The misery begins with the sinner

Chapter 20 Legalism and Confucianism are selfless
In the Xishan Cao Pavilion, in order to deal with the Holy Sword of the Three Religions, Jian Jiuchi came to pay a visit to the Supreme Sword Confucian of the Confucian Sect.

Unexpectedly, Jianru Zunjia was struck by evil energy and became crazy.

For his own safety, the swordsman will no longer be humiliated. The sword is close at hand, the sword in his hand is tightly held, and his eyes are determined to help him find himself.

"excuse me!"

With a cry of offence, the sword was close at hand without any reservation, and it was a quick snow sword move.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery changed and turned into a land of ice and snow.

Leng Che's sword light was swaying, and afterimages rushed forward.

Facing a dangerous situation, the swordsman with evil energy entering his body seemed to be stimulated. As he waved his hands, dozens of evil-stained sword energy appeared like a rainbow.

Even though he is controlled by evil spirits, his sword sense, which belongs to the best swordsman, is still sharp.

It seems to have no rules, but every move makes the sword close at hand and forces it to retreat.

"Great!"

I had been mentally prepared for it. Sword Confucianism was at the pinnacle of Confucian swordsmanship. Surprisingly, even if he became evil, his swordsmanship was still powerful.

"It seems that normal moves won't work anymore!"

Just as he was about to settle down, he saw that the sword energy like rain was already in front of him. The sword was so close that he didn't dare to neglect it and retreated instead of advancing.

Wuxia's cold sword light surged, and his body transformed into a double form.

The Kuai Xue Qing Shi Jue and the Wind Mark Sword Technique were used at the same time. The light blue sword light and the sword of the wind attacked from the left and right.

At the same time, a blood shadow floated in the wind and quietly appeared behind Jianru.

On the flawless, simple and elegant sword body, the majestic, pure and holy aura suddenly burst out.

Attacked from both sides and attacked from behind, the crazy swordsman never changed his true nature as a master.

The condensed air turned into a sword, and the figure turned sharply, condensing into boundless Qiongxiao sword energy and cutting through the sky.

There were several clanging sounds, just as the sword behind him was close at hand and the long sword was about to fall.

Shocked to see the sword transformed by the evil spirit of the swordsman, he turned around and swung it.

The sharp energy hit his face, he didn't dare to touch the sword head-on with the sword so close, he had no time to change his moves in an instant.

The overbearing and powerful demonic sword force immediately chopped down.

boom……

Amidst the rumbling sound, the entire Western Mountain set off boundless waves of dust. In the sharp light of the two people's confrontation, it condensed into a sky-reaching tornado, emitting endless sword pressure that penetrated hundreds of miles away.

Deep in the De Feng Ancient Road, the highest holy land of the Confucian Mingde lineage, the first of the Haozheng Five Paths, is within the Haofa Xiu Hall.

A majestic figure that seems to be eternal and unchanging, like an immortal monument of Confucianism.

Holding the code of checks and balances in hand, and carrying the righteous sword on his back, he stands proudly between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, the figure's face changed slightly, and he looked towards the west mountain.

At the same time, deep within the Five Paths of Haozheng, an emperor's voice sounded.

"Faru, go to Xishan quickly!"

"Ok!"

He responded softly, and then the vast aura surged, and a ray of light and shadow shot out with the five rays of Haozheng, straight into the nine heavens, and went hundreds of miles away.

Within the Xishan Mountain, they had been fighting for a long time. The sword was so close that they were covered in blood, but the sword in their hands was held tighter.

As time goes by, the evil of swordsmen becomes more and more serious, and the power of the sword becomes more powerful.

Even if the sword is close at hand and is shot with all the strength, it is still difficult to get close.

Looking at the increasingly chaotic old man in front of him, he knew that he could not delay the sword any longer.

He dodged the incoming sword energy, his sword was close at hand and his body exploded, causing the storm in the sky to disappear in an instant.

The sea of ​​qi in the dantian continued to gather, and the four swords, including the frost sword qi, the bloody sword, the magic flow sword and wind trace, and the single-edged sword, condensed and took shape in an instant.

There is no reservation in the sword's intention. Whether it is victory or defeat, life or death, it can all be done with one move.

