Daqin: I became a saint by reading, and I started by summoning Daxue Longqi!

Open up as soon as you come up...

Because Ying Ziye had already said before he came that he was bound to win, which would dampen the morale of the little sage.

Majestic and majestic, the majestic sword intent of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers was integrated into the Huanglu sword, and endless sword energy burst out.

Wisps of green smoke lingered and turned into mysterious inscriptions, which melted into the water.

A stream of water rushed out of the pool, forming an old horse.

Lao Ji's white hair is a little haggard, his eyes are a little yellow, and his body is bent.

but!

But his body exudes an aura that is different from ordinary people.

Even if he is old, it can be seen that he must have been a steed when he was young, with ambitions for thousands of miles!

Yan Lu's eyes flickered, and he thought to himself: "This person is another martial arts expert!"

bass!

The long sword at his waist was drawn out.

But only the hilt, not the blade!

Fusu and the people around him were a little surprised.

However, Ying Ziye smiled lightly and was not moved.

In Yan Lu's hand was an invisible sword named Hanguang.

Hanguang-seeing is invisible, luck is unknown.

What it touches is also boundless, passing through objects without being aware of them!

Fengbeard swordsmanship ranks No.16. Although he has never won in the Jianghu, he has never lost.

Yan Lu pointed the hilt of the lightsaber at the pool of water, only to see that the pool of water was separated by invisible objects.

A soft white light emerged from the water, soaring into the sky, carrying water droplets all over the sky to condense, entrenched in the void, without any movement.

A modest gentleman, gentle as jade.

Yan Lu has never had a competitive heart, and is indifferent to fame and wealth.

Seeing this, Jian Jiu smiled and said, "It's true that he lives up to his name. Since Mr. Yan Lu doesn't want to do it first, then I won't be polite."

After all, I saw the poor horses gathered by the pool water, galloping towards the white light.

Open your mouth and swallow.

In the white light, the sword energy burst out, roaring in all directions, vowing to smash the body of the inferior horse.

But Jian Jiu chuckled, and saw the bad horse charge up again, persevering.

Yan Lu's expression became a little more dignified.

The white light condensed, facing the momentum of the inferior horse, it turned into thousands of white light water droplets and fled.

But the inferior horse let out a long howl, gulped down the water, and swallowed up all the white water droplets.

Complete defeat!

Yan Lu lost to Jian Jiu.

"Your Excellency's swordsmanship is superb, I'm not as good as you, ashamed!"

Yan Lu took a deep breath and sighed.

When the surrounding Confucian disciples heard the words, their faces were full of disappointment.

Confucianism has lost again!

"Don't worry, it's just a competition."

Ying Ziye spoke at this time, with the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a hint of a smile.

Fusu secretly gritted his teeth as he watched.

On this occasion, Ying Ziye turned around and left with Jian Jiu and Yuan Tiangang.

All the Confucianists and young master Fusu stood there blankly.

Looking at Ying Ziye's gradually leaving figure, everyone looked solemn and frowned.

Fusu's heart was more like being pressed down by a mountain, and he was so oppressed that he couldn't breathe.

Fu Nian let out a long breath, and murmured: "Unexpectedly, there are such powerful disciples under the command of Eighth Prince!"

At the same time, he became more and more determined in his heart to support the young master Fusu's plan.

Otherwise, once Ying Ziye is allowed to ascend to the throne of God, how can there be a place for the little sage to live?

He could tell that Ying Ziye and Ying Zheng were the same kind of people, and they were even more sharp-edged and tougher!

"Eighth Young Master is probably here to beat Confucianism..."

Fu Nian was in a state of mind, he was not a fool.

As soon as Mr. Fusu came to the door, Mr. Eight came.

There must be a connection.

Chapter 52 Young Master Fusu Attacked!

That night!

Near Songhai City.

Xiang Shaoyu's eyebrows were full of heroism.

Although he is only in his teens, he is eight feet tall, with a majestic figure and a blue robe and white skirt.

The whole body has a strong breath, like carrying a mountain on its back.

Born with the strength of diamond realm, powerful to pull mountains and rivers!

