Vol 10 Chapter 1382: Confucianism

In the northwestern part of southern Xinjiang, in the ancient city of Dayu Dynasty, the figure of plain clothes and white hair marched forward.
On the streets of Huangcheng, pedestrians evaded and dared not approach.
In the city, the of law enforcement will come quickly, although there are only four, the momentum is very amazing.
On the gradually empty street, Ning Chen continued to move forward, ignoring it.
"Do it!"
The four gods swooped out of the figure and hunted to the white-haired demon below.
"boom!"
When the four people approached, Shenwei approached, and in an instant, Ning Chen's body was full of magical energy, and shocked the four people.
The invincible demon, the will be hard to shake, but the breath all over the body, was shocked by the four gods.
In the void, the four gods who were shaken back staggered and stabilized their figures. In their hands, the sword, halberd and halberd appeared and swept up again.
"boom!"
The Divine Soldier approached, the magic element surged, and once again retreated four people.
Within a hundred steps, the four figures stopped and a spit of blood vomited out.
On the streets of the city, the people looked at this scene from afar, their expressions were shocked.
Can't even the catch this demon?
"Don't defend the Dao, I don't regret it."
The four gods will glance at each other, the color of decisiveness flashes in their eyes, and the bodies of the four people burn at the same time, just like the rising sun, dazzling.
In order to protect the last justice in the world, the four people burned the source of life, the continuous release of divine power, and the nine days changed.
Below, the figure of the white shirt with white clothes still moves forward step by step, and the footsteps never stop.
God has divine path, and demon has magic path.
In the void, the flames of the four people became more and more fierce, and all the forces gathered to transform into a dazzling sword of demon, which manifested the sky above the ancient city.
At the next moment, the figure of the four disappeared in the flames, and the spirit, energy, and spirit were all submerged into the sword of demolition.
Shen Jiancheng, falling down into the sky, terrifying power, breaking the boundaries of time and space, slashing down to the devil.
However, in the eyes of hundreds of people, a desperate scene happened.
Just as the sword of blackmail touched the white-haired demon, the blade quickly disintegrated, and it was difficult to hurt the devil half a point.
The sacrifices of the four gods are so pale and weak. Before the powerful magic power, even the gods were powerless.
"Put down the butcher knife and follow me back!"
At the moment of despair of thousands of people, in front of the ancient city at the end, a majestic voice sounded, everyone looked sideways, and a solemn robe stepped forward.
The teacher with a serious look, a clean and neat robe, without any decoration, holding a book of iron books, righteous.
Seeing the person coming, Ning Chen's falling steps stopped, and cold eyes looked at the former, calmly saying, "Stop me, die!"
"Then offend!"
Mr. Teacher's expression dimmed, and he no longer spoke much, his right hand was falsely gripped, and the sword of Daomen's law enforcement manifested.
The simple and upright sword represents the uprightness of the Confucian law-enforcers.
The Confucian Sword of Law Enforcement comes close, and the powerful and energetic spirit permeates. Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.
The Confucianism and the demon confronted each other, the artifacts hit the front, the righteousness and the devilish energy surged, and Ning Chen figure slipped out a few steps.
The awe-inspiring Confucian Taoist soldiers are extremely powerful, and the magic sword is suppressed.
"Once again, put down the butcher's knife and follow me back." Mr. Teacher looked at the person in front of him and said in a deep voice.
"Come again."
Ning Chen said quietly, the dark eyes didn't see any color, stepped over, and the figure swept out quickly.
As fast as a thundering sword, indestructible, the magic sword fell head-on, ruthless.
"Perseverance!"
The persuasion has been exhausted, and a strong brilliance has erupted in the hands of the teacher in the book of iron books. Thousands of large gold characters appear, and the palace walls are magnificent and majestic.
"cut!"
Haoran was arrogant about the evil, the palace wall was lowered, and a majestic blow was hit. The white-haired demon Shen Ran was injured and his mouth was dyed vermilion.
A hundred steps away, Ning Chen stumbled and stopped, holding the hand of the sword, the blood continued to flow down.
"Come again!"
The injury was added, and Ning Chen's eyes were vigorous, and he stepped out and bullied him again.
After the sword front handed over, the righteousness and devilish qi suddenly impacted, and a wave of qi waved away, ruining the world.
"Ok?"
Seeing this, Mr. Teacher's brows were light, his daggers were in the air, and the golden light was dazzling, blocking the aftermath of the war.
Mr. Ningchen distracted for a moment, Ning Chen left his palm, and the mighty magic came.
The move is close, the teacher teaches one-handedly, the Confucianism is gathered with integrity, and the invisible gas wall is hard to block.
With a loud bang, Mo Weizhen distracted himself with a vigorous demeanor, and with a slap in his palm, Mr. Teacher withdrew three steps, and his mouth was red.
Mr. Teacher raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the man in plain clothes in front of him, his eyes flashed coldly.
"Come again!"
The teacher said coldly.
The battle between Confucianism and Demons gradually became white-hot, and the two of them were hit by each other, and the killing opportunities appeared.
In the blink of an eye, the two figures swept over again, the palms interlaced, the swords galloped, the tricks were exhausted, and they were fierce.
boom! The collision was heavy, the airflow was turbulent, the two of them were all around, and the wall of the Wancheng Palace blocked the aftermath of the war, without affecting the people in the distance.
Right and wrong, right and wrong, the most extreme confrontation, the two of them have no mercy, recruiting murderous opportunities, fighting mercilessly.
Ten confrontation moves, with a bang, the two fists staggered and slammed into each other's chest.
