Chapter 942 Binding the Dragon

A big battle is about to start.

One is a Confucian saint who has not fought with anyone for many years, and the other is a demon king of the demon clan who has been in seclusion for many years but has already become famous.

Looking at the green air that spreads behind the scholar, and actually suppresses his demonic energy behind him, the man in white robe smiled.

The scholar is just a guy who can talk nonsense, how can he fight?

His mind moved, and the thick black demonic energy behind him suddenly turned from black to snow-white, like a heavy snow, whistling behind him.

In the heavy snow, a long white dragon slowly came out, opened its huge mouth behind the white-robed man, and bursts of dragon roars continued.

The dean of the academy smiled indifferently and said sarcastically, "If it was a real dragon, I would really think it was extraordinary. Why is it a little dragon pretending to be so arrogant?"

As soon as the voice fell, the pure air behind the dean of the academy instantly turned into long green rainbows and rushed towards the opposite side.

Like countless green ribbons, it coiled towards the white dragon.

"Wait for me to peel off your dragon scales, pull out your dragon tendons, and use them to make a big bow!"

The dean of the academy took another step forward, and countless cracks appeared on the ground in front of him, spreading towards the white-robed man over there.

"As expected of a scholar, you can really joke. When I went south to overlook your mountains and rivers, why didn't I see a scholar come out to attack me?"

The white-robed man squinted at the green air rising from the cracks. With just a thought, the surrounding fog rose, and sea water appeared out of thin air, gathering in front of him to form a sea wall countless feet high.

The huge waves have formed, and only a strong wind is needed to make the waves here turbulent.

"So it's you, the beast, what's your name, Bai Jing?"

After all, the dean of the academy is the leader of the world's scholars, and he has read too many books. After hearing Bai Jing's words, he remembered the old story. In the past, there was a demon king of the demon race who went south and plundered the mountains and rivers. At that time, the human cultivators were not completely invincible, but those who could defeat him were either in seclusion or didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing, so he swept the human cultivation world.

Although the human race is not as strong as the demon race, it is indeed not to the point where a demon king can bully it at will.

Bai Jing was a little surprised, "I didn't expect that there are still people who know my name now."

"I see that you haven't made much progress after so long."

Grains of green light continued to appear in front of the dean of the academy, and then they were crushed bit by bit by him, turning into ripples. In just a moment, countless words slowly formed in front of the dean of the academy.

"It's so boring. Even a fight is like this."

Bai Jing was too lazy to wait for the waves in front of him to surge, so he took the initiative to walk forward, passed through the sea wall, and took the initiative to step into the dojo opened by the dean of the academy.

The dean of the academy frowned slightly, but his heart was already furious. I have practiced for so many years, and I am at least a Confucian saint. How can I be so insignificant in your dog's eyes?

But before he finished his anger, the dean of the academy sighed. In fact, there was really no way to say this. Although his Wangyou End was not weak, he was not a figure like Wuyang Zhenren and Jianzong Sect Master. He could still bully the ordinary Wangyou End, but if he met this demon king who had been rampant in the human race in his early years, he would be a little powerless.

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The dean of the academy looked at Liu Banbi in the distance, and then at Xie Nandu who could not be seen, and was a little dissatisfied. Liu Banbi, you don’t study and practice swordsmanship. Why haven’t you become a great swordsman yet?

If you become a great swordsman, do I, as a teacher, need to worry about people not listening when I talk to them? Do I still need to do it myself?

And his last disciple Xie Nandu, nine natal flying swords, a good swordsman embryo, instead of practicing swordsmanship, he went to study military tactics.

Really misguided!

However, so many thoughts actually happened in an instant, and the dean of the academy was still focused on Bai Jing in front of him.

Bai Jing had arrived in front of him, pressed a piece of text with his hand, and then crushed it with a majestic aura in an instant, but after those words spread out and turned into green light, they did not dissipate, and then appeared beside the demon king.

Bai Jing lowered his head slightly, and then he felt a little curious about the means of these green lights flowing.

But when he looked up, he saw a small fist with endless green light, which hit Bai Jing mercilessly.

