Chapter 966 Can't Learn...

Chapter 966 Can't learn.

The heavy rain turned into a sword, pouring towards Chen Bei.

The entire rain curtain is a sword, every drop of rain is sword energy, Chen Bei can't avoid it!

But Chen Bei didn't seem to think about hiding at all.

With one punch, the fist was like a dragon, and countless Yujian were destroyed. At the same time, behind Chen Bei, a golden figure slowly floated up.

This golden body was transformed by Chen Beiwufu's true energy.

Some people say that when a martial artist enters the realm of martial arts, the golden body and facial hair are a new god.

In other words, the end point of Wu Fu is the existence of gods.

The golden body method chooses to block out the sky, just like a mountain!

With one punch, the fist as big as a hill of the golden figure smashed towards Jian Yu!

Jian Yu stabbed out with a sword.

Behind Jian Yu, several water-permeable long swords transformed by rainwater kept rotating, and then stabbed in turn!

Several rain swords were pressed against Chen Bei's fist, and the spiritual power and Wufu's true energy clashed again!

Chen Bei stepped forward quickly!

Every step you take, the whole battlefield shakes!

Valkyrie step!

What Wushenbu pays attention to is not speed, but the momentum that is constantly suppressed, and when the last step is taken, it will release all the suppression!

"Boom!"

The sky was low, and there was a roar at the same time!

It's just that what's in the sky is thunder, but what's on the ground is really man-made.

Chen Bei kicked Jian Yu's body like a long whip, and Jian Yu blocked it with a side sword!

Like a cannonball, Jian Yu was kicked out directly, and the impact wave exploded like a sound.

"boom!"

Five miles away, a hundred meters of dust was raised, but it was soon poured down by rain.

And the moment the dust disappeared, a long sword pierced Chen Bei!

Chen Bei's shoulder was pierced.

And it's not over yet.

Above the sky, the rain kept gathering, and after ten breaths, tens of thousands of long swords were suspended in the air!

"fall!"

Jian Yu's big hand pressed down, and tens of thousands of long swords stabbed towards Chen Bei non-stop!

Chen Bei yelled loudly, the dharma became more powerful, and the martial artist's true energy surrounded Chen Bei non-stop.

Jian Yu kept attacking, Chen Bei used offense instead of defense, and the warrior kept throwing his fists at Jian Yu.

Dust, rain, the two are constantly mixed together! It is already unclear what happened in it.

Only the sound of thunderous punches and the endless rain of swords Xiaoxiao.

After a stick of incense, when the remaining power of the fist energy dissipated, the sky cleared and the sun cleared after the rain, Chen Bei's fist hit Jian Yu's natal flying sword.

At this time, there were many sword marks all over Chen Bei's body, and a sword hole was stabbed in his shoulder.

And Jian Yu didn't get any better, his face was pale, and more and more blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"you win."

Chen Bei retracted his fist and sighed lightly.

"As I said, you can't beat me." Jian Yu insisted, "But I, Jian Yu, would like to call you the most powerful punch!"

"I'll be waiting for you on the battlefield."

Chen Bei stopped talking nonsense with him, turned and left.

Jian Yu didn't pursue anymore either, he put away his long sword and walked towards the army formation.

At this time, Wanli City and Yaozu Tianxia were very confused.

lost?

We finally lost?

Won?

We finally won?

"Brother Jiang, this."

Ye Liangchen and the others couldn't see the way in which they turned their heads to look at Jiang Lin.

Jiang Lin shook his head and became a post-war commentator:

"It was Chen Bei who lost, lost half a move. At the time of the last punch, if Chen Bei made another last punch, Jian Yu's Longevity Bridge would be broken by Chen Bei, and Jian Yu would become an ordinary person from now on, but Chen Bei Sadness will also be pierced through the body by tens of thousands of rain swords, and he will die instantly.

In the end, Jian Yu didn't want her monk career to end here, so she put away Yu Jian first.

Jian Yu put away the Yujian, and Chen Bei didn't want to take advantage of him, so he put away his fist.

Therefore, according to the final result, Chen Bei died and Jian Yu was crippled, and Jian Yu was still standing at the end.

Therefore, Chen Bei was considered a loser. "

Hearing Jiang Lin's explanation, Ye Liangchen and the others also nodded and understood.

For a moment Ye Liangchen felt that it was good like this, although he lost, but Chen Bei was still alive, it was really good to be alive on the battlefield.

At this time, under the Wanli City, warm cheers from all over the world of the Yaozu resounded.

The demon cultivator kept holding up his weapon and shouting Jian Yu's name, and the monster roared excitedly.

Although I have only won one game in Yaozu Tianxia, ​​if I win, I win. If I win, I don’t cheer. When will I cheer?

