Chapter 513 The choice of the Confucian sage!

This made all the cultivators in the Desolate Heaven Palace change color when they heard it, and they couldn't help but said: "Dean, don't we still have the quasi-emperor weapon 'Kuiwen Ding'? Lend it to Elder Chu!"

The Palace Master of the Desolate Heaven Palace frowned, but he didn't say anything. Ye Huang beside him said in a complicated way: "Kuiwen Ding is only a quasi-emperor-level Taoist weapon. If there is no accident, the sword in his hand is an absolute imperial weapon!"

"Imperial weapon?"

The person beside him.

Suddenly fell silent.

Turned into dead silence.

Then there was a strong unwillingness. If a great saint cultivator mastered a quasi-emperor-level Taoist weapon, it would be understandable, but how could he master an imperial weapon? Even a quasi-emperor could not exert the full power of an imperial weapon. How could Ye Wushuang be worthy of controlling an imperial weapon? Isn't he afraid of being hunted and stolen?

"Steal?" Faced with such words, the people around looked at him with strange eyes. With Ye Wushuang's strength, who could hunt him down and steal the quasi-emperor weapon? Even if a quasi-emperor came, he would be defeated. The Lord of the Desolate Heaven Palace stared at the heavy sword and whispered: "Although this is an imperial weapon, it is sealed layer by layer and reinforced, so it can be controlled!"

...

Desolate State battlefield.

All the spectators.

All were silent.

Looking at Ye Wushuang, this unparalleled black-robed man with unparalleled elegance, he never thought that his first victory would be won in this way. He whispered: "Why doesn't he fight to the death?"

"Maybe!"

"I want to win too much!"

Some cultivators whispered that Ye Wushuang had been invincible all the way. He was a legend of Shenhua. Even if he said that he didn't care about the victory or defeat and just wanted to have a hearty battle, wasn't today's confrontation fierce? If it weren't for the Confucian method, Ye Wushuang would have been killed. How could he, who was eager for victory, choose to capsize in the gutter? Isn't it right to take out the imperial weapon?

"My own weapon!"

"It is also a kind of victory!"

The Martial God of the Qin Dynasty looked indifferent, thinking that it was a matter of course. He looked down at the green-shirted little bug indifferently, with disgust in his eyes. He never thought that this little bug would really stir up a huge storm and turn into a giant, but it would still be crushed to death in the end. It must die today, and no one can stop it!

"Zheng!"

The Qingteng Sword trembled.

I can't bear it anymore!

There were faint traces of breaking, which also made Chu Xun decisively put away the Qingteng Sword. This was the spiritual sword that accompanied him throughout his life. It has transformed little by little to the point that it is only one step away from the quasi-emperor-level Taoist soldier. If it breaks here, it will be a pity; and he does not blame the Qingteng Sword. It is not that the sword is not powerful, but that Ye Wushuang's heavy sword is too domineering and sharp.

"Swish~!"

The sword energy is still not approaching.

But he feels his own blood.

Being swallowed madly.

He stared coldly at the evil sword. It was not only an imperial weapon, but also an extremely evil one. No wonder it had been sealed for a long time. Dugu Jue, who was in a coma, woke up in a trance. When he opened his eyes, he saw the sword floating in the air. The memory of Tianyan Daoism rushed into his eyes instantly. He couldn't help but roared: "Kill him, kill him... Kill him!"

"Shh!"

The air was filled with a strong invasion. The power of this heavy sword was not enough to be balanced by any avenue. Its appearance would surpass everything. Even if the avenue was in front of him, it would be cut off and shattered.

A strong crisis.

It came to him.

The outside world.

The head of the Yin-Yang family.

The leader of the Jietian sect.

The leader of the ninth peak.

All of them were expressionless.

The eyes of the Palace Master of Liuli Palace flashed briefly and changed, showing a hint of complexity. She might have had other thoughts when expelling Li Sheng that day, but the current situation made her realize that Li Sheng's choice was wrong. At the same time, she couldn't help but look up slightly and looked at the man wearing an imperial robe and a crown.

"No solution!"

The helmsman of Tianji Pavilion also appeared. Among this group, the deployment of the imperial weapon will be an all-round crushing. Everything that the two had fought before is not important. No matter who is better or who is more ranked, it will be turned into nothingness under the imperial weapon, and the person holding the imperial weapon is the final winner of this battle.

The emperor of Yuhua Dynasty also showed a pity. Chu Xun is not bad, or extremely strong, but it's a pity that he showed his edge too early and provoked the Qin Dynasty. After all, he died young. He also felt sorry. It's not that he didn't invite this genius, but was rejected. Qi Wuhuo was the messenger he sent.

"It's over!"

At the same time.

The sound of whispering.

One after another resounded.

The Martial God of the Qin Dynasty was arrogant, and was not surprised by this scene. He even thought that forcing Ye Wushuang to this situation was beyond his imagination. In his heart, this son-in-law was the proud son of heaven, and the rest were not surprising. They were not even a little bit different.

