The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Although the head of Changying is a person who has passed away long ago, his portrait is painted on many picture scrolls that have been handed down to the world. Responding: "Si, quickly open the enchantment! You can't beat him!"

Of course I can't beat...

Who can beat it?

I am afraid that if Chu Wanning, the most powerful master in the comprehension world, fights against him, there is no chance of winning.

Nangong Si was trembling, but not because of fear, but a kind of extremely strong sadness and anger——Taizong... Xu Shuanglin actually made the remains of the Taizong into Zhenlong chess pieces!

crazy……

Really crazy!

That is their ancestor, the soul of the Confucianism School, the root of the Confucianism School, and the god respected by generations of disciples and descendants for hundreds of years.

It's Nangong Changying!

The blue veins on Nangongsi's neck throbbed violently, and he let out a distorted roar, like a tiger howling in a forest: "Xu Shuanglin!!...No, Nangongxu!!! Come out!! Come out!!!"

The lingering sound is like a vulture coiling around, lingering for a long time.

No one answered him, so of course Xu Shuanglin would not come out.

The only one who reacted was Nangong Changying, whose eyes were covered by the silk belt. He turned his face slightly, sliding the scabbard with his pale fingers, and the buried sword came out of the box, and the dragon light diffused.

Holding the sword, he slowly took another step down.

At the same time, Nangong Si took a step back, and he murmured: "The grand master..."

Nangong Changying walked steadily, the tip of the sword touched the jade steps, making harsh scraping sounds.His eyes were covered, and this silk belt was tied with magic after death, and could not be removed, so he could not see the road ahead clearly, and could only rely on the sound and smell to determine the position of Nangong Si.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, a deep and misty voice sounded.

It was Nangong Changying who was speaking!

"Why trespass here?"

Hearing the ancestors of hundreds of years speak, even as a Zhenlong chess piece, is extremely shocking.

Nangong Si swallowed her saliva and said, "The grand master, I..."

"..."

He suddenly let go of the long sword he was holding on to, knelt down and kowtowed: "The younger generation is unworthy, the seventh generation of the Confucianism sect is a direct descendant, and Nangong Si pays homage to him."

"The seventh generation... Si..." Changying's body repeated these words slowly and numbly, then shook his head, raised his sword, and said only one word, "Kill."

Fighting with swords!

Under Nangong Si's blow with him, his arms felt numb, the strength of the senior was astonishing, a corpse-white face approached, and his breath was like ice.

"Trespassers, kill them."

"Too master!"

The sword flowers were dazzling, and the swords were extremely fierce and shocking. Under the collision of iron blades and iron blades, fireworks splashed everywhere, and the light was like snow.

Xue Zhengyi punched the barrier, and said tremblingly: "Are you crazy? How could you beat it?"

Who doesn't know Nangong Changying's bravery?According to legend, he is so powerful that even without a weapon, he can smash rocks to pieces with one hand.

against him?

I'm afraid ten Nangong Si are not enough for my ancestors to play with.

Nangong Si's mind was almost blank. He never imagined that one day, he would fight against the first head of the Confucianism School in Jiaoshan. When the two swords collided for the first time, he was suddenly repelled to ten feet. Besides, if he hadn't leaned on the sword in time, he might already be kneeling in the weeds at this moment.

Nangong Changying raised her sword and approached slowly again.

He repeated the command in a low voice: "Kill..."

At this moment outside the enchantment, Xue Zhengyi kept hammering at the film in annoyance, Jiang Xi frowned, pursed his lips without saying a word, and Ma Zhuangzhu simply covered his eyes, "Oh, ah!" Dare to see, Huang Xiaoyue was secretly shocked and thankful—fortunately, he didn't catch Nangongsi at the beginning. If he really tied up Nangongsi and came to Jiaoshan alone, facing the first generation head of the Confucianism School at this moment, I'm afraid it would be own up.

Only Chu Wanning stared at Nangong Changying's actions without blinking. He felt something was wrong, really something was wrong.

Who is Nangong Changying?

Just look at the two evil beasts he subdued, one is a magic dragon and the other is Gun, both are ancient evil beasts, it goes without saying how terrifying this man's spiritual power is.Even if his soul has already left his body at this time, what remains in the world is just a body, and many spells cannot be cast, but fighting should obviously not be affected.

So how fierce is Nangong Changying's fighting skills?

Near Feihua Island in the East Pole, there is a relic of the Confucianism School that is flamboyant - a lake in an island.

The lake is neither big nor small, and it is stagnant water with no magnificent scenery. It takes about half an hour to walk around it leisurely.