"Sen Luo Wandao - Sword Returns to One!"

Feeling the threat from the sword so close, the evil power all over Jianru's body exploded, and the sword energy that destroyed the world came out from his body.

Tens of thousands of evil sword energies circled like dragons, forming a mountain of evil swords that shot out across the sky.

The four swords were separated in four directions, forming the force of four images. When the swords came out vertically, the swords were close together and the swords merged into one. The flawless sword light went straight towards Jian Yue, trying to break through ten thousand swords with the four swords.

Boom...long...

Shocking explosions scattered in all directions, and the entire Xishan Mountain turned over like a bull. The explosions continued, raising thousands of feet of smoke and dust, covering the sky and covering the earth.

In the smoke and dust, I saw the sword close at hand, based on the four swords. Regardless of the sword edge, it was like a wild goose, not afraid of the wind and rain, condensing its sword soul, and powerfully breaking through the mountains of Wanjian.

The evil spirit was awe-inspiring. Just when the sword broke through the sword mountain, he saw that the sword scholar was already in front of him, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.

Without thinking, he managed to avoid the vital point. He only felt a pain in his chest, and the sharp sword energy carrying evil energy penetrated his body instantly.

Death is in front of him, the sword is close at hand, his eyes are red, his mind is getting colder, he will not retreat but advance.

As the Divine Elephant's prison-shaking power was running wildly, the majestic energy and blood all over his body exploded. Regardless of his own injuries, he grabbed Jianru's arm with his left hand and struck out with a palm of his right hand, so close that it penetrated Jianru's body.

"I win! Drink...!"

With a loud shout, the sword condensed a mighty aura, and regardless of it, a steady stream poured into the sea of ​​Jianru Qi.

The Haoran Qi has been cultivated for a long time, and now when it explodes, the light soars into the sky, and the heaven and earth suddenly become clear.

Facing the scorching sun, the crazy old man went to the Qingming Festival again.

"This is……!"

The moment he opened his eyes, Jianru saw a strange young man covered in blood, and he subconsciously withdrew his arm.

But he saw blood spurting out from within sight of the sword, covering the sword scholar's body.

Suppressing the injury, the tense heart of the sword was finally let go, and a feeling of weakness suddenly surged into my heart.

His body could no longer support himself and he fell down.

"Young man, how are you doing? Can you still hold on?" Jianru's figure moved hurriedly, holding the sword close at hand, and immediately used his kung fu to stop the bleeding. He looked at the sword close at hand with his vicissitudes of eyes.

"Ha! Senior is really awesome!" He smiled bitterly, and slowly moved his body with the sword close to him. While recovering from his injuries, he said, "It's really hard to ask you for help!"

Realizing that the sword was close to him and the injury was heavy, Jianru immediately said: "Hold on first, I will take you for treatment!"

"Don't worry!" He gathered his strength, broke away, held the sword close to his body, and said feebly: "Senior! Listen to me! Now that you have regained consciousness, I will leave this sword to you! "

He took out the Tianke Mingjian and inserted it casually in front of him. With the sword close at hand, he slowly sat on the ground while running the Divine Elephant Prison Suppression Power to absorb the power of heaven and earth and restore his injured body.

His eyes were fixed on Jianru's eyes. Although he was sure that Jianru wouldn't care, he couldn't guarantee people's hearts.

The sword is close at hand, ready to run away at any time.

"This is...?" After a pause, Sword Confucian finally reacted and said: "This is the holy sword of the Three Religions!"

"That's right! This sword is the bane, and it's also the purpose of my coming here!"

Without looking at the holy sword, Jianru squatted down his old body and sat close to the sword, looking at his body that was slowly recovering and no longer bleeding.

Then he asked: "You came to me to return the Holy Sword? But why didn't you just return the De Feng Ancient Way?"

"Back then, my mother failed in guarding the Holy Sword and was executed.

And I was also controlled by others. For hundreds of years, I used my body to cultivate swords.

I just got out of trouble not long ago!

This sword is the bane of our family, and I cannot trust the head of the Confucian sect, so I can only send it to my senior! "

While the sword was close at hand, Sword Confucian was also thinking about the theft of the holy sword and the final result.

