[Comprehensive] Wearing the martial arts world to be the emperor

The large sleeves of the black robe were blown wildly by the wind, his gray hair was flying behind his head, Shi Zhixuan's movements seemed to be slow but fast, one step was a distance of ten feet, obviously it was just a small black spot just now, but in the blink of an eye Kung fu is already close at hand.

Suddenly, his gaze was fixed, and his steps stopped abruptly. An unspeakable power erupted from him. The birds in the forest were frightened, and a large group of them flapped their wings and flew straight into the sky. Countless feathers flew slowly with the fallen leaves. , swaying and falling from the air.

Shi Zhixuan lowered his eyes slightly, his whole body seemed to be integrated with the world, he shouted in a low voice: "Come out!"

As soon as the words fell, the white-clothed and white-haired Confucian Xunzi appeared under a big tree at some point, holding a rare sword in his hand, which made him look more energetic and less peaceful than before. .

"It's you!" Shi Zhixuan's tone was not too surprised, he said coldly, "You want to stop me?"

Xunzi's answer was to slowly draw out the long sword in his hand.

Shi Zhixuan sneered: "Do you think you can stop me?"

Xunzi sighed: "After five years of hard work, I may still be no match for His Royal Highness, but it is my luck to be able to compete with you again."

A cloud drifted over from nowhere and blocked the golden sunshine, and this little-traveled path was full of chills.

Shi Zhixuan waved his sleeves and said coldly: "Then I will fulfill you!"

As soon as his words landed, the two figures moved at the same time, one black and one white as fast as lightning.

Murderous aura filled the small grove, but it was quiet without any sound.

It may be just a moment, or it may take a long time. When the sun in the sky reappears, the duel between the strong is over.

Xunzi is still immortal, his white hair is not stained with slender dust, as if he has just returned from a trip to enjoy flowers, rather than having experienced a duel to survive.But his hand was trembling, as if he had exhausted his last bit of strength, and the long sword, as bright as autumn water, fell to the ground with a clang.

Shi Zhixuan didn't look back, nor did he take another look, and walked forward calmly.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Xunzi's voice was deep, as if he had aged a few years.

The black figure had disappeared at the end of the road, only his voice still echoed in my ears, "Martial arts are good, I am waiting for your next challenge."

Xunzi held his wrists, stood there wryly smiling and shook his head.

"This is the only thing this old man can do, Zifang... oh..."

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Yan Jingbai's guess was correct, but the group of them was going to Shangjun. Now it was the time when the Huns invaded the country, and the atmosphere in Shangjun was a bit oppressive.

Just when he was thinking about how to get in touch with Meng Tian who was stationed here without anyone noticing, under the noses of Zhang Liang and others, so as to get out of trouble safely, the appearance of a person made all his plans come to an end. null.

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Looking at the indifferent and quiet middle-aged man, Yan Jingbai frowned slightly, "Who is he?"

"Yan Lu, the second master of Confucianism." It was Wei Zhuang who answered him, which was obviously beyond Yan Jingbai's expectation.

He glanced at the stiff and strange man, raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

On the other side, since the moment Yan Lu appeared in front of them, Zhang Liang smiled wryly, and said helplessly, "Uncle Master asked you to come?"

Yan Lu said indifferently: "Who asked me to come is very important?"

"It's not important." Zhang Liang sighed, "Then how can Senior Brother Zilu persuade me?"

Yan Lu's eyes flashed, and he said: "I have nothing to persuade you, I just hope that Zifang will go to a place with me."

Hearing the resoluteness in the other party's words, Zhang Liang knew that he could not refuse.

Just like that, Yan Jingbai and his party didn't even stay in Shangjun for an hour, so they set off again, all the way north.

Now even Jing Tianming and Xiang Shaoyu, two carefree teenagers, felt a little uneasy. If they went further north, they would be at the place where the two countries were at war, and they were accompanied by the Emperor of Qin, which might be a bit inappropriate.

But because of the strange atmosphere between Zhang Liang and Yan Lu, they still didn't say anything after all.

But Yan Jingbai believed in the pedantic and upright personality of the so-called decent people. As long as they didn't want to pack him up and send him to the Huns, he had nothing to worry about.

Everything is just watching and waiting for the opportunity to move.

It was a quiet and peaceful mountain village, with only a few dozen simple families. Everyone in the village worked from sunrise to sunset, living a simple but fulfilling life.

But suddenly, a group of armed Huns came riding wildly on big horses. The peace and happiness were no longer there, and the small village was haunted by blood and screams.

Zhang Liang took a deep look at Yan Lu, and shouted, "Go save her!"

Then the person shot out like an arrow.

In fact, there is no need for him to speak out. Both Jing Tianming and Xiang Shaoyu are passionate people, and Gai Nie is even more serious in a narrow sense. Naturally, they are not people who can see others suffer and still be indifferent. For Ge Nie's sake, he would not choose to stand by at this moment.

