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Although the head of Changying is a person who has passed away long ago, his portrait is painted on many scrolls handed down to the world, and the majestic jade carving of the first head of the Confucianism Sect is enshrined in the Xianxian Hall of Confucianism. Therefore, Ye Wangxi died almost instantly. 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 Chu Wanning, the most powerful master in the comprehension world, will have no chance of winning against him.
Nangong Si was trembling, but not because of fear, but a kind of extremely strong sadness and anger¡ª¡ªTaizong Xu Shuanglin actually made the remains of Taizong into Zhenlong chess pieces!
crazy¡¡
Really crazy!
That is their ancestors, the soul of the Confucianism School, the root of the Confucianism School, and the gods respected by generations of disciples and descendants for hundreds of years.
It's Nangong Changying!
The blue veins on Nangong Si's neck throbbed violently, and he let out a distorted roar, like a tiger howling in a forest: "Xu Shuanglin!! No, Nangong Xu!!! 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 silk belts. 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 in hand, 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, and the tip of the sword touched the jade steps, making a piercing scratching sound. 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 did you trespass here?"
It is extremely shocking to hear the ancestors of hundreds of years speak, even if it is only as a rare chess piece.
Nangong Si swallowed her saliva and said, "The grand master, I"
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He suddenly let go of the long sword he was holding, knelt down and kowtowed: "The younger generation is unworthy, the seventh generation of the Confucianism School has been passed down, 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."
Swords meet!
After Nangong Si struck 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."
"Tailord!"
The sword flowers are dazzling, and the swords are all fierce and shocking. Under the collision of iron blades and iron blades, fireworks are scattered, and the light is like snow.
Xue Zhengyi punched the enchantment with a fist, 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 Sect 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 on 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¡ªfortunately, she didn't catch Nangongsi at the beginning. If she really tied up Nangongsi and came to Jiaoshan alone, facing the first 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, 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 Nangong Changying?, noticed these subtleties. "
"Zheng¡ª¡ª!"
The two long blades faced each other, and Nangong Si and Nangong Changying were very close to each other, facing each other through the sparks flying weapons.
?Having lost her left-handed Nangong Changying, she faced Nangong Si, who was scarred but exhausted her last bit of physical 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 armcouldn't he cut it off himself?!"
In fact, it is not only Xue Zhengyi, but many people who are fighting outside the barrier gradually have such speculations in their hearts:
?Confucianism School 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 somewhat 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 cut off all the meridians in his left arm. Even if there are unrighteous people who use his corpse to stir up trouble in the future, they will 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.
In Mo Ran's view, this corpse is obviously different from the others. He seems to have been struggling and regaining his consciousness during his lifetime.
This is also what Mo Ran was worried about before¡ª¡ªAlthough 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 can almost conclude that Xu Shuanglin cannot 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 can't get in, the barrier is closed, and it's the territory of the Nangong family. Anyone of them rushing in will cause the spirit of Jiaoshan to violently rise up, and it will 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 on his own, 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.
"Whoa¡ª¡ª"
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 seeping from the palm of Nangong Si
"Si! Don't fight anymore! Come out! Let's think of a way!" Ye Wangxi kept shouting 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 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 in ashes.
"Si"
This blow was too heavy, Nangong Si gritted his teeth, dripping with sweat, trying to get up from the ground without saying a word, but a cold light flashed by, 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. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)"Si"
This blow was too heavy, Nangong Si gritted his teeth, dripping with sweat, trying to get up from the ground without saying a word, but a cold light flashed by, 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. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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