Sanqing Inheritance System

Chapter 198 Although the sword is destroyed, the spirit lasts forever

In the rear, everyone was beyond shocked by the scene in front of them.

The sky-shattering roar, the surging spirit seemed to be able to mobilize the blood in everyone's heart.

"This is the sword of Senior Brother Ziheng. The sword he comprehended while breaking the innate martial arts is called the Sword of Reincarnation Thousand Hearts. It can resonate with the spirit, energy and spirit of the heroic souls of the ancestors buried in the sword mound in Shushan Mountain." Qixiu held both hands. With a burden on his back, he said with complicated eyes: "Senior Brother Ziheng has also lived through hardships in these years, and it is precisely because of this hardship that he can comprehend this outstanding achievement."

"At that time, the seven sons of Shushan went to the mountain gate to fight against Japan, and he was the only one who came back with the swords and relics of his brothers and sisters. At that time, the disciples of Shushan appeared to be different generations, and finally the previous generation headed a few disciples from the outer gate to Shushan. The inner sect succeeded the new Shushan Seven Swords, but soon afterward, the sect leader also passed away."

"Senior brother, he drank heavily every day and was in constant fear, until the day when his spiritual power was awakened. He moved forward with the regrets of his senior brothers. The martial arts scene that the senior brothers could not see was done by him. He inherited the The desire of the people has also inherited their spirit, Wu Dexian, using the sword in his hand, and their swords, to protect this Shu Mountain and protect the country."

Listening to Qixiu's eloquence, the people around were a little fascinated.

After a while, everyone woke up from the shock.

Ye Tianling murmured: "Is this why he can be ranked third on the land list?"

"Do not."

Qixiu categorically denied it.

"Brother, his strength is indeed the third on the list."

"But if Senior Brother Ziheng is on Mount Shu." Qixiu said indifferently: "Under the Heavenly Rankings, there will be invincible hands."

"Is this your trump card?"

Shushan has sacrificed countless heroes since ancient times.

Some are ordinary disciples.

And some are sword cultivators who can kill hundreds of enemies with one sword. After their death, their spiritually entangled swords were buried in Shushan Mountain, and now they are awakened together.

Destruction.

These enemies are not the generals of Can Jian at all.

At this time, everyone knew that it turned out that this is the situation after the sword cultivator broke through.

It turned out that Wu could be so powerful.

It turned out that the sword repair spirit of this warrior is so admirable.

Almost all members of the legalists, military strategists, and physicians who were present were attracted by this kind of 'wu', and were all attracted by this kind of 'spirit'.

the other side.

In just an instant, most of the poisonous snakes on the ground were beheaded and killed. The enemy died and was caught.

The formation of a thousand swords composed of the spirit of Shushan sword cultivators is invincible. The awakened ones cannot harm the blue dead souls in the sword formation, but the blue dead souls can cause fatal damage to them.

It's a one-sided battle.

Everyone present couldn't help sighing.

As expected, as the head of the Seventh Cultivator said.

Zhu Ziheng is like standing on the Shu Mountain.

Then there is no one in the sky list.

After the sword cultivator's spirit had wiped out almost all enemies.

Only this Alan Walker remained.

He no longer had the strength to maintain the state of the giant snake just now. His whole body was covered with wounds cut by the sword energy, bleeding profusely, and he looked in a state of embarrassment.

Alan Walker looked at the scene where he was alone, and then looked at the other party, united as one, the sword repair army composed of blue dead souls, full of shocking energy, like a wave of energy, crushed his body and also crushed his heart .

Finally, Alan Walker sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"I lost, you are amazing."

"You lost." Zhu Ziheng pointed his sword at Alan Walker, the white man.

Alan Walker also greeted the sword and smiled.

"Give me a good time."

"Ah."

A sword was wiped away, and the cold light flickered. He didn't feel any pain, and the life had already left his body.

Alan Walker fell to the ground
For Alan Walker, the infiltrator of the United States, the best way to deal with it is actually to bring him back to the official trial, and then use him to make deals with the United States.

But Zhu Ziheng didn't do that.

He chose to directly end his life, allowing the enemy to retain the last dignity.

He chose the swordsman's approach.

Those present did not try to stop Zhu Ziheng, nor did they say that he was disregarding the overall situation.

"Let's check it out," Qixiu said.

Except for some casualties caused by the sudden violent rise of the first wave of supernatural family members, the rest were suppressed by the Samsara Thousand Heart Sword summoned by Zhu Ziheng.

"Two of us died"

"My brother..."

"His baby has just been born."

Hearing these sad words, Qixiu was also a little sentimental, but he still said.

"Feel sorry."

"Sect Master Qixiu, there is no need to apologize, although from an emotional point of view, I do blame you emotionally." Ye Tianling said calmly: "But from a rational point of view, this time the plan has pulled out a large part of the nails in one fell swoop. Family members, family members, don't have to be so wary of these people anymore."

This time, the nails of the United States have been seriously injured. This amount can be said to have completely lost their plate in China.

He also lost a master of the second echelon, which is not bad.

On the other side, Zhu Ziheng stood in front of the blue phantoms of these sword repairmen with a gentle expression on his face.