This made Bai Jing even more curious. Nowadays, scholars are like this. There is a sword cultivator in front? This Confucian saint is a martial artist?

The dean of the academy, who had rolled up his sleeves early, punched out, and there was thunder between heaven and earth. Infinite righteousness flowed out from the fist, which made Bai Jing suddenly seem to see a waterfall, and there was really the sound of water hitting rocks in his ears.

This punch hit Bai Jing in an instant.

Bai Jing had to take two steps back to temporarily dissolve the majestic aura contained in this punch, but he didn't expect that after the Confucian saint on the opposite side delivered a punch, he actually seemed to start to gain momentum, and then the fists kept on leaving green marks in the air.

Having lost the initiative, Bai Jing had to slowly retreat, but every time he took a step back, the Confucian saint in front of him took a step forward, leaving behind a shadow.

After dozens of steps, there were dozens of shadows of the dean of the academy standing on the road.

Bai Jing had nowhere to retreat. He stood in front of the sea wall, rolled up his sleeves, and dodged the fierce punch of the dean of the academy. He thought that this wave of attack would stop for a while, but who could have imagined that the last afterimage would rush forward, and dozens of afterimages would rush towards his body one after another. After countless afterimages merged together, the dean of the academy directly punched Bai Jing into the sea wall.

But Bai Jing did not stop there, but was knocked away.

Unable to stop.

Then, in Liu Banbi's eyes, he saw that he, who had not fought with anyone for many years, actually jumped up, fell into the air, stretched out his hand to grab a green ribbon, and the ribbon instantly turned into a chain, wrapping around the body of the white dragon.

And the dean of the academy stepped heavily on the head of the white dragon, pulling the chain with one hand and waving with the other hand.

Great style!

Liu Banbi was stunned.

This fucking teacher is so good at fighting?

He couldn't help but give his own teacher a thumbs up, it's really amazing.

This is what Liu Banbi really thinks at this moment.

The words behind the dean of the academy followed him like a shadow, and the Confucian saint laughed up to the sky, "I have the skill to bind dragons, why not bind demons?" A big battle was about to break out.

One was a Confucian saint who had not fought with anyone for many years, and the other was a demon king of the demon clan who had been in seclusion for many years but had already been famous.

Looking at the blue air that filled the sky behind the scholar, and actually suppressed his demonic energy behind him, the man in white robe smiled.

The scholar was just a guy who could talk nonsense, how could he fight?

His mind moved, and the thick black demonic energy behind him suddenly turned from black to snow-white at this moment, like a heavy snow, whistling only behind him.

In the heavy snow, a long white dragon slowly emerged, opened its huge mouth behind the white-robed man, and roared continuously.

The dean of the academy smiled indifferently and said sarcastically, "If it was a real dragon, I would really think it was extraordinary. What's the point of a little dragon pretending to be?"

As soon as the voice fell, the pure air behind the dean of the academy instantly turned into long green rainbows and rushed towards the opposite side.

Like countless green ribbons, it entangled with the white dragon.

"Wait until I peel off your dragon scales, pull out your dragon tendons, and use them to make a big bow!"

The dean of the academy took another step forward, and countless cracks appeared on the ground in front of him, spreading towards the white-robed man over there.

"As expected of a scholar, you can really joke. When I went south to look down at your mountains and rivers, why didn't I see a scholar come out to attack me?"

The man in white robe narrowed his eyes and looked at the green air rising from the cracks. With just a thought, the surrounding fog rose, and the sea water appeared out of thin air, gathering in front of him to form a sea wall that was countless feet high.

The huge waves have already formed, and only a strong wind is needed to make the waves here turbulent.

"So it's you, the beast, what's your name, Bai Jing?"

After all, the dean of the academy is the leader of the scholars in the world. He has read too many books. After Bai Jing's words, he remembered the old story. In the past, there was a demon king of the demon race who went south and plundered the mountains and rivers. At that time, the human cultivators were not completely invincible, but those who could defeat him were either in seclusion or didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing, so he swept the human cultivation world.

Although the human race is not as powerful as the demon race, it is indeed not to the point where a demon king can bully them at will.

