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Chapter 58 The sword has arrived, and the disaster is about to end?
Seeing that the black shadow in the sky had been removed, Wang Guanzhi flew down the sword at the driver's feet,
But it seemed that he was restless, and even staggered when he jumped from the sword to the ground, then looked at Fang Bie, bent down and bowed to him.

It is not only a thank you for the help just now, but also a respect for everyone who is far superior to him in the way of swordsmanship.

"You are really young and promising. I heard that Wuya Swordsman's swordsmanship has reached perfection very early. Although I was shocked when I saw the dragon-slaying sword in the academy, I was also shocked by its power."

"But feeling the sword so close just now is the only way to understand your accomplishments in the way of swordsmanship. I, an old man, can't match it."

Fang Bie accepted Wang Guanzhi's bow expressionlessly, and then put the Hua Hua Sword in its sheath:

"Mr. Wang's swordsmanship can be considered superb, so don't underestimate yourself. Besides, although I have gone far in this field, I am inferior to you in educating people and passing on skills."

"Leaving aside this matter for now, what exactly happened in Mingyue Academy?" Fang Bie asked Liu Rushi.

"Zong Yang should have entered the book pavilion of Mingyue Academy by now, fighting with several priests of our academy."

Liu Rushi looked at Fang Bie. Although Mingyue Academy was in such a precarious situation, although he was angry, he did not lose his sense of proportion and reason. Those eyes were also the same as when Fang Bie first met. The remaining flowers startled some waves.

"I also just came back from there, let those priests restrain Zong Yang, and I went to get the town sword from our academy to completely kill that monster."

"Town thing? Could it be the saber of Confucian saints—— Scattering Clouds and Gathering the Moon?" Fang Bie asked doubtfully.

Liu Rushi nodded:
"It is this sword."

When Wang Guanzhi heard Liu Rushi say that he was going to get the sword, his beard bristled in fright:

"If so! That sword hasn't recognized its owner until now, wouldn't you just drive it forcibly by doing this!? If something goes wrong..."

Liu Rushi interrupted Wang Guanzhi's words with a wave of his hand, and walked towards the Dean's Pavilion with firm eyes:
"Sir, don't say any more, I'm free to make up my own mind. Shopkeeper Fang, can I trouble you and Mr. Wang to go to Zongshu Pavilion to restrain Zong Yang, and also to watch out for its backhands, and I'll be there soon."

Fang Bie looked at Liu Rushi's leaving back in silence, then looked at Wang Guanzhi with a complex expression and said:

"Please ask Mr. Wang to lead the way. This is also a method."

Wang Guanzhi sighed, and then flew towards the Zangshu Pavilion with Yujian, and Fang Bie followed him steadily.

"Treasurer Fang, if there is a chance, you and I can try to kill this monster completely. After all, that sword is the saber of a Confucian saint. I'm afraid there will be some bad consequences after hearing this." Wang Guanzhi's voice reached Fang Bie's ears in the air, and Fang Bie couldn't help but look up at him.

"Okay, I know."

After that, neither of them spoke, they just walked across the courtyard and warehouses silently, and finally stopped under a tall and antique tower.

The two chased outside, and became alert when they heard the sound of fighting coming from inside.

Fang Bie drew out the Huahua Sword at his waist again, and the aura of a master of swordsmanship surged out of him, but when Wang Guanzhi was about to take out the sword, he felt this aura and stopped.

Then watching Fang Bie walk in front of him, looking at the young face of the person in front of him, Wang Guanzhi also gave a wry smile:
"Why do I go back as I get older? If I don't even have the courage to draw a sword, then how can I have the face to teach this sword to my students?!"

Then the aura of the whole person also became fierce, and he pulled out the sword bit by bit, and the sound produced by the rubbing of the sword body and the scabbard was like an exciting drum at this moment.

Although this was an ordinary sword-drawing and holding hands, the bottleneck that Wang Guanzhi had immersed in for more than ten years was really loosened.

"Master Fang, thank you very much." Wang Guanzhi said in a dark voice.

Fang Bie also put a smile on his face when he heard this, but he didn't respond to him.

Then he pushed open the door in front of him. Zong Yang was still wearing a black robe, with only a few gaps. On the floor of the Library Pavilion, there were two bloody corpses lying in front of him. It was an old man who was half kneeling on the ground, covered in paint, staring at him with a ferocious face.

"Monster! Don't be rampant here, our academy will definitely be your burial place!"

Zong Yang smiled contemptuously:
"It's a pity that the person who buried me was not you."

Then he took out a strange-looking strange weapon from the black robe, a bronze weapon that looked like both a dagger and a flute.

Zong Yang put it on his mouth and blew it lightly, the ear-piercing magic sound echoed in this small room, one after another black shadows crawled out from Zong Yang's shadow.

The old man saw that those black shadows turned out to be dolls with heavy make-up and dolls that didn't look like living things, just like...people walking out of the murals.

The old man frowned, and he fell to the ground and moved back inch by inch, his eyes filled with dread and even fear.

Because just now, these monsters killed several senior gentlemen who fought side by side with him, and these shadows were as if they could not be killed.

"Could it be that I'm going to die here this time, then I can't let Dean Liu come over, at least..."

"At the very least, we must leave a way out for Mingyue Academy! I can only do so much with my life!"

The old man thought that this is a piece of paper that first cleared away all the approaching painting demons, then picked up the long sword on the ground, and threw it out after infusing it with literary energy. However, he did not throw it at Zong Yang, but at Zong Yang. up the ceiling.

Suddenly there was a loud bang, and a big hole appeared on the roof. The sword also rushed into the sky, and then exploded brightly, like a gorgeous firework, but after the firework exploded, it turned into zero zeros all over the sky. Fragments of literary spirit spilled over the entire academy.

His desperation was instilled in these manners, if Liu Rushi and the rest of Mr. Big felt it, they would decisively lead the rest of the students to retreat.

"This is the last thing I can do for the academy...I didn't expect that the century-old academy would give you a monster to sneak in. What a pity, it's ridiculous!"

There was no other emotion in the eyes of the old gentleman, only the intention of fighting the monster in front of him. Just when he was about to give up his life to buy some time for the academy, the door of the library slowly opened.

At the same time, a tall and straight figure holding a sword appeared in front of the door, and with just a light swing of the long sword, those painted monsters were all dissipated into dust.

And Zong Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at that figure:

"I really didn't expect you to come so soon, don't..."

(End of this chapter)