Chapter 940: 942 Holy King Sword

940 942 Holy King Sword Technique
Zhang Liang whispered softly. Although the voice was soft, it clearly reached Yan Lu's ear.
The latter gently reached out and patted him on the arm: "Mo Yaoduo said, the older brother obviously kept his hand before. Otherwise, at his speed, even if Meng Tian could lift his foot, he must be injured. If he is irritated, Meng Tian must be in danger."
Yan Lu's remarks surprised Zhang Liang. What he thought now was not only limited to this battle. Because the meaning in the former words already contains a lot of hidden information.
This time Meng Tian and Li Si brought people. This situation is already obvious. The other party really wants to cleanse Confucianism.
But even so, Confucianism can't really turn around now. If Fu Nian is forced to helplessly and finally kills the killer, then Meng Tian must die.
Although the latter is a seasoned veteran, after all, there is still a certain gap compared with Fu Nian.
If that happened, the crime of killing General Qin was not something that Confucianism could bear. By that time, everyone here may have no more hope of living.
In fact, Fu Nian also has such concerns, so that he has never been a killer. He now wants to suppress his strength and draw a tie with Meng Tian, ​​so that the two sides stalemate, he can delay the time to wait for Lin Tianyao's support.
Their plan is tantamount to being the best option at present.
However, Meng Tian does not have this level of concern, all he asks is to defeat Fu Nian, or even kill. Under the military command, he would not have any scruples.
So now Fu Nian is forced to a dilemma. Because he has no way to accurately control his strength.
Meng Tian's moves deviating from traditional methods are all condensed through blood. With a little carelessness, Fu Nian faced life-threatening.
After hitting him this foot, Fu Nian's heart was more firm in this idea, he even had a good sense of death fight.
Because even if it can be delayed for a while, it is impossible to be absolute. If Lin Tianyao is able to come, it is that their Confucianism has heavenly guidance. If not, it is a disaster.
Zhang Liang can't say that until he sees this.
And the hint given by Yan Lu is to make him hurry up and prepare. Because their success or failure is related to the life and death of the entire Confucian school.
Just when Zhang Liang began to calculate the next plan, Yu Guang suddenly saw a thing in the corner of his eye. At that place, a face appeared.
And that face is the one he wants to see now, Lin Tianyao.
Seeing this scene, his original heart was finally let go. Even the slightest thoughts are gone.
Yan Lu saw that he had changed so suddenly, he could not help frowning: "Ovary, why are you? You are all alive and dead, why do you have such an expression? Could it be... what do you think you can't do?"
Zhang Liang smiled slightly: "Heaven can't be leaked, in short, my Confucian danger is resolved!"
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"Oh?"
Hearing this, Yan Lu couldn't help but feel more puzzled. But he still relaxed a little bit in his heart. Zhang Liangke never said anything he was not sure about.
Looking at the scene now, Fu Nian has got up. He looked at Meng Tian with a slightly cold face: "General Meng, I won't keep my hand next, you have to be careful."
Meng Tian twisted his neck and said indifferently, "Since that is the case, Mr. Fu Nian has to sincerely teach him. Isn't your holy king swordsmanship ready to use it?"
"Be careful!"
Without continuing the greeting, Fu Nian's body jumped up suddenly, his body still showing a posture of head and foot in the air.
Under the handstand, his hands gripped the handle of Tai Ajian, and a golden light began to appear above the tip of the sword. Around that, faintly you can see that the air has formed an air knife.
Looking at such a situation, it is natural to know exactly how sharp the sword energy contained in it is. Being able to pierce the air, this sharpness is not something ordinary people can resist.
This scene instantly made Meng Tian's face rigid. He didn't have this kind of repair anyway. And he can be sure that if he hurries, he must be stabbed in a hole from head to toe.
But he had no chance to dodge. Fu Nian's blow was extremely fast, almost a blink of an eye, and the opponent was close to the top of his head.
With a daring scalp, Meng Tian turned around, his legs slammed into a horse step, and then his hands raised the long sword over his head, facing the Tai A Jian up.
"boom!"
The moment the swords touched, the internal forces of the two sides also collided violently. The huge air waves fluctuated, and the ground within five meters of Meng Tian's feet began to collapse.
Under the pits, the floor tiles began to show dense cracks. Meng Tian's feet were also squeezed directly into the ground, directly into the knee position.
"Shoot..."
A series of noises came out, making people's scalp numb. I saw a long crack in the sword in Meng Tian's hands, and then directly broke into countless fragments.
Without the resistance of the long sword, Tai A Jianchang drove straight down, like a broken bamboo. It instantly reached Meng Tian's head.
His helmet seemed to be made of paper. He was directly hit by the raging sword gas, and was directly stabbed into two halves, and flew out towards both sides.
At this moment, Meng Tian's pupils began to shrink. His eyes rolled up, staring at Tai Ajian suspended above his head, cold sweat like rain in his temples.
He has been completely defeated, as long as Fu Nian's long sword suddenly stabs, his prestige of galloping in this world will die with the wind.
Closing his eyes gently, Meng Tian has already accepted his fate. Being able to die in Fu Nian's hands is not a shameful thing.
The surrounding Qin Jun saw him, and his heart sank. ....