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

Chapter 357 Sword Intent!

"Because your mother died at the hands of someone, you want to kill all the human race? How can the human race in the world be so innocent?"

Lin Ke shook his head.

Killing the nine tribes, sitting together, etc., there will definitely be innocent people when implemented.

Let alone one that wants to kill an entire ethnic group.

Does that mean that next time a relative is eaten by a tiger, you will kill all the tigers in the world?

If everything in the world is the same, wouldn't it be chaos?
Today the rats become demons and kill all the snakes in the world. Tomorrow the snakes gain enlightenment and become demons and slaughter the eagles. How can there be peace in the world?
However, Lin Ke estimated that Ah Shui's mind had already been corroded by revenge, and his long-term adherence to his original intention made him unable to hear other words.

In particular, many cattle have a stubborn streak and are very stubborn.

Moreover, Ah Shui massacred people from dozens of villages, which was an unforgivable crime.

"Forget it, there's no point in talking more."

Lin Ke's power of change circulated and turned into sword energy.

"Zheng!"

The storm came out of his hand, and the sword solidified into one body. Although there was no flame coming out from it, it seemed to turn into a blue sun, and the scorching power hit his face.

"Sword cultivator?"

Ah Shui also seemed to know what a swordsman was, and he quickly chanted: "If a minister does not seek revenge on thieves, he is not a minister; if a son does not seek revenge, he is not a son!"

Immediately, a huge horse-cutting sword appeared in front of him, with black and red flames burning on it: "Kill the enemy!"

"Knife?" The intelligence did not mention that the evil demon used a weapon to kill people, but Lin Ke was naturally not afraid.

The stormy green edge shimmered, the sword spirit urged the sword body to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the sword tip was aimed at the center of the sword.

"Qiang!" "Qiang!" "Qiang!"...

In just a moment, the swords struck each other dozens of times, making sounds of gold and iron clashing.

During this exchange, various large and small flaws appeared on the blade of the sword, and there was even a crack that almost cut it across.

The Storm Sword also has cracks, but its body is a sword of sand. As the sand grains circulate, all the cracks and gaps are repaired, and after a confrontation, it remains unscathed.

"What a domineering swordsmanship!"

The sword that had been cultivated for a long time was hit with so many holes that Ah Shui's expression became extremely frightened and angry.

He is a huge level ahead of Lin Ke!

Confucianism and Taoism, the three realms can give birth to verbal conflicts and swordsmanship.

The sharpest sword in the world is the human heart, human nature, thought, spirit, language, and culture, not ordinary soldiers.

For example, if the Xuanyuan Sword is made of the same material but is called a "big sword", it will be far less sharp than the glory of the human race carried on the Xuanyuan Sword.

Therefore, the sword conceived by the power of lips and tongue is far more powerful than the magical weapon that some mortals think.

Ah Shui's horse-killing sword itself is made of ordinary material, but Lin Ke's Storm has been held by Lin Xiao for many years in the way of sword cultivation. In conjunction with Lin Ke's Confucianism of righteousness, it can be easily broken by the magic weapon.

The sword flew back, its shape changed in the air, becoming smaller and smaller, and then it turned into a shadow when it came to Ah Shui's mouth, and was taken in by opening his mouth.

Storm was driven forward by Lin Ke, falling from the sky and stabbing Ah Shui's copper bell-like right eye with the tip of his sword.

"If an minister does not seek revenge on thieves, he is not an minister; if a son does not seek revenge, he is not a son!"

In less than a second, a sentence from Gongyang's Confucian classics was recited by Ah Shui.

At the same time, the huge Wen Qi gathered together and formed a phantom with the body of an ox in front of Ah Shui's forehead, changing from the size of a palm to as huge as a hill.

The storm sword arrived in an instant, and before it could hit Ah Shui's eyes, it was blown away by the phantom of the cow body.

"Is this revenge?" Lin Ke looked serious.

Sword cultivators can cultivate Sword Intention in the Four Realms, Confucian scholars can cultivate Confucian Intention or Literary Intention in the Four Realms, and Taoist priests can also cultivate Dao Intention in the Four Realms.

There are also people with outstanding talents who can use thoughts to condense their thoughts before the four realms.

But most people can only condense the literary meaning in the late fourth stage, and transform from the literary meaning into the literary heart in the fifth stage.

However, Ah Shui is now in the early stage of the fourth realm and already has such a strong literary meaning.

Genius! Undoubtedly a genius!
"Your talent is such a pity..."

Lin Ke shook his head.

After Ah Shui became a demon, he had no teacher or father, but he was able to cultivate literary meaning, which is enough to prove his talent.

Unfortunately, no matter how talented you are, if you go the wrong way, you will still be punished.

"Buzz..."

Lin Ke's Confucianism of righteousness soared into the sky and attached to the flying wind.

At the same time, he chanted quickly:

"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles!"

"Listen to the thunder in the silent place!"

When the first line of the poem is completed, the invisible killing power envelopes the storm, and the blood-red color on the blade is almost dripping.

The storm once followed Lin Xiao around the world. It was a sword bound to Lin Xiao's life. Lin Xiao's entire cultivation was based on this sword.

Now, for the first time, Lin Ke blessed the sword with the power of poetry, and Baofeng immediately felt an unparalleled effect.

"Master, you are so powerful! So powerful!"

Baofeng couldn't help but praise, and his sword roared.

Lin Xiao had trouble reading when he was a child, let alone learning poetry, so he never blessed Baofeng.

It was also the first time that Baofeng felt the thrill of a sudden increase in power.

"Master Lin Ke's poems!"

At this time, hearing Lin Ke reciting poetry, Wen Meng also exclaimed.

"Mr. Chen is in the capital and has met Mr. Lin Ke. It is appropriate for him to learn poetry."

Wu Jun's tone was full of unabashed envy.

Lin Ke's poetry has not yet been completely spread, so there are not that many people studying it.

People like Wu Jun and Gao Yan specialize in the methods of protection and have no energy to learn the methods of attack.

"We should continue to work hard and help Mr. Chen from the side!" The middle-aged Taoist priest swept the dust out of the air, and bursts of sweet fragrance diffused from it, as if it was some kind of delicious melon and fruit fragrance.

Some of the surrounding flowers and plants seemed to fall down and inhale some of the fragrance, and then immediately turned into powder, as if they had been sucked dry of their moisture.

The monk had already opened his eyes, but after the middle-aged Taoist priest moved, he sat down cross-legged again and read scriptures.

Wen Mengye turned over his hands again and took out a few projectiles, throwing them out and turning them into puppet beasts for harassment purposes.

They want to distract Ah Shui!
"Kill, kill, kill!"

However, seeing Lin Ke blessing his sword, Ah Shui's eyes turned extremely red and he uttered the word "kill" three times.

The phantom of the giant bull above the head looked up to the sky and groaned, slamming into the storm.

Lin Ke felt that the anger of public opinion accumulated by Jing Lei had boiled to a critical point.

You know, the poem "Listen to the thunder in the silent place" can use the anger of public opinion.

But now, all the damage caused by the evil monster to Jiangning Mansion has turned into the hidden anger of the people.

This kind of anger from the public opinion is almost comparable to the vision of the anger from the public opinion when he first recited the poem.

Sword intent!

A sword intent based on the wrath of public opinion!

Sensing this vague sword intention, Lin Ke made a sharp stroke with his right hand and shouted coldly:
"cut!"

The storm rushed out and chopped off the head of the giant bull that hit below.

Crashed!

(End of this chapter)