"Thank you, my comrades accompanied me during the tribulation, and they are still with me now." Zhu Ziheng looked at the Shushan sword cultivators in front of him with a gentle expression.

These phantoms of sword repair smiled and dissipated into a wisp of dust and smoke.

Some rusty swords are still there, and some have been destroyed due to their unbearable weight.

Of course.

Although the sword is destroyed.

The spirit lives on.

At this time, Li Guo also landed in a safe area.

"The name of the Heavenly Sword is really inappropriate for you." Zhu Lanshan smiled and said, "You should add another Heavenly Sword."

Now everyone knows that Li Guo is a master of both swords and swords.

Moreover, facing the three people who used the strange combined attack method, they didn't lose any advantage, and even got rid of them.

Everyone present with such strength was in admiration.

Even the most arrogant Bai Wuji didn't say anything unconvinced, but obediently went to treat the injured.

Unlike the cold and arrogant appearance, he is also a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside
What Li Guo didn't expect was that there was a dispute in the rear.

"Amitabha, this Junior Brother Francis is my Buddhist disciple."

"No, no, no, he is from the Confucian school, and the 'Speaking Fa Sui' he uses is a secret transmission from our Confucian school."

"The poor monk is not talented, but I have never seen a Confucian student with a bald head and six ring scars burned."

A monk and a scholar are arguing endlessly for robbing others.

And the person who was robbed was Francis.

At this time, the monk's robe on Francis' body was tattered, revealing his strong muscles.

Just now, Francis also performed very well, taunting and stacking armor with one hand, and suddenly attracted the abilities of those awakened people to him.

Master tricks, tricks fatal.

This momentary opportunity was captured by one's own people, and dozens of awakened enemies were defeated in one fell swoop.

Francis made a great contribution.

But the problem is now that both Buddhists and Confucians think Franciscan is theirs.
"Amitabha, the little monk and the little monk are just doing wild fox meditation in mountain temples. There is no need to fight for the little monk." Fang Ji blushed for a while. After seeing Li Guo, he ran over quickly and timidly hid behind Li Guo, very embarrassed.

Everyone was stunned, and couldn't believe that the King Kong monk who spoke fragrant words had such a shy side.

Of course it wasn't because Francis was shy, but because——Francis really found the two of them so annoying.

Whether it is a monk or a Confucianist, they are all eloquent people, and two eloquent people who are able to reason at the side, it is double the happiness, and even the diabolical and reckless Fangji can't stand it.

Li Guo was also a little confused for a while.

"what happened?"

"The Confucian gentleman said that the little monk's eloquence is a lost secret of Confucianism, so he insists that the little monk is a student of Confucianism," Fang Ji explained bravely.

Li Guo suddenly understood.

It turned out that Francis was practicing both Confucianism and Buddhism.

Looking at the old Buddhist monk and Mr. Confucianism who were arguing endlessly, Li Guo thought for a moment and said.

"If that's the case, let Francis join the Confucian School Jixia Academy as a monk."

"this."

As soon as this remark came out, the old monk and Confucianists were at a loss for words.

"But my Confucian school hasn't confiscated monks yet."

"Didn't you just talk about the unity of hundreds of schools? Why don't you use this opportunity to see the effect of combining the skills of several schools?" Li Guo looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Don't talk about Confucianism. Monks are not accepted, and regular monks still need a bachelor’s degree certificate, Harbin also has a Buddhist academy, and universities accept monks, why don’t you accept Confucianism?”

The middle-aged Confucianist thought quietly.

And the old Buddhist monk also sat still like a pine.

At this moment, the Patriarch of the Legal School glanced at Francis afterward, thoughtfully.

"I have to say that the combination of the characteristics of the two martial arts really has a miraculous effect."

After thinking for a moment, the head of the Legalist family pondered.

"Well, let's run the school."

"School?"

The head of the Legalist family thought over and over again, and said
"Yes, to run a school, it is not feasible to teach a hundred schools of thought and treasure one's own art. Only by disseminating knowledge is knowledge."

"Shouldn't all the school be spread out? Isn't that what those Americans want?" The head of the military family frowned.

"It was only after I saw the enthusiasm of Americans for this knowledge that I thought about whether to run a school." The head of the Legalist family analyzed: "As for martial arts, we can modify it like Tai Chi, so that only we Chinese people, or The effect that people of the yellow race can practice. Of course, the practice is not the problem."

"We can extract and refine the content of legalists, military strategists, and physicians like physics books, chemistry books, and mathematics books, and compile them into elementary textbooks, intermediate textbooks, advanced textbooks, and secrets."

"What can be codified into teaching materials is the content that even Americans know is indifferent, but the content that must be hidden is the content of dragon slaying. We must distinguish it carefully."

Everyone was gradually attracted by the words of the Legalist Patriarch.

Compiled the content of hundreds of schools into teaching materials, added them to the school, passed the examination and other talent selection measures, and the screening of political review, and then decided whether to pass on their intermediate and advanced teaching materials.

At this time, everyone has gradually forgotten the great battle they just experienced.

The idea of ​​Baijia Academy is being discussed in full swing.
(End of this chapter)