Cheer after losing a game?

And what if I let four chase six?

This is not impossible!

Amid the cheers of the demon army, Jian Yu returned to the army formation of Jiange.

"Master."

Looking at Jianya, Jianyu was a little ashamed.

"You won." Jian Ya patted his disciple on the shoulder.

Jian Yu shook his head with a wry smile: "Actually, I lost."

He didn't want to let himself be crippled, so he took the lead in withdrawing the sword move. In the ultimate confrontation, it meant that he was cowardly, and he was considered a loser.

"No, you won!" Jian Ya looked at Jian Yu seriously, it's rare that he didn't have a secondary.

Jian Yu raised her head, looked into her master's serious eyes, and her heart trembled.

Jian Ya: "The reason why you accept the move is not because you are cowardly, but because you want to climb to a higher level, and want to compete with Jiang Lin again! This is not shameful!"

"Master." Jian Yu's eyes were moist.

"Okay, come on, enjoy your victory!"

Jian Yu walked up, opened his big hands, and shouted loudly: "Shout my disciple's name!"

"Sword Rain! Sword Rain! Sword Rain!"

Among the demon army, the voices shouting Jian Yu became louder and louder.

Looking at the appearance of Master in Secondary School, he heard his name being called out again and again.

this moment.

Jian Yu felt that she might as well lose

On the top of Wanli City, although Chen Bei lost, no one was to blame.

Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs, not to mention that Chen Bei is really fierce, but I didn't expect that sword rain to be more fierce!

In order to comfort Chen Bei's "injured" heart, some female monks from the Huanxi Sect took the initiative to put on a hug, saying that they could give Brother Chen a free massage and push his back tonight, and he asked Brother Chen to show respect.

But Chen Beili ignored it and left directly.

But looking at Chen Bei's back, their eyes were wet for a while.

In the sixth round, I can't learn to fight against Murong Qin.

"Brother Jiang Jiang, Brother Ye, Brother Diao, everyone, go. Go."

On the top of the city, you can't learn to bow to everyone.

"Go." Jiang Lin patted his shoulder.

Originally, Jiang Lin wanted to tell him something, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it.

I can't let myself know that I can't release water, after all, I can't learn to represent the world.

And I have to believe in Qin'er.

Qin'er is not a vase, but his own disciple, who has truly inherited his own way of swordsmanship.

Furthermore, if you can't learn to be a scholar, you won't be cruel, let alone a girl.

"Brother Xue." Jiang Lin patted the dust on the shoulder of the inability to learn again, "Don't force yourself too much, let it be if you can't beat it, don't be too serious, there is still me."

"Huh!" Xuebu was a little moved.

Who said Brother Jiang is just a flower picker, look, how considerate Brother Jiang is, he didn't put any pressure on himself.

On the other side, after Ji Fang straightened Qin'er's collar, Murong Qin bid farewell to Ji Fang and Wu Susu, and Yu Jian flew into the battlefield.

"The Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, Murong Qin." Facing his failure to learn, Murong Qin saluted with his sword in his arms.

"I can't learn it." I can't learn to bow, "See you. If you have met the girl, please."

"In that case, I will use my sword first!"

Before the "please give me more advice" that he couldn't learn finished, Murong Qin drew his sword!

I was stunned for a moment.

Murong Qin's Sword Intent sword was recruited from Jiang Lin, so the Sword Intent carries many shadows of Jiang Lin, but has its own unique taste.

If Jiang Lin's sword intent is like the sun at noon in a scorching summer, then Murong Qin's sword intent is like the warm spring sun, giving people a completely different sense of oppression.

However, the power is no less powerful!

Murong Qin's sword realm unfolded, and the battlefield filled with yellow sand turned into a spring meadow, with the gentle spring breeze and the chirping of birds, everything was full of spring.

But every spring breeze is the most fierce sword energy.

I can't learn how to wave my sleeves, the sword energy is blown away, and the wind of turning books is surrounded by Murong Qin!

But at this moment, the girl's figure dissipated and turned into a breeze, appearing behind Xuehui.

Longfeng frame.

The spring breeze turned into a cross wind cone, piercing towards the school.

If you can't learn to just smile and wave your big hand again, the cross wind cone will dissipate in an instant.

But this is not the end.

A long dragon transformed by the breeze appeared from behind the girl, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"The year is cold, and then the pines and cypresses will wither after knowing."

Can't learn to speak a word without stuttering at all.

When the last word fell, above the ground, pines and cypresses broke through the ground and trapped the wind dragon! Dissipates into formlessness.

"It's tolerable to dance in the court, but it's unbearable."