However, everyone knows that this lake is not a lake, but a small hill. When Nangong Changying fought fiercely with Gun, Gun used this hill to hide himself several times. In the process, dozens of heavy fists landed on the rocks in a row, and the last punch smashed the stubborn rocks hundreds of feet high, and the land collapsed, the mountains fell and the ground cracked. From then on, the mountains disappeared, and the rain accumulated into pools. piece of lake.

So it's not that Chu Wanning looked down on Nangong Si, but he felt that when Nangong Changying's first sword confronted Nangong Si, Nangong Si should fly a hundred feet away, and there was absolutely no chance of getting up.

There is something strange about this corpse.

Chu Wanning's gaze was like a sharp blade scraping every inch of Nangong Changying's muscles and bones.

Suddenly, his sharp eyes focused on Nangong Changying's arm holding the sword. He paused, and a spark lit up in his mind. He suddenly realized what was wrong. ——

Over there, Nangong Si was leaning on his sword with great difficulty, and staggered to his feet. Like his wolfhound, he could be defeated, but he would never escape.He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his sleeve, and was about to fight again, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him say: "Hit him to the left, the meridian of his left arm has been severed."

"Master Chu?"

"Don't be distracted." Chu Wanning stood outside the enchantment, a pair of brown eyes staring at the two people's tricks, "Even if Nangong Changying broke his left arm, he can't take it lightly."

Hearing what Chu Wanning said, the surrounding heads all turned their attention to Changying's left arm, and found that the left arm of the corpse was weak, Xue Zhengyi said in surprise: "The head of Changying is dead!" In the end, the meridians were cut off?! Who did it?"

……

No one answered.

But someone who is familiar with Changying's life like Ye Wangxi has quickly understood.

who did itWho in this world would break his meridians, and who could break his meridians?

Nangong Si, who was fighting against Nangong Changying, was staring at the face of his ancestor, which was exactly the same as the jade carving in Xianxian Hall, as if Nangong Changying was still alive in this world and had never died.

If he is really still alive, if he is really not dead, if these hundreds of years have been wiped out, then at this moment, am I accepting the test of the first generation head, accepting his trial and his advice?

"Nao Baijin! Come here!" Nangong Si's consciousness gradually returned to his body. He shouted at the wolf, turned over and stepped on, staring at Changying's left arm and attacking at a very fast speed.

A scene of childhood flashed before his eyes.

He stood in front of the magnificent jade sculpture in the Hall of Sages, tilting his head to look at the statue of the first head.

The child's perspective is always strange, he suddenly turned his head and said to Rong Yan: "Mother, this statue is not finished yet."

"Why didn't you finish it?" Rong Yan dragged her luxurious robes, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, coughed softly, walked to the child's side, looked up at the statue of Changying's head, "Isn't it very good? Completely, vividly."

"……Can't understand."

Rong Yan sighed, she was impatient, and wished she could put the knowledge that took others 20 years to acquire into her son's head in two years: "It's just that the sculpture looks like a living person, every detail is very beautiful. Vivid. Didn’t I teach you these two words last time?”

Nangong Si pouted and said, "But the carving is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Look, Aunt." He pointed to the left arm of the first generation head, and then pointed to the right arm, "The left arm is a bit thicker than the right arm. I've been staring at it for a long time. It must be thick and thick. Thin, not symmetrical at all, wrong wrong wrong!"

As he spoke, he also held up his two arms to show Rong Yan, and seriously explained the truth to his mother: "My arms are the same thickness on both sides, so are Aunt's and Daddy's...so this carving is wrong. Lah, let the artisan remake it!"

"So that's what Si'er meant." Rong Yan shook her head and said, "This is not the craftsman's fault, but the Grand Master's original left and right arms are a little different."

"Why? Is it natural?"

"Of course it's not natural." Rong Yan said, "The Grand Master is left-handed, and his left arm is much stronger than his right arm. As time goes by, the left side will gradually become stronger and stronger than the right. So, to carve this Not only did the craftsman of the statue not make a mistake, but he paid great attention to these subtleties."

"Zheng-!"

The two long blades faced each other, Nangong Si and Nangong Changying were very close to each other, facing each other through the sparks flying weapons, gnashing their teeth against each other.

Nangong Changying, who lost her left hand, faced off against Nangong Si, who was scarred but exhausted her last bit of strength.This is a hand to hand battle.

Xue Zhengyi had an idea that made him gasp: "Could it be that the meridian in his left arm...couldn't he cut it off himself?!"

