Yingzhou.

When winter arrives, the first snow finally arrives.

Snowflakes flying all over the sky dyed the entire Yingzhou Kyoto in pure white.

The snow scene is beautiful.

Li Fuzhong.

Li Ziye and Bai Wangyu faced each other with their swords, snowflakes were falling, and sweat was dripping silently.

Hundreds of moves were exchanged, Bai Wangyu only defended but did not attack, without revealing any flaws.

Li Ziye changed his moves and his styles were fierce. He fought for nearly half an hour, but he couldn't attack for a long time.

The consumption of physical strength and the depletion of true energy made Li Ziye's offensive gradually slow down.

"Brother Li, your sword has become slower."

Bai Wangyu looked at the young man in front of him and said.

"It's not over yet."

Li Ziye stepped forward, and the last of his true energy surged out, rolling up thousands of layers of snow.

Outside the battle.

Hua Fengdu stood with a red umbrella in his hands, the falling snow not touching his body, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the battle situation.

Coming!

"Flying Immortal Technique."

During the battle, Li Ziye moved.

The afterimage is like an illusion, changing unpredictably, leaving no trace of the snow wherever the body passes.

After practicing hard for many days, I finally succeeded.

When the sword passes by, it is as graceful as a startled dragon, and graceful as a wandering dragon.

Inside and outside the battle, Hua Fengdu, and Bai Wangyu all showed admiration in their eyes when they saw this stunning sword strike.

Finally, some progress has been made.

Fifty-four changes, in the blink of an eye, Li Ziye took fifty-three steps. At the moment when he was unable to do anything, during the battle, Bai Wangyu moved with his sword, and used the sword to help him, forcing him to straighten his body.

"sharp."

Outside the battle, Hua Feng saw this and was filled with admiration.

This Confucian disciple has not practiced the Flying Immortal Technique, but he can judge what is wrong with the young master based on the moves of the Flying Immortal Technique, and correct it in time. You must know that the Flying Immortal Technique is the fastest technique in the world.

As an ordinary person, even if you see something is wrong, you won't be able to help in time.

"Jian Dang Liuhe Qing!"

With the help of Little Red Riding Hood, Li Ziye performed the sixth form of the Flying Immortal Technique completely for the first time. The moment the sword was completed, it was too late to restrain the sword force, and it stabbed straight at Little Red Riding Hood in front of him.

"Old Bai, be careful!"

Li Ziye looked shocked and shouted urgently.

Outside the battle, Hua Feng saw this scene and immediately held his knife and prepared to take action.

"Don't mess around."

During the battle, Bai Wangyu shouted softly, "Remember how you feel now. When you really fight, no one will help you correct your moves."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Wangyu's awe-inspiring righteousness surged out from his body. He pointed his sword forward and blocked the Chunjun Sword that came through the air.

The two sword energies collided with each other, and in an understatement, they neutralized the attack of the sixth form of Feixian Jue.

After all the moves, Li Ziye stood there, a little stunned.

Just this little power?

"Don't think too much. It's because you haven't really mastered this move yet, so its power is lacking."

Bai Wangyu put away his sword and said seriously, "Do you remember the feeling just now?"

"Remember."

Li Ziye came back to his senses and nodded.

"That's good, there's only so much I can help you with."

Bai Wangyu said softly, "Next, I can only rely on you, Brother Li, to practice diligently until you truly master this move."

"I know."

Li Ziye nodded in agreement, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Old Bai, can I really defeat Huo Lin'er only by practicing the seventh form?"

"Um."

Bai Wangyu nodded and said, "Huo Lin'er's strength should be between the same as mine. A year later, even if he cannot enter the fourth realm, he should be almost the same. Brother Li has mastered the Flying Immortal Art."

Six styles, under the four realms, it is true that there are few opponents, but it is absolutely impossible to defeat the fire

For Lin'er, the most powerful person of the younger generation, the Suzaku Sect, as one of the four sects of the eight sects in Nanling, is most indispensable for its martial arts and secret techniques. Although the Flying Immortal Technique is recognized as one of the best techniques in the world, it cannot be cultivated.

If it fails to complete the last three forms, it cannot truly exert its world-leading power."

"Ah, the road is long and long."

When Li Ziye heard this, he sighed as if he was in a panic. He immediately walked to the center of the yard with his sword and continued practicing his sword.

He hates geniuses!

"Little Red Riding Hood, awesome!"

In front of the porch, Hua Feng raised his thumb and praised, "In less than ten days, I have thoroughly studied the sixth form of Feixian Jue. My young master couldn't figure it out for half a year."

"Mr. Hua is overly praised."

Bai Wangyu said calmly, "Brother Li has already mastered most of the sixth form. I'm just icing on the cake based on his skills."

"That's pretty awesome."

Hua Fengdu smiled and said, "If I let the young master practice by himself, it will probably take at least a year and a half."

Bai Wangyu glanced at the young man in the courtyard who was practicing swordsmanship hard, and said softly, "Assisting Brother Li to practice this sixth form is my limit. Only after truly studying the Flying Immortal Art can I realize how powerful this first-generation sword is.

God's martial arts is so exquisite. I have thousands of years of martial arts knowledge and experience given by the Confucian leader, but I still can't understand the last three moves. No wonder, for thousands of years, no one has been able to truly master this Flying Immortal Technique."

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. Let the young master worry about these headaches by himself."

Hua Fengdu smiled and said, "You have done enough. Even his sword master is not as caring as you."

"I'm just doing what I can."

Bai Wangyu looked at the flying snow in the sky, a little light flashed in his eyes, and said with emotion, "Winter is coming soon."

The cold winter is coming, and all living beings are going through calamity. Brother Li is the key to breaking the situation, but can he do it in time?

at the same time.

Central Plains, great commercial capital.

Heavy snow also fell.

The Taixue Palace was covered in silver.

"The cold winter is coming, all sentient beings will go through calamities, all peoples will be enlightened, and Confucianism will prove the truth."

In the east courtyard, the Confucian leader Confucius looked at the falling snowflakes in the sky and murmured softly, with unconcealable fatigue flashing through his vicissitudes of life.

After thousands of years, he still hasn't found a way to solve this calamity.

Can that young man do it?

Wangyu, your disaster is coming soon.

If you can survive this calamity successfully, you will be able to transcend old age and become the person closest to the gods in this world.

If it fails, thousands of years of Confucianism will be buried with it, and there will be no recovery.

All choices are only made in one thought.

"Confucian head."

Outside the courtyard, Fa Ru came over, looked at the old man in the courtyard, a smile appeared on his face, and said, "Want to play chess?"

Confucius came back to his senses, looked at Fa Ru in front of him, and said calmly, "Now, you should be the most idle person."

"My duties have ended. Chen Qiaoer will be a better leader of Dharma and Confucianism."

Fa Ru said with a smile on his face, "Confucian leader, I seem to have more and more things on my mind these days."

"I'm a little worried about forgetting my words."

Confucius sighed softly and said, "After living for a thousand years, I still can't really see it away."

"Before I lost my cultivation, I was just like the Confucian leader, I couldn't rest assured about anything."
To be continued...