted to kill An Jing in one fell swoop.

An Jing raised his head, and he watched the monstrous true essence billowing towards him. From within the incomparably rich true essence, he felt an extremely dangerous fluctuation from above.

The majestic and vast infuriating energy derived from "The Nameless Heart Sutra" burst out suddenly from An Jing's body.

At the same time, the surrounding Qi boiled again.

It seems that in the whole world of Bashan, all creatures are in a sea of ​​boiling true energy.

The true qi in a radius of tens of thousands of miles, including the true qi derived from An Jing's eternal immortal body.

Bang bang bang bang!

The sound of terrifying explosions began to resound around An Jing.

No name!

The Dulu sword in his hand swiped forward, and the sky and the earth exploded, and that sword light was the brightest sword light anyone had ever seen so far.

When the sword light spread to the edge, a devastating explosion descended on this piece of heaven and earth again.

boom!

After An Jing comprehended the Dao of Sword, he created the Intangible Dao, Wuwu Dao, and Ruthless Dao respectively, and now this is his fourth move of the Sword Dao, the Wuming Dao.

When the sword comes out, it is nameless.

Bang!

At the moment of impact, the sky-shattering sound shocked Tianyu!

A round of bright and violent light slammed into the paw print that surged like a mountain overturning. In that strong light, everyone could feel a terrifying wave that was almost like destruction.

Boom!

The endless sky has been distorted at this moment, and on the vast ground, there are circles of earth waves spreading out. The whole land is almost crushed away, and it has long been a mess. .

One after another looked solemnly at the terrifying shock that spread out.

"What an amazing encounter."

All the grandmasters present looked dull at this time, and their eyes were fixed on the source of the dazzling light. Even they felt that the astonishing fluctuations emanating from there were extremely shocking and wonderful.

"Who's winning?"

Everyone looked nervously at the shattered void. Although everyone believed that the ghost swordsman had no chance of winning, they were still extremely nervous inside.

Cong Yue's eyes were full of tension, and her heart was trembling.

The Lord of the Southern Barbarians was also staring at the front, and his breathing stopped for it.

Luo Chongyang and Xiao Qianqiu frowned tightly. The zhenqi in that scene was too violent. Under that kind of violence, even they could not sense the exact situation.

Xi Ha Buddha looked at the place where the true energy burst, and after a while, his pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

Bang!

At this moment, the strong light like the sun in the field suddenly rushed into the sky, and then the light dimmed, and the dust and mist rose, and the scene in it appeared again indistinctly.

Swish!

All eyes suddenly turned away at this moment, and the dust and mist gradually dissipated under the gaze of those eyes.

As the majestic smoke dissipated, two figures appeared indistinctly. Everyone took a closer look and found that those standing in the storm were An Jing and Zongzheng Huachun.

Everyone looked at the stalemate in the arena, and their hearts were lifted all of a sudden.

The entire area around Bashan became completely silent at this moment, only the crisp rustling sound caused by the breeze blowing through the forest.

Click!Click!

Such silence didn't last long, but someone heard a slight clicking sound in the air, and immediately turned their eyes away.

That crisp voice came from An Jing's chest, and then drops of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"The ghost swordsman was seriously injured!?" The slightly sharp startled sound also suddenly and ear-piercingly sounded at this moment.

Demon cult masters, including You Beggar, Duanmu Xinghua, Ouyang Ping, and others all changed their expressions drastically.

Zhao Qingmei's breathing also became slightly faster, and it seemed that An Jing had already reached the point of exhaustion.

"It seems that today is the end of your life."

A sneer appeared on the corner of Zongzheng Huachun's mouth, "Heaven's evil is forgivable, but self-inflicted evil cannot live."

After finishing speaking, Zongzheng Huachun stretched out his palm, and the phantom behind him also stretched out a huge palm, like a huge mountain smashing down, with such a force, and An Jing looked so powerful under this palm. Insignificant, like a boat that is precarious in the wind and rain.

Ghost Swordsman is over!

This is what almost everyone thought for a moment when the palm fell.

The ghost swordsman is dead, so is there any way for the many masters of the Demon Cult to survive?

Only Zhao Qingmei stared at her back, her heart was surprisingly calm at this moment, she believed that An Jing was the same as her at this moment.

There is no ups and downs, only calm.

In An Jing's dantian, true energy surged like a tidal wave, poured out continuously, and finally poured into all the limbs and bones of his body.

Under the infusion of such majestic qi, he felt that his whole body was full of strength.

An Jing's palm began to exert force, and he clenched the Dulu sword tightly.

Only the sword is the closest thing to eternity, and the life of a swordsman is often in his life.

If you have a sword in your hand, you will move forward with the sword in your hand. If you don't have a sword in your hand, you will forget the sword and move forward.

calm!

In addition to calm is still calm!

It is like an ancient well that has been placed for a hundred years. The water surface seen is like a mirror, without the slightest wave.

At this moment, An Jing forgot the sword and himself in his heart.

The man and the sword become one, and the sword and I forget each other at the same time.

The seventh level of the way of swordsmanship, the sword and the human become one, and the sword and I forget the two.