In fact, not only Xue Zhengyi, many people who were fighting outside the barrier gradually had such speculations in their hearts:

Confucianism sect started from high-ranking disciples. After the burial, both eyes need to be covered with spiritual power with silk belts. Is it really just to "fly on a crane, with eyes as far as the sky"?

Is it possible that Nangong Changying also anticipated the vicissitudes of life for a hundred years?

Therefore, when he founded the Confucianism School, he had already thought of the doomsday of the Confucianism School. The reason why he covered the eyes of every buried disciple was to prevent them from exerting their strongest combat power and not being able to fight. For the disaster of the world.

Therefore, the Shenwu who accompanied him all his life was not in the coffin, what he held was only a long sword.

Therefore, before he died, he severed all the meridians in his left arm. Even if some unrighteous people would use his corpse to stir up trouble in the future, they would not be able to obtain all of his combat power.

But the answer is ultimately unknown.

More than a dozen rounds were fought, and the fight was fierce. Nangong Si suddenly caught a glimpse of the Grand Master's brows and muttered: "Nangong... Si... the seventh generation..."

Outside the barrier, Mo Ran stared intently at Nangong Changying's every move.As Emperor Taxian, he observed things differently from all the decent people present. He could accurately perceive some things that were difficult for those who had never played Zhenlong Chess to immediately discover.

From Mo Ran's point of view, this corpse is obviously different from the rest. He seems to have been struggling and regaining his consciousness during his lifetime.

This is also what Mo Ran was worried about before——Although Zhenlong Chess Game is one of the three forbidden spells, there is absolutely no spell in the world that will be perfect. If a person's willpower is particularly strong, then the caster must continuously Apply spiritual flow to it to suppress the resistance of the chess piece.

Once the spiritual power supply of the caster is insufficient, the Zhenlong Chess pieces will go berserk and out of control, and sometimes even backlash against the caster. This is why many masters of the Zhenlong Chess Game in the past have died of serious diseases suddenly, or directly Retrograde, sudden death.

Mo Ran's face was somber, and his eyes followed Nangong Changying.

He could almost conclude that Xu Shuanglin could not completely control Nangong Changying.

"boom!"

A sudden muffled sound made Mo Ran squeeze his five fingers on the enchantment tightly, and his veins protruded.

The difference in strength is still too large.

Everyone present could see clearly that even if Nangong Changying cut off his main arm and forcibly weakened his strength, the grandmaster is still a grandmaster. Even if the sharp minions are pulled out, this empty corpse can still compete with Mei Hanxue and Xue Meng. Juniors at this level are tied.

If you really want to suppress him, I'm afraid you still have to let people at the level of the head and elders make moves.

But the sect master and elders couldn't get in, the barrier was sealed off, and it was the territory of the Nangong family, any of them rushing in rashly would cause the spirit of Jiaoshan to rise violently, and it would be a disservice at that time.

This is a civil war in the Confucian School, and no one can intervene.

If it was Nangong Si who was full of vigor, he might really be able to put this corpse in front of him by himself, but he had suffered too much before.Another heavy blow, Nangong Si could have dodged smoothly, but when he turned over while pulling Nao Baijin's neck ring, because of the torn palm wound, he lost strength for a while and failed to pull.

"Ugh-"

Nao Baijin let out a mournful cry, and the saber in Nangong Si's hand was knocked off and flew, and rolled to the edge of the barrier.

Mo Ran saw that the hilt of the sword was already stained with the blood oozing from the palm of Nangong Si...

"Si! Stop hitting! Come out! Let's think of a way!" Ye Wangxi kept calling at him again.

People are always like this, Ye Wangxi herself will not beg for mercy, but Nangong Si is her weakness.

She was crying, and she couldn't stop crying.

Mo Ran has never seen her cry like this in her previous life. She really looks like a girl now. Out of selfishness, the two brothers Nangong Liu and Nangong Xu embedded a resolute and cold expression on her face. mask.

She always felt that she would never be able to take off this mask for the rest of her life, but the moment she saw the blood-stained saber, it disappeared.

"Si..."

This blow was too heavy, Nangong Si gritted his teeth, dripping with sweat, and tried to get up from the ground without saying a word, but a cold light flashed, and the bright sharp blade reflected on his profile.

Nangong Si panted slightly, raised a face slightly similar to Nangong Changying, looked up at his ancestor through the bright sword light.

Nangong Changying's sword was already hanging directly above him.

Inside and outside the enchantment, there was a moment of dead silence.

The author has something to say: It’s an old habit to start fighting. Since the No. 1 boss is opened, the small theater will not be updated for the time being.