"Right now, just wait for the right time!"

Xiang Shaoyu looked at the bright lights of Sanghai City in the distance, and murmured.

This is the time!

A strong wind flashed by.

When Xiang Shaoyu looked around, he didn't know when an object suddenly appeared in his hand.

Looking down, it was a scroll.

"It records the residence of Young Master Fusu."

Xiang Shaoyu was shocked in his heart, looked around, and saw a black shadow standing on the trees beside the road.

"who are you?"

Xiang Shaoyu asked.

However, the mysterious man didn't answer, and then his figure disappeared into the darkness.

"This person is so fast!"

"I can't even tell when he's by my side."

Xiang Shaoyu was secretly shocked, and there was a rippling in his heart. At the same time, he opened the scroll with both hands, but found that it was a map.

It described every detail of the defense of Sanghai City, as well as the internal structure of one of the mansions.

The map of Sanghai City where Fusu, the eldest son of the Great Qin Empire, lives...

Xiang Shaoyu looked at the map, but in his heart he doubted the authenticity of the map.

The son Fusu is the eldest son of the Great Qin Empire, so his residence is bound to be hidden, and most people would not bother to search for it.

For what reason did the mysterious person take this risk, follow Fusu, and even reveal the news to himself!

It is not easy for the other party to know the whereabouts of the Xiang family in Chu State!

It seems that the Xiang family is also under the observation of the other party.

Thinking of this, Xiang Shaoyu couldn't help but secretly startled.

Along the way, he didn't even find any suspicious person approaching.

Just looking at the map in his hand.

But Xiang Shaoyu didn't want to let go of this opportunity, after all, once the eldest son of the empire was eliminated, it would definitely help the great cause of fighting against Qin in the future!

In Songhai City!

The place where people live in quicksand.

Wei Zhuang is in the middle of the mansion, under the lush trees, holding a long sword and dancing the wind.

A tree blossoming and swaying.

The purple-black sword energy lingered beside him, and a huge black dragon appeared in the void behind him, roaring ferociously.

After taking the elixir given by Ying Ziye, Wei Zhuang recovered from his injuries.

And the strength has been improved to a certain extent!

"What kind of elixir is it that has such power!"

Wei Zhuang's face was calm, but his heart was horrified.

Ying Ziye actually has such a background!

At the same time, Wei Zhuang was also full of uncontrollable curiosity about Ying Ziye.

"Now that the injury has recovered, I just go to pay a visit to the Eighth Prince of Qin!"

A slight smile appeared on Wei Zhuang's face, and he made up his mind.

Above the night sky, the galaxy is shining brightly.

Under the night sky, the world is full of lights.

Ying Ziye had already returned to the inn by now.

"Hachiko!"

"Wei Zhuang has arrived!"

Outside the door, Jian Jiu said slowly.

Ying Ziye looked at the white-haired Wei Zhuang and said with a faint smile, "You're here."

"You knew I was coming?"

Wei Zhuang's eyes touched.

"Ha ha!"

Ying Ziye smiled softly, and said lightly, "I don't think anyone will refuse, right?"

"Ah!"

Wei Zhuang smiled softly, and asked indifferently: "You already have such a powerful force, why do you choose to cooperate with Niu Liusha?"

Wei Zhuang didn't point out the specific forces, but they both understood each other.

Ying Ziye smiled faintly when he heard the words, stared at Wei Zhuang with burning eyes, and said, "Some things can only exist in darkness, but Reverse Liusha is different from them!"

"Oh?"

Wei Zhuang gasped in surprise, and looked straight at Ying Ziye.

They met each other's eyes, as if he wanted to see through Ying Ziye's eyes and into his heart.

After a few breaths passed, Wei Zhuang asked indifferently: "I wonder what the eighth son needs to do against Liusha?"

Facing Wei Zhuang's gaze that seemed to be able to break everything, Ying Ziye was not afraid at all, and looked at him and said, "I want to forge a sword of the Son of Heaven!"

The voice was filled with endless majesty and majesty.

As towering as a mountain, as vast as the ocean!