Small town, bookstore.

The white tree has grown up, the trunks of a whole white tree are as bright as jade, the leaves are shining brightly, and the spiritual branch of a world tree has re-bred a tremendous vitality in the lower realm. This is probably something that the sages in the upper realm have never thought of.

The main hall of the bookstore.

When Qin Suihan tidied up his clothes, scholars should look like scholars, and etiquette should still be there. When this Confucian shirt was tidied up by him, the scholar stood up, took a sip of the tea he had just brewed, then raised his hand to take off his sword from the wall. The gentleman's sword has existed since ancient times, and Qin Suihan, the Confucian saint, was no exception, and this sword was extraordinary.

The Sword of the Killing Niu, the Confucian and Taoist Holy Sword.

On the list of famous swords in the world, the Hanniu Sword is second only to the Dragon Sword, but it is rarely born. The Confucian Saint's sword is usually not a fight, but this time it really won't happen.

Qin Suihan went out with this white sweat-like sword. This time he not only had to fight, but also might die. He had to bear the ambition he made at the beginning.

At the door of the bookstore, Doctor Zhang glanced at Qin Suihan and said, "Go to die?"

"What about that?"

Qin Suihan smiled and said, "You want to collect my body?"

"snort……"

Doctor Zhang sneered: "Do you think the corpse will be left behind when killed by the taboos in the sea of ​​heaven?"

"Too."

Qin Suihan smiled slightly and said, "You are not leaving yet? Be careful of being affected by the fish in the pond."

"Not even if those taboos are unreasonable, they won't even let an old doctor go, right?"

"Hmph, whatever you want."

The moment the scholar walked out of the bookstore with his sword in his arms, his body suddenly expanded and became a magical figure of tens of thousands of feet. He looked up at the sea of ​​heaven hanging upside down in the sky and laughed loudly: "Qin Suihan is here. If you want to do something, you can do it, but it is impossible to regain the fortune of the world that belongs to the human world!"

"court death!"

In the air, the golden giant hand fell into the air and grabbed the white tree in the bookstore straight.

"laugh!"

The sweat-ox sword was unsheathed, and the sword body was clear and smooth. The moment it swept across, the golden palm was cut off directly, and the cut part turned into countless broken star blossoms, sprinkled on the snowy Tianchi Lake.

"Are you looking for death?!"

Another roared, and then a sword energy fell from the sky.

Qin Suihan's huge Dharma image raised his long sword and stabbed a huge golden air shield to cover the entire world. Threads of Confucian words appeared on the air shield, extremely vast.

Accompanied by the roar, a wisp of sword energy slashed across the golden air shield, and thin cracks appeared on the air shield, while Qin Suihan still held the sword and pointed it into the sky, with a calm expression and unmoved at all.

"Don't shed tears without seeing the coffin?"

In the air, another sage roared, and then a palm print fell from the sky.

Suddenly, the golden air shield collapsed, but Qin Suihan also waved his palm, and the earth shook. Qin Suihan's palm blocked the majestic palm for the world.

"Qin Suihan."

A woman's voice came from the air: "You are just a downgraded Confucian saint. I really think you can seek justice for the world? This is the way of heaven, so why do you have to go against the will of heaven like this?"

Qin Suihan frowned: "Don't you fight, don't you roll around?"

"you……"

The woman was angry, and the next moment, a golden whisk fell from the sky.

Qin Suihan resisted it with a sweaty bull sword. The sword light filled the air and turned into a curtain that stood against the sky.

...

"Sage of Confucianism, this is what you are seeking death by yourself."

Someone shouted softly, and then a series of Chinese marks fell from the sky and turned into countless sword lights, constantly attacking the sky curtain in the sky, so that the sky curtain was pierced through countless holes in the blink of an eye, and sword energy continued to attack the snowy Tianchi Lake.

"Su Shanjun!"

Qin Suihan shouted softly: "What are you waiting for?"

"Here you come!"

A white-clothed magic figure stood up and turned into the appearance of the mountain god Su Fu. He held a golden sword in his hand and shattered dozens of swords in succession, shattering all the messy sword energy in the air. After resolving this attack, Su Fu's face changed drastically and he gasped: "What's this? The peak of the fourteenth level of Taoism is too scary, right?"

"Su Fu!"

Someone in the air whispered: "Due to your friendship with Ding Muchen, don't interfere in this matter, I won't make things difficult for you!"

