"Master!"
When the disciples behind him saw this, some ran away like birds and beasts, while others were stunned and wanted to fight Jiuchongquan to get their master back.
Seeing a dozen people rushing toward him with weapons in hand, Jiuchongquan still dismissed them.
"You're really looking for death."
With a sneer, he held Yi Laoxuan in one hand, raised his halberd with the other, and hit the ground.
Suddenly, energy spread out in all directions, and powerful pressure swept across all directions. All the Confucian scholars who were approaching were immediately swept away. The few people at the front were even rushed into their heads by the pressure on the spot, and died with a muffled sound.
"Uh... uh..." Yi Laoxuan was deeply saddened when he heard that the student behind him had suffered an accident, and he tried even harder to break free from the shackles of Jiuchongquan. However, the strength in his hand increased instead of decreasing, making it even harder for him to breathe and putting his life in danger.
Seeing this situation, some of the Confucian scholars who were swept away tried to get up again and rush back.
Seeing their desperate looks, Jiuchongquan felt a little amused, and turned his attention to the face of the angry Yi Laoxuan: "How many times can I kill your disciples?"
Yi Laoxuan was obviously even more annoyed, and at the same time he had an uncontrollable look of despair.
Hearing the footsteps coming again behind him, he felt extremely painful. With the strength of the person in front of them, even if they rush forward, it will have no effect and they will die in vain...
The bodies of those Confucian scholars were reflected in his pupils. Seeing them approaching step by step, the smile in Jiuchongquan's eyes became even stronger.
He slowly raised his hand and held the halberd. At the same time, the violent power was activated, and scarlet flames flowed down his arms.
However, seeing that the lives of countless Confucian scholars were about to disappear, at the critical moment, the figure that had been missing for a long time appeared again!
"Drink!" The Yuan Gong bandits gathered together, Jiuchongquan raised his eyebrows coldly, and his powerful energy exploded out in an instant.
But just before everyone was affected, before the scarlet air pressure covered the surroundings, time seemed to pause for a moment, hundreds of ink rain fell across the sky, and Qingya Academy was once again clear!
"Keep someone under your command!"
With a shout, accompanied by the clear and bright spirit, the handsome figure appears and resolves the boundless danger.
At the same time, the permeating fragrance of ink mixed with the energy of Jiuchong Spring and disappeared. The moment he stepped lightly on the ground, the book of records was flipped in the hand of the visitor, and the ink characters were spread out horizontally, like stars shining brightly in the daytime.
"Oh..." Jiuchongquan looked at the extraordinary visitor with a little curiosity in his eyes.
However, Lu Dingmo moved so quickly that Jiuchongquan had no chance to size up his opponent. As ink characters flew over his head and face, Lu Dingmo jumped forward at the same time, the ink dancing in his palms, like a long snake that took off in flight.
"Let him go!" Lu Dingmo shouted.
The ink and ink gathered together in mid-air, and immediately condensed again after being torn apart by the halberd. Feeling that his strength was unprecedented, Jiuchongquan did not dare to underestimate the enemy. He pushed Yi Laoxuan away from his palm with one hand, and the halberd pole flew out of his hand, spinning around his body.
The flying ink knocked randomly, breaking the old stone bricks on the ground. Lu Dingmo caught Yi Laoxuan with one palm, then pushed him away with his backhand, and ran towards Jiuchongquan without hesitation.
Gray smoke filled the air, wrapping up Jiuchongquan's body. Suddenly, Lu Dingmo also jumped close to him, and the two of them fought quickly in the confused field of vision.
One side of Jiuchongquan's eyes was covered with dust, and the other side was covered with dark ink, criss-crossing and mottled, making it almost impossible for him to see the incoming attack clearly. Without showing any sign of cowardice, he instead had his blood flowing, roused his energy, and fought Lu Dingmo to the death with all his strength.
There was a pain from the thigh, and another pain from the elbow and wrist. Jiuchongquan was surprised when he saw the vigorous flow of Luding Momo, which seemed like a long dragon swaying in the clouds in the dust. After more than a hundred close handovers, he was able to remain in an invincible position.
The pain quickly spread through Jiuchongquan's nerves, which made him feel even more stimulated, and at the same time he felt an indescribable sense of joy.
Unexpectedly, I had just underestimated this corrupt place. It turns out that there are really experts in charge of Qingya Academy, so my trip this time will be considered worthwhile.
With a fierce thought, Jiuchongquan became more and more crazier as he fought, and the sea of qi burned his hands, and he opened a domineering force that split smoke and broke stones: "It's really... interesting!"
With a rumble, a deep crack suddenly opened in the ground. The sharp air pressure cut off the string decoration on Lu Dingmo's cuffs, scattering thin white spikes all over the ground.
Lu Dingmo's eyes flashed, he placed his toes nimbly, and his body moved back like an eagle's wings.
At the same time, the "Nioh Chronicle" materialized and started to appear in the hand. The pages of the book were fluttering like leaves in the forest, and the ink words were like a tide, and they appeared in the sky again!
"...Inscription Qingfan Waterfall!"
The writings of saints and sages are spread across the fields, and the atmosphere of the mountains and rivers is spread over the sleeves. The bright and sharp light is intertwined with the shadows of black and white, and there are hundreds of densely packed Confucian texts. In an instant, the shadows are like waves, and they rush towards the enemy in front of them as fast as possible!
The unstoppable power carries the illustrious anger of the Confucian scholar who helped the world, which means that the divine power of the head of the three religions in the lower world has reappeared in the world.
The flow of ink spreads the fragrance, each word is a beautiful article, and each word is profound. When Jiuchongquan saw this, he didn't dare to ignore it. He exploded with all his energy, passed his halberd around his back and stabbed: "Jiuye Chifeng!"
The arrogant flames were scarlet and terrifying, suddenly bursting into the air, mingling with the floating blood mist. The violent momentum is like a shark splitting the waves, flying in groups, smashing the ink characters in front of them.
Facing each other in both directions, even though the courtyard is empty, it seems extremely cramped. The Confucian scholars who were guarding the rear were immediately blown away by the strong wind. The tiles in the surrounding study hall were broken into pieces and fell down like rain.
"Be careful!" Yi Laoxuan escorted the students towards the back mountain with unsteady steps.
At the bottom of the mountain, fierce sounds from the mountain academy came in waves, and Yan Daju and others were also a little surprised.
The aftermath swept away, causing the trees halfway up the mountain to sway, and the fallen leaves all over the mountain to rustle. Like scattered golden rain, it looks even more beautiful from a distance.
However, at the core of this beautiful scenery is the murderous intention that goes to extremes step by step.
When Lu Dingmo saw that the teachers and students of the academy had left, he no longer had any worries.
He had just woken up for the first time since his coma. After many days of adjusting his breath and recovering, his strength was now extremely abundant. The battle was going smoothly, he cheered up, stretched out his left hand, and the crystal-colored harp appeared flying in the air, and he took it again!
With a twist of the silver string, the bright light enters the eyes, and at the same time the wave-like string sound reappears in the world.
"Quickly, be punished!"
There was no delay in the rhythm of the ink, and the body of the piano quickly rotated. The ink characters floating in the other hand continued to flow into the exciting strings, producing a sound of the wind and sea waves that merged the two.
The coercion increased to a higher level. Jiuchongquan was still able to fight hard to catch it at first, but after a few rounds, he felt that it was very difficult.
The sound of the piano lingered in his ears, and it had the effect of suppressing his internal strength. Jiuchongquan was so disgusted that he shouted angrily and cut off the sound of the piano. At the same time, he quickly stepped forward and waved his halberd, looking awe-inspiring!