"Why didn't he hide?"

"Give up?"

"It seems so!"

"Under the Emperor's Weapon!"

"There will be no suspense!"

Those who watched the battle in the main battlefield of the Desolate State could not help but sigh, but they were also relieved and lonely. The dignified Lord of the Desolate State was defeated by the Taoist soldiers in the end. It was really sad to say it out. It was a pity that the Desolate State did not have an Emperor's Weapon, otherwise the outcome of this battle would be uncertain. But if the Desolate State had an Emperor's Weapon, it would probably have been captured and plundered by other forces long ago.

"Can't run away!" The Saint of Chenzhou breathed a sigh of relief for some reason. He had seized Bai Luli's position and inherited the Saint of Chenzhou, but he didn't dare to attack Bai Luli and the Palace Master of Chenzhou Dao Palace because of Chu Xun's existence. Now that Chu Xun has finally fallen, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the mountain in his heart was disintegrating.

This person's oppression.

Too strong!

Chu Xun of Huangzhou.

The Lord of Huangzhou!

Zhanzhou Zhanzi's Adam's apple also squirmed. He looked at the motionless man and sighed softly. He knew that it was not that Chu Xun didn't want to escape, but that there was no place for him in the vast world. Huangzhou had promised to be a refuge in the past. Now Ye Wushuang breaks all this, which means he will be killed in Huangzhou.

As for escaping back to Ruzhou, it is even more impossible. Not only are there many powerful Buddhists in the outside world, the Ji family, the Qin Dynasty, and even the Qin Emperor himself have come personally, escaping from Huangzhou will lead to death. This is already destined. As a result, he will die generously.

"A genius of a generation!"

"This ends!"

"What a pity!"

The murmurs continued.

But everyone who wants to understand this is booing. At the same time, those in Chu Xun's lineup are still looking forward to Chu Xun's rise, but what they get in exchange is cold ridicule. The 'Emperor Weapon' is absolute suppression, unless Chu Xun also He has an imperial weapon, but there is no imperial weapon in Huangzhou. Even if there is, Chu Xun can master it in a short time?

"Chu Xun!"

"Elder Chu!"

"Master!"

This group of people from the Donglin Sect did not give up. Whether it was Elder Jiang, Wang He, Elder Sun, or disciples, as well as the monks from the Donglin Sect, they all experienced the edge of life and death again and again. Each time, Elder Chu brought them from the edge of the abyss. When he came back, he was unwavering this time and believed in the rise of Elder Chu.

"Ah!"

"I don't know what you are imagining!"

"Even if I throw Chu Xun an imperial weapon now!"

"Can he master it?"

"Can he control it?"

"Is he worthy?"

The people who appeared here from the Qin Dynasty couldn't help shouting, Ye Wushuang had won a great victory. Only at this scene did they feel completely relieved. They mocked unscrupulously and stared at the group of people opposite them like playthings, especially when they saw the head of the Donglin Sect, The desire in that beautiful woman's heart is constantly expanding!

"Buzz!"

The sword energy is constantly approaching.

And Chu Xun.

Stand there peacefully.

The green shirt floats.

The breeze is gentle.

A strong aura of awe swayed out from his body, causing his blue robe to flutter with the wind. His clear eyes were extraordinarily bright. As he slowly stretched out his palms, held them softly, and said to himself : "Confucian sage's carving knife!"

"Buzz!"

A simple-looking carving knife shimmered with light, and his instinct emerged under his palm. With his right hand gently swiping across it, he used the carving knife with written characters as a long sword. With just one stroke... the gentle breeze between heaven and earth accompanied him. , behind Yu Chuxun was a rigid old man wearing a Confucian crown and Confucian robe.

"Tsk~!"

The sword energy that filled the sky disappeared in an instant under the breeze.

"ah……!"

"this?"

"That is?"

"Confucian sage carving knife?"

The entire continent of China was all stunned. People from the outside world all turned to look at the helmsman of the Holy Palace, as if exclaiming: "You even gave him the Confucian Sage's carving knife?"

Wang Ye, Li Sheng, Gu Dongliu, Yuzhou Shengzi, Zhanzhou Shengzi and others also looked at Jian Qingzhu in disbelief, as if asking: "Have you given him all the Confucian treasures?"

As everyone knows.

Confucianism has three treasures.

Confucian sage's crown.

The robe of a Confucian saint.

Confucian sage carving knife.

These are the three things left by the sage master. But now, one of the carving knives appears in Chu Xun's hand, which is enough to make people drop their mouths. Everyone knows that Confucianism invested in Chu Xun and treated him extremely. It was promising, but who would have thought that it would reach this point and even the imperial weapon was given to this young man.

"Wow~!"

In the outside world, Emperor Qin showed a pair of star-like eyes under his imperial crown, staring at the quasi-emperor of Ruzhou, his brows went from a slight frown to a flash of light, and in an instant he understood everything, and he whispered softly: "No wonder!"

