Chapter 377 – Heaven’s Gate Opens
Dust rose in all directions.
The head of the True Martial Dharma Phase exploded into pieces, and the headless body remained in a forward leaning position.
The clay statue of the sage, however, was still alive and well, only showing some traces of cracks.
The Zhang Clan sage deliberately touched the Confucian scarf on top of his head, facing the young feudal lord who had probably even brought out his best skills, and sneered, “It doesn’t hurt, is that all you can do?”
This person’s tone of voice is always strange, but it is exactly as he said, people on earth with him as an enemy, even Xu Fengyen, can only be an ant trying to shake a big tree!
The old Confucian narrowed his eyes and tsked: ”I told you earlier, with your own qi, it’s not enough for you to face me tonight. Even if you are hiding and refusing to use the entire Northern Liang’s qi, why are you unwilling to gather your Xu family’s qi as well? Xu Weixiong also, Xu Longxiang also, can not be counted as a normal person, barely is the body of the people of luck, you and they receive some of the qi can not hurt, prefer to support the situation alone, why is it so difficult? People are dying, still care about the minutiae? Don’t you, Xu Fengyen, always jokingly say that you never make a loss?”
Xu Fengyen ignored this and remained silent.
Since childhood, as the eldest son of the Xu family, only he has given his elder sister, his second sister and Huang Ban Er all kinds of strange and rare things, never asked them for anything, never even thought about it. Just like when the pair of young tiger kui, but also did not hesitate to give the second sister and yellow barbarians.
In North Mang from the Qi surname sword maker to get that new sword spring and autumn, is also the first time to think of their own brothers, thinking that he can finally replace the wooden sword. From the river axe Ding grabbed the river pawn, the heart is also thinking with the white fox child face borrowed embroidered winter spring thunder, finally can return the favor once.
Xu Fengnian has always believed that he has already gained too much, so he shouldn’t complain, he should be generous.
The old Confucian gazed at Xu Fengnian’s eyes and laughed coldly: “A leaf falls and knows the fall, the first great vassal king of Liyang, with 300,000 elite cavalry in his hands, is such an indecisive fool, ridiculous!”
Xu Fengnian slowly said, “Wait until you win before you harp on it, it’s still early.”
Zhang Clan sage laughed, “The time I win you is the time you die, who will I express my thoughts with then? Do you want me to recite to a dead man?”
Xu Fengnian’s eyes were resolute and his face was cold, “My master Li Yishan, Shangyin Academy Palace’s Wang Priest, Liyang Zhang Julu, Jizhou Wei Jingtang who asked me to bring a shovelful of earth for him, and many, many more, in my mind, they are the ones who are readers, and it’s fortunate that you, this Confucianist Zhang Sage, didn’t dare to show your face for several hundreds of years, or else you would have to be laughed out of the room.”
Sage Zhang was unimpressed and smiled, “This is also too early to say.”
Xu Fengnian held his breath, since the True Martial Dharma Phase had dissipated, it had become more and more difficult to capture the aura of this old Confucian scholar.
The old man raised his arm, hanging in the air and casually wiping it, three feet of green astral qi appeared.
The old man seemed to fall into memorial, sighing: “Probably the descendants only know my learning, but do not know that the book traveled to study, Confucian shirt sword, but the genesis of my ah.”
When the Zhang family saint’s qi condensed into a sword, Xu Fengyen instantly launched his sword, noiselessly.
The old man stood still, his sword arm twisted behind his back, a simple move of standing sword style, blocked that behind the back of the talismanic blade that tried to cut off his head with a knife.
After that, no matter which angle the ghostly talisman blade appeared from, this Zhang Clan Sage only held his sword in a plain and simple manner, and already defended himself in a watertight manner.
The two sides had a long qi battle, which lasted for an incense stick.
Xu Fengyen finally stood twenty paces in front of the Zhang family sage.
The old man was still calm and relaxed, and the three-foot sword dipper in his hand was as majestic as before.