"Why depends on my Brother Xi's face?!"

Su Fu laughed: "You guys can't beat my brother Xi? Hahahaha, I'm so hilarious~~~"

"court death!"

In the air, dozens of fists fell, and fists were blowing straight towards Su Fu.

Su Fu is just a god who has attained enlightenment in the human world. He can't resist the taboo of becoming a sage by these Yang Gods. Although he keeps blocking the sword, he is still hit by his body. His golden body quickly dissipates. In a blink of an eye, he falls from the fourteenth realm to the eleventh realm. He will return to the middle fifth realm. He immediately withdrew his Dharma body and escape into the Shanjun Temple.

"Mr. Qin, I can only help you here. I have something more important to me. It depends on Mr.'s... "

Qin Suihan couldn't help laughing, and raised his sweat again, and condensed the sky with the sword light. Not far behind him, the white tree in the bookstore seemed to become more delicate and tender, and the spiritual energy was about to overflow.

He was full of hope, and it would be enough for a little more time.

...

"Strive to bear the destiny?"

In the air, an old man's voice came: "Can you just a Confucian saint withstand it?"

"I have to try it."

Qin Sui Han kept urging the Dharma body to the valley, and the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism was everywhere.

In the air, a huge sound came. This time, a total of several sages took action together. A heavy pressure fell from the sky. Suddenly, the Khan Niu Sword was bent directly by the multiple pressures in the air.

Qin Suihan suddenly let go of his hand, letting Hanniu Sword resist by himself, spreading his five fingers with one hand, controlling the sword of Confucianism and Saint from afar, and storing the true energy of Confucianism and Taoism, using his cultivation to fight against the immortals in the sky.

"Can you bear it?"

A huge cauldron with a majestic breath fell in the air, and a "kneel" sound was suddenly "kneel". In an instant, a sweaty bull sword shattered, while Qin Suihan's Dharma body retreated several steps, suddenly raised an arm to support the zenith that was about to be crushed.

"See?"

In the air, a woman sneered and said, "As a Confucian saint, you have not been able to abide by the rules. Is there someone from the Confucian Wenlin who came forward to resolve this death situation for you, Qin Suihan?"

Qin Suihan chuckled: "One person does things and one person does things."

"so?"

The woman sneered: "It's okay if you don't want the Confucian saints enfeoffed by heaven and earth, but now you don't want your own life?"

"If you want to kill, kill, why humiliate me?"

Qin Suihan smiled at the sky and said, "You noble gods are just a group of dirty ants in my eyes. Do you really think I am willing to reason with you?"

"good."

The old man's voice sounded: "If you don't want to reason, then you will die."

"No matter what the consequences, I, Qin Suihan, will suffer it."

...

In the air, various magic weapons attacked and suddenly one of Qin Suihan's Dharma Image's arm turned into annihilation in an instant, and then the entire body began to collapse. The fierce attacks of the fourteen-level taboos made him no longer able to support such a majestic Dharma Image.

"Qin Suihan!"

A majestic man's voice came: "You are a Confucian saint, why are you determined to die? What else is there to be nostalgic for this dilapidated world that makes you protect each other with death?"

"some."

Qin Suihan turned around and looked, his eyes traveling thousands of miles.

He saw a little girl practicing sword hard in the yard. Every time she waved the sword, she was extremely serious. She gritted her silver teeth. Although she was already sweating, she was still persisting. The master Lin Qing'er frowned and said, "Why don't you rest for a while? If you practice so hard... it's actually unnecessary. The future is long..."

"No!"

Xiao Jiuer pursed her lips and said, "Brother Lin Zhao can beat so many demon clans alone. I want to practice swords quickly to help him. Brother Lin Zhao should always have someone to help him."

Lin Qing'er pursed her red lips: "Well, I understand, then practice."

In the other direction, Baidi City, Prime Minister's Mansion.

Xiao Shitou had already put on a clean dress and sat alone in front of the window in front of the table. On the table were military books. He was warming his boxing intention while reading the obscure military principles.

"Shihu!"

A boy outside smiled and said, "Come out and fly kites with us."

"No."

Xiao Shitou shook his head and said, "I'll read the book for a while!"

"Why? You are already the boxing technique of the Youth Camp. You are the first in the military strategy assessment list. Isn't it shameful for us to be so hard?"

"No……"
To be continued...