He looked at his chest because his clothes were torn and the sword was close at hand, and there was a scar that penetrated his heart.

As the pinnacle of Confucian swordsmanship, it can be seen at a glance that the wound matches the holy sword perfectly.

I also made a judgment on his words in my heart.

"You are the child of that girl Xi Duanhong. Go back to Haozhengwu with Lao Dian first, and we will discuss the matter later!"

He shook his head and refused with the sword close at hand: "I can't go to Haozheng Wudao. The conspirator behind it took action against me not long ago. His purpose was the Holy Sword. If I go, it will be trouble."

Moreover, I am also a single criminal, the murderer of the Confucian murder case. Although I am controlled, I am the one who kills. If I go, I won’t be able to come out! "

There is no need to hide something. Some things can be easily dealt with if you say them up front.

The character of Jian Ru is in a duel so close to him, and coupled with the memory in his mind, he is sure of it.

Only by telling the truth can you pave the way for your future.

"Are you a single-edge criminal?" Sword Confucian had seen Sui Wutuan, and originally subconsciously thought that the sword was close to Sui Wutuan.

But now, it can be seen from the words that the close proximity of the sword is not unreasonable. Xi Duanhong once had a husband, but Jian Ru did not know about it.

He had doubts in his heart, but after looking at the seriously injured young man, after thinking about it, the old man realized that he really could not appear in the Haozheng Five Paths now.

"Do you know who the conspirator you mentioned is?"

"I don't know where he came from, I just know that he calls himself the master of the chess game of Heaven and Earth!"

As the words fell, he saw a strong anger accompanied by a powerful roar.

"What nonsense!"

Immediately, only one person was seen, stepping on the auspicious clouds, and accompanied by the chant of poetry, descended from the sky.

"Justify what heaven and earth do not, judge what is right or wrong, do not judge, what criminals and ghosts do not violate, what the sun and moon cannot destroy. Confucianism and legalism, ruthlessness, Confucianism in law, selflessness."

The moment he landed, the sky wind came. The sword was so close that he could only feel his own injuries. He was recovering quickly in the sky wind.

"Is Jianru okay?"

"I'm fine. Thank you so much, Faru!" Standing in the wind, Swordsman slowly stood up and held the holy sword.

And Jian Qianchi also relied on the recovered strength to stand up, head held high, and faced the scrutinizing eyes of Fa Ru.

He bowed his hands and said, "I've seen the Dharma Confucian Master!"

"Since the single-fronted sinner has returned the holy sword, then follow me back to the Five Paths of Haozheng!"

The sword was close at hand and he had no time to take it, so he replied solemnly: "I refuse!"

"Insanity!"

Faru waved his sleeves, and a huge air pressure came out. The sword that had been severely damaged was close at hand, and his body was unstable.

The sword scholar on the side stepped forward and stood between the two of them.

"This kid Jun Fengtian saved Lao Dian's life. He is here and no one can take him away!"

Unexpectedly, Jianru would defend himself in this way. Jianju had gained another understanding of the senior in front of him.

Faru did not express his position and looked at the sword close at hand.

Everything depends on evidence. The sword was close at hand and he slowly took out the image stone and stepped forward.

"Your Excellency, I am here to solve this matter! I have caused trouble for you!" Facing Faru, the sword was close at hand and he said slowly: "According to my investigation, many years ago, during the Battle of Blood River, the ghost chess master was killed by legend at the time. The people from the Zhongxian Sect were killed.

But not long ago, I saw him. Let’s take a look at it, your honor! "

Before he could blink, the shadow stone had already appeared in Faru's hand. The sword was so close that he didn't even notice it. This ability made his heart skip a beat.

With their true energy activated, the scene of that day's battlefield immediately appeared in front of the three of them.

Fa Ru looked at it for a while and said: "Looking at this person's clothing and appearance, he does look similar to the Ghost Chess Master. But you also need to follow me back to Confucianism to clarify everything!"

Just when the sword was close and he was about to reject it again, he saw Fa Ru sinking his feet and a huge force of energy swept over him.

They were already seriously injured, and there was a huge gap in strength between the two. The sword was so close that they had no time to react, and their vision went dark and they lost consciousness.

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(End of this chapter)