"Elders, what should I do?" Kong Li's face was pale, his body trembled, and he looked at the Confucian elder helplessly.

Old Mo shook his head helplessly and comforted him: "The leader, don't panic. Even if Xiao Chen wins one game, we still have two chances."

"Let the elders take action and you will definitely win."

"But, what if I lose?" After hearing Mr. Mo's words, Kong Li was not as optimistic as he imagined, but looked melancholy.

"Uh... If you lose, let's go and ask our ancestors for instructions! Alas..."

"Yes, I almost forgot that we still have ancestors!" Kong Li's face turned yin to Qing, thinking that which supreme sect has no ancestors, Xiao Chen, you are too delusional, hum...

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"Master, why don't I take action in this battle!" Xie Wen bowed and asked for instructions. "Well, it's okay, be careful. If it's not for three battles and two wins, each of us can only fight one battle, but I have to take action in person..."

"Anyway, you must be careful. It doesn't matter if you lose. Your safety is the best." Xiao Chen patted Xie Wen's shoulder with a serious look on his face.

"Don't worry, thank you, Wensheng."

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"You are the Emperor of Human Resources Xie Wen? That subordinate of Xiao Chen who is overestimating his abilities?" An old man was wearing a scholar's uniform, holding a pen in one hand and writing in the other hand, making him look like a master, but his words were extremely arrogant.

Xie Wen's face turned cold and said sarcastically: "Who are you? Could it be the grandson of the sick fish Kongli?"

When the monks watched the monks laughed loudly when they heard this, they all laughed. Is there anything more funny than this?

"You... are so good. If you don't cut off your dog's head today, I won't call Wang Jin."

A literati pen suddenly changed to two feet wide and six feet long, and hit Xie Wen with a bang.

Xie Wen's eyes shrank. If this is broken, his brain will break and he will be inseparable from the rest of his body. He is so vicious.

It’s just that the change is too fast, and although the scribe’s pen is extremely huge, it is extremely fast. Xie Wen made a gesture and vomited his mouth, and his magic power was 60% gone.

The huge scribe pen hit Xie Wen's body, and a bang sounded like a loud bell.

"Damn it, what kind of magic is this?" Wang Jin looked in disbelief. "Hmph! The frog in the well." Xie Wen snorted coldly, and with the force of the scribe's pen, he quickly retreated.

"The Zhulong Breath that has been refined to the second level will burn 60% of its mana, increase its qi and blood by five times, and maintain its defense for seven breaths."

Xie Wen waved his hands, and the four killing swords suddenly fell to four directions, and a murderous sword map that soared into the sky swirls and spun.

Wang Jin was shocked. The starlight in the space in front of him was flashing and the sword energy was scattered, but he didn't know how murderous intent was hidden.

"Just relying on a breaking formation, I want to trap me to death. It's a fool." Wang Jin held the document and wrote and painted the scribe in his left hand quickly, and a yellow light cover fell.

Seeing this, Xie Wen pinched his fingers and led four killing swords, and quickly stabbed Wang Jin.

Seeing this, Wang Jin sneered, not dodging or avoiding. Four killing swords hit him, but only drew a series of sparks on the light shield, which did not hurt Wang Jin's hair at all.

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Outside the formation, Xiao Chen and others were shocked. Xue Yan frowned: "What a strong defense, does Brother Xiao know what kind of magic weapon it is?"

"In legend, only Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the Earth Immortal, is in charge of the Earth Book, which has unparalleled defense, but that treasure is definitely impossible for Wang Jin to possess."

"Can it be a magic weapon made from imitating the earth books?" Feng Ziyin speculated, "It's possible, but I believe Xie Wen has a way to deal with it. His killing sword is extremely fast. As long as it can use it, there should be no problem..." Xiao Chen frowned and said uncertainly.

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Xie Wen kept using four killing swords and strangled Wang Jin back and forth, but without exception, they were all blocked by the thick yellow light shield.