Behind him, the clay statue of the saint that he had invited into the mortal world had not disappeared, and he was always quietly looking towards the far side of the mountain.
The old man looked around with an idle demeanor and said with a dumbfounded laugh, ”Ghost drawing talismans! To talisman knife in the North Mang true dragon remnants of the spirit, sitting in the center as the talisman gall bladder, it is still sloppy, but used the Dragon and Tiger Mountain’s Divine Heavenly Thunder, can be a bit far-fetched, right, which is what kind of Thunder Pool manifestation of the earth? How can it summon gods and impeach ghosts, and how can it subdue demons?”
Around the old man, there were twenty-one pocket flying swords hovering high and low.
The twelve flying swords came from Deng Tai’a’s gift, Xuanjia’s green plum and bamboo horse, Chaolu’s spring water and peach blossom, Moth Eyebrow’s Vermilion Bird and Yellow Tong’s ants and gold strands of Ta’a.
Nine flying swords are later Xu Fengyen in accordance with a variety of life intention, pleading Qingliang Mountain Mohist momentary casting, respectively, Fengdu old Jiaodu蠹鱼水精美髯, childish fun wild fox sheep fat ants sink.
Above each stationary flying sword, a golden glittering yellow talisman emerged.
The Zhang family sage gently eeped and asked curiously, ”How come the word talisman gall is still missing? The world’s Taoist schools are divided and combined, but the talisman school boils down to the fact that the talisman gall is nothing more than the number of ten within the word astral, the talisman gall has no word, where does the aura come from when you have worked so hard to create this talisman?”
Xu Fengyen gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and let out a soft sigh.
This was supposed to be a thunder pool that he used to suppress Celestial Tantai Calm.
As for what this talisman was, it was actually obvious.
Since he, Xu Fenian, was in Northern Liang.
This talisman, naturally, was the Liang character!
Between the twenty-one swords and the swords, the intentions were connected.
Between twenty-one talismans and talismans, thunder and lightning were connected.
The old man shook his head and said, “When you read to the sound, the rise and fall of a thousand centuries is just a page turn, a small thunder pool, what is it?”
The Zhang Family Sage stood in place, holding his sword in one hand, dipping one hand into his saliva, and making an action of turning the pages of a book.
Pages turned over.
With each page turned, a flying sword crashed to the ground.
When the last flying sword faltered, Xu Fengnian held his sword in both hands for the first time and started running straight ahead.
The Zhang Clan sage waved his sleeve to disperse the three feet of astral energy, stepped forward and laughed coldly, “Do you really think that I’m afraid of this mountain sealing and aversion to victory technique of yours?!”
In a flash, the old man held the tip of the blade in his left hand with five fingers, and just as this old ancestor of the Confucian Sage was about to slap out with his right hand, he stopped moving and frowned.
A streak of rainbow light suddenly cut through the sky from the side of the Elephant Wash Pool, and then landed behind the old man at an even faster speed, or before that sage’s clay statue.
The name of the sword was Full Armor Snow.
When the sword fell, no snow fell.
Instead, it brought two splendid pillars of light down from the sky.
It was like opening the gates of heaven!
The Zhang Clan sage said helplessly, “You kid is really annoying.”
The old man, probably in order to store up his strength to deal with that glorious heavenly gate, just loosened his fingers holding the tip of the blade, then casually pushed the young feudal lord away and turned around.
That clay statue of a saint was as if it was being pulled hard, slowly sliding within the Heavenly Gate, its lofty figure gradually disappearing.
The old man raised a foot and stepped on the ground successively.
Landing on the ground!
Behind the old man as if blowing a gust of majestic strong wind, the sleeves of his clothes hunting and ringing, one side fell towards that heavenly gate.
Xu Fengnian turned his head to look towards the east and said in a deep voice, “Sword come!”
Still thousands of miles away, that Peach Blossom Sword God who was flying on his sword replied with a big smile, “A Wu Family Sword Mound, 200,000 swords, is that enough?!”