Can't learn to say it again, sixty-four singers appeared, dancing and playing music, singing gracefully, and dancing.

The melody and singing trap Murong Qin, thirty-two singers occupy all directions, and the magic circle resurfaces, trying to disturb the spiritual power in Murong Qin's body and cause mental damage.

But Murong Qin is just a sword!

With a single strike of the sword, all the singers are scattered, and everything returns to nothingness.

Wind and flowers are buried.

Murong Qin reversed the blade, and in the sky, petals fell from the sky.

At the moment when the petals fell on the shoulders of the inability to learn, a small plain flower burst out from the shoulders of the inability to learn.

hair, back, palms

Small flowers bloomed on the body of Yu Xuehui, just like a flower figure.

It seems that I can't learn to be swallowed by these thousands of flowers.

At the same time, vines grew from the unlearnable feet, as if they were about to take root in the ground and become tree men.

"Zibuyu: strange, powerful, chaotic, god."

Just like the voice of the Dharma, the unlearnable voice keeps echoing in the air!

When the flowers on Unable to learn were about to bloom a hundred, suddenly, a strange wind blew past, and all the flowers on Unable to learn were blown away.

A burst of twisted strange force will not stop tearing the vines under the feet of the learner, and the vines are torn to pieces.

Hundreds of flowers are chaotic, constantly gathering towards the sky, and finally form the Dharma image of a Confucian saint.

But upon closer inspection, this method turned out to be unable to learn by itself.

It is also true that one who cannot learn is a Confucian sage.

"Miss Murong, listen to the wind."

On the battlefield, the dust was flying, and the storm kept sweeping, and the big hand of the Confucian sage, Dharma Xiang, covered Murong Qin.

Murong Qin closed his eyes, and when the palm of the saint was completely covered, the girl and the sword both turned into a breeze.

At the same time, under the feet of the inability to learn, the sword array has risen again!

"I heard that Mr. Hao is the youngest saint in the world?"

Refreshing and transforming people, Murong Qin walked step by step towards learning.

"I don't dare to be, I don't know much, I just read a few books." It's unbelievable that the masters on the battlefield didn't stutter once.

Murong Qin shook his head: "I once heard a senior say that every scholar in the world has his own persistence in his heart. That is the "sage" of a scholar. I don't know what is the "sage" of a gentleman?"

As soon as Murong Qin finished speaking, a figure of a woman appeared in his unlearnable mind.

She is the teacher's daughter and her childhood sweetheart.

When she was studying by herself, she always made trouble.

However, I have never been bored once.

"No, what exactly is the 'holy' in your heart?"

In the debate of sages, how can you learn to face the ten sages of Confucianism, and among the ten sages, the old man in the middle asks the last question.

"The king is a wise king, the people are wise people, all things are enlightened, and all people in the world have books to read." Can't learn slowly.

"What an enlightenment of all things." The old man in the middle laughed, "But no, that is your way, but not your 'holy'."

Can't learn to frown: "Tao is also holy, and holy is also Tao. What the teacher said, the disciples don't understand, so please ask the teacher to clarify."

"Confused? Hahaha." The old man smiled even more, "I'm not you, how could you know that the saint in your heart can't learn, my daughter is right, why, you can't learn after all."

"If you can't learn it, you can be a saint, the youngest saint in my academy. However, when you understand the 'sage' in your heart, I am looking forward to whether you can keep your title of saint."

The voice in my head has already fallen, and the girl in front of me is not in danger.

Instead, he waited for his eyes to gradually clear up, and then asked the dazed scholar in front of him.

"Sir, are you ready to receive my last sword?"

Can't learn: "I think the girl has a noble spirit. I think the teacher of the girl must be a master. It's not that Xiaosheng has a prejudice against the world of the monster race. May I ask the girl, who is the teacher of the girl?"

"He is my senior." The girl bent her eyes and smiled.

"Then who is this senior?" Xue Wu continued to ask.

"He is my husband."

The girl continued.

"And my husband is the only 'holy' in my heart, and even my way."

The words fall, the breeze rises again,

The girl floated in the air with a long sword in her hand.

"min~~~"

The sharp phoenix cries resounded through the sky, Qingfeng rushed straight towards the school, and all the birds behind him rushed towards the phoenix.

"Can't learn"

"Senior Sister Si Si."

"Congratulations, I heard that you have become the youngest saint in the Haoran world."

"No, it's not. The teacher said. I. The "Holy" in my heart is vague and indistinct."

"Ambiguous? Why indistinct?"

"Teacher teacher said. Tao. Tao is different from holy. no."

"Then" looking at the poor scholar, the girl bent her eyes and smiled, "You go your own way, and I will be your 'saint', how about it?"