Heavy strokes added body, the corners of the two mouths were flushed red, but the feet did not take a half step, the sword edge crossed, ruthlessly forced.
"Oh!"
Plain clothing and Confucian robes were cut, blood was splashed, and the fierce battle situation, the injuries were constantly exchanged, and they eroded each other's combat power.
"World Promise!"
From the war to the scorching heat, Mr. Tiaoshu raised Qingyuan. In the battle, countless golden characters flew to the door, Confucianism to the treasure, the Danshu iron coupons reproduced the amazing power, Confucianism to the law, and the world was not tolerated by evil.
Arcana added his body, and his awe-inspiring righteousness was improved several times. Mr. Teacher moved around, struck with a sword, and broke the magic barrier.
Ning Chen waved his sword to resist, only felt his right arm sink, and the magic sword dropped.
Jian Feng leaned close, Ning Chen avoided him sideways, and then, with both hands tilted, Qilin came out with great learning.
The giant waterfall soars into the sky, black as ink, and the strongest masters make a strong counterattack.
"Stubbornness!"
The demon would rather die unyieldingly, making the murderer in the eyes of the teacher more fierce. The sword of Confucian law enforcement is shining brightly, reflecting the heavenly sun of the Nine Heavens, leading the sky to the world, and burning the demon to protect the right path.
"Flame of the World!"
When the sky fire came down, Ning Chen's right hand was held falsely, not far away, the magic sword flew back, the sword turned around, and the muddy magic flame swept through the heavens and earth for nine days.
Skyfire and Demon Flame impacted and restrained each other. However, Sky Fire was endless, and Demon Flame gradually showed signs of defeat.
At this moment, the teacher's left hand pressed, the sky, thousands of golden characters turned into the holy wall, cracked down.
"Every day of the Devil, the world will be determined!"
In a moment of crisis, Ning Chen sipped in his mouth, and his whole body was full of magic energy, the magic phase became manifest, and the sky was unbearable.
The devil's face, the hands holding up the holy wall, the holy demon confronted, extremely fierce.
In front of the devil's face, the teacher's hands were sealed, and suddenly, all sides of the battle, the diffuse golden characters scattered into a golden chain, locking the forward demon.
"boom!"
The chain is added to the body, and Haoran is using pressure to control the magic element. Under the holy wall, the devil is trapped in a few feet, and the whole body is dyed vermilion.
The Danshu iron voucher is infinitely powerful, deadlocked, and the magic is dispersed, and the figure of plain clothes and white hair emerges.
The blood-stained plain coat is unusually dazzling, Ning Chen's body is surrounded by golden chains, Confucianism is horrified, and the demon is trapped.
Mr. Teacher stepped forward and looked at the person in front of him with a complicated look. He immediately took the latter and left the ancient city.
One day later, in the Confucian Dragon Garden, Mr. Teacher returned and saluted respectfully.
"What about the devil?"
In front of the stone table, Confucian Dragon Head calmly said.
"Locked into the dungeon."
The teacher taught respectfully.
"Why not kill!"
Confucian Dragon asked first.
"Please ask the teacher to give him a chance to change."
The teacher taught pleadingly.
Streamers flashed through the vicissitudes of the head of the Confucian dragon, saying, "The devil is the source of evil, you should know."
Mr. Teacher bowed his head and said, "This child's nature is not bad, and it is only through excessive grief that he will fall into the devil. Ask the teacher to give him a chance."
"Are you sad?"
Confucian Dragon Head calmly said, "You didn't tell the truth."
Mr. Teacher shook his body and said nothing.
"He didn't lose heart, but chose to enchant himself."
Confucian Dragon stood up and looked at the peach blossoms in the garden, said lightly, "This kind of demon is more terrible, firm in heart, sensible, but ignoring the etiquette.
"My Confucianist has a meditation tactic, can't he get rid of the devil?" Mr. Teacher raised his head and asked.
"Meditation tactics."
Confucian dragon head calmly said, "His heart has never been lost, what use is meditation."
Mr. Teacher's expression was slightly dull, and his heart was unable to sigh.
"Dragon Head!"
At this moment, outside the Dragon Garden, the white-study scholar walked quickly, respectfully saluted, and said, "The emperor has orders to order the Confucianism to send the demon to the temple."
"Ok?"
Confucian Dragon first heard the words, frowning lightly, for a long time, he said, "I know, go on."
"Yes!"
The scholar in white took his life and turned back.
"teacher."
Mr. Teacher looked at the old man in front of him and asked, "Do you follow the order of the emperor?"
"The order of the emperor cannot be violated after all."
Rumen Long nodded his head and said, "Come on your own, be careful on the way."
"Yes!"
Mr. Teacher received his orders and got up and retreated.
After half an hour, the Confucian dungeon, the teacher came, and the dungeon was filled with runes, and under the runes, a figure with plain clothes and white hair sat, eyes closed, and the look was calm ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Life It's about to be unsafe, but still so calm. Should I appreciate your firmness, or should you say you are obsessed. "
The teacher came and looked at the young man under the rune and sighed.
Ning Chen opened his eyes and calmly said, "How to deal with me and make a decision?"
"My emperor mainly sees you."
Mr. Teacher waved the runes in the dungeon and walked.
Rune San, Ning Chen's devil qi automatically recovered, however, just after the change, the golden chain appeared.
"Let's go."
The teacher said.
Ning Chen got up, didn't say much, and stepped up to follow.
In the palace of the Great Emperor Dayu, in the temple, the Lord Emperor Dayu stood in front of the dragon chair, looking down on the entire imperial dynasty, and the spring and autumn were heyday.