Da Bong fights more people

Duke Huai's aura has decreased significantly, but for a martial artist at this level, the wear and tear that can be recovered in just half a quarter of an hour is insignificant.

No way, this won't work, Chu Yuanzhen murmured in his heart.

The task of the four of them is to hold back Duke Huai for a quarter of an hour and wear down his combat power. With the Arhat relics around, it is not difficult to delay for a quarter of an hour, but it is as difficult as going up to the blue sky to seriously injure Duke Huai.

If King Huai is allowed to support Joan of Arc with his peak state, Xu Qi'an will undoubtedly lose if the two are combined into one.

The fusion of a third-rank peak and a second-rank master will undergo a qualitative change.

Duke Huai stared at the blue-clothed swordsman coldly, and sneered:

"Chu Yuanzhen, it's not right to be the number one scholar. What kind of sword do you practice? After practicing for so many years, I have cultivated a bunch of embroidery needles that are neither painful nor itchy. I have gone through two dynasties, overlooking the court for nearly a year. I think I am a scholar like you. A spirited person has seen too many.

"Scholar's spirit is the most useless thing. Resigning from office to practice swords looks chic, but it is actually stupid. What have you practiced all these years? You are dissatisfied with my practice of Taoism, so what can you do? The three-foot green peak in your hand can Hurt me a little?"

This person was very talented back then, he was the number one scholar in high school, and he was proud of his horseshoe disease. Unfortunately, because of a trivial matter, he harbored resentment towards him, the king of the country, so he resigned to practice swordsmanship.

Now everyone is gone.

Ridiculous.

While speaking, Duke Huai stared at him with cold eyes, his eyes were dim, and he chose to devour someone.

How does it feel to be targeted by a third-grade master one-on-one?

Chu Yuanzhen realized it.

He stood there in a daze, his shoulders seemed to be carrying two mountains, his hair stood on end, and his hands and feet trembled slightly.

Duke Huai snorted, the difference between the fourth grade and the third grade was like a fairy, he didn't pay attention to this number one scholar who abandoned books and practiced swords at all.

"Amitabha!"

Master Hengyuan stepped forward, and the Buddhist lion roared: "Kill the thief!"

The fruit of killing thieves!

The arhat that melted into his body emerged, and in the air he was the face of the Vajra glaring at him, and the bright brilliance formed a mysterious pattern on the surface of the face.

A breath of freshness and fierceness filled the space between heaven and earth.

Fa Xiang's eyes burst into golden light, enveloping Duke Huai in them.

Duke Huai, who clearly had a premonition of the crisis, was unable to dodge it, as if he had been hit by a holding spell. The next moment, his eyeballs shot out, and two bloody black holes appeared on his face.

Blood oozed from his nostrils, mouth, and ears at the same time.

Seven orifices bleeding.

It was as if someone had hit Duke Huai on the forehead with a stick, and his whole body suddenly fell back, staggering and falling back.

After this blow, the relic fell back into his body, and Heng Yuan's energy dropped rapidly. It was obvious that he had exhausted his remaining strength and had no strength left to fight.

Duke Huai roared in unbearable pain, the blow caused him great trauma, he covered his face and bent his spine.

Li Miaozhen lowered the flying sword and swooped towards Hengyuan, trying to take him away.

But without the restraint of Arhat Relic, she realized how terrifying a third-rank warrior is, and she couldn't move.

Duke Huai's five fingers were held weakly, and it was difficult for Li Miaozhen to move. If he wanted to hold his five fingers firmly, the saintess of Tianzong would be smashed to pieces.

Chu Yuanzhen watched this scene with wide eyes, and the Qingfeng sword on his back, which had never been unsheathed since he traveled the rivers and lakes, suddenly trembled.

Duke Huai was about to "kill" Li Miaozhen, he seemed to sense it, he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

The Qingfeng sword trembled extremely violently.

"Oh? You, Chu Yuanzhen, still want to make a sword?"

Duke Huai smiled and said, "Ant, do you dare to strike me with a sword?"

The fourth grade is no different from ants.

Chu Yuanzhen's hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, his pupils appeared slack, and the past was like smoke, but today one after another flooded his mind.

Chu Yuanzhen was an orphan since he was a child, and was adopted by a childless couple. After the couple died of illness, he studied under a great Confucianist.

His ideals and knowledge all come from the great Confucian who crashed into a pillar and died in the Golden Luan Hall. His teacher was top-notch, but unfortunately he could not be an official. His bad temper made it difficult for him to move forward in the court.

Usually when teaching Chu Yuanzhen, the most he said was "Don't learn from me".

In the 27th year of Yuanjing, the imperial examination, the number one scholar in Chu Yuanzhen High School, the mentor who taught him wept with joy, patted him on the shoulder, and the first sentence he said was "Don't learn from me".

All the champions in the past are all promising people.You only need to be a little naughty, and remember to live with the light, and you are afraid that it will be difficult to realize your ambitions in the future?

Chu Yuanzhen has learned from his teacher, and he is not pedantic, so his heart is full of enthusiasm.

In the same year, there was a severe drought in Yongzhou, the people had no crops, and the court was not able to provide disaster relief, resulting in starvation everywhere.

It was at this time that Emperor Yuan Jing opened the furnace to make alchemy, and a season of one alchemy cost tens of thousands of silver.

The scholar who was ridiculed by his colleagues as a savage, scolded Emperor Yuan Jing in the Jinluan Hall, his words were like knives, and then hit his head against a pillar, dying.

The emperor said: Aiqing died on a righteous day, so happy.

No one dared to save.

Before he died, the teacher who taught him held Chu Yuanzhen's hand tightly, and his last words were still the same: Don't learn from me

But Chu Yuanzhen still left, left the court, and since then walked around the rivers and lakes with a green shirt and a sword.

Because it is difficult to calm down.

After all, it's hard to get over it!

Chu Yuanzhen shouted loudly: "Get out of the sheath!"

With a sound of "clang", the three-foot green peak behind him soared into the sky.

The sword was finally out of its sheath.

Today, Ba Shijun, who is injustice?

boom!

The ground bulged, and clods of soil, yellow sand, and gravel shot up into the sky one after another, following Qingfeng Sword into the air.

In just an instant, a hundred-foot-long earth dragon appeared behind Chu Yuanzhen, soaring straight into the sky. The head of the dragon was the Qingfeng Sword.