Saint of the Confucian way

"I am from here and have studied for more than a hundred years." the man in white robe said slowly.

Fang Yun said, "I probably understand, but I'm afraid it took a lot of effort to get here!"

"I don't like nonsense. You can't go to Jinshan Academy."

Fang Yun said, "since you know I'm climbing, the vitality of the world around me is surging. As soon as general white horse appeared, he wore a gold armor and held a divine bow, and his whole body exuded a faint sense of Haoran righteousness.

The white robed man just snorted, the white horse general suddenly dissipated, and the white horse chapter was completely interrupted.

"You should..." Yan Chixia was more sad and angry in her eyes and roared again. "Where the body is, where the righteousness is, my blood turns blue, and ten years of life will change the righteousness of heaven and earth!"

Yan Chixia vomited blood again and recited her Jinshi war poem "Dang demon Zhi", which condensed into a bloody demon killing sword, emitting a stronger atmosphere of heaven and earth righteousness than general Baima before. She was about to kill the white robed man in front.

The man in white robe just moved his fingers gently, and the demon killing sword suddenly turned around and cut off Yan Chixia's left shoulder.

Yan Chixia's whole left arm flew out, bleeding, and then stopped by talent.

"Good! Good! Good! Yan Chixia, a Terran, is a virtuous younger brother Fang. Please three Heaven and earth righteousness!"

Dark red blood flowed slowly from the corners of Yan Chixia's mouth, but it never stopped.

"Young self conceited Lingyun pen..."

Yan Chixia recited the demon swinging record again and condensed it into a demon killing sword again. However, when the demon killing sword was about to fly out, the voice of the white robed man reciting the Shangshu suddenly increased. Then the demon killing sword exploded. Yan Chixia subconsciously used another arm to block it, the whole right arm was blown up, and a small arm flew out.

The white robed man's voice of reciting Shangshu returned to normal, and his voice became a little soft, as if persuading Yan Chixia to stop.

Yan Chixia was so angry that she let the blood flow from the corners of her mouth. She said, "I have killed all the demons, but if I say so, I will never turn back! Fang Yun helped me kill the tree demon, and I will send him to the academy! Human Yan Chixia, please be righteous in the world!"

The sky shook gently, and the vitality was violent. A great sound sounded, such as the long cry of giant elephants and the light shock of giant drums.

Yan Chixia's nose and eyes slowly shed red blood and slowly said: "Shao... Nian... Since..."

The new demon killing sword is floating in the air.

When Yan Chixia recited the last word, the demon killing sword flew out like an arrow leaving the string, straight to the back of the man in white robe.

The white robed man suddenly stretched out his right hand and clamped the demon killing sword with two fingers. The power of Jinshi war poetry with four times of blue blood and Dan heart has no resistance between the two fingers.

"You..."

Before Yan Chixia finished, the white robed man cut off the demon killing sword, and half of the bloody lightsaber flew back and passed Yan Chixia's right leg and knee.

Yan Chixia leaned to the ground, biting her teeth, didn't make a sound in her mouth, her face was waxy yellow and sweating.

"I... Yan! Chi! Xia! Five, please be upright in heaven and earth. Live up to my promise with my remaining life! Young self conceited Lingyun pen..."

Dark clouds rolled in and the wind was strong.

Yan Chixia bathed in blood, stood on one leg and slowly stood up. Obviously, she was seriously injured, but her face was radiant. The surface of her body radiated milky light, just like the sage of heaven and the prophet of the human race.

Yan Chixia once again uttered the legend of dangling demons. The new demon killing sword was formed. It was no longer blood, but a decent golden sword and a king's weapon.

A golden holy page flew out of his waist and floated into the air, integrating into the demon killing sword.

At the same time, a small and exquisite figure appeared from Fang Yun's Yinjiang shell, dressed in white, beautiful and unparalleled, but his eyes were very firm.

"I also help Fang Lang!" Nie Xiaoqian said and jumped into the demon killing sword.

The demon killing sword did not change, but within a thousand miles, the dark clouds were empty, the wind was still, and all evil spirits wailed.

"Farewell!" Yan Chixia lowered her head slightly.

With a whoosh, the demon killing sword pierced the back heart of the man in white robe, penetrated his body and disappeared into the stone steps.

"Just, just..."

The white robed man's body disappeared, and there was only a two foot long hair in the air, floating and burning slowly.

Fang Yun's body moved and his eyes were dazed. Then he blinked gently. His eyes were clear. He looked suspiciously at the long hair floating and burning in front of him, and at Yan Chixia who lost her arms and stood on one leg.

Fang Yun's face changed greatly, and the missing memories immediately appeared in his mind. He found that there were the voices of Yan Chixia and Nie Xiaoqian when he was listening to the book of history.

"Brother Yan! Xiaoqian!" Fang Yun was so worried that he reached out to hold Yan Chixia.

Yan Chixia lowered her head and smiled at the corners of her mouth, but she couldn't speak any more.

Yan Chixia's white light dissipated, and a gust of wind blew, and her body turned into fly ash.

"Brother Yan!" Fang Yun shouted and reached for it, but he couldn't catch anything.

Fang Yun suddenly turned around, stepped up the stairs, reached out and grabbed the hair that was only half a foot long.

A force hotter than the depths of the volcano and more majestic than the sun in the sky erupted from the hair, and Fang Yun flew backwards like a ball kicked by a giant elephant.

Fang Yun held the long hair in his hand.

Long hair was still burning, and Fang Yun's palm smelled of blood and flesh.

Fang Yun didn't let go.

"Wonderful book heaven and earth, help me!" Fang Yun roared in his heart.

The burning hair disappeared silently. Then Fang Yun saw that in the dark world of strange books, a thin hair struggled and was finally suppressed by more powerful forces and suspended quietly in the void.

Hair no longer burns.

"Whoever it is, I must find you! Swear to avenge today!" Fang Yun's eyes are filled with hatred.

Fang Yun looked down at the burn across the palm on his right hand, held it hard, looked up at the Academy on the top of the mountain, lifted his robe and stepped up the stairs.

Fang Yun's whole body is still rippling with the remaining heaven and earth righteousness of Yan Chixia.

After taking more than ten steps, Fang Yun suddenly stopped and then continued to move forward.

The huge water dragon still entangled the whole mountain, without causing the slightest obstacle to each other's transportation.

Not long after, Fang Yun climbed the last stone ladder and looked forward through the main gate of Jinshan Academy.

In the center of the Academy square, there was a beautiful woman in white.

The beautiful woman is surrounded by many cyan fragments, which are combined or divided to resist the attacks everywhere.

In addition to war poems, there are three swords flying around near the beautiful woman, two of which have been damaged.

"Stop!" Fang Yun shouted.

Bai Suzhen trembled and hurriedly covered her ears.

The rest of the readers were ecstatic.

"It's the righteousness of heaven and earth!"

"This man even came with the righteousness of heaven and earth, at least it is a personal biography of great Confucianism!"

"The snake demon can't go!"

Everyone stopped, but the three swords were still hovering near Bai Suzhen.

"Who is it?" a dignified old man asked in a deep voice. He was wearing a Jinshi sword robe, and the two people around him were wearing the same clothes.

"The whole family is lucky to pick up the life-saving benefactor home."