Nightfall

In these decades, the Confucius has never shot, so that he will gradually be forgotten by the people of the world, and even the people in the practice world will occasionally forget his existence.

In those legendary stories that only a few people know, the weapon used by the Confucius is a stick. Ning Que used his own bitter experience to confirm that the weapon of the Confucius is indeed a stick.

Confucius doesn't need a sword. Since he wants the bright **** in the sky to see the sword of the world, then he can only borrow the sword.

The ancient sword came from the sword pavilion in Nanjin.

Jiansheng Liubai, sitting cross-legged by the pool, looking at the dried pool in front of him, thinking of the ancient meaning of breaking out of the pool and flying away, silent and complex.

Liu Bai was very weak and tired. He meditated on the bank for many years just to cultivate a real sword, which entrusted all his sword intention and spirit.

In other words, the sword is his own, so it is the strongest sword in the world. At this time, the ancient sword leaves the pool, and his sword spirit and spirit are also gone, naturally weak.

However, Liu Bai didn't have any angry expression on his face, but instead seemed a little confused.

He is the world's strongest man, he is unparalleled in swordsmanship, but someone in the world can take his sword at random, thousands of miles away, Mo said to prevent, he does not even have the qualification to express objections.

After a moment, the expression of sorrow on Liu Bai's face became slightly excited.

He already felt in whose hand the sword fell.

So he felt honored and proud like the sword.

The ancient sword Poyun came from thousands of miles away and fell into the hands of the Master.

Confucius left his feet on the ground of the wasteland and fluttered up to the blue sky.

The black smock was screamed by the wind and reflected the light in the sky, turning those holy and scorching Haotian gods into countless finely divided gold flakes.

Ning Que holding Sang Sang, looking at the sky, his face filled with shocking expression.

The teacher finally shot and danced on the nine days.

In his view, this battle is destined to be recorded in history, and will even become a myth and legend. It will be extremely magical and dangerous. It may even fight for three days and nights or even years.

He only hopes that the teacher can win and be safe.

And he did not expect that this battle is completely different from his imagination.

Begins quickly and ends quickly, very simple.

The black smock fluttered with the wind, and the master flew away, already above the blue sky, he looked at the light and darkness in the sky, and waved the ancient sword in his hand casually.

Between the extremely bright light and the declining night, a sword mark suddenly appeared. The sword mark was extremely deep, as if to pierce the sky, like a deep groove separating the light from the darkness.

The first sword of Confucius, cut the sky.

The **** of light will stand on top of the golden chariot, his face ruthless and ignorant, and the light sword of more than ten miles in his hand will cut into the wilderness ground, with a blade width of tens of feet wide, like a mountain, pressing against the Master body of.

Compared to the huge volume of the golden dragon, golden chariot, and **** of light on the sky dome, it is a very tall master among mortals, and it looks like a dust suspended in the air.

Compared with the horrible huge lightsaber, the sword in his hand is like a thin root.

The Master raised his sword in the world and greeted him towards the lightsaber.

The contact between the sword of the world and the lightsaber is like a tiny piece, and it is lightly painted on the Tianji Mountain.

It was completely safe, but the mountain collapsed.

The lightsaber suddenly cracked, collapsed like an avalanche, and scattered around the wilderness.

The sword in the hands of Confucius was inexhaustible, and seemed to be endless forever, passing through hundreds of thousands of lightsaber fragments falling densely, striking the golden chariot and falling on the face of the bright general.

The bright **** added a very slight sword mark to the perfect face, so it became no longer perfect, and the indifferent and indifferent face, because it was no longer perfect, it became a little funny.

A whine, a very subtle voice sounded, and there were no more than one hundred thousand cracks on the face of the **** of light. Those cracks spread to his body, and the armor condensed by Hao Tian Shenhui began to crack.

Like the ice sculpture, the God of Light will instantly crack and turn into countless transparent crystals. It will fall into the wilderness ground like a hail, but the sound is more like a rainstorm hitting the rain eaves.

The fine and transparent crystals still contain the light and power of coercion and terror, but they can no longer be united and pose any threat to the Master holding the sword of the human world.

The **** of light and the fragments of the lightsaber kept falling on the ground of the wasteland, like a dense meteorite rain, dragging the tail of the fire and falling, splashing countless smoke and igniting countless high-temperature blazing flames.

In the wilderness, countless people rolled painfully in the fire of divine brilliance, and then died, turning into a smokeless nothingness.

The light **** who overlooked the world indifferently at the previous moment, and at this time also turned into a smokeless nihility, and died.

The second sword of Confucius, slash the god.

Confucius headed up against the wind, straight into the brightest place, and stood on top of the golden dragon.

The golden dragon roared in anger, slamming his tail, the clouds scattered and thunder, and the momentum was amazing.

The Master still stood on top of his head, and the black gown hunted in the high wind.

The golden dragon looked back to bite, and the master dropped the sword.

I do n’t know if the Confucius became extremely tall, or the golden dragon became smaller under his feet. The sword in his hand penetrated into the neck of the golden dragon.

The golden dragon screamed and struggled desperately.

The Master's sword swam between the dragon's necks and pieces of dragon scales flake off.

The golden dragon is more painful, struggling more and more fiercely, flying and tumbling fast in the sky, there are clouds around him, and electricity is born in the cloud, but he can't get rid of the sword of the world.

Countless dragon scales peeled off, like countless light mirrors, slowly floating above the wasteland, falling towards the ground, reflecting the light in the sky and shining the whole world into a river that was difficult to quiet under the twilight.

