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

When the two collided together, a huge wave raged.

"boom!!!"

The first one to bear the brunt is the pavilion.

The pavilion originally had a thin layer of protective power, but it immediately broke apart after being exposed to the shock wave.

The people inside were knocked around for a while by the impact. The middle-aged Taoist priests, monks and others could not continue to output and could only work hard to protect themselves.

The flowers, plants and trees outside for hundreds of meters were directly destroyed. The formation that had just enveloped Qingxia Mountain was instantly shaken away, and the spiritual energy disappeared completely.

"So domineering!"

Ah Shui was fine, and then he praised again: "Your sword technique is as aggressive as fire, and although your sword intention is immature, it also contains righteousness."

Then he shook his head: "It's a pity that you will die here today."

In the confrontation between sword intent and revenge intent, Lin Ke was at a disadvantage.

So much so that he took several steps back due to the force of the counter-shock, and the storm almost caused him to collapse.

He did not respond to Ah Shui's words, but once again turned the power of change in his body into sword energy, roared out, and poured it into the storm.

At this time, Ah Shui mustered up the literary energy in his body and urged the revenge in mid-air to quickly hit Lin Ke.

Ah Shui didn't have any cultural treasures or magic weapons, nor did he have the method of training his minions like the demon clan, and he only had a few attack methods.

He doesn't even know how to write poems or songs.

Now Lin Ke saw that Ah Shui was already a bit out of his depth, but he didn't dare to take it lightly.

A huge gap in realm cannot be bridged so easily.

"Qiang!!"

The influx of sword energy, coupled with Lin Ke's sword intention, caused the storm to fly up again, stabbing at the speeding revenge.

Another impact.

This collision made Wen Meng and the others aware of the gap between themselves and Lin Ke.

If Wen Meng hadn't helped to resist, everyone else would have been knocked unconscious.

The battle between the early stage of the Three Realms and the early stage of the Fourth Realm!

But it seemed to be a battle between the four realms, with such a huge momentum.

Even Wen Meng, a person from the third realm, couldn't get involved.

"Let's leave quickly! Go get the reinforcements!"

Wen Meng made a prompt decision.

Rather than disturbing Lin Ke here, it would be better to move reinforcements or stay away to think of some countermeasures.

Several other people were also decisive, and immediately followed Wen Meng and galloped down the mountain.

During this process, Lin Ke and Ah Shui near the pavilion had collided several times.

The fluctuations of the two of them also spread out into the distance. If the prefect or the city god noticed, they would be able to come to support in an instant.

After Wen Meng got out of the fighting range of the two men, he immediately sent his thoughts towards the prefect.

"No, the distance is too far!"

Wen Meng gritted his teeth, then turned around and took out his Zhuge Speed ​​​​Car: "You drive the speed car until my thoughts can touch Fucheng!"

Just within the fighting range, it is difficult for ideas to spread.

Although now out of the battle, Wen Meng's thoughts cannot reach the point of directly extending to Jiangning Prefecture.

To stimulate thoughts and communicate with thoughts requires a certain level of literary style.

Wen Meng and the others were almost across the country from Fucheng.

Even in the capital before, except for some special occasions, most people in the capital would not raise their own thoughts.

Firstly, it is because I am afraid of offending others, and secondly, it is because observing and communicating with thoughts requires a lot of literary energy.

Even if they encounter some major events, some heads of aristocratic families in other areas can only use the cultural treasures in the family residence in Beijing to spread their thoughts.

Only when you reach the realm of a gentleman, with dual cultivation of life and life, the ability to connect with heaven and humans, and be uninhibited, your thoughts will be almost endless, and it will be easy to travel across a whole country. And in the holy realm, even after the physical body naturally dies, it can also use spiritual thoughts to rebuild the flesh and blood and survive in another way.

"boarding!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest was also very decisive. After sweeping the dust with his whisk, everyone suddenly became more energetic: "I use the method of poison to stimulate your potential. After two hours, you will feel weak and out of breath. After two days of cultivation, the poison will be discharged automatically. Physical recovery."

He gave a brief introduction, and then took the lead in infusing Zhuge Speedy's energy at his feet.

As a result, Buddhist power, literary energy, true energy, etc. were all integrated into Zhuge Speedy Chariot.

Zhuge's flying car let out a loud roar and then sped towards Fucheng in the distance.

Wen Meng sensed the damage caused to the car body by Zhuge Fei's overloaded operation, but he couldn't care so much.

In their opinion, although Lin Ke was a genius of the human race and had unparalleled killing power as a swordsman, he could only barely resist Ah Shui who was at a higher level.

They had to bring in reinforcements as soon as possible, otherwise if Lin Ke died, the Wei Dynasty would lose a swordsman prodigy, and there was no telling what kind of crazy decision Ah Shui, who knew he was about to die, would make.

Thinking of this, Wen Meng looked at the fainted waiter in his arms, then looked at the direction behind him, and couldn't help but whisper:

"Brother Chen, you must hold on!"

……

At this time, Lin Ke fell into a strange state.

The staff of holy standard has been taken out to avoid capsizing in the gutter.

But he put it in again.

Because he felt the public opinion.

The anger of public opinion!
The poem "Listen to the thunder in the silent place" embodies the public opinion of Jiangning Prefecture.

That kind of anger, combined with his Confucianism and the power of change, vaguely made him touch the sword intention.

"The sword of public opinion..."

Lin Ke frowned as he looked at the desire for revenge that came to him several times: "Public opinion..."

The next moment, he closed his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Ah Shui also frowned in a rare way, and the original calmness on his face disappeared.

"Epiphany?"

If you have an epiphany in the middle of a fight, isn't it like seeking death?

However, at the next moment, Lin Ke and Baofeng connected with each other, and Baofeng directly drew a mysterious and mysterious trajectory in mid-air, slashing towards the forehead and between the eyebrows with the intention of revenge.

He had just passed this position, but now Ah Shui had a bad feeling in his heart, so naturally he couldn't let Lin Ke get what he wanted.

Then the desire for revenge spread out in an instant, flew back and attached to Ah Shui's body.

A storm followed, and Ah Shui used its horns to lift up the moon.

The blow was so powerful and heavy that it directly scattered the thin sword intent, and even the storm turned into yellow sand all over the sky.

"Do people and minds unite..."

Lin Ke closed his eyes, but he could feel the source of public anger condensing from the cow body in the sky to Ah Shui.

So he opened his five fingers, and the yellow sand in the sky condensed into a three-foot sharp blade in his hand.

"Can you withstand the storm?"

Lin Ke asked softly.

"Master, come on!" Baofeng's voice had a faint sense of expectation.

The next moment, Lin Ke jumped up, the anger of the people's sword concentrated on the blade, and lightly slashed towards Ah Shui's head.

"Martial arts?"

Ah Shui's expression did not change, he recited the classic "Gongyang Zhuan" in his mouth, and pointed the horns at the sword's edge.

"Boom!!!" (End of this chapter)