Three Hundred and Seventy-Two. Scholars Must Be Hongyi

Seeing that Yingxiao and my two Taoist sects came out together, Shen Herong rarely showed disgust.

"Look, it's really awkward." While she was speaking, Wen Hua's talent was condensed into pen and ink, and then waved in the air.

The thick ink covered half of the sky in an instant, bringing everything into the darkness of the ink.

Yingxiao's lightsaber condensed from pure yang true fire was immediately engulfed in thick ink, and its brilliance dimmed.

On the other side, the black and white sword energy continued to kill Shen Herong.

Shen Herong flipped the pages of the Wen Huabao scroll above his head to contain the sword energy.

The sword qi landed on the paper, and it was still alive, shuttling back and forth.

But he was always bound on paper and couldn't break free.

Shen Herong raised his finger and wrote in the air.

The thick ink covering half of the sky suddenly turned into many ink characters.

Exactly the same handwriting.

All of a sudden, thousands of "Wen" characters appeared in the air.

These "wen" characters, gathered together, seemed to form a torrent, quickly pressing down in front of Ying Xiao.

Ying laughed and I raised my hand, the black and white qi changed and interweaved again into a Tai Chi map to block the torrent of pen and ink in front of me.

With his other hand, he was pinching another formula.

As a result, Taoism that is completely different from the Taiqing Palace inheritance emerged.

The milky white real fire floated, and then condensed into a fire dragon. The sound of the dragon's chant shook the heavens and broke through the sea of ​​ink.

But before Yingxiao's sky-reaching fire dragon pounced in front of Shen Herong, a jet-black long dragon also flew out from the sea of ​​ink, and then blocked the milky-white fire dragon.

Two long dragons, one black and one white, one water and one fire, kept criss-crossing in mid-air, fighting endlessly.

Shen Herong's face remained normal, and then one ink dragon after another rushed out, all rushing towards Ying Xiao me.

Ying laughed that I didn't control the sky-reaching fire dragon and then split up. He squeezed the sword formula and pointed to the sky above his head.

Then, the golden light and sharp swords transformed by the pure yang true fire all flew into the air and disappeared into the clouds.

In the dense clouds of the sky, there is a brilliance hidden in it. It will not be released, but it exudes a terrifying aura that will destroy the world.

When the black dragons rushed in front of Ying Xiao, the clouds on the sky broke and the light fell.

The terrifying sword light descended from the sky like light rain, piercing black dragons one after another.

It is another Sword Control Jue, Jiuxiao Heguang Jue, which was famous in Chunyang Palace in the past.

The black dragons were pierced by more sword lights, and stood frozen in mid-air, unable to move.

Ying laughed that I had already used another unique technique of the Taiqing Palace, the Qiankun Lock.

The black and white yin and yang qi converged, locking each ink dragon.

At the same time, this mysterious power of Taoism seemed to be further derived to Shen Herong himself through Mo Long.

Shen Herong flipped the scroll of Wenhua on his head.

As the scrolls of Wenhua changed, ink characters appeared one after another on the surface of the ink dragons.

There are "solutions" and "trapped" among them.

The word "jie" is everywhere, and the shackles of Yingxiao's Qiankun lock have been broken one after another.

Everywhere the word "sleepy" is, Molong turns into chains, which in turn surround Yingxiao me, trying to put him in the middle.

Ying laughed at my body shaking, and the Taoist primordial spirit split into two.

One of them was covered with a milky white pure yang fire, which turned into a sea of ​​flames, blocking Shen Herong's pen and ink.

He himself turned into a streamer, and escaped from the predicament with the unique technique of the Heavenly Dungeon Sword from the Pure Yang Palace.

The two sides once knew each other's cultivation strength like the back of their hands.

But after decades of not seeing each other, everyone has made progress in their own way.

Ying Xiao, I have the inheritance of two Dao sects alone, the changes are smooth and smooth, and I can communicate with each other, and my strength in the same realm is even better than before.

But Shen Herong has changed even more, to the point that Ying Xiao and I feel a little strange when I fight against her, and I can only confirm my identity by relying on the classic principle of the other party's "embracing all rivers".

Peng Ziling, the head teacher of the Taiqing Palace, was watching the battle from afar, and he secretly praised it when he saw it.

However, whether it was Peng Ziling who was watching clearly, or Yingxiao me who was in the middle of the game, they all noticed another thing.

While Shen Herong laughed at me for fighting, he threw a long sword without sheath to Ao Ying behind him.

After Ao Ying received the long sword, she stood with the sword in her hand and remained silent.

She didn't come forward to help Shen Herong to attack and laugh at me, but she seemed to be performing a feat.

Peng Ziling had already isolated this world, but at this moment, he felt a trace of sword intent piercing through his restraint and spreading outward.

The sword intent was a bit weird, even for a well-informed man, he felt strange.

Rather than saying it is a method, it is better to say that it seems to be contacting someone.

Using the sword as a connection, the first name that popped up in Peng Ziling's mind was "Sword Demon" Su Po.

In addition, before Kong Shengzhen came to Beimang, he also communicated with them.

The mysterious woman who blocked Kong Shengzhen from going to Jiufeng Academy was also practicing swordsmanship.

No matter who the other party is contacting now, Peng Ziling will definitely not allow the other party to succeed.

So, his body made a decisive decision and took action himself.

During the black and white rotation, the Taiji diagram that covers the sky and the sun appears, covering the sky.

