this moment.
The land of Kyushu.
Seeing this scene, countless people were horrified, trembling all over and unable to breathe.
"Are...are these people still human?!"
"These Liyang royal family killers are so despicable and shameless, they are simply claiming to be human beings!!"
someone asked tremblingly.
"Do these beasts still have humanity?"
"How can you bear to kill a pregnant woman?!"
"It's really damned, it deserves to be killed!!"
At this moment, a master from Liyang Confucianism said in shock.
"This... this person..."
"He is really a Confucian saint, Zhang Fuyao!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole area of Liyang fell into deathly silence.
Then there was a "boom" and the crowd was excited.
"Are you kidding? He's still alive!"
"A man who has lived for eight hundred years, I can't believe how he has survived to this day."
"This Zhang Fuyao is a peerless Confucian sage, the strongest saint in the world! Who can defeat him?!"
Many people exclaimed in surprise.
With the appearance of Zhang Fuyao, almost everyone believed that Wu Su was bound to die.
But soon their exclamations stopped abruptly.
At this moment, the gold list is on the screen.
Just when Lei Lei was approaching Wu Su's chest, he was about to kill two people.
However, at this moment.
In the void, a figure appeared.
I saw lotus growing at the feet of the figure, and the mist was rolling, and the majestic figure enveloped the entire palace.
I saw him spit out softly: "Quiet"
Buzz!
At this moment, space is still and time is frozen.
The picture seemed to be still.
If it weren't for that figure walking slowly, leisurely strolling in the courtyard, and not even a piece of rain touched it.
Everyone thought the screen had stopped moving.
now.
All the peerless masters in Kyushu stared wide-eyed, unable to believe the scene in front of them.
"Oh my god, time has stopped, how is it possible, how is it possible that anyone can do it?!"
"Such a vision, far beyond all the visions in heaven and earth, it's incredible!"
"No, he can make the world stand still by just uttering one word. Who is this person?!"
Some people can't believe that just one word can rule the world. This incredible power even surpasses Zhang Fuyao.
When many Liyang Confucian masters saw this scene, they felt as if they were struck by thunder and were stunned.
The person who had just shouted that Zhang Fuyao was invincible felt his face snap and was being slapped crazily.
at the same time.
Xu Weixiong's Great Liang Dragon Bird was trembling incessantly and was about to rush towards the Jinbang direction.
..
in the screen.
The figure slowly approached Wu Su and moved his finger.
The Great Liang Dragon Bird in Wu Su's hand soared into the sky.
There was a sword cry, and the invincible sword intent emanated from the three-foot green front!
Once you move forward, you are indestructible.
Zhang Fuyao found that he could not move or even speak.
Even he, a Confucian sage, couldn't see through this kind of power of heaven.
His heart was already in turmoil.
How could there be a Confucian sage in this world who was more powerful than him?
at the same time.
Seeing this scene, Xu Weixiong's mind buzzed, and his eyes fell on the figure in shock.
His fair face looked extremely excited.
She thought of the mysterious man who passed him a sword move.
At this moment, the two figures overlapped perfectly.
Xu Weixiong held the Daliang Dragon Bird tightly.
Is it really you?
"teacher.."
The words fell.
In the golden list screen, a sword sound suddenly sounded in the sky above Liyang Palace.
The figure's black hair was flying, as elegant as a sword fairy.
"I have a sword that can break the vacuum."
The sword spit out divine light, and the clouds scattered around the sky.
At this moment, he moved his fingers.
The sharp edge of the Great Liang Dragon Bird spurted out, and wisps of sword energy turned into spiritual light and flew out.
Incredibly fast!
A buzzing sound.
In an instant, Liyang Palace collapsed, and the earth cracked and split into two.
The black robes and Ouchi masters surrounding the figure exploded at the same time like bubbles.
Bang bang bang!
There were continuous explosions, broken limbs scattered, and rivers of blood.
Zhang Fuyao was able to move, but an inexplicable sword mark appeared on his chest.
The strong man who had suppressed the world for eight hundred years actually felt the threat of death from that young man.
In a daze.
Inexplicably, strong uneasiness welled up in his heart.
Because, this person's breath reminded him of someone.
Six hundred years ago, he created the awe-inspiring Qi, monopolized 90% of the luck in Kyushu, and was known as the best literary sage in the world.
Su Zichen.
Before the fight, he was already panicking.
Zhang Fuyao used the clay statue of the saint to shine brightly.
Bang--
The sword energy collided with the saint's clay statue.
There was a loud noise, like a thunder that shook the sky, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and the aftermath shattered a large area of the palace.
There were constant screams, and panicked palace maids and eunuchs were everywhere.
But he saw the sword energy shattering the saint's clay statue in one go, then rushed out and stabbed directly towards Zhang Fuyao.
"What? Impossible, how could it be possible!"
Zhang Fuyao suddenly changed. He didn't expect that the clay statue that had condensed eight hundred years of human incense would be shattered in one fell swoop.
He subconsciously jumped into the air, turned around and ran away.
Seeing this scene, countless people in Liyang exclaimed.
"Oh my god, Zhang Sheng actually escaped!"
"You can force the saint back with just one sword. Who among you knows who that person is?!"
However, Zhang Fuyao was able to escape, but Zhao Huangchao and Liu Haoshi had no time to escape, and their eyes showed panic.
This is the throb of death.
Wow--
The sword energy flashed past like lightning, splitting the heavy rain in the sky.
this moment.
Both the people in the picture and those watching were all stunned, like stone sculptures, staring at everything blankly.
I saw, under a sword.
The sword array in front of Zhao Huangchao was cracked.
There was a click.
Zhao Huangchao turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.
The real body far away in Longhu Mountain, the whole body exploded, blood soaked all over the body, it was too horrible to look at.
Master Liuhao cut it in half vertically from the top of his head down, and the blood flowed like a waterfall.
The huge palace was filled with the smell of scarlet blood.
The lingering sound of the sword's cry echoed throughout the palace.
this moment.
The figure slashed the imperial power with one sword, and bloody blood surged throughout the palace like a long river.
It caused screams in the palace, as if the end was coming.
Emperor Zhao Li looked pale and his hands could not stop shaking.
The great eunuch Han Diaosi was beaten to the point where his luck collapsed, and he was like an old man in a candle, crumbling.
..
at the same time.
In the world of Jiuzhou, countless warriors and Confucians let out exclamations one after another.
"Impossible, impossible. Zhang Fuyao is the most powerful saint in the world. With eight hundred years of skill, he can't even take a single sword and escapes without a fight."
"This person... is probably stronger than Wang Xianzhi, the second best person in the world..."
"There is only one possibility for a saint who speaks of the Heavenly Constitution and follows the law to retreat without a fight. That person's Confucian luck is stronger than that of Saint Zhang!"
"hiss."
At this moment, some Confucian and Taoist scholars completely lost their composure, and a terrifying name came to their mind.
Su Zichen.
Six hundred years ago, the world's greatest literary sage.
He created the first literary skill in Confucianism and Taoism [Literary Saint Haoran Gong].
A golden lotus reflects the saint of Kyushu.
Summon the mighty river and kill one hundred and eight immortals.
So that the gods in heaven dare not come down to earth.
From then on, the immortal became a legend.