Not only Emperor Qin, Emperor Gu of the Yuhua Dynasty, but also the quasi-emperors of the Ji family suddenly realized that there was a big shock in Ruzhou earlier that shocked the Jiuzhou Continent, and they sent people to investigate but could not find out the reason. Since Chu Xun rose from the land of Confucianism and ranked among the saints, Confucianism spared no effort to support Chu Xun. If you think about it together, you will be relieved.

"The choice of the Confucian sage!" Emperor Qin's eyes were deep, penetrating through Huangzhou and falling directly on Chu Xun. It was hard to see clearly what he was thinking in his eyes!

"Buzz!"

between heaven and earth.

The breeze is gentle.

The sky is full of awe.

Everything torn apart by the previous fight is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not only that, even the broken void is healing. A figure in a green shirt is standing there, and behind him is a tall scholar, Dharma. The man's face could not be seen clearly, but everyone knew that this man was a Confucian sage!

Ye Wushuang, who was in black robe, frowned tightly and stared at the carving knife in Chu Xun's hand. His expression became solemn, and the first premonition emerged in his heart. He had thought of ten thousand ways to fight this battle, but he never thought of it. Defeated, but at this moment he really felt the danger and had a premonition of the threat this carving knife would bring to him.

"clank!"

The edge of the heavy sword also shone with traces of blood red and coquettishness, but it soon became restrained. It was very fearful of the carving knife. Compared with this sealed evil weapon, the carving knife in Chu Xun's hand was the one that deserved it. The Imperial Weapon is still one of the best among all Imperial Weapons.

Not only that.

The breeze is gentle.

The sky is full of awe.

It is a symbol aimed at demons. No matter how demonic the evil soldier is, it will be like a rotten tree under the knife and will be broken at a touch.

"Hiss~!"

"upside down!"

"Inverted!"

"It's the other way around!"

"Everything is reversed!"

Those watching the battle in Huangzhou became excited. Even Wang Ye's eyes showed sparkle. From the competition between the two, it was obvious that Ye Wushuang was better. If he simply relied on grinding, fighting for knowledge, and fighting for consumption, he could fight for ten days. Half a month later, Chu Xun was most likely to be the first to be unable to hold on, but when the imperial weapon was used, it was completely reversed.

One is an imperial weapon with a seal.

One is firing on all cylinders.

Those suppressions in cultivation were completely unimportant from the moment the imperial weapon was revealed. He had a premonition that Chu Xun would definitely win this battle. He couldn't help but excitedly said: "Hahaha, No. 9 is really defying the heavens. Ye Wushuang can win!"

Jian Qingzhu also had a smile on his face. He knew that the Confucian Saint's three items were left behind when they entered the Academy Tower. Not only did he know that the Confucian Saint's carving knife was left in the Academy Tower, but it did not leave with his robes and crown. He did not pay attention to it at the time. Now I was shocked to realize that this Confucian sage's carving knife was left in the academy. It was clearly left in Chu Xun's body.

This carving knife.

always there.

"It turns out... this is the method left by the Confucian sage!" Jian Qingzhu was in a trance, and he also clearly understood the cause and effect. As a person of great importance to the two saints, how could he not have poured 30% of the luck of Confucianism into his body? With a little backhand, this carving knife is a protection, which can turn the tide of the battle at a critical moment.

"Imperial weapon!"

The faces of the members of the Qin Dynasty's lineup looked as if they had eaten bitter gourds. Their eyes almost widened. They couldn't believe that this absolute ancestor of Confucianism was handed over to an outsider. What was even more annoying was that this outsider still controlled it. After losing the imperial weapon, they were so depressed that they wanted to vomit blood.

"The ending is decided!"

"Ye Wushuang!"

"Failed!"

There are still people whispering softly underneath, but it makes people unable to feel sympathy. If Ye Wushuang does not want to rely on external forces, he will have the greatest chance of winning in the end of this battle, but he has to use the imperial weapon to steal the chicken. Mi, they can't see any comeback point at the moment.

"Tsk~!"

Chu Xun stood in the sky, his green shirt floating, his eyes warm and peaceful, not affected by external emotions. The movement of the Confucian sage's carving knife was unexpected to him. When the strong sword energy invaded, this The carving knife that had been silent in his body awakened on its own and burst into spiritual light, and he just said with a blessed heart: Confucian Sage Carving Knife!

The breeze between heaven and earth filled every detail, and the strong bloody and murderous aura was completely gone. Even now, when he stabbed straight ahead with the carving knife in his hand, it was involuntarily, like an invisible self-realization. When blessing comes to the soul, there is no need to deliberately, just stretch out the carving knife forward!

And behind him.

That huge shadow of the Confucian saint.

Hand it forward at the same time.

The two figures seemed to overlap across the long river of time. The carving knife seemed to be handed out by Chu Xun, but it was more like the blow from the Confucian sage.