With Peng Ziling's cultivation strength, even if it's just outside the body, the shot is ground-breaking.

The Tai Chi Fumotu rotated and shrouded, and immediately swept away all the people present.

Shen Herong let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, with the treasure scroll on her head, there was a radiant brilliance that soared into the sky.

As the brilliance circulated, bursts of reading sound came from it.

Not just one person, but like thousands of scholars in the world, reading aloud together.

"A scholar must be resolute." Shen Herong said slowly.

With one sentence, her whole body was full of culture and talent, which was far better than before.

Peng Ziling also laughed at me, his eyes flickering slightly.

In the Daming Palace in Chang'an City, Zhang Dongyun sighed enviously when he saw this.

As far as Confucian practitioners are concerned, it is really possible to make a decision with one thought, and warriors are really envious.

What's more, geniuses like Shen Herong were reincarnated and rebuilt.

That is to say, she took the initiative to change her practice path, otherwise she might have recovered to the thirteenth realm of the past.

A certain city lord surnamed Zhang waved his hand rather dispiritedly at this moment.

Then, the talisman on Shen Herong's forehead suddenly shone brightly.

Then, with the appearance of a girl, under Zhang Dongyun's blessing, her cultivation and strength went up to a higher level.

On its Wenhua treasure scroll, the brilliance is vaguely condensed into an illusory fragrance of peaches and plums.

So Shen Herong, full of literary talent, once again.

After she herself was promoted to the second realm of Confucian masters, the realm of Liyan, Zhang Dongyun further promoted her to the third realm of Confucian masters, the realm of meritorious service.

Reaching this level, with the blessings of Weiyan Dayi and Taoli Fenfang, Shen Herong's cultivation strength suddenly skyrocketed.

At this moment, she should not say that she should laugh at me, even if she is facing Peng Ziling's body, she is fine.

Thousands of pens and inks gathered together in mid-air to form a "bro" character.

Then, the Tai Chi diagram that covered the sky and the sun in the sky really shattered.

Peng Ziling frowned, smiled at me and told me, "You go first."

Ying laughed at me and bowed: "Yes, Master."

When someone leaves, someone comes.

Peng Ziling's body shook slightly.

Then, his Dao Yun became more intense, and his aura became more ethereal and lofty.

Shen Herong raised his eyebrows lightly: "Headmaster Peng has arrived in person, long time no see, don't come here without any problems."

Her cultivation strength increased unexpectedly, Peng Ziling didn't delay much, and immediately, the deity left Kunyang City, the imperial capital of the Dagan Dynasty, and rushed here.

Peng Ziling, who is in the fifth realm of Taoism's primordial spirit and the realm of Yangshen, came here in person, and his aura is completely different.

The place he was in was like a world isolated from the world.

Even the sword intent of the long sword in Aoying's hand could not be conveyed at this time.

She looked anxiously at Shen Herong, who waved at her gently.

Ao Ying had no choice but to put away her long sword.

Peng Ziling's aura was calm and inactive, and he did not oppress Ao Ying and Chen Chaoyan, who were relatively low in cultivation.

But no one would think that a master Taoist in the fourteenth realm would be easy to get along with.

From the very beginning, Chen Chaoyan fell into a daze, as if she was petrified.

Although Ao Ying blocked her spirit with her magic illusion.

But I should laugh at my pure yang true fire to destroy all evils and return all things to their true nature.

The illusion that Ao Ying cast on Chen Chaoyan was removed.

It's just that the girl didn't pay attention to Shen Herong at all, but stared blankly at Ying and laughed at me.

After Ying Xiao and I left, she slowly recovered.

It's just that the girl's eyes are still a little confused at the moment, and she gently holds her forehead, seemingly full of confusion.

Ao Ying gently held her hand: "Chaoyan, are you alright?"

"I...I'm fine." Chen Chaoyan's eyes were blank: "That's right, I'm very confused."

Peng Ziling looked at her silently, his eyes shaking slightly.

Zhang Dongyun in the Daming Palace in Chang'an City, and Shen Herong who was on the scene all breathed a sigh of relief.

This adventure seems to have paid off.

The brilliance in Peng Ziling's eyes was fleeting, and he regained his composure in an instant.

He didn't talk much to Shen Herong and the others, he just stretched out his palm, and Tai Su pressed down.

The opponent's deity is here, after all, he is a master of the peak of the Taoist Yuanshen. It will be much more difficult for Shen Herong to parry at this time.

However, not only was she not in a hurry, but her expression was a little relaxed.

Sure enough, the next moment, a sword light suddenly lit up in the sky.

Peng Ziling's blockade against this world was instantly broken.

At the same time, a jade pendant around his waist suddenly rang softly, and a voice that should laugh at me came out from it:

"Master, the disciple is one step late, Shen Herong has already led Su Po over..."

Peng Ziling had just gained insight into the world around him, but out of caution, he still sent Ying Xiaowo to investigate in all directions.

Ying laughed that I also knew Shen Herong, so I checked around.

In the end, he really found out that Ao Ying's side was just a cover, and Shen Herong had prepared other rituals early on to spread the sword intent.

Unfortunately, he was still one step late.

Fayi has already attracted a person.

Although Peng Ziling sealed off this world, the expressionless young man still followed Shen Herong's trail and came here.

He was alone with his sword alone, walking quietly in mid-air, seemingly not in a hurry, but in an instant, he was in front of everyone.

Then……

He slashed at Ao Ying with a sword!