Bai Jing was a little surprised, "I didn't expect that there are still people who know my name now."

"I see that you haven't made much progress after so long."

Green light continued to appear in front of the dean of the academy, and then he crushed it bit by bit, turning it into ripples. In just a moment, countless words slowly formed in front of the dean of the academy.

"It's so boring, even a fight is like this."

Bai Jing was too lazy to wait for the waves in front of him to surge, so he took the initiative to walk forward, passed through the sea wall, and took the initiative to step into the dojo opened by the dean of the academy.

The dean of the academy frowned slightly, but his heart was already furious. I have practiced for so many years, and I am a Confucian saint after all. How can I be so insignificant in your dog's eyes?

However, before he was completely furious, the dean of the academy sighed. There was really no way to explain this matter. Although his Wangyou End was not weak, he was not a figure like Wuyang Zhenren and the Sword Sect Master. He could still bully the ordinary Wangyou End, but if he met this demon king who had been rampant in the human race in his early years, he would be a little powerless.

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The dean of the academy looked at Liu Banbi in the distance, and then looked at Xie Nandu who could not be seen, and was a little dissatisfied. Liu Banbi, you don’t study and practice swordsmanship. Why haven’t you become a great swordsman yet?

If you become a great swordsman, do I, as a teacher, still need to worry about people not listening when I talk to them? Do I still need to do it myself?

And his last disciple Xie Nandu, who has nine natal flying swords and a good embryo of a swordsman, doesn’t practice swordsmanship well, but studies the art of war.

Really misguided!

However, all these thoughts actually happened in an instant, and the dean of the academy was still focused on Bai Jing in front of him.

Bai Jing had arrived in front of him, pressed a piece of text with his hand, and then crushed it with his powerful energy in an instant, but after the text spread out and turned into green light, it did not dissipate, and then appeared beside the demon king.

Bai Jing lowered his head slightly, and then he felt a little curious about the means by which these green lights flowed.

But when he looked up, he saw a small fist with endless green light. This fist hit Bai Jing mercilessly.

This made Bai Jing even more curious. Nowadays, scholars are like this. There is a sword cultivator in front? This Confucian saint is a martial artist?

The dean of the academy, who had rolled up his sleeves early, punched out, and there was thunder between heaven and earth. Infinite righteousness flowed from the fist, not only making Bai Jing suddenly seem to see a waterfall, but also the sound of water hitting rocks in his ears.

This punch hit Bai Jing in an instant.

Bai Jing had to take two steps back to temporarily dissolve the majestic aura contained in this punch, but he didn't expect that after the Confucian saint on the opposite side delivered a punch, he actually seemed to start to gain momentum, and then the fists kept on leaving green marks in the air.

Having lost the initiative, Bai Jing had to slowly retreat, but every time he took a step back, the Confucian saint in front of him took a step forward, leaving a shadow behind.

After dozens of steps, there were dozens of shadows of the dean of the academy standing on the road.

Bai Jing had no place to retreat, so he stood in front of the sea wall, rolled up his sleeves, and dodged the academy dean's fierce punch. After that, he thought that this wave of attack would stop for a while, but who could have imagined that the last shadow would hit forward, and dozens of shadows would hit his body one after another. After countless shadows merged together, the dean of the academy directly punched Bai Jing into the sea wall.

But Bai Jing did not stop there, but was hit and went far away.

Unable to stop.

Afterwards, Liu Banbi saw that his teacher, who had not fought with anyone for many years, actually jumped up, landed in the air, stretched out his hand to grab a green ribbon, and the ribbon instantly turned into a chain, wrapping around the body of the white dragon.

The dean of the academy stepped heavily on the head of the white dragon, holding the chain with one hand and waving with the other.

So romantic!

Liu Banbi was stunned.

This fucking teacher is so good at fighting?

He couldn't help but give his own teacher a thumbs up, it was really amazing.

This was Liu Banbi's real thought at the moment.

The words behind the dean of the academy followed him like a shadow, and the Confucian saint laughed up to the sky, "I have the magical skill of tying dragons, why don't I tie up the demon dragon?"