Wang Jin looked at Xie Wen's movements disdainfully, and the scribe pen in his hand stroked the void, and a little bit, three thousand gold characters, the reflected void shone brightly.

Based on his intuition, Wang Jin used a literati pen to sing three thousand gold characters, and the three thousand gold characters suddenly shot towards the south.

Xie Wen, who was hidden in the void, was surprised. Wang Jin was really not simple. He was in the formation and saw everything in his eyes was boundless starry sky, and he could actually find my position with intuition.

He shook his hand and stabbed out 1,999 swords. Each point of the sword pointed at the two golden characters without any error. In just a moment, waves of golden swords were attacking.

Seeing the three thousand gold characters being swept into pieces, Wang Jin's face remained unchanged. When he pinched the pen, the scribe suddenly burst out, and tens of thousands of white lights melted into the void.

Xie Wen's heart thumped, and he looked at the countless white lights melting into the void, and felt quite stung. This Zhuxian Sword Formation not only failed to form a trap for Wang Jin, but instead allowed him to wander around in the garden, turning disadvantages into benefits.

Suddenly, a cold feeling on his forehead, Xie Wen and the three corpse gods jumped violently, and a magic sword whirled rapidly on his forehead. In just a moment, a dense jingle sound sounded.

Xie Wen was sweating coldly. If he was a little late, he would definitely die. But looking at the dense white hairs on the fairy sword, he was shining with a miserable light.

With a shaking casually, Xie Wen shook off the white hair on the sword, and Xie Wen was so energetic. On that day, Xiao Chen took out the immortal weapon from the ninth level of the Bagua Linglong Demon Refining Tower. He asked everyone to choose one, and Xie Wenxi Jian, so he chose this one.

This immortal sword, named Leng Yue, Xie Wen, is a sword that is not free from hand, but he discovered that this immortal sword has the ability to hide its breath. This sword is an assassination sword.

Wang Jin looked at Xie Wen and narrowly resolved his killing moves, and frowned. When the two of them fought here, they had already faced each other with life and death. At this moment, they were not only fighting for cultivation, not only magical powers, but also magic weapons, but that flaw.

Unfortunately, both of them are top monks who are extremely keen and cannot reveal any of their flaws.

Xie Wen slowly disappeared into the starry sky, controlling his breath all over his body without revealing it. Wang Jin carefully circled back and forth in the formation, so he didn't believe that Xie Wen, a cunning person, would continue to be so passive.

A killing sword, like a moonlight, gently slashes through the void, like one of the stars in the sky, and is ignored because it is dazzling to the extreme.

Wang Jin had no flaws, but Xie Wen didn't want to consume it anymore. He still had to be weaker in terms of cultivation.

Compared with magical powers, I am definitely not as good as Wang Jin. Compared with magic weapons, Wang Jin's literati pen and documentary, one is the main attack and the second is the main defense, but I can only attack sharply, but defense is my weakness.

At the peak of the assassination sword, Wang Jin's eyes flashed a point, and he had only time to add three levels of magic power to the light shield.

A harsh sound of friction resounded in everyone's ears. The sword tip of an immortal sword hit the light shield hard, stabbing a dot constantly. In less than a moment, the light shield shattered and the killing sword quickly slashed. Wang Jin touched the blood marks on his cheek that could be seen on his bones, and the fierce look in his eyes continued to appear. As a great elder of Confucianism, he had never been so embarrassed for thousands of years.

"Dare to hurt me, die!" Wang Jin was crazy, and the scribe's pen kept drawing on the documents. In a blink of an eye, the white paper drawn by the scribe's pen suddenly changed to a page of gold pieces engraved with countless spells.

"Writing Spring and Autumn in one stroke, everything can be stopped!" Wang Jin roared, and the last stroke fell. The whole book was already golden, with a sharp murderous aura on it, no less than the incomplete Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Xie Wen's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't figure out Wang Jin's magical power.

Suddenly, the golden book spread out, and the golden pieces were separated and rushed towards Xie Wen.

