Wuxia: Will the night master, the third Confucian saint is exposed

Chapter 18 The most bitter is the white clothes! I sharpen the stone for the son of the world!

All the way through the slow yellow sand, a majestic pass stands in front of you.

West Liang iron wall, iron gate closed.

Looking at it from a distance, I saw that under the Liaoyuan Pass, it seemed that there was a white figure standing.

Dressed in a thin white dress and a green umbrella, he seems to look a little out of place in the world where he is covered with dust and sand.

Small but gentle.

“Xu Weixiong.”

Chen Zhibao looked at the figure and just said lightly.

Xu Weixiong held a green umbrella: “Really want to go?” ”

After a slight moment of silence, Chen Zhibao nodded: “You want to stop me?” ”

There was no response.

The white-clothed blue umbrella slowly walked forward, and the silver soft sword in his hand exuded a clear light in the scorching noon sun.

Chen Zhibao drove his horse forward until he was no more than three feet in front of Xu Weixiong, and looked down.

What came into view was a face that looked ordinary, but seemed to be soaked in the smell of books, warm as jade.

After a short silence, Chen Zhibao suddenly pulled out the spear on his back, condescendingly, and said lightly.

“I know why you’re here.”

“It’s just that they still have palpitations about me, worried that I will lead the army to rebel.”

In the face of Chen Zhibao’s such a sharp evaluation, Xu Weixiong did not hide it and nodded gently.

“If you really want to leave, don’t go back to Xiliang over there.”

“Cancel is dead, Xiliangli under Xu Xiaonian’s control, you don’t need to exist.”

Xu Weixiong said coldly.

Hearing this, Shenzhi reported without the slightest irritation, and nodded with a smile.

“Indeed as you said. Perhaps my complete disappearance is a good thing for Xu Xiaonian. ”

“But I’m going to kill one more person before I leave.”

“Who?”

Xu Weixiong frowned.

Chen Zhibao slowly raised the long gun in his hand, and the tip of the gun filled with cold light pointed at Xu Weixiong dressed in white in front of him.

“You.”

“There were rumors in the army that before the death of the righteous mother, she left 12 dead soldiers for Xu Xiaonian, 11 of whom had already appeared, and I know that you are the left, the dead soldier armor that has been hidden for more than 20 years!”

Chen Zhibao’s gaze was as sharp as a blade, and under the brilliant scorching sun, it reflected a trace of dangerous light.

Like a beast crossing the corpse mountain and sea of blood, facing its prey.

“I’ll only give you two paths.”

“Or die under my gun today, or follow me and make a promise to be the princess of Xishu for 10 years.”

“How do you choose?”

As these words came out, the surrounding air seemed to be silent for a moment.

It was obviously a scorching noon weather, but at this time, there seemed to be a faint chill floating, cold to the bone.

Xu Weixiong seemed to feel the real killing intent in Chen Zhibao’s slightly narrowed eyes.

She understood that as long as she dared to say a wrong word, her fate would not be much stronger than those revenants who had been buried under Chen Zhibao’s gun.

But Xu Weixiong still smiled slightly.

“Since you know that I am a dead soldier, naturally there is no possibility of defecting with the enemy.”

“Even if it’s just a death today.”

The smile is like a white blossom, blooming in an instant, and then convergence.

“In that case, I’ll give you a ride.”

Chen Zhibao said softly, with a long gun in his hand, and his voice was full of power.

It was like a roar of thunder in the nine heavens and a distant sound above the vast battlefield, and the sound was terrifying.

In an instant, on the originally dead silence like a desolate battlefield, it seemed that countless war drums were played at the same time, roaring and noisy.

The wild sand is as chaotic as snow, enveloping the four worlds.

Xu Weixiong had only discovered at this time that the Chen Zhileopard in front of him had actually entered the Holy Stage!

Judging from the momentum of the latter’s move, it must have been more than 10 years since Chen Zhi became a saint.

But in the past 10 years, he has always been taoguang and obscure, refusing to reveal his strength to the world, so no one knows that this god of war, who is only in his early 30s, is already a god-like existence on earth.

