Dachunyang Palace

Chapter 169 Streamer
Guan Honghua tightly pressed the handle of the knife in her hand

This is a kind of pressure, both for yourself and for the other party.

When is a knife most powerful?

when it's unsheathed.

The first cut is often the most ruthless, but now, Guan Honghua is waiting for the opportunity to make the cut.

The surface of the water gradually fluctuated, and the round ripples passed by, and a pair of faint shadows sprinkled on the calm water.

Get out!

【Blood Flower·Wind Dance】

The blooming sword light is like a sea of ​​petals that stretches across the sky. It is obviously just such a simple knife, but it becomes so gorgeous under the blessing of Guan Honghua's true essence, as if to use this beautiful flower to submerge the entire Qiandao Lake.

It's a knife from the top down
From the tip of the knife to the last edge of the knife, the cherry blossoms are all over the sky
A faint phantom gradually appeared, but what followed was not only Mr. Song's aging body, but also the huge phantom standing behind it.

Mr. Song is still sitting cross-legged, but this time it is not out of thin air. If he is sitting cross-legged on a pair of folded hands, and the two hands are overlapping each other, Mr. Song is gently lifted up like a plate, and his body is firmly sitting in the middle of the hands. , a guqin condensed by true energy was gently placed on Mr. Song's knees, and his fingers moved slowly.

The angle of view unfolded, and the person who was slowly sitting behind Mr. Song, holding his body with both hands, was actually a huge statue of Confucian scholars.

This semi-virtuous Confucian scholar is about sixty feet tall. He is sitting cross-legged, but he gives people a sense of majesty with a straight body and a serious face. He is dressed in a long robe, with his hands stacked, his hair is tightly tied up, and is wrapped in a scholarly bun. , his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was looking at something from time to time.

Apart from being huge and slightly transparent, this is the most ordinary appearance of a teacher.

And Mr. Song, who was sitting cross-legged in the Confucian scholar's hands, played the piano lightly, as if ignoring Guan Honghua's killing blow.

Yang Yifei, who was watching many places in Huishan Academy, shook his head, as if he remembered something.

Mr. Song opened his mouth slowly

"This virtual form has been with me for many years."

"Its name is 'Six Arts'."

"Six arts of illusion."

Even in the face of Guan Honghua's knife rain, Mr. Song still didn't change his face, as if he didn't feel anything.

Sensing the powerful virtual form behind him carefully, Mr. Song seemed to recall the time when he was studying under his teacher.

Every Huaxu is a legend, and there are epic stories behind them
So is Mr. Song

When he was young, he was least good at the six arts. The Four Books and Five Classics relied on his strong comprehension and memory to read them once and for all. Same.

He hates people who follow the rules the most in his life, so naturally he doesn't bother to abide by the etiquette; he can't ride a horse either, although he has tempered his body with true energy, but he can't ride a horse like other brothers and keep it steady; Needless to say, nine out of ten arrows miss, even their teaching said that this kid has blinded his cultivation for nothing; he fell asleep in the book and math class, and never listened to a few lessons.

Six arts are only good at one art, and almost everyone dislikes him because he is too lazy and unrestrained. How can he survive in this Confucian and Taoist school restricted by etiquette and rules?

until that person shows up.

The Confucian scholar sitting upright spoke slowly

[Don't want to go and see, the scenery at the peak?]

Since then, the Six Arts has become what he is best at, and he even uses it as a sign to entrust his longing for the old man.

[Ming etiquette · Do not touch evil]

Holding Mr. Song's huge phantom, he stood up slowly, his movements seemed extremely slow, but in fact he stood up in an instant.

Confucian scholar Xu Xiang gradually opened his eyes, and what met his eyes was a pair of black and deep pupils, like a deep spring that could not see the bottom.

Standing up, Xu Xiang's figure is straight, and he can feel a sense of arrogance soaring to the sky from a distance, that is the aura of a useless scholar.

Ming etiquette is the norm
The rain of flowers all over the sky froze in the air in an instant, the splendor scattered in all directions, and the shattered sword light also fell gently like raindrops. The condensed raindrops of flower swords bloomed directly in front of the Confucian giant like fireworks. Beauty that dances with light.

Guan Honghua's face is serious. A Void Transformation Realm unfolding its own virtual form represents the beginning of an all-out war. This often means that one of the two will be severely injured. This is something that is only used when fighting for life. The masters who cherish their lives are put at the end.

However, as long as one of the two people in the battle unfolds the virtual form, the other must also open it. There is a big difference between having the virtual form and not having the virtual form.

But Guan Honghua went against this common sense, her figure moved extremely fast, and she kept running towards the distance, she kept using her small moves, and her true essence was also being consumed.

Although Mr. Song was puzzled by the other party's approach, he didn't show any mercy.

【Shooting Art · A Gentleman Fights】

[A gentleman has nothing to fight for, he must also shoot, he bows and rises, and goes down to drink, and the fight is also a gentleman]

Sitting cross-legged on the giant Confucian figure, Mr. Song has firm eyes, his body is still straight, his hands are crossed in front of him, he presses them together, and he reads softly.

The Confucian giant behind him moved following Mr. Song's words. The body of the giant was still straight, and his two arms were still in front of him, but two broad and strong arms suddenly stretched out from the two places under his ribs. , the robe was directly penetrated by the arms, and the two arms were full of bulging muscles, with knotted lines.

After the two arms appear, they are placed front and back, with the left hand in front and the right hand behind, with a correct posture.

A strand of true essence slowly condensed, and the giant bow was condensed into shape in both hands, just like a real thing.

On the bow frame, a slightly illusory long arrow was formed here.

The Confucian scholar looked straight at him, and his gaze moved with Guan Honghua's figure
Guan Honghua's speed is very fast, and the space shifting from time to time makes her movement more like a flash than a run, flashing from place to place at a speed that is impossible for ordinary people to achieve.

But this can't completely get rid of Mr. Song's lock on her

Arrows glow cold

Guan Honghua herself is obviously very clear that she can't get rid of the other party's pursuit like this, but she has her own plan. After all, there are only three yuan left in the determined range, and now she should do it anyway. Take a gamble.

I saw Guan Honghua constantly flashing on the water surface, her whole body was full of red light, the red light film almost covered her completely, and a faint phantom appeared behind her.
At this time, Mr. Song, who was sitting on the hands of the Confucian giant, had also stood up, raised one hand forward, and smoothed it with the other, as if he was reciting something silently.

His eyes opened suddenly, his figure was straight, his eyes were majestic, and he was drinking loudly.

"send!"

A golden meteor shattered the sky and penetrated the sky.

(End of this chapter)