Before he could see, Xie Wen felt that every piece of golden book was engraved with the laws of heaven, which made him breathless.

Xiao Chen and others outside the formation were shocked, but they did not expect that the second level of competition was so dangerous. Unlike Xiao Chen and others, Kong Li and his group looked contented and seemed to be sure to win.

Xiao Chen glanced at Kong Li coldly, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes. Kong Li was shocked, but he tried to calm down and said, "Xiao Chen, what are you going to do? Three battles and two victories are witnesses by all the people in the world!"

"Hmph!" Xiao Chen shook his robe and thought to himself, Wen Dou can't take you down, so I will fight hard and directly kill millions of demon clans. In this world, only power is true.

Xie Wen kept dancing Leng Yue, and circles of mysterious trajectories barely resisted Jin Shu's suppression. In just a moment, Xie Wen's hands became slower and slower, while Jin Shu accumulated more and more.

"Spring and Autumn!" Wang Jin shouted, and the scribe's pen was simply slashing under the starry sky, with one stroke and one twist. The words "Spring and Autumn" seemed to tear the void and become as real as the world.

"Ah...!" Looking at the golden book that suppressed himself, the words "Spring and Autumn" printed on it, the transient thickness was extremely heavy, and no matter how you swung the sword, it could not stop it for a moment. Xie Wen's eyes were depressed, "Yes, the feeling of death..."

"No, thank you junior brother!" Jiuying shouted, brotherly love, and the love of brotherhood was vivid in my eyes, and his voice and appearance were as if in front of me.

Xiao Chen was even more furious in his eyes and felt sad. Perhaps this battle to destroy the religion was really a mistake. Perhaps, the mistake was that he should not have agreed to win three battles and two victory at all.

"Send an order, if Xie asks to die, the army will not leave any grass, and level the Sunset Valley for me!"

"What!" Kong Li and others were ashamed, and they didn't plan to reason with you...

At this moment, a strange light flashed in Xie Wen's eyes, "The breath of death, the breath of death!"

He slowly picked up the Leng Yue in his hand and danced extremely slowly in the air. One sword flower, two sword flower...... In a flash, there were 3,982 sword flower.

The cold moon roared lightly, the sword flowers were charming, and the golden books were shattered layer by layer, like snowflakes. The cold moon was stirred by Xie Wen and flew back and forth in the air.

Wang Jin was stunned. In the golden falling flowers all over the sky, he only looked at the sword, called Leng Yue's sword. The slow dance was rapid, but it hurt his eyes and lost his light.

In the last moment, he suddenly flashed in his heart, "It turns out that there is a sword that is almost at its peak, and it can also blind the monk's eyes."

"Hiss..." The onlookers took a breath of air conditioning.

Xie Wen slowly pulled out the sword inserted into Wang Jin's chest, removed the formation, and came to Xiao Chen and others. He smiled faintly: "I worry you."

"Junior brother, you, it seems..." Jiuying frowned, trying hard to find a word to describe Xie Wen.

"Ha, I realized that the sword is the sword, and the Tao is the Tao." Xie Wen smiled happily, as if he was extremely happy in his heart.

"What does it mean? Why can't I understand?" Zi Qian shook her cute head, looking puzzled.

Xiao Chen touched her head and chuckled, "From then on, there is another god among swords in the human imperial sect. Sword is the sword that kills people, and Tao is the Tao. Those who truly understand swords do not need Tao in their hearts, he needs swords."

"Because only those who have swords in their hearts can use swords to the extreme and dance the sword path that belongs only to the sword!"

"Thank you! Congratulations" Xiao Chen looked at Xie You with his eyes shining.

"Master, it turns out that you understand swords better than Xie Wen! I am ashamed, ashamed." Xie Wen bowed, looking ashamed.

"No, I don't understand swords, I only understand myself. In fact, the ultimate belonging to thousands of great ways is myself. I am the one between heaven and earth, unique, and the only one I am."

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