As soon as a few masters of the rivers and lakes made a move, the Hun cavalry who were still extremely arrogant just now were caught off guard. More than [-] people left [-]% in an instant, and the rest of them waved their weapons one after another. come up...

Originally, there was nothing wrong with Yan Jingbai. He was very self-aware and knew that he was not good at martial arts. Even if everything in front of him made him angry, he still kept his calmness and hid quietly, waiting for the battle. the end.

It's a pity that Yan Jingbai's luck has never been particularly good, maybe his aura is too strong, or maybe his current appearance is too eye-catching, in short, he was targeted by two enemies.

He didn't have any weapons in his hands, and except for a wooden hairpin on his head, there were no other hard objects on his body.A wooden hairpin, in the hands of Shi Zhixuan, would be more terrifying than any weapon in the world, but in the hands of a Chai Fei with a fighting capacity of [-] scum, it is no different from trash.

At the critical moment, Yan Jingbai retreated again and again, dodging the swung knife in an extremely embarrassing situation.

The man on the horse gave a strange cry, and raised his knife again to slash, this time, if Yan Jingbai couldn't avoid it, he would definitely be split in two, but at the critical moment, the man's knife was stopped by another accomplice.

The other party babbled at him, and the eyes that looked over showed obscenity and evil without any concealment.

Yan Jingbai was furious, even if his life was accidentally saved, he would not feel the slightest joy.

How many years has he ever been humiliated like this.

Yan Jingbai's eyes were dark, looking at the other person as if he was looking at a dead person!

The two Huns retreated for a moment, but soon became more ferocious, with greed and killing intent on their faces.

The sound of horseshoes was getting closer and closer, and at this moment, a sword light that was brighter than the scorching sun in the sky suddenly lit up, and the next moment, the two people on horseback had turned into headless corpses. The son fell to the ground.

Yan Jingbai frowned in disgust, then looked up, E Guanbo belt, a man with a steady face holding a sharp sword, criss-crossing the battlefield, where the sword light flashed, there was a life.

There were not many Huns cavalry, and with the addition of fresh troops, the war ended quickly, but the quiet and peaceful village could never return to its previous appearance.

Yan Lu took Xiang Shaoyu and Jing Tianming to appease the surviving villagers and dispose of the corpses of the Huns.

Zhang Liang stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the people who lost their loved ones, watching them cry, watching them weep, with desolate eyes.

"Is this what you want?" A low voice sounded, and a man with a sword hanging from his waist appeared behind him at some point, and said, "If you insist on going your own way, what happened today is not just here, but in The entire land of the Central Plains, can you afford such a price?!"

"Senior Brother Fu Nian," Zhang Liang turned around, looking at this respected senior brother with rare sharpness, "Does Confucianism want to become an official in Qin?"

Fu Nian's eyes flashed, "You—"

Zhang Liang smiled wryly: "I'm not a fool, I didn't say some things but it doesn't mean I don't know."

"You have always been the smartest." Fu Nian reached out to pat him on the shoulder, but in the end he took it back. Since the other party already knew, he didn't intend to hide it. Changes are seen by everyone, and Confucian beliefs are 'self-cultivation, family harmony, state governance, and world peace', Yingzheng is a monarch worthy of allegiance, and I, Confucianism, are naturally willing to serve him as an official."

"So, is Senior Brother Fu Nian here to save him?" Although Zhang Liang understood the other party's position, he felt uncomfortable, and couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Saving Ying Zheng is indeed a great contribution , will definitely be beneficial to the future development of Confucianism.”

"Ovary!" Fu Nian's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Sorry." Zhang Liang breathed out lightly, and the moment he said the words, he already regretted it, but he said in a deep voice, "I can't let Ying Zheng go for now." The hatred accumulated over the years is not easily let go.

Fu Nian knew the stubbornness in his bones, he sighed secretly, and just about to speak, he heard a voice.

"Oh! It's not up to you to let it go or not!"

The sound waves rolled, ringing in everyone's ears.

Zhang Liang was shocked, and then felt a huge coercion crushing towards him. The strong murderous aura contained in it made his forehead break out in cold sweat, as if he was in a cold purgatory, and he couldn't even move.

"Wow!" He couldn't bear the impact any longer, and he took a few steps back, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face was as pale as paper.

Yan Lu, who rushed over quickly, stood in front of him together with Fu Nian.

Even if the positions are different, this person is their junior brother after all, the person they want to protect in times of crisis.

The white-haired and black-clothed man approached slowly step by step, and the power on his body made everyone tremble and suffocate.

Cold and ruthless eyes swept across the faces of the three of them, then Xiang Shaoyu and Jing Tianming who rushed over with Yan Lu, then the brothers Wei Zhuang, and finally fell on Yan Jingbai who was standing at the door.

Shi Zhixuan said in a very weird tone, "I've never seen you like this before, it's very—good!"

Yan Jingbai's face - turned black!