If I am not a Confucian saint, I will set off a revolution

Lin Ke sometimes felt that he was worried about Wang Lin's mental state.

At this time, after watching the battle and learning about Wang Lin's exercises, I became even more worried.

Heavenly Demon Formless Dafa?

This sounds like the villain's skill!
In terms of matching at this time, Wang Lin's crazy laugh, and that crazy look...

Lin Ke was a little scared.

Lin Xuanji was not afraid.

"I can kill real demons." Lin Xuanji's eyes shot out a foot of white light, and the kingly sword slashed straight at Wang Lin's hairpin.

The two people's verbal swordsmanship is very good, and the weapons that have been kept for a long time are also extremely powerful, and every time they collide, they will burst out with Dao sounds.

At the same time, a pale golden writing brush appeared in the hands of the demon head nun Wang Lin, and she swooped down like a big owl, with a little golden light appearing on the tip of the writing brush.

At the same time, six jet-black relics emerged, with a strange light shining on them.

"What is a Buddha, what is a demon? Thinking of a god and a demon, hahaha!" Wang Lin laughed wildly, her body trembling.

The dim light on the relic is reflected on the tip of the brush, and the gold and black colors are intertwined, forming a pattern similar to Tai Chi.

Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, and magic are integrated into one.

The entire surrounding space was torn apart, revealing the void behind.

Beyond the world is the void, and beyond the void is the universe.

The void is the color of pitch black, and the universe is the color of colorful.

But at this time, Wang Lin's attack even tore open the void, and one could see the colorful colors behind it.

Seeing Wang Lin's approach so ferociously, Lin Xuanji's heart beat even more violently, and the roaring sound was endless.

"Zhou Li, entrustment."

Lin Xuanji snorted coldly, and a mighty literary energy erupted from Wen's heart.

His literary heart is like the source of a great river, in which the literary spirit is continuous, even a mountain can easily be washed into dust.

And these literary spirits flooded into his Langhao brush, forming a glare of white light at the tip of the brush.

Two transfers.

"boom!!!"

A terrifying roar spread out, and a hundred thousand miles of landslides suddenly appeared around the two of them, and countless dark space cracks and colorful cosmic cracks were formed and shattered.

Within a radius of [-] miles, only Lin Ke, who was within the protection range of Diamond Cut, existed.

Those space cracks were immediately eliminated when they touched the diamond, and Lin Ke was safe and sound in it.

It would be great if there was melon seed soda... Lin Ke, who was watching a play, still had time to think about it.

However, he was also shocked by this huge destructive power.

What is the concept of a radius of one hundred thousand miles?
To put it simply, one hundred thousand miles can circle the Blue Star equator about 1.25 times.

A radius of one hundred thousand miles?
More than 50 meters!
With a diameter of more than 50 meters, that area is much larger than Blue Star!

For example, at this time, wherever Lin Ke could see, there were cracks in space and the universe.

This is the sixth realm of gentlemen, and its power is terrifying!
If Wang Lin and Lin Xuanji fought on the ground, ten capitals might not be enough for them to fight.

"boom!!!"

The brushes of the two collided like swords, but the resulting effect was like missiles exploding.

The figures of the two were fast, and after a moment of close combat, Lin Xuanji's brush made a "click" sound as if it was overwhelmed.

"As expected of Princess Tianchang..." The brush in Lin Xuanji's hand was also a treasure.

However, Wang Lin's pen is the most advanced even among the treasures.

"boom!!!"

After another collision, Lin Xuanji's body retreated quickly, and then he opened his mouth and recited aloud:

"Liarbi cut the white bridge with an open flame!"

"A little bit of frost breaks ten thousand bamboos!"

"I saw a sharp blade, blood stained with red tears!"

……

Lin Xuanji recited a line of poetry aloud, and under the agitation of his writing, visions formed in the air.

In the third and fourth realms, there are not so many people who use their mouths to recite poems, after all, they can speak silently.

Reading out the sound only enhances it by one or two.

But at this time, every bit of strength could lead to an overwhelming victory.

Therefore, Lin Xuanji naturally read it aloud.

Cold lights, light spots, blood blades, etc. gathered in the air with terrifying power.

And Wang Lin over there is not weak, and even more imposing.

Wang Lin recited the poems that Lin Ke had read in this world loudly, with a loud voice.

The poems that Lin Ke had read were all vision poems, and their power at this time was extremely powerful.

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Blade has never been tried!"

A long sword was formed, with frost radiating from it, faintly showing the sharpness of a hidden sword ten years later.

"Listen to the thunder in the silent place!"

"Everyone from all over the world is happy!"

Around the long sword, the sound of wind and thunder blessed, and the space oscillated.

"Kill a person in ten steps, and leave a thousand miles behind!"

"call out!!!"

As the verse fell, the long sword pierced through the void with a huge murderous aura, and slashed towards the vision formed by Lin Xuanji's verse with terrifying power.

"Chong!"

Gold and iron fight.

The cold light and blood blade over there lasted only a few seconds before being broken.

Lin Xuanji's gaze froze for a moment, and his expression couldn't help fluctuating.

And at the very moment when his literary energy was fluctuating, the female general Wang Lin over there suddenly overturned the inkstone on top of her head, and smashed the mace at the back of Lin Xuanji's head.

Taoist aunt Wang Lin held a jade bottle, and the endless river of ink was immediately absorbed into it, and her spirit and body became one, and the thought of transforming spirit formed a white snake, biting at Lin Xuanji's soul.

The jade hairpin of the great Confucian Wang Lin instantly hit the center of the sword of kingly way, knocking down the sword of kingly way.

It was because of the slight difference in this moment that directly led to Lin Xuanji's decline.

Lin Xuanji felt literary for a while, bookishness lingered around his body.

However, at this moment, the half-demon nun Wang Lin directly turned into a phantom, and her body passed through Lin Xuanji's body like a gust of wind.

Lin Xuanji's face turned pale immediately.

"Let's cut off a part of your bookishness, let's grow it slowly!" Wang Lin laughed wildly, and all the avatars around rushed towards the center, and finally turned into Wang Lin's body.

"Little girl, you're being polite." Wang Lin saluted very politely, and then chuckled lightly: "Lord Lin Xuanji, thank you for your hospitality, I'll go!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Lin waved her hand triumphantly, and disappeared in place with Lin Ke in diamond carving.

Lin Xuanji's face was gloomy, Wen's heart was beating, and it took him a while to recover, and he also disappeared into the sky.

……

Qi Tianxia and the others searched for a long time, and finally saw Lin Ke and Wang Lin slowly coming down from the sky.

Lin Ke's face turned pale, probably because of the wind blowing and freezing.

On the other hand, Wang Lin's complexion was rosy, not only was there no injury at all, but her lips were bright red, as if she had taken some great tonic.

Seeing the appearance of the two of them, Qi Tianxia and the others suddenly showed strange expressions.

These two... what were they doing just now?

"Wang Lin, didn't you just pick up Lin Ke?" Butcher Zhang asked directly.

But the next moment, when everyone saw Lin Xuanji who also flew down and escaped directly into the mansion, their expressions became even weirder.

Father and son harvested together? (end of this chapter)