The spear in his hand rolled up the wind and thunder, tore the air, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of Xu Weixiong.

The cold light like a bright moon was accompanied by a bloody breath.

Just for almost an instant, it’s enough to suffocate.

The wild sand rolls over thousands of sails, and the grass and trees at the head of the city are not deep!

Xu Weixiong only felt that the word was near.

I couldn’t help but close my eyes, and a slight wry smile appeared at the corner of my lips.

But in the next moment, the frantic wind outside the plug was still blowing on her face, mixed with rough yellow sand, tearing her skin painfully.

Xu Weixiong slowly opened his eyes, and there was no longer Chen Zhileo’s figure in front of him.

Subconsciously turning his head to look, the white robe and silver armor straddled the back of the horse and passed through the iron gate far away.

The previous shot, which seemed to be the breath of heaven and earth, did not splash the blood in the sky, but only symbolically left a shallow scar on Xu Weixiong’s left shoulder.

It came to an abrupt end.

There is no follow-up.

Outside the picture, countless Kyushu heroes were dumbfounded when they watched this scene.

Such a dramatic reversal was never expected.

Everyone was a person with clear eyes, and with their eyes, they could naturally see that Chen Zhibao had stepped into the Holy Stage for no less than ten years.

But it was such a peerless powerhouse who actually capsized in the gutter when he killed a Xu Weixiong who was not more than a second-grade Xu Weixiong.

It was as if a young and strong man in his twenties and thirties had lost to a weak child who had not yet learned to walk.

It’s hard to believe.

After a long time, the Great Song Dynasty was overseas, on Peach Blossom Island.

Huang Yaoshi looked at the scene in the picture and was silent for a long time.

After a long while, he sighed thoughtfully.

“I originally thought that Chen Zhibao was just a cold and bloodthirsty butcher all his life.”

“Now it seems that the so-called ruthless people have some love in their hearts after all.”

“Maybe this man, as we think, is just a ruthless killing machine.”

Seemingly ruthless, but affectionate.

Perhaps this is the original face of Chen Zhibao.

The picture flows again.

In the land of Western Shu, the Wanqing Palace has long been in ruins during the war many years ago.

Chen Zhibao stood on top of the ruins with one person and one shot.

Countless fans followed.

Look at the blue sky in the distance and salute with your hands.

“Returning to Xishu today, I, Chen Zhi Leopard, will establish myself as the king of Western Shu!”

The sound was like thunder in the sky, shaking all directions.

The picture stopped abruptly until here, and there was no movement.

Wang Xianzhi drank the last remnants of wine in the pot.

With a faint smile, he said, “It’s an interesting person.” ”

“Within one step, you are ready to advance and retreat, Xu Xiao, you have a good righteous son!”

In the city of Tai’an.

Zhao Chun stared at the heroic Chen Zhibao in the picture.

I couldn’t help but smile bitterly: “It’s a good move.” ”

Yuanbenxi lowered his head and asked, “But what did Your Majesty see?” ”

Zhao Chun’s eyes reflected a cold light: “Chen Zhibao has already paved the way for Xu Xiaonian at the moment after Xu Xiao’s death. ”

“If Xu Xiaonian can be of great use, Chen Zhi Leopard establishes himself as the king of the Shu Emperor, and supports him outside, one inside and one outside, which is enough to make Xiliang stand tall.”

“If Xu Xiaonian is unbearable, I’m afraid Chen Zhibao won’t mind forcibly controlling Western Liang and becoming a generation of Western Liang Kings!”

“He’s a good calculation!”

At this time, everyone realized that it turned out that he Chen Zhileo had made great contributions to the battlefield in the battlefield, and he had never sat on Western Liang for anything.

He just wants to become a grindstone for the son of Western Liang.

He has never rebelled against Western Liang, carries countless insults, has endless blood on his hands, and does everything for the sake of Western Liang for thousands of generations.

Wang Yangming, who had scolded Chen Zhibao the most before, couldn’t help but slowly hang his head and sigh at this time.

“But the old man looked away.”

“Only great heroes can be true colors, and they are real celebrities.”

“Chen Zhi Leopard, worthy of the name of Confucian saint.”

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