Every dragon scale falls, and a fire will ignite on the wasteland.

Countless people tumbling in the sky fire, and then the dead cloud turned into a smokeless nothingness.

The sword of the world goes around the dragon neck for a week.

The head of the golden dragon separates. The huge dragon head and the dragon body winding in the sky somehow suddenly freeze and suspend, and then fall like a golden sand river and spill into the world.

The third sword of Confucius, Dragon Slaughter.

The Confucius waved his sleeves, and the black gown rose against the wind.

His left sleeve swung the dragon body of the golden dragon into the northern night, decomposing the collapsing sands, dancing violently in that night and then exploding continuously.

Each grain of sand contains the purest and most horrible Haotian Divine Radiance. Now it burns completely, and I do not know how much light and heat the dark night in the north has been purified.

His right sleeve compressed the dragon head of the golden dragon into a pure light group, and a palm was poured into the top of Sang Sang's head. The cold atmosphere in the chalk of Sang Sang's body was like the ice and snow met the strong sun and disappeared suddenly .

In the depths of the South China Sea, the seawater before the Black Reef kept rolling due to the burning of magma, and spewed white water vapor into the sky, which was extremely uneasy, just like the mood of the Tsing Yi Taoist.

He looked at the northern part of this flat world, looked at the flashing light that kept lighting up, and the thunder that kept ringing for a long time was silent, then shook his head with a sigh.

In the depths of the Western Wilderness, the sound of the clouds in the clouds and fog was slightly confusing because of the vision. Those yellow temples that were used to the quiet seemed not to know what to express, just as they were talking about the mood of the first scripture at this time.

He looked at the lightning above the Eastern Wasteland, his tired face became more and more tired, and the sweat on his forehead ceased to wipe, and the sweat on the forehead gradually stopped, but the sweat on the forehead became more.

After watching, Qingshan was silent at this time, full of death and despair, and an old and stern voice shouted with a cry: "This will not kill him, what can we do?"

The **** of light and the scales of the golden dragon will fall from the sky and turn into a fiery fire of Haotian, sweeping the humans on the ground of the wilderness. Within a very short time, I do n’t know how many people were burnt to death

Before this level of battle, all the forces in the world can only be watched. Today, no one is qualified to watch. They can only be affected by the spread and die without camp.

Whether it is a deserted person or a Central Plains person, whether it is the Xiling Temple or the Devil Sect, as long as it is touched by those skyfires, it will instantly become a scorched corpse, and then purified into green smoke, which is attributed to the vanishing nothingness.

Confucius landed on the wasteland ground, waved his hands, gathered the wind, and the wind rose from his sleeves. At first glance, the rain fell, and suddenly the rain fell on the wasteland, breathing those skyfires, and no smoke.

The rain disappeared, the sky split by light and darkness returned to normal, revealing a clear blue sky, with white clouds floating on the sky, and even a cloud-like sheep appeared in the distance.

"Sunset Sands will open tomorrow? Still not right."

Confucius looked at the blue blank cloud and shook his head, throwing the sword in his hand to the south at random, and then lost his hand and took Ning Que and Sang Sang to the black carriage.

The dazzling and terrifying light pressure disappeared, the cold and terrible night disappeared, and hundreds of thousands of people on the wasteland gradually woke up. They saw the tall figure, and saw the black carriage that was going away.

People vaguely guessed what happened, but they could n’t believe it, because even the most mysterious textbooks and the most blasphemous dark history books never recorded such a thing.

The war between the kingdom of God and the world ended in victory in the world.

The ancient sword of the world flew back to the sword pavilion in Nanjin, fell from the mouth of the mountain belly, and quietly inserted into the bottom of the dried-up pool. After a while, the pool water was born for no reason and drowned the sword.

Liu Bai looked at the water hole in front of her and knew that he could no longer use this sword in his life, even if it was a sword he had forged by himself and had been cultivated with spirit for many years.

Once the sea was difficult to survive, this sword used the Master and had fought Haotian's will. Where else would he be willing to be used by the layman and would he be willing to fight in the world?

Liu Bai's face did not have any disappointment and decay, only calm and awe. He arranged his clothes, washed his face with the water, and then bowed to the northern wilderness.

He is the world's strongest man, the proud sword sage Liu Bai. He has never respected people, and he is not afraid of others in this life.

The only student bowed his head.

Teacher of Datang Academy Dean ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is a legendary name.

Although this name is gradually being forgotten by the world and forgotten by many practitioners, in the eyes of those really powerful practitioners, this name is always the most powerful name on earth.

Many people are wondering how tall the master is.

The first one of Zhishuguanguanzhu and Xuankong Temple lectures, they were defeated by Confucius sticks. They thought they could figure out how tall the Confucius is, and then they found that they were wrong.

Liu Bai guessed that Confucius should be in the state of legendary quietness and inaction because the Master had n’t asked the world for many years, but today he shocked to find that the original origin was still wrong.

Helan City Head.

Master Huang Yang looked at the blue clouds in the distance and said with emotion: "In the spring of the 13th year of the Apocalypse, the academy started school. Your majesty presided over the ceremony at the academy. I and the Chinese teacher played chess in the pavilion beside the road. I asked him how much his master high."

His Majesty the Emperor asked: "How to answer the Castle Peak?"

"Guo Shi teacher once said that Confucius is as high as several floors. I said at the time that the second floor was already very high. The Confucius was actually as high as several floors, which is really high ... But now it seems that we Still wrong. "

"How high is the Master?"

Master Huang Yang sincerely praised: "It turns out that the Master is so high."

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