Chapter 209 Is the Fake Song Dynasty the Immortal Bone? Zilu's Most Precious Treasure, the Azure Pen

"Far away in the horizon, close at hand?"

Bai Ye fell into deep thought, he did not understand what the mirage dragon meant.

"Has the immortal bone transformed into one of the students present?"

Bai Ye guessed, while looking at all the students present with a covetous look.

At this time, Ci Song and Mo Yao reacted instantly, the two looked at each other, and then Mo Yao's voice reached Ci Song's ears, "Brother Ci Song, could it be that the person who pretended to be you is the immortal bone?"

Ci Song nodded, indicating that it was very likely, after all, this fake Ci Song was really simulated, even his own poems could be used, and there was his own Shuihan sword, the only possibility was that the person who pretended to be himself was transformed from the immortal bone.

But there was one thing that made Ci Song feel very strange, why did this fake Ci Song not have his memory of the past three months?

Just when Ci Song was curious, the head of a student from Zilu Academy instantly passed by his sight.

Bai Ye was holding a wolf-hair brush, his eyes full of murderous intent. In his hand, he was holding the wolf-hair brush, and at the end of his brush, there was a black gas entwined, as if it had turned into a pitch-black sword, and the brush was moving like a dragon and snake, extremely sharp.

"Since the Immortal Bone is among the crowd, then I will kill everyone present first, and check one by one, and I will always find the Immortal Bone."

Bai Ye's voice was like a death knell, instantly shocking everyone present.

"Bai Ye!" An angry voice sounded, and this person was Zhong Chang. The brush in his hand instantly turned into a long sword, soaring into the air and heading straight for Bai Ye. Bai Ye snorted disdainfully, and the wolf-hair brush in his hand trembled slightly, and a black gas instantly surged out, condensing into a huge black sword shadow, fiercely colliding with the green-shirted student.

"Bang!"

The two sword energies collided, making a deafening noise, and Zhong Chang flew out and slammed hard on the ground. This sudden change made the Taoists, Mohists, and the only two remaining Yin-Yang School students all stunned. They never expected that on the top of Fenglin Mountain, these Confucian students who were well-read in the books of sages would kill people without reason. This seemed a little different from the Confucian students they had known before.

"Zhong Chang, I said that when the Phoenix Peak opens, I will kill you first."

Bai Ye looked down at Zhong Chang, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "You deserve to die!"

"Bai Ye, you are crazy!" Zhong Chang got up from the ground, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, he looked at Bai Ye angrily: "Today, I will avenge all the Confucian brothers and sisters, and kill you, the devil!"

Zhong Chang was half-kneeling on the ground, and suddenly a burst of azure talent that did not belong to him burst out of his body. He took back the long sword in his hand and replaced it with a cyan brush. Zhong Chang drew in the air, and a huge formation was condensed in an instant. This formation emitted a strong cyan light, condensing into a cyan sword shadow, which emitted terrifying fluctuations, as if it could split the space.

"It's the azure brush! Senior Brother Zhong actually took out the sub-sage treasure of Zilu, it seems he is going to get serious!!!" A student from Zilu Academy exclaimed.

"If one's body is upright, he will act without being ordered. If one's body is not upright, he will not obey even if ordered, and he will be killed!"

Zhong shouted angrily, and the azure sword shadows on the ground instantly condensed into substantial long swords. These long swords emitted terrifying fluctuations and went straight to Bai Ye.

"Sub-sage treasure? It seems that Uncle Zhong really loves you as a son. He even gave you the treasure of the academy."

Bai Ye snorted disdainfully, and the wolf-hair brush in his hand trembled slightly. A stream of red air instantly gushed out, condensing several "kill" characters around him. These "kill" characters exuded a strong killing intent, as if to tear everything apart, and collided fiercely with those azure sword shadows.

"Boom!"

There was another deafening roar, and those azure sword shadows instantly collapsed, turning into streams of azure airflow and scattering away, but the wolf-hair brush in Bai Ye's hand did not stop, and continued to write the word "kill" in the void, as if to dye the entire Fenglin Peak red.

"Damn it, I have clearly broken through to the Jinshi level, why can't I defeat Bai Ye?"

Zhong Chang was full of resentment. He thought that he could easily defeat Bai Ye by taking out the Zilu Sub-Saint Treasure and combining it with his Jinshi level cultivation, but he didn't expect that Bai Ye's combat power was almost the same as his, and that strong killing intent seemed to be able to destroy everything, leaving Zhong Chang with no power to fight back.

"Why, why is this happening?"

Zhong Chang didn't believe in evil, and waved the azure brush again to keep writing the word "sword". In an instant, the azure light

became stronger and stronger, and the sword energy that seemed to be substantial crisscrossed and drew brilliant trajectories in the air. However, Bai Ye remained unmoved. The wolf-hair brush in his hand seemed to come alive, writing murderous "kill" characters in the air. These characters carried endless murderous intent, as if they were going to dye the whole world blood red.

All the students present had already retreated far away to avoid being accidentally injured by the aftermath of the battle between the two. In the distance, not only the remaining students of Zengsheng Academy were shocked by the scene, but also the disciples of Mohism, including Mo Lin, and the students of other schools such as Dao Ziling, the leader of Taoism, were dumbfounded. They did not expect that such a powerful Jinshi would appear in Confucianism today.

"The luck of Confucianism is indeed worthy of being the first among all schools." Dao Ziling, the leader of Taoism, said with emotion.

The battle between Bai Ye and Zhong Chang became more and more intense, and the entire Fenglin Peak was shocked by the aura they exuded. Sword Qi crisscrossed, and the brilliant light illuminated the entire mountaintop, as if writing a magnificent battle poem.

In the battle, Bai Ye showed amazing strength and talent. The wolf hair brush in his hand seemed to have turned into a magic sword, and every swing could trigger a resonance of murderous intent between heaven and earth. And Zhong Chang was equally unwilling to be outdone. The blue brush seemed to come alive in his hand, and the blue sword energy flew across the sky with unparalleled power.

The stalemate was soon easily broken by Bai Ye. He saw that the speed of waving the wolf hair brush in his hand increased again. After he wrote the word "kill", the whole space seemed to be torn apart by this word, and an indescribable killing intent instantly filled the air, making everyone present feel suffocated.

Zhong Cang's face changed drastically. He never expected that Bai Ye had mastered the "slaughter" technique and could combine it with the "kill" technique to form such a terrible attack. He hurriedly waved the blue pen, trying to resist this overwhelming killing intent. However, in front of this killing intent, the power of the blue pen